Rebecc Snuff

//Third option in the first encounter. Could write a variation for subsequent encounters. Probably needs some sort of mild age or strength requirement.

Looking at the appetizing sheep-girl, you decide right then and there that you're going to kill her.

You resolve to play along with her for now, but only as long as it'll take to get her away from the rest of her herd. It's doubtful that she'll just agree to follow you for no reason, so you'll need to think of some pretense you could use to lure her away from prying eyes. The rest of her flock look like they wouldn't pose much of a threat, but it would be preferable not to make too much of a scene.

All of this in mind, you begin the subtle process of softening her up. As you nod along, she starts to feed you some sob story about how her village is under demon control, but all of your attention is focused solely on her tantalizing body. You feel an ache deep within your core, eating at you from inside, and you can't take it, you can't. Only the knowledge that you'll soon be sated keeps you from taking her right then and there.

After suffering through several more minutes of incessant chatter and barely concealed attempts at seduction, you're starting to reconsider your patient approach, when an idea pops into your head. If she's so desperate for a hero, you'll just have to play the part. Summoning your most winning smile, you reassure Rebecc that you have the answer to all of her problems. You, in fact, are the Champion! You would be glad to help her people free themselves from their demonic oppressors.

The longer you talk, the more hopeful her expression grows, until it seems that she might almost burst with joy. [say: Oh, thank you, thank you. You have no idea how much this means to me,] she says, fluttering her eyelashes. You inform the swooning sheep that you need to prepare yourself before you can face the demons and that an extra pair of hands would be a huge help. Rebecc does seem somewhat skeptical at first, but you keep at it, doing your best to make it seem like accompanying you into the wilderness is the most natural thing in the world. She thinks for a moment before saying, [say: Well, alright. I guess I can help.] Finally, finally, she follows you out into the fields. Alone.

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

[Next]

You've been walking through the open plains for some time now, but Rebecc doesn't seem bothered by that. She doesn't even know where you're taking her, yet her sunny smile never wavers for a moment. You briefly wonder if being docile is just in her genes. That would certainly make what you're about to do much easier.

if(corruption<20){
Oh, gods. What [i: are] you doing? You have to stop this, stop yourself from making a mistake. If you give in right now, will you ever be able to stop yourself? Despite how wrong this is, your legs still carry you onward, closer and closer to an unconscionable crime. You can't... but no, you will.
}else{
Oh gods, you're going to enjoy this. It's too perfect, so perfect that you have no hope of stopping yourself. It's too rare that an opportunity like this presents itself, so you plan to savor this succulent little treat as much as you can.
} //no line breaks
Just look at her. Her delectable curves, her frail limbs, her big, trusting eyes, it's all too much. It's like her body's begging for it, like she was made for this, for you.

This is it. The grass is thick here, thick enough to hide what you're about to do. You look around. The only thing that disturbs the peaceful, empty field is a gentle breeze. You doubt that anyone is around for miles. It's almost too good to be true. Rebecc fidgets a bit, seeming nervous about why you've stopped in the middle of nowhere. Maybe she's starting to realize what a mistake she's made.

[say: Hey...] she mumbles. [say: Wh... What are we doing out here?] The reassuring smile on your face as you stride over seems to calm her a great deal, so much so that she's taken by complete surprise when your fist slams into the side of her head. Stunned, she collapses onto her knees, hand to her ringing skull. She looks back up at you, her doe eyes so, so wide, her lips quivering as if she's trying to say something, as if she thinks she can make this right somehow.

The smile hasn't left your face. You bear down on the trembling sheep, enjoying for a moment the sheer pleasure of standing over her like this. There's real terror in her eyes now, that rare dread that only comes out in moments like these. She doesn't even try running. Does she know? Does she know that this is it? It won't change anything, but she should [i: know] before this is over, know that she's [i: yours].

All of a sudden she scrambles backwards with a panicked bleat. Her trembling arms stretch out towards you, brandishing something that faintly glints in the light of the [if (day) sun | moon]. A small, crude dagger. It seems that she did bring some protection, but she clearly doesn't have the will to use it. Her shaking hands can't keep hold of it for long, and it tumbles to the ground as you approach. Rebecc now has her head turned to the side, eyes squeezed shut as if she thinks that she can hide from this.

