This is a long one. I think the slow build up helps the story, but if you grow impatient with it, or simply don't have a lot of time, feel free to skip to part ten.

Pep

1 - Push

	

"Elizabeth, would you stay after class please?"

	

Titters and a couple of giggling laughs from several of the students filing out of his classroom followed this announcement, but Mr. Riggs ignored them. Elizabeth, however, blushed and ducked her head, hiding her face behind her long hair.

	

"Y-yes, Mr. Riggs." she answered, a bit timidly.

	

Mr. Riggs intimidated Elizabeth a little bit, but then, so did almost everyone. She waited until the last of her classmates had left the room, then approached Mr. Riggs' desk.

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So I was in the mood to destroy something beautiful... hope you all enjoy

Hi all, I published this story on Literotica a couple days ago but I figured the Scat crowd here would like it as well

Prologue: Jake

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The prologue introduces one of our main characters, and how he got to where he is in the beginning of chapter 1. If you're just here for the juicy parts you might want to skip this bit.

Jake enjoyed his life on Earth. Well, at least for the most part. Nothing less was expected of him. He lived in the utopia created by the United Federation of Planets, after all. Jake got a lot of free time which he spent hiking and playing adventure games in his town's holosuite. His desk job cataloging alien cultures was perfectly serviceable too. But he wasn't quite satisfied. Jake preferred to be in a monogamous relationship with a woman, and he tried it a few times but it never quite worked out for him.

You see, Earth had evolved to a point where people were basically free to have whatever type of relationship they wanted and do whatever they want, but even so, a couple of things where so out-there, that it was nearly impossible to bring up in a relationship without destroying it. Jake had one of those things. He'd discovered during puberty that the only way he could truly enjoy sex was if piss and poop got involved. He wasn't ashamed of this, but this kink was just completely unacceptable in the clean and pure society of the Federation. He even went to talk about it with a Federation counselor. She just suggested he'd forget about the fetish and go and enjoy his life without ever indulging. But this part of his sexuality was just so important to him that he found he couldn't have a satisfying relationship without it.

One day, close to his 25th birthday, he suddenly got an idea. He looked around to see if he was alone in his working room, activated his console and put in a query: "Computer, list all known sapient species that involve their own bodily waste in their courting rituals."


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Does anyone know where this is from? Also, any other similar works with fire/burning based pussy torture are welcome, thanks.

I see women as fuckmeat, regardless of race or age, I just think every woman must be slave to males. Am I the only one?

I know here we all emphasise a difference between fantasy and reality, but I have a hard time really setting it apart like that and it makes me feel like a terrible human being.

Maybe you want to be raped or tortured, maybe you want to be the one raping and torturing, maybe you just wanna kidnap a little girl, tie her down and take a dump on her while she screams and cries. Either way to some degree we're all aware of the separation between fantasy and reality, myself included, but... I can't help but feel a pang of envy hearing about real guro things people have experienced that are the things I'm into. I hate it. I hate that I live for imagining these things and pretending they're real.

And it's disgusting because I know those things would be terrible or traumatic in real life but it makes me so angry!

For me I feel like part of my problem is that my guro interests tie into my self esteem a bit. Does anybody else feel this way?

The title of this thread was based on the thread in /3D/. This thread will be stories involving the deaths of little girls twelve and under that are too short to put on my site.

I'll start by posting a longer version of a story I posted in Ultra Short Stories.

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"If you want candy, you have to be good," the young brunette said to her kids before she walked into the store.

I peered around the corner of the building. A little girl, most likely seven, with short blonde hair, sat in the front passenger seat twirling a strand of hair with her index finger. In the back, twin boys, no younger than ten, were play fighting. I could see that was two other cars in the parking lot, but they were both empty. So, I decided to act.

I stuffed my hands deep in my pockets, and made sure a candy bar was sticking halfway out of my left pocket, before I emerged from the corner. I walked casually up to the car, and as I approached the car, the kids stopped what they were doing and looked directly at me.

"Hey, little girl, do you want a surprise?" I asked.

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I'm going to start writing stories, mostly involving debreasting and twat torture, and posting them here. I'll label each with their individual tags.

