Lumme came for Dina about two hours after the light. There was no question his purpose as he came striding down the hall, his large body filling the space as his footsteps shook the ground. His eyes locked on her and he smiled as he headed around the table.

She cringed and pressed against the wall, as if it would make a difference.

It didn’t.

Lumme reached in and grabbed her shoulder. His thick fingers bore down into the joint, squeezing until the bones ground together. “Time to leave, slave.” His humming was deep and rumbling, it shook down his arm and into her body.

Her sphincter tightened in fear.

He yanked her away from the wall and into the main room. Unlike Naam, he didn’t release her at all as he half-dragged, half-carried her past the table and down the hall. There was no additional threats or speeches, just a cruel pressure tearing into her senses as he carried her down past the surgery and the rape room and into the hall.

It had been days since she saw the rest of the ship. There were more panels taken off the walls and signs of anything valuable being gutted. The corpse around the corner was gone, but she could smell the stench of blood and acid in the air.

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Dina didn’t stop fighting Lumme as the more powerful alien easily dragged her down the hall and toward the hanger. The small, sterile indicators on the intersections of the corners couldn’t hide the growing fear. She knew what happened on the hangers, that is where they had their gladiator fighters, where Korin almost died.

At the thought of husband, she closed her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Lumme paused and looked down at her. “What are you muttering about?”

Dina sniffed and shook her head. "Nothing.”

He glared at her, bending over to peer directly into her face. As he did, his grip on her shoulder tightened until her joints protested. He glared at her, his breath hot against her face. "Nothing. You say nothing. Slaves do not speak. Slaves to not act. You keep your eyes down, your mouth closed, and your legs ready for that dick of his.”

She stared into his bright blue eyes. There was violence and hatred in his gaze. He didn’t have to say anything. Her short, brutal life was obvious in his gaze, it was clear in the way he held her and treated her as nothing more than a beast to be abused and put down. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at him.

"Quieted, silenced. Fucked. Do you understand?” He shook her to emphasize his question.

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A hand pressed against her shoulder. “Dina?”

Dina gasped as she snapped into wakefulness, her finger dropping down to activate the engines before her vision came into focus. She didn’t know she had passed out.

Another hand caught her. It was large and wedge-like.

With a cry, she flung herself away from the alien’s hand. Her body struck against Korin’s chest and she tumbled to the ground. “No, no! Not again!”

She curled into a fetal position, sobbing. Cooling fluids oozed from her ruined pussy, soaking her thighs. The smell of drying cum and blood filled her nostrils, choking her.

Korin crouched down and held her. “No, I’m here. We’re safe. We got away from the Dilifin just a few seconds ago. We’re in FTL. We’re safe. We’re safe.”

Sobbing, Dina looked up at her heavily scarred husband. He was out of his armor. The days of fighting had aged him. He looked at least ten years older than her.

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And so ends Unpleasant Diversion. Sorry it took so long to post, with Gurochan going up and down, it was hard to keep up.

If you want more, this story is set in the same universe as my novel, Eliza and the Raptor (space dino porn). Both deal with generation ships, though two much different ways of going through the years.

Thank you for reading!

>>15159

Thank you!

All of my stuff is always on tsade dot com. That includes any edits or corrections because this type of forum isn't really good for that type of thing.

Excellent story!

artist is NHcomm.
You can find lots of stuff by them here: http://www.dolcettish.com/index.php?topic=7510.0

I love you, thanks!

Lmao no red flags. Just a thing for me I guess. Cool fantasy maybe?

>>8500
That's good. That's really good. You are better person than me and that thought fills me with hope for humanity. I myself can't understand violence. Why people are so eager to hurt another being. Untill I get angry…
I'm glad most of this community are decent, normal people. Not like there is something wrong with being a psycho. As long as you don't hurt others you are Jesus in mah book.

>>8527
Cool fantasy indeed. What's better than a pile of dead meat? Two piles, am I right?

I guess I used to be bullied in primary school. Got a bit violent, but I'm really cool since then. I guess that, the sense of wonder when I browse the meat section of the supermarket, and some obscure anime gave me the way to guro.

