Here's a fairy substantial AI assisted (Sudowrite) bit of writing, taking a chunk of an existing snuff story and letting the computer do some magic. Let me know what you think was original and what was written by a computer.
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"Judi’s eyes went wide as Rick leveled the Glock at her swelling, 34DD rack and pulled the trigger, blasting a hot slug straight into the center of her big left tit. Judi coughed and jerked, staggering on tall stiletto heels, her breast undulating like a swelling ocean wave as the bullet drilled deep into its succulent meat.
Judi’s eyes widened, her pupils dilated and tears formed in the corners as Rick leveled the Glock at her swelling tits. Her lids locked open and her eyes rolled back into her skull. The skin around her eyes turned to a pale white as blood drained from her face.
A spray of red-hot blood erupted from the wound, turning Judi’s big left tit into an instant crimson pop art masterpiece.
Rick heard a gargled gasp as the air was forced from Judi’s lungs.
The silence after gunfire, the ringing in one’s ears and the snap of a finger like the peeling of a grape. Silence then sudden thundering chaos.
A hard thwack of the bullet punching through her left nipple and into her big breast, and then a moment of stunned silence as the bullet traveled deep into her breast.
Rick felt his cock stiffen as he watched Judi’s big tits jiggle.
The sensation of Judi’s breast as it bulged and bloated, becoming a water balloon filled with hot blood.
Judi attempted to brace the momentum of the bullet’s entry by grabbing her plucked left nipple and squeezing it hard, but the bullet’s punch was too violent. The bullet shot through her left nipple and into her massive left breast. It was as if she had thrust her finger into a blender and all she heard was her nipple rapidly shredding, unable to contain the bullet that intruded its sacred space.
Judi’s left eye went wide with surprise, trying to wrap her brain around what Rick had just done. Her eye, round and dark like a doll’s, darted for a moment to the bullet hole, her mouth dropped open and her tongue was silent.
“Sorry about the snafu, baby, but I’m going in anyway. I need to find Anna. I may not be on the list, but you are. You’re on the list. I can see it. In fact, you’re getting all over it. Looks like the list is f**ked up. And so are you. I’ll have my friends Glock and Walther greet the rest of the guests. You can take a little break.”
Rick pushed past, continuing through the front door, leaving Judi wobbling on her spike heels. She turned her head, dumbly watching Rick move by, before looking down. At the glistening burned black hole in her tight sweater, directly over her left nipple, and the stream of blood squirting out like a little geyser, spraying across the clipboard. And the list.
“Oh, that’s what he meant. Oh! Oh Mein Gott! My breast! Look at my breast! I’m…I’m on the list! I’m getting all over the…the…the…list! I’m spraying out all over…the…the…the…the….”
Judi died in mid-thought, a look of shock and disbelief frozen on her beautiful face. With clipboard and pen still clutched in her hands, she dropped to her knees before pitching forward and rolling down the steps, landing with a thud at the bottom, tits up, legs spread, eyes wide, her cashmere sweater all askew, her black pencil skirt hiked obscenely high on her thighs, naked pussy now on display.
Rick headed up the hallway toward the sweeping 2nd floor staircase. There were rooms on all sides. He could hear voices. Lots of voices. This wasn’t going to be easy. There were lots of girls here. Lots of Nazi girls. He would have to make every shot count.
Another tall blonde approached. It was Ingrid Stuka. Head of Anna’s security detail. Athletic. Muscular. Gorgeous. 6’ tall. 135lbs. Buxom. Leggy. Long, straight, golden blonde hair hanging to her waist. Glossy red lipstick contrasting erotically with her porcelain skin. Wearing a black leather hot pants jumpsuit, matching stiletto-heeled thigh-high boots, fishnet stockings, and a leather trench coat. A swastika necklace hung between her big tits, nestled in her deep cleavage. A gleaming pair of silver iron cross earrings dangled sexily from her delicate earlobes, swinging back and forth as she strutted down the hallway.
Rick could see her eyeing him. He kept walking. A little faster. She paused at a table below the staircase. Leaning over, she whispered to two girls at the table, then resumed her stroll towards Rick, her big, braless 39DD breasts jiggling and bouncing inside the cleavage-baring leather jumpsuit. She picked up the pace, strutting seductively down the hallway, pushing her leather coat aside to reveal a pair of pistols strapped to her swaying hips. Rick was at one end of the hall, Ingrid was at the other. Moving toward the center. One step at a time. It was going to be a gunfight. Like an old western movie. At high noon. Only she didn’t know it yet.
At 20 paces distance, Ingrid held up her hand as if to say “Stop!” At 15 paces she yelled “Halt!” At 10 paces, she went for her guns. At 9 paces, Rick opened fire.
The first slug plowed into Ingrid’s swelling right breast, jerking her shoulder back, and stopping her in her tracks. She grunted as another slug tore into her luscious left breast, burying hot lead deep in her succulent tit meat. Ingrid lurched and staggered, arms windmilling, shoulders thrown back, big tits thrust forward, head bobbing side-to-side, shrieking and cursing as a fusillade of bullets peppered her voluptuous leather-clad body, leaving glistening dark-red holes in her skintight jumpsuit, polished leather boots, muscular fishnet-clad thighs, and big creamy breasts.
Ingrid stood there, looking shocked and amazed. She didn’t fall. She remained standing, a look of shock on her face, her gorgeous mouth frozen in an “O” as blood streamed out of her dozens of wounds, soaking her blonde hair, and staining her skimpy leather outfit.
Her face was speckled with blood, her mouth open, her eyes wide and disbelieving as she glanced down at the wounds in her chest, arms, legs, and abdomen. She took a step toward Rick, her mouth working silently, her beautiful eyes wide and disbelieving, looking at Rick like she’d reached the end of her life and was trying to figure out how the hell it had happened.
Ingrid’s skimpy outfit is sprayed with blood, like a butcher’s apron. Her fishnet stockings are torn in places, exposing the skin beneath and blood seeps through. Her faces is frozen in a rictus of pain, her eyes bulging and her pretty mouth twisted open in pain and shock.
Her blood-soaked blonde hair framing her face, her damaged leather jumpsuit clinging to her form, her big tits heaving and bouncing, and her slick fishnet-clad thighs twitching and jerking as she stood there and watched.
Ingrid stood there, looking shocked and amazed. She didn’t fall. She remained standing, a look of shock on her face, her gorgeous mouth frozen in an “O” as blood streamed out of her dozens of wounds, soaking her blonde hair, and staining her skimpy leather outfit.
Rick watched in disbelief as Ingrid slowly raised one arm and pointed at him accusingly as if to say “You did this!” Then she started to quiver and shake before finally collapsing in a bloody heap onto the hardwood floor with a sickening thud.
Rick felt a dark thrill as he watched Ingrid's body jerk with each slug, her big boobs bulging and swaying, her leather coat spinning out behind her in a flurry of black. His heart raced as he unleashed round after round of hot lead into the Nazi vixen's voluptuous frame, his aim true even in the heat of battle. After what seemed like an eternity, Ingrid finally fell to the floor in a heap, her body riddled with holes and looking almost peaceful as it lay still among the carnage.
Rick walked up to Ingrid. He could see why she didn’t fall. She had so many holes in her, she was barely able to stand. He fired the last few rounds, one each into her big gorgeous tits, blasting shot after shot into her thick puffed nipples, plowing smoking holes through her creamy white tit meat, sending gobs of red tissue spewing everywhere as Ingrid pitched forward, landing on her face on the floor with a thud, her big tits landing in her own blood, her long golden hair spilling out around her, her body convulsing and jerking, legs kicking, boots stomping,"[/SPOILER]