By Natasha Kendrick

Part 1

Natasha: Justin, your latest Album “Team Necro” has attracted a lot of comment about your recent lifestyle choices, not all of it complementary. Tell us about where you are right now, and what's lead you here.
Justin: Well, for the last few years I've really been giving everything to my fans. The music, the tours, the events, everything. It means that I'm just starved of me-time, I just don't want to spend what little time I have pleasing someone else. Plus my social media strategist has always been very against me having a girlfriend, because the fans hate it.
N: And so that's why you've moved to following a nec-romatic lifestyle?
J: if you mean that's why I fuck dead girls now then yeah (laughs) honestly though I just feel it makes sense. I find the necro-girls much more giving, they're not selfish or out for what they can get. Plus with all the #metoo and sexual assault stuff right now it really makes me immune to any accusation of mistreating women.
N: You don't feel that soliciting your fans to have themselves snuffed and delivered to you is itself disrespectful or misogynistic?
J: How could it be? No one is being pressured, or forced to do anything they don't want to. I just let it be known to my fans that if they choose to have themselves decapitated and then express delivered to me, then I'll have sex with them – assuming I find them attractive that is.
N: So are those two of your former fans on the bed there?
J: I assume so, I have a few rules you see; I don't like people trying to use me to get famous, so fans aren't allowed to send any kind of message or video – I won't look at any of that stuff, they must be a c-cup or smaller, weigh no more than 8 stone, 5'2” maximum height. That kind of stuff. I think it's much more pure if a girl is only doing this to please me. It's really beautiful, and I thank every girl who becomes one of my Neckos. This album is like a love song to them
N: And the twenty or so dead girls you were stood on for the cover, were they all your Neckos?
J: Mostly, they go off pretty fast so those Nekos were all from that week and we also snuffed a few models to add in for the shoot. You can tell the models ‘cause they're all taller. I don't like that at all so after the shoot we just tossed them in the dumpster.

Sorry, just reposting this with some tags.

I am new to this forum and love to write horrible stories. Unfortunately, they get yanked from every site I ever post them to!


Her name was Melody Garcia and she was young - only 17 – and had never taken the bus before by herself, let alone to the bad part of town. She tried her hardest not to let people see that she was crying.

When the bus finally came to her stop, she gathered her few things together and waddled off. It would all be over soon. It would all be over soon… she kept telling herself. An hour from now, she’d be back on the bus, headed toward home, and it would be like the whole thing had never happened.

She had scrawled the address on a scrap of paper, stuffed in her pants pocket. She shivered as she walked through the diseased and broken streets. Sirens wailed in the distance. She finally came to the storefront… looked like it had been a convenience store at one time. There were still shelves, with stray cans of tuna and tomato paste here and there. Halogen buzzed and flickered.

In the middle of the store sat a woman with a pale face. “May I help you?”


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Guro related to wonder woman and catwoman maybe?

Like with my other thread, this will be random stories that are too short for me to upload to my ASSTR site—less than 1,000 words; usually around 500. This one will be for young women, 18-30. The other differences is that, while most of my stories will just be random murders, there will be other types of deaths; suicides, executions, and even accidental.

To start us off, I'll import my recent Killer and Victims story from RP.


Peter Sullivan worked as the receptionist for Golden Crowns Hotel for a week. It was a fancy, expensive, hotel located in Manhattan where CEOs, celebrities, and other well-off people stayed. According to official documents, and co-workers, however, he was known as Jake Dent. He wore a wig, to disguise his blond hair with brown. He also wore a mask and pair of gloves that, without extremely close inspection, were realistic enough to pass off as his own face and hands. He made sure that the rest of his skin was covered to hide the slight difference in skin texture. All of this was for his real job as an assassin.

His target was a twenty-six year old secretary from the United Kingdom, known Emma Walters. According to his client, she threatened to expose some of the illegal business practices that his company is involved in, and she needed to be silenced before she could go to the authorities. He learned through research that Emma always used this particular hotel whenever she visited New York, and discovered that she planned to vacation in Manhattan this month. So Peter forged some documents and got a job at the hotel.

Emma arrived at the hotel late in the evening. Peter recognized her immediately from the description and photographs given to him by his client. She had short brown hair, although her eyes were maroon rather than blue; he figured that she had to be wearing colored contacts. She wore an maroon kimono, which was open at the neck to display her bra straps and her rather prominent cleavage. She approached the desk, and I assigned her a room.

Five hours later, Emma was passed out on the bed; she only wore a pair of black panties, with her giant breasts on full display. Her kimono and bra were laid out over a chair.


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looking for sauce of this vid, it's kei from dirty pair but not sure from what game or animation it's from.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=AD5rhvoOLw8

I'm picky about what I'll draw. Not doing comics any time soon, just pinups (hi-res files).

Rate starts at 100 per pinup and goes up based on content. Standard is one girl, color. A few samples to follow. If interested, click my name and email me.

I saw this as part of some other images like it, so the source for it would help me greatly, thanks.

Stabbing a breast and fucking the wound?

Do anyone know anyone who does zombie necro stories? I'm looking for some with the female or females as the zombie getting fucked by the living person

“Well, well, what have we here?”

A figure emerged from the shadows of the tunnel, dark-haired and dark-skinned, wearing a trench coat and wielding a shotgun, the barrel red-hot and smoking like a cigarette in the night.

“The Pyro Sisters,” announced a second figure, coming up from behind the first. “We finally got our prize.”

Eve cast a casual glance at the two female raiders in the flickering light of the subway service room. They laid on the grimy tiled floor, sweating, bleeding and clinging to each other. Their fear was palpable; she could taste it.

“Which one do you want,” asked Cait.

Her gaze flickered between the raiders. One was blonde, skinny and pale, with cuts, bruises and dark stains on her hands and chest. The other was a brunette, thicker and tanned, clutching a bullet wound in her side. “I’ll take the thick one.”

“No, no!” The blonde clutched her companion with the frantic eyes of cornered prey. “Fuck off! You can’t have her!”

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