… I forgot what people told me what they think of me. Guess I need to ask again. I don't really talk much to anyone and I really want to change that, but situations aren't exactly aligning for some smooth chance of real life talk. Besides, just being an acquaintance work well for me. I don't really care about strangers and what they think, they can have their world their own way.

>>8540
Stop drunkposting.

>>8544
It's funny because I've see meat section totally different since guro. I mean I eat meat, but now I see even less difference between humans and animals than before.

Man!! You fucking people are so, fucking frigging intriguing!! Like fuck me, I'm just old bored creep, but there is so many intresting people here. I would love some moar backstory.

>>8581

Really, if I could, I'd dissect myself and revel in the sensations and all, but that's simply not possible now without disabling/disfiguring myself after, right? So I vow to keep myself alive for when the chance comes, whenever it might be (also for some more reasons, but this is one of them).

Hm…

I'm not too big on hangings, but this does sound a little like one of Waita Uziga's works. He's got a comic series (which I've read little of) where a professor punishes his students for various failures.

I remember one where he pulls a girl inside out and hangs her from the ceiling to watch the class, or something like that. Perhaps you should try searching for his stuff?

nice

Nostalgia. That's one of the first guro comics i ever saw, back when the internet was small and there were like, 3 sites that had anything guro on them.

Any one ever seen that comic in English?

>>8389
Sorry to hear that.
I guess moving someplace else and leaving those bastards behind isn't an option?
If you are a guy what about exercising to become stronger? I'm sure less people would dare to fuck with you if you'd gain some muscles.
I was in similar situation as a kid and a teen. My house wasn't exactly safe heaven. Not to mention school. But after I got stronger things changed. There are still people who could wipe the floor with me, but I'm strong enough to not fear most people.
If you are a girl maybe some martial arts? Or just change in attitude? Don't be afraid to yell at people. My ex wasn't tall nor big, but she could hold in line older brother, drunk father and other dudes who annoyed her. Whole fuckin' house was afraid of her.

Look, I really don't mean to patronize. I would just like to help. Hope it'll get better somehow for you. I know how it is and I hate others have to go through this shit too.

Why would you feel guilty about it especially if you don't act on any of it?

>>8391
Thanks, I'm trying to just make the best of this life, I try to stay as fit as I can, but it's not as simple working out when you have to spend your calories as miserly as your funds…
I guess just wish me luck. Thank you!

Depends on what these thoughts are. You should mainly remain vigilant not to cross this unspoken vague boundary between fantasy and reality. Guilt should be something to put you back in place after you ride over that limit. A personal example being fapping to a cartel execution of a woman with huge tits by beheading her and wishing they would leave her tits and cunt exposed. Half way through fapping, i was like "wtf are you doing mate, this is real shit" so i managed to refrain from it. After i jacked off to something imaginary, and got a clear head i realized how much guilt would have fucked me up if i had actually nutted on this poor woman's execution.
Stay.Damn.Vigilant.

>>8547
You are a hero. I've se bundaries for myself years ago - no fapping to the real shit, to the real suffering, real death. How would I felt if some asshole jerked off to my sad demise?
Stay.Damn.Vigilant./have at least some damn respect.

(although not hating on gore fans, but it's fucking disrespectful, mates)

Thanks in advance :) I dream of having a body like theirs -penis

I mean Haisetsu Shoujo 12.

3 more days

is this a black dalia reference ? bottom half anyway

A quick wank and take neither.

Top half for dissection purposes.

Bottom half, unless you prefer your dick grinding against teeth attached to a frozen jawline that refuses to move. The tits though would go to waste…

>>4480
Top half for the titties and lips.
Titties >>> shit >>>> everything else in life

>>17340
What's this from? SauceNAO doesn't bring up anything.

Looks like M00zg/m0zg.

I do not see any problem here sex with half sister is nothing special you can even officially marry her
If you are both of the similar age and she is cooperative you can have some fun with her.
If you are both underage then great you have no responsibility for what you do, enjoy your freedom. you can have sex with anyone you want nobody can punish you for that.
If not well then there is no difference from any other girl next door. All you will get to do is to fap on her picture.
Just join army of the unfortunate guys who get into various celebrities or other girls whom they will never have

Stump!

Bump

I've been doing more writing & art commissions in that vein of late.

Mostly about futa losing theirs, but I'm an open-minded pervert.

