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Story Tags:

Male Domination
Biology Alteration
Rape
Underage
Violence
Grievous Bodily Harm (GBH)
Public Humiliation
Snuff
Bestiality
Unrealistic Pregnancy


This story is the background to my new work called "SnuffWorld Stories". It takes place in a fictitious universe with different rules to ours that you can read more about in this post.



Introduction - The Multiverse Theory

The Multiverse theory dictates there is an infinite number of unique universes running parallel to our own. Each one could be so drastically different from the last that some pretty crazy universes exist. A universe where instead of climbing into cars we climb into Dogs that fly around at the speed of sound. Or a universe that instead of drinking water to survive we drink liquified lemon trees. Or even a universe where instead of using the internet to communicate we fart a silver sparrow out of our ear that travels to the recipient and sings them a song that holds the message we wished to send.

But then there's the universes that are ever so slightly different. A universe where Barack Obama sneezed this morning, whereas in ours, he did not. Or a universe where the toilet was invented exactly 24 hours earlier than it was in ours. Or even a universe where my mother has one less hair than in this one.

The possibilities are endless, but the universe I've come to talk to you about today, I call "SnuffWorld". It lies somewhere between the extremely different and the slightly different. Nothing drastically crazy, but a significant change.

In SnuffWorld, men love to abuse girls.


Men Of SnuffWorld

In SnuffWorld, all men are horny and muscular. They are large in size, and violent in nature. They love nothing more than to hurt and destroy a vulnerable girl. They are attracted to women of all ages, equally.

Women Of Snuffworld

Women are rarely well-built or muscular. Instead they are small, fragile and weak, but very very resilient.

Societal Implications of This

Girls are free to be used in any way by any man (unless her father/husband/owner has made it clear that she is not available in this way) at any time. This means you could walk into a shop and shoot the female clerk in the head, or a teacher could choke a female student to death at her desk, or a father could rape all the girls at his daughters birthday party. All of this is socially acceptable.

To accommodate for so many girls being killed daily, the government has performed genetic adaptation to cause ten girls to be born for every boy. They have also adapted the female population to be fertile and able to safely carry a pregnancy to birth from the age of four upwards. Not that the majority of pregnancies make it that far, most men forcibly abort a pregnancy for the sexual thrill of it. Knives, punching, kicking, baseball bats, whatever.

The Media brainwashes young girls to teach them that their only purpose in life is to pleasure men in any way they can. Their only value to society is how hard they make the men around them, and that the ultimate experience for a girl is to be killed by a man. They do this by introducing sex and violence in kids media from a young age. Dora the Explorer being raped and beaten by the men around her. The Powerpuff girls losing to their male enemies, and subsequently being fucked senseless. Pop music that emphasises sex and violence. Even their clothes have slogans on them like "#rapebait", "Daddy's Little Toy" and "Spank Me, Choke Me, Kill Me".

Meat-Doll Spectrum

On the low end of the spectrum are "Meat". It is the slang term for a girl who is afraid of men. A girl who panics when they're near. A girl who cries from the humiliation of being fucked or beaten. These are the girls resistent to the brainwashing.

On the other end are the "Dolls" of the world. Girls whose entire life revolves around teasing men, and being fucked brutally. They dress slutty, cake on the make up and love to be hurt. They fell for it. Some Dolls even claim to receive sexual pleasure from pain, but they are in the <10% minority.

Interestingly, though, most men prefer to hurt Meat over a Doll, because they love seeing the fear and panic and suffering in their eyes.


This series aims to show you the wonderful universe of SnuffWorld, and explore the various dynamics of this world.






Snuff'd! - Sophie Turner


Story Tags:

Celebrity
Gangbang
Rape
Public Humiliation
Violence
Torture
Grievous Bodily Harm (GBH)
Incest
Snuff



This story is the first instalment of many in a miniseries called "Snuff'd", which is part of a larger work called "SnuffWorld Stories".



Sophie Turner was staring intently at the camera, the lights almost blinding her. It had been a long day. Her makeup and hair took at least three hours, but when she was ready the studio wasn’t. She had to wait another hour before it began. Before all of this she’d been doing interviews for two different news outlets, regarding the recent death of her character on Game of Thrones.

“Me?” She’d replied when asked whether they hurt her on screen or a body double. “The girl was skinned alive! I’m still here, aren’t I?!”

“Oh yes of course!” The, obviously new and starstruck, journalist had replied.

“Of course it was a body double.” She finished, exasperated.

The interviews took long enough, but at least she didn’t need to be all dolled up for them too. There was definitely something odd about this photoshoot, though. The preparation length, the relatively small crew and how quickly it had been set up. She only heard about it from her manager, her father, the day before.

She pouted to the camera seductively, and gently touched her hair. It was done up in an intricate bun. Her entire get up seemed to make her look particularly dainty - a tight white dress, accenting her figure, big hoop earrings and white heels. Some of the largest heels she’d seen at that… She’d joked to the woman that did up her hair about them being pornstar heels.