You bend down to pick up the knife. Upon closer examination, you find that it really isn't much of a weapon at all—the handle seems fairly flimsy, and the blade has been dulled by age. It's clearly intended for more mundane uses, not for self-defense. Well, it will suffice for your purposes. You straddle the shivering sheep. Moving one hand to her neck, you slowly run her own dagger across her cheek, eliciting a low wail from your captive. How are you going to proceed?

[End her now] [Enjoy her body]

//End her now
Now is the time, you can't wait a single second longer. Shifting your grip, you quickly lower the blade with deadly intent. Rebecc's eyes flash wide as she realizes what's coming, and her mouth starts to open, but it's too late. The dagger sinks into her neck, and whatever she was going to say comes out as a weak gurgle, her lifeblood spurting out through the wound and dirtying her dress.

Her flailing hands beat against you, but you hold her there firmly as her life drains away. The fear and panic in her eyes slowly fade as she starts to lose consciousness, until they're nothing more than glassy marbles. At last, as her few final twitches cease, she passes on. Now that she's finally still, her placid features look almost peaceful. Her face gives no evidence of the struggle that just occurred, but the dark red stains on her dress leave little to the imagination.

You release your grip on the cooling corpse. Rebecc now looks for all the world like a broken doll, her youthful beauty eternally preserved in the instant of her death. You smile to yourself, your mind finally at peace. The sheep-girl might not have had the worst life, but you've now given the gift of eternity.

She's perfect like this, forever frozen in the moment you shared. You simply sit there for a while, watching her. You want to burn this image into your memory, lest you forget this feeling. Eventually, a cool breeze blows against your [skinfurscales], causing you to shiver. It's time for you to go, and so you set off through the tall grass, back to a world that will never understand what you've done here. You briefly reflect on what you're leaving behind. What will happen to the body? Will somebody discover it? No matter, there's nothing linking you back to this scene, and no one can ever take this away from you.

//Enjoy her body, requires genitalia
You plan to extract every bit of enjoyment from this you can, aware that you shouldn't waste a single second, so you move the knife up to the top of her worn dress and start to cut it down the middle, with some difficulty due to the dullness. Rebecc gives out great heaving sobs as you expose her body to the chilly air, moving her arms up to cover herself in shame. You push them away and admire your prize. She's truly delicious, and it feels almost decadent that you have her all to yourself. She manages to get out a single [say: S-Stop...] through all of the blubbering, but you have no intentions to. Unable to hold back any longer, you dig in.

The blade isn't sharp enough to cut her properly, but this has its own charm. Rebecc shrieks as you slowly, tenderly get to work on her. The dull dagger slices through her skin at an excruciatingly glacial speed, requiring a good amount of sawing and carving to get anywhere. In your passion, the first few cuts are indiscriminately spread according to your fancy, but after you've gotten the initial rush out of your system, you pace yourself, choosing your targets more selectively. It's not long before the sheep-girl's throat is raw from screaming. When you finally sit back up, panting with both effort and excitement, Rebecc's body is a patchwork of nicks and slashes.

//if pc has a dick
You're nowhere near done yet, however. You quickly disrobe, eager to get started with the real treat. At the sight of your [cock], Rebecc flinches, offering a weak, [say: Please... not that...] You're surprised she still has the strength to beg. No matter, that should at least make things more lively. You kneel down in between her legs and press the head of your cock against her slit. The squirming sheep tries to shift her hips away, but it's a trivial matter to pull her back into position.

Both of your voices ring out when you enter her. It's her loudest scream by far, but no one is coming. She's all yours. Her unwilling cunt contracts around you, making it difficult to push in further, but you do so all the same. You let out a groan as [if (player cock is huge) your massive member stretches and tears her walls, a stream | you hilt yourself in the whimpering sheep, a trickle] of blood flowing from her. A weak hand pushes against your chest, but none of the resistance she puts up could hope to stop a lowly imp, let alone you.

As you set in, your hands roam over your claim, probing at her tender breasts, provoking a flinch when you brush against a stray cut. Rebecc is crying nonstop now, but hardly makes any noise, her body having gone completely limp. It seems that she's finally accepted you, and this thought drives you wild. You mercilessly pound into her, repeatedly smashing into her already battered body. This rough treatment exacerbates the wounds from earlier, and it's not long before you're coated in her blood. You suddenly realize just how much she's losing.