If you're interested in checking my works out, I post it to a blog over at:

FrictionByBill blogspot com (spaces to avoid being flagged as spam)

No sign of Htabdoolb running a blog yet, but I'll poke at him about getting something central together for posting his works.

Idk if it belongs in "best of" because I'm a amateur writer, but I'm writing a story like this right now.

Bump

>>7482
Actually, there is a solution to that you can't just move to the past and disconnect from the present. You will be still living in the present while changing past which in turn, changes your present time as well

so, in essence, you will be not traveling anywhere but just modifying the present using pretty strange way.
That way you will be unable to perform changes that remove the reason of getting back in the part at the first place however you still can perform some changes that replace original reason.

For example, you cant come back in time to save your wife because doing that would remove the reason for getting in the past in the first place, but you can fake that death and abduct her to the future still retaining the reason to go back and save her.

Or it can get even weirder as you save her then meet yourself and give instructions what you have to do to in the future to prevent something that never happened anyway.

The past is not stored anywhere. You can't go there, it doesn't exist. There's only right now. The future also doesn't exist, and can never be totally predicted, because quantum stuff is random. Probably the randomness is why time exists at all.

>>8255
tell me more baby

Jump in a black hole and see how that works out.

Thats a pointless question. You can't travel back in time. We don't even have a proper definition for "time", let alone mess with it. However, what you can try is "travel to the future" in a peculiar fashion, if it holds true at least. There are stories about people who had been lost in the woods and emerged 3 years later, only to discover that to them, only a couple of hours appear to have gone by. If such claims be taken as true, and we agree to the possibility of some forests somehow messing with our perception of time or whatever, you could "technically" travel to the future.

“Okay, I hope you have enough juice in the tank for one more scene. This'll be the last shot before Ava has to go in for conversion, so make sure to give it your all. I wanna have a sort of 'Girlskin clothes make you feel like a queen' thing going on in this one, so you get a short break while we get your throne set up, okay? Ava, anything you want to get done? Any last calls you wanna make? Make 'em now, cause after this shot it's straight to snuffing for you."

MJ nodded, slowly getting up so she could clear the set for the throne to be put up. Still unsure exactly how to think about this whole thing, the redhead cast an eye at her mindbogglingly willing partner in this endeavor.

Ava rose to her own feet as languidly as a tiger, her lips glistening with the remnants of Mary Jane's orgasm. Remnants that she sensuously licked clean as soon as she realized her crush was looking at her. She made no move to leave, to call anyone, to do anything save for stand by Mary Jane's side while the crew changed the scene in front of them and scattered fresh rose petals across the silken sheets.

“Isn't there anyone you want to call and say goodbye to?” Mary Jane asked her costar in the shoot.

“I said all my goodbyes before coming here,” Ava explained. “I even called up a few friends from high school that I'd fallen out of touch with just to share the news and make them jealous,” the Latina admitted. “Besides, I don't want to ruin the mood, and interrupting this just to talk with unrelated people? It might be hard to get as excited as I am right now in the time I have left.”

Mary Jane nodded. This at least was understandable to her, even if Ava's motivations were alien. Still, she couldn't help but be a bit curious about the girl who'd be becoming her latest pair of lingerie after this shoot.

“Are you… looking forward to it?” Mary Jane asked.

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"Alright!" the director chimed in, breaking the spell between the two women. "Now that the set has been set up again, let's get back to work. Unless you need more time?" he asked. The offer was genuine, but geared more towards Ava than herself. Not that Ava really needed it.

"I'm good to go," the lithe Latina affirmed as she looked over the set. It had changed a bit while they were distracted. the white silk still there, the rose petals replaced, but the largest change was what looked like a solid gold throne sitting in the middle of the set. It was fake of course. There was no way that the assistants could have dragged a solid gold chair of that size in unnoticed, but the actual chair was real enough to bear her weight, and more importantly MJ's weight. It had a lion-themed design to it; the feet and armrests terminating in golden paws, and the backing and seat were both fitted with red cushions, the shade of which matched the rose petals beneath. It looked… regal; and Ava was certainly looking forward to the chance to service her queen.

