Sincere question to you guys. I'm happy right now! Cuddling my puppy, enjoying some guro and playing some games! How are you guys doing?

Could a mod please delete all that 'alternate timelines' crap from the lit board and hopefully restore the stories that were pushed off because of it?

so i just found out that im not alone and that other people have naughty fantasies like me!!!! i want to chat more about the fantasies im discovering about myself but i dont raelly know where to go for that..



stuff i think i like:

-getting hunted

-getting killed (headshots, neck snaps, strangling, hanging, neck-slit, neck-chomped, beheaded.. )

-getting "played with" after im killed ;)

-getting eaten (monster or animal)

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Setsuka bit back a moan as she played with herself, one hand cupping her large breasts, the other kneading her sopping pussy. Her kimono fanned out around her, her sheer purple top stretched over the top of sizeable bosom for easier access to her alabaster titflesh, and her white panties pulled to the side to reveal her shaven pussy. The reason for her excitement slept soundly on his back a few feet below her perch on the barn loft - Heishiro Mitsurugi, the man that had slain her master. And now, the blonde swordmistress would secure her revenge with her own hand - after it finished its current business, of course. Setsuka's arousal grew as she fantasized about what would transpire in a few minutes. It had been easy to track him to this abandoned barn in the desolate wasteland of Soul Edge's influence - a trail of destruction followed the samurai. It would be just as easy to finally destroy him, Setsuka thought to herself as she tweaked her stiff nipples. She'd jump down while he was still asleep, and take his head. Not a fair fight - but there was no point in fairness in taking revenge on the man that must have cheated in order to slay her master, who had taught her everything she knew about swordsmanship.



After that bloody work, Setsuka imagined as her elegant fingers eagerly worked her dripping cunt tunnel, she'd get herself off with his severed head - rubbing her pussy all over her trophy until it glistened with her honey. It was only fair, after what had happened the last time they fought. Setsuka's pleasure-slick vagina pulsed as she remembered the humiliation - her sword knocked away, being forced to her knees with his blade at her neck, the feeling of him using her long blond hair as a leash, the taste of his cock in her mouth, and the feeling of his seed raining down on her face and cleavage. He had left her lying on the ground after claiming the spoils of victory, his jizz painting her body and the kimono that her master had gifted her. Shame had filled Setsuka as her fingers had pushed into her panties to slip into her inflamed pussy as she lay defeated, bringing herself to squirting orgasm as she fantasized that it was her master's cock that she had worshipped, her master's seed that she was scooping off her tits in order to lick clean, her master that had overcome her and taken what he wanted from her body, not the man that had slain him.



Yes... it was only fair that she return the favor, Setsuka thought to herself as she looked down, only to see a sight that made her breath quicken as an even more cruel revenge wiggled its way into her thoughts. Mitsurugi must be having a pleasant dream, Setsuka observed as she gazed at the tent he was pitching in his hakama as he slept - it would be a shame if something were to interrupt that in the worst way.



Setsuka bit her lip to avoid crying out as lust rushed through her, her orgasm bubbling over at the thought of slicing off the samurai's erection. Her voluptuous body quivered, fingers clamping down hard on her stiff dark pink nipple and pearly clit. Her shapely ass humped forward into the air as she squirted, a crystalline spray of her juices launching from her spasming pussy off the loft to soak the wooden floor beneath. It took her a few minutes to recover, her bountiful chest rising and falling with her panting, before she reclothed herself, pulling her top back over her tits and adjusting her panties back over her pussy - the white fabric nearly turning slightly transparent from the wet petals they contained. Setsuka straightened her kimono and climbed down, her sandals making muffled creaks on the wooden floor as she strode towards the slumbering samurai. Time to finish off her unsuspecting target.

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Hey, you all might recognise me as the writter for Waifu Wars. Well I'm gonna have to go on a short hiatus for the rest of November due to a personal project not related to the site. But I decided hey this would be the perfect time to start another seriues idea I had. It's kinda like the DBX to Waifu Wars. Instead of a long drawn out fight some sexy fictional ladies just get killed. Feel free to suggest victims!

Anna hovered over her seemingly lifeless wife, her long dark brown hair hanging down and into her wife's face.

"I love you, Aurora." She whispered as she leaned down to deliver a soft and gentle kiss to her wife's blue lips, which did not return the affection.

Aurora's long strawberry blonde hair laid spread out over the bed, except her bangs that were a mess across her face, which Anna gently moved aside.

Anna proceeded to kiss Aurora's neck, biting and nibbling as she went, slowly making her way down Aurora's chest. As she twisted Aurora's nipples, she could feel they were rock solid and knew her wife was incredibly horny. She moved on
and continued to go down Aurora's body, giving affection every second.

Finally, she arrived down where Aurora was wet and yearning for her. Anna massaged Aurora's clit, then gave it a quick peck, and started to finger her precious, lifeless-like wife.

Aurora didn't pull or invite Anna inside of her in the slightest. She just laid there, unmoving.