The end is coming—yours and hers. Which will be first? Which would be better? The uncertainty is so thrilling. You're too excited, it's going too quick now, but you can't stop yourself. As the heady pleasure of taking the sheep-girl fills your mind, only a few things still register. The feeling of her soft, feeble body beneath you. The light fading in her eyes, the fire burning in yours. The blood pounding through your veins, the blood pumping out of hers. The sonorous melody of your voices merging into one harmonious concord of predator and prey, drowning out the slapping of flesh against bruised flesh.

And somehow, almost miraculously, you reach the end together. Just as you crest your limit, the spark in her eyes flares and then expires as her life fades away. As your spurting member pumps into Rebecc's lifeless husk, you bite down on her shoulder and squeeze her tight against you, ramming into the broken doll as deep as you can. Despite the fact that nothing will come from this union, your cock does its best to fill Rebecc to the brim.

After you're spent, you stay like this for some time, intertwined with the slowly cooling corpse. When strength finally returns to your limbs, you slump back, exhausted.

//else (credit to Wombat)
You're nowhere near done yet, however. You quickly disrobe, eager to get started with the real treat. At the sight of your [vagina], Rebecc flinches, offering a weak, [say: Please... not that...] You're surprised she still has the strength to beg, but perhaps she should save that strength for what is to come. After all, there is only one way for you to truly be [i: connected], and she gave you just the right tool for it.

You brandish the dull knife in your hand, running the edge almost teasingly along an imaginary line over her pubis, before gripping it tightly and ramming it into her most delicate flesh, all in one fell swoop. Her voice rings out when the blade enters her—her loudest scream by far, but no one is coming. She's all yours. A fresh, warm flood of blood flowing from her confirms you were more than a little sloppy. No matter, this only makes your treat even more delectable. The squirming sheep tries to shift away, but it's a trivial thing to pull her back into position, intertwining your legs.

With a ravenous, wolfish grin on your face, you align your impatient hips with the dagger and press the tip of its handle against your own drooling entrance. You feel a shiver running gloriously through you as the shoddy hilt sinks inside until her bleeding pelvis is pressed firmly to yours. A weak hand pushes against your chest, but none of the resistance she puts up could hope to stop a lowly imp, let alone you.

As you set in and start grinding, your hands roam over your claim, probing at her tender breasts, provoking weak flinches whenever you brush against a stray cut. Rebecc is crying nonstop now, but hardly makes any noise, her body having gone completely limp. It seems that she's finally surrendered to you, and this thought drives you wild. You mercilessly pound into her, repeatedly impaling yourself on the dagger's handle and her already battered body on the blade in turn, the rough treatment exacerbating the wounds from earlier and deepening the fresh gash. It's not long before not only your nethers, but the rest of your body is coated in her blood as well. You suddenly realize just how much she's losing.

The end is coming—yours and hers. Which will be first? Which would be better? The uncertainty is so thrilling. You're too excited, it's going too quick now, but you can't stop yourself. As the heady pleasure of taking the sheep-girl so viciously fills your mind, only a few things still register. The feeling of her soft, feeble body beneath you. The light fading in her eyes, the fire burning in yours. The blood pounding through your veins, the blood pumping out of hers. The sonorous melody of your voices merging into one harmonious concord of predator and prey, drowning out the wet slapping of flesh against bruised, bloodied flesh.

And somehow, almost miraculously, you reach the end together. Just as you crest your limit, the spark in her eyes flares and then expires as her life fades away. As your trembling hips mash into Rebecc's lifeless husk, you bite down on her shoulder and squeeze her tight against you, riding the broken doll as hard as you can. Despite the fact that nothing would ever come from this union, your walls do their best to milk the blood-soaked knife buried deep inside Rebecc.

After you're spent, you stay like this for some time, intertwined with the slowly cooling corpse. When strength finally returns to your limbs, you slump back, exhausted.
//Both
She's perfect like this, forever frozen in the moment you shared. You simply sit there for a while, watching her. You want to burn this image into your memory, lest you forget this feeling. Eventually, a cool breeze blows against your [skinfurscales], causing you to shiver. It's time for you to go, and so you don your [armor] once again and set off through the tall grass, back to a world that will never understand what you've done here. You briefly reflect on what you're leaving behind. What will happen to the body? Will somebody discover it? No matter, there's nothing linking you back to this scene, and no one can ever take this away from you.

//Big corruption gains, obviously. 20? 30?