"Alright then," The director responded once the stars made it clear that more time wasn't necessary, "for this bit the theme is 'Girlskin makes me feel like a queen!' I want decadence, luxury, and above all else this is about the subtle undertones of power and control. Mary Jane, I know you're a powerful self-made woman, now you just need to let the audience know as well. Ava? You're a subject, a slave. I want you clearly submitting to Ms. Watson's whims, you'd die if she commanded it, okay?"

Ava smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard to get across."

Mary Jane nodded as well, a few ideas about how to convey confidence and control running through her head. Of course, getting into the right state of mind was essential, and given just how strongly Ava had reacted to her own story? This last shoot could be a fitting gift for the soon-to-be girlskin girl.

Ava watched enthralled as Mary Jane sauntered her way across the set to take her rightful place on her throne. The red-haired woman really did look like a queen in that moment, and Ava wanted nothing more than to serve her.

Ava walked over, dropping to her knees once she reached the throne; her eager cunt glistening with arousal at the thought of what was to come.

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A little less than a year after the fateful photo-shoot that had reignited her career and made her an overnight sensation, Mary Jane found herself at a gala. It was the opening for an exhibit on Girlskin fashion at the museum of modern art and every girlskin model had been invited. Well, those that had survived their shoots at least.

The second half of Mary Jane's lingerie shoot had been much less exciting. Ava fit her like a dream, and she felt every bit as comfortable and seductive as her former lover had described her high school friend feeling in their brief conversation, but without Ava's passion and penchant for lesbian sex it was just another modeling gig; the sexiest gig she'd ever taken to be sure, but still lacking that vital spark that Ava had provided. It was fun going through the exact same poses and expressions as in the first shoot, only this tine wearing Ava instead of fucking her, but as fun as it was it wasn't anywhere near the same level as having Ava as a co-star.

Not that Mary Jane would trade her new underthings to reverse that change! Ava fit her absolutely perfectly; and coming from a model who had plenty of bespoke lingerie to her name, that was saying something! She'd kept her promise to wear Ava every day for a week, it honestly wasn't that hard. Ava's skin breathed in a way that other leather simply didn't while still being light and comfortable. Ava's lower lips had ended up sewn together (a necessary precaution given the amount of paparazzi chasing after intimate pictures of her once more), but even so MJ felt like she was flashing the entire world while wearing Ava. It honestly wasn't an unpleasant thought at all anymore.

Ava had restarted her entire career. She was in vogue again, wanted by fashion designers and directors both for her bold and outrageous spirit. If it weren't for the girlskin garment currently cupping her privates, that would have been the greatest gift that Ava had ever given her.

Ava had been the first girl she'd taken to bed, but in the aftermath of the shoot she certainly wasn't the last. Several pretty young college-aged girls had practically dropped their panties in front of her, eager to partake, and Mary Jane didn't exactly refuse. Her gloves and stockings got almost as much use as her underwear did, and she'd lost count of the number of girls that upon seeing her arms covered from finger tip to shoulder in gorgeous Latina had asked her to spank or finger them. One or two girls even asked her to fist them! It did wonders to keep the leather nice and supple…

Of course, the belt had gotten just as much use as the rest of Ava combined, and a picture of MJ wearing it, and nothing else, was one of the most popular images of her circling around the internet. Girlskin had certainly been appreciative. A bra or a pair of panties can only be made from certain areas of a girl, but a belt? A single girl could yield a dozen belts, maybe more. And making a synthetic belt was even easier and cheaper. Girlskin's stock had skyrocketed after that, and they certainly couldn't seem to sing MJ's praises loudly enough, especially since her Ava-skin belt was her favorite accessory when she got dressed in the morning. They'd even reached out to her earlier this past week to see if she wanted to do another shoot and become an official girlskin spokes-model. They'd offered to hook her up with any model she wanted, and had made sure she knew that they'd be happy to keep her in genuine girlskin clothes if she wanted them, but they'd be just as happy to make her into genuine girlskin clothes if she preferred that as well.

Mary Jane was still considering it. She wasn't planning to become girlskin anytime soon, if ever, but the thought of having that corset she'd imagined Ava as was certainly tempting.

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Wonderful concept, thanks for bringing this to life!

>>15372
Glad you liked it! t was a lot of fun to write too!

OMG!!! TRANSLATIONS! THANK YOU!!
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