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“C’mon, you little slut!” Thessali blurted out angrily as she and her friend dragged the little five foot elf that had been tainted by the void along. A length of nylon rope hung slung over her shoulders. “Let’s go for a walk in the woods, ok bitch?” she snorted in a huff.



Galilada whimpered anxiously, a cloth bandana covering her mouth plus her own pair of panties preventing coherent speech. Her wrists were bound behind her back, preventing her from putting up much of a struggle. Her coal black hair waved at her shoulders as she was dragged along in her white blouse and mageweave skirt, her knee-high black boots leaving little drag marks along the trail. The wooden cart she had been held hostage in during the ride out sure seemed like a lot better proposition than the one she was now facing!



“Are you sure about this, Danellia?” Thessali’s partner in crime Iliaravi asked as she warily looked all around. Three miles up an old service route towards the Dawnstar spire in the ghostlands and then another mile and a half walk had not been a part of her plans for an enjoyable friday evening. Besides, wasn’t this the place where that recent rangers had gone missing with a larger than normal troll activity.



“This is PERFECT!” the raven haired elf blurted out.

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Tell me your thoughts, it'll definitely effect weather I make more.

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White clouds, the ever blue sky, the rainbow patterns of bright sunlight piercing gemstone walls. In this ascended place not one soul follies into accidental sin and so much the same, none go without rest, food, and jubilee. Their ages reach upwards of the billions but not a human face goes beyond 25. Glass armor and gold swords like children prepped for play, every human knows this place so well.



Heaven.



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Nobles and Clones
A World of Decadence and Snuff
(snuff, casual, young, more to come)

The story will be written from the perspective of both Clones and Nobles. I don’t do scat or brainplay or babies, but feedback is GREATLY appreciated and I can probably work most requests into future chapters. I write when I get the time and when the muse strikes, but I plan to keep it going for a while. I have no interest in men, straight sex, or male victims, so if I include a male character, they will be in passing, or a platonic friend in almost all cases. The first entry will establish the world and goes into a lot more exposition. Future posts won’t be quite as long.

If being the Noble girl is an idea that appeals to you, PLEASE ask for my yahoo/skype. I really love the thought of playing the Clone. The first victim is very much modeled on myself. <3


Premise

It was the year 3000. Mankind had brought itself to the edge of extinction some centuries earlier, by way of nuclear war. In the wake of the devastation, most of the surviving population was left unable to produce offspring, with only a few hundred bloodlines left able to procreate. These families had inherited all of the wealth of planet Earth, and when the war had ended, they had made changes. Society was divided into two groups, aristocrats, those of the stable bloodlines, and slaves, those grown in cloning facilities to cater to the every whim and want of the nobles. Cloning had been perfected in the wake of the wars, it was cheap and easy, and with the cheapness of cloning came the cheapness of cloned life. Clones were grown of past celebrities or designed from scratch, on the whim of the creator. The nobles grew hundreds or thousands of slaves for each of them, then had to deal with overpopulation. The result was that clones were killed as a regular part of life.


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Alright. Here's the first part of the next Snuff-O-Gram story. As usual no knowledge of Doctor Who is needed to enjoy this story, but if you want to you can look up the actresses who play the parts (Karen Gillan, Pearl Mackie, and Stephanie Hyam) and imagine them acting out the story.



Amy Pond: Alien Space Slave Snuff-O-Gram

Tags: Doctor Who, F/F, Oral, F/F/F, Fingering, Willing, Dominant and Submissive, Roleplay, Dissection, "Xenophilia", Cannibalism, Prostitution, Snuff



Amy Pond always wanted to be snuffed, so when she reports as a Sexy Green-Skinned Alien Snuff-O-Gram to Heather's dorm room for her girlfriend Bill's birthday, she gets exactly what she asked for.



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"No one can hide from my sight..." Widowmaker breathily moaned to herself as she gazed through the scope, eyeing her target. The Talon assassin was perched on a balcony high up a skyscraper, long-rifle mounted on a tripod and aimed at the plaza below. The right moment hadn't yet come to pull the trigger, perhaps because Widowmaker's long slender fingers weren't even on the trigger. Rather, the digits responsible for ending the lives of so many were busy pleasuring their mistress - one hand groping her pert breasts, the other working her slippery slot. The only sound on the balcony was Widowmaker's coos of pleasure, the thrill of the impending kill pulsing through her as she played with herself on all fours, shapely round ass raised in the air while swaying to and fro.



The assassin's normally haughty, emotionless face flushed as she felt her climax coming - a climax that once subsided, would mean the end of her target. This was the only time she could feel emotion - from the thrill of being an apex predator claiming its prey. Her fingers furiously worked her oozing cunny as the pleasure intensified.



"Hey! What do you think you're doing?!"



Widowmaker's head snapped around as a shout from behind her interrupted her ministrations. Her elegant face twisted into a scowl. A fat security guard stood there, no doubt some useless desk jockey hired by the building she had broken into. He held a flashlight in his hand, the beam falling square on Widowmaker's lovely ass.

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(A thread of stories that take place in the savage land of Vaniria. If there is interest in this story, I’ll post more. Feedback also appreciated.)



Ambush at Icefall Pass

(gory combat, blood, piss)



The shieldmaiden glimpsed her opponent through the snow drifts.



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Anyone has the full version of this story saved? I managed to find a copy of it on wattpad(for some reason), but it was incomplete and seemed to have really poor english.

A Thousand Worlds of Despair: Crimson Comfort

(gg, oral, rimming, mercy killing)

Rika Furude sat on the floor of the house that she shared with Satoko Houjou, her fellow resident’s blond haired head resting on Rika’s lap. Satoko was dressed in her green pyjama top and pants, while Rika was dressed in her pink nightdress. It was a few days after the deaths of their fellow club members and Rika had spent the intervening time desperately trying to comfort Satoko. But as was usual in this infinite cycle of sorrow, her efforts were in completely in vain. Satoko’s broken sobs were only quietened when the girl was so exhausted that she had no choice but to slip into broken sleep.

For her part, Rika had shed no tears for her friends. She was far too used to their deaths to feel anything but exhaustion anymore, but seeing Satoko so hurt always managed to stab her in the last remaining part of her soul that could still feel. At least Satoko’s wouldn’t be in pain for much longer...

Today was the end stage of this scenario, the night of their deaths. Countless times Rika had tried to at least save Satoko in this scenario, but her efforts were always in vain. Whoever was so determined to kill Rika did not let Satoko escape. Of course, that was only the few times that she could convince Satoko to make a run for it. Usually Satoko would refuse to flee, sanding with Rika in solidarity, facing certain death with a bravery she did not feel.

Any world where Keiichi fell prey to the Syndrome’s final stage was a futile world, where no other actions could possibly bring any change to her cursed existence, Rika’s irrational clinging to a cursed life only causing her and her friends agony after agony. With a sigh she looked at the tear streaked sleeping face of her friend, again doubting the course of action that she had decided on after receiving news of the others’ deaths.

Hanyuu’s voice was silent, Rika having drunk enough to cause the spirit linked to her soul to pass out. It had been necessary as Hanyuu would surely object incessantly to her plan. What she planned to do was monstrous, but it was hardly worse than doing nothing and letting Satoko suffer further. If she could not save her friend, she could at least try to minimize her pain. Trying to act resolutely, she leaned down with her blue haired head and started to lick the other girl’s face, tasting the salty tear tracks with her pink tongue.

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This is going to be a loong story I've written together with Blau Sturm. The idea originated from him, but we figured the whole story out together after I watched Nanoha. There are at least two more parts coming. Any feedback or comments are appreciated :)





Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha SnufferS

Episode One





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"Hey," he said, lifting himself up to a nearly seated position, his cock still inside of her, "can we try something new?"



"Sure, I'm always up for that."



"I want to see what you look like inside while I'm fucking you."



"You mean, like with a camera?"

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Being as someone who's somewhat a fan of Vs battles and the such, and given that Mr. Anon's Waifu Wars was such a fantastic idea, I've decided to grab it myself and create... uh... FUCK! (Them Up).



Ayyyy, that's clever.



While I can't promise consistency and I can't promise promptness, I'd like to finally try my hand at writing some sexualized murder, and I'd like at least a few people to see it!



This'll work on approximately the same rules as the original Waifu Wars. I'll take votes on the combatants of a fight, who wins, and by what means, and then I'll write it to you freaks' specifications.

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I'm a guy with a fondness for VS debating shows like Death Battle or super power beat down and after watching the most recent episode of death battle where (spoiler warning) a rather lovely Renamon met a gruesome yet sexy fate I thought hey why not mix my love of VS debuting with my death fetish. The result was Waifu Wars. The rules are simple enough. Two fictional female characters will be put in a fight to the death with no armor or clothes and you get to decide who dies. If you like the idea let me know and if this concept gets enough positive reception I'll reveal the first fighters and begin working on the fight.

Hi guys. My first /lit/ project around here, I hope you like it.



Although it's designed to be read as one block, if you're feeling horny I suggest ignoring chapters 1-3. Foreplay starts at Chapter 4, fucking starts at 5 and things turn kinky at 6 & 7 with 8 being all about Snuff. I had a blast writing this, I hope you enjoy it.



Part 1: Courage



Slow Burn, F/F, Consensual, Strangulation, Peeing, Lots of Sex.

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So This can also be found here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/28475/School-Fundraising-Auction



Ms. Masterson (http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/MsMasterson/profile) and I worked together on this as a bit of a collaboration. I came up with the idea, brainstormed with her, she wrote the initial parts with me editing and polishing it up. She ended up writing most of it (and I did a Mass Effect story at the same time which she came up with the concept for and polished), and I think it came out really well.



I've actually finished a sequel to it and realized that she hadn't posted this anywhere. And since she told me I could post it up if I wanted to, here it is. If people like it I'll post my (smaller) sequel.



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