The shoot itself had taken longer than most, and she was anxious to leave, but just as they were wrapping up for the day, there was an ominous knock on the studio door. Everyone in the room looked to each other in a knowing way, besides Sophie. She looked to her father for explanation, but he just smiled at her.

When one of the two runners working for the studio opened the door, four large black men stormed into the room. They looked like four mounds of muscular flesh clad in white vests and shorts, and they were all darting towards her.

Before she could do anything, two of them had grabbed her arms, one had her legs and the last was stood in front of her. She tried her best to wriggle free of their grasp, but nothing worked. The camera man moved closer.

That was when the first punch came. The first of many.

The room span, and she tried to double over in pain, but the men held on tight. She felt like she would vomit, but had nothing to throw up. She looked up just as another fist landed on her stomach. Once again she tried moving to no avail.

It was after she’d recovered from the second punch that the man stepped back, and the runner who opened the door approached the stage. He removed his hat and pulled off his beard. A fake beard. It was Ashton Kutcher.

She knew then that she was doomed.

“Well was that an entrance or what!?” He asked the camera “We have here, for your viewing pleasure, the sweet young red-headed brit, Sophie Turner, totally out of her element. Stay tuned to watch her be brutally murdered for your entertainment!”

She was on his hit show “Snuff’d” wherein he plans out and conducts a brutal gangbang and murder of a female celebrity, and then shows it on national television. She’d seen a couple of episodes and knew how bad it was for the girl being raped, and knew there was no getting out of it. She just hoped they killed her quickly.

She looked to her father who had set the whole thing up. “Dad?”

He smiled once at her before the man holding her right arm snapped it like a twig at the elbow. White-hot pain jolted across the entire length of her arm and across her chest. She screamed as loud as she could, but one of the men shut her up by punching her across the jaw.

They all let go of her and she fell to the floor, landing on her arm, but felt no pain. She felt no fear, no anger, no sorrow. She was in shock. She just lay there as the room span back into focus, and the heat of the pain in her arm returned, now coupled with a severe bruise on her jaw line.

Her eyes full of tears, she saw three men who had pulled out their enormous throbbing cocks. Almost too big to comprehend they made her dizzy. But there was only three. Where was the fourth?

She found out where he was when the back of her dress ripped open and her butt hole was prized apart by what felt like a giant snake made of rubber. His cock was squeezing its way into her tight ass, and she began to bleed. She screamed at the pain, but received another punch in the face, this time cracking her cheek bone.

She was quickly learning to not scream, else she would be in far more pain than she was already. She spied her father watching eagerly as the men violated his own daughter. He looked as happy as can be.

Her view was obstructed, though, as one of the men had hoisted her up by her hair and shoved his cock into her mouth. Her teeth were getting in the way, but it was nothing a couple of punches couldn’t fix. She spat blood and teeth to the ground, and it began staining her dress. She now understood the wardrobe decisions.

He put his veiny dick back into her mouth and seemed much more satisfied. He pumped away at her, using her saliva and blood as lubrication. He was so big that his tip was genuinely half way down her throat. When he pulled it out, she saw her blood and saliva mixed, glistening all over his shaft. He clearly liked the site of it as he plonked the sloppy dick onto her face, noting that it was longer, and took a photograph. This is the photo they would use on the DVD cover for the scene, no doubt.

At this point, the man pumping her asshole had pulled out and came all over her back. She knew each man only came once in these videos, so she was a quarter way to being finished. While she was contemplating her road to completion, her earring were forcefully ripped out. Her ears now as much of a bloody mess as her ravaged asshole and mouth surely were. She screamed once more at the pain.

This time, two fists came at her, one slammed and broke her nose, the other impacted the back of her head. Dizzily, she rolled onto her back, trying to catch a breath, when one of her attackers jumped onto her stomach. Blood came spraying out her mouth and landed on her dress.

She rolled once more, now into the fetal position, but they showed her no mercy. Before she knew it, there was another throbbing black cock in her mouth, halfway down her throat. As she struggled for air, another cock entered her pussy, entirely dryback. The two men pumped her for a good ten minutes, whilst the other man threw punch after punch at her stomach. Eventually though, both her throat and pussy were filled with the men’s hot gooey semen.

Finally, she’d been given a bit of a rest. Only one man remained and he was talking with Ashton Kutcher. Sophie slumped herself up against a wall. Her right arm was dangling by the elbow, her face was bruised and bloody, her nose twisted into something vile, her ears were hanging limply and her dress had stained red entirely. Her father approached.

“Soph.” He said, and she looked to him.

“Why, Dad?”

He chuckled before replying. “Because it sounded like fun.”

He gave her his own little slap.

“And boy was I right.” He smiled. “Now smile, I want to take a photo to give to your Mom…”

He reached into his pocket and took out his camera phone, put her mess of a face next to his clean and sturdy one, and snapped a selfie.

“Now,” he began. “Stay strong, it’s almost over. You’ve done so well so far.”
She spat blood onto the floor as Ashton Kutcher and the camera approached her, the remaining attacker close behind them, a rope in his hands. Ashton turned to the camera and spoke.

“Well folks, our fun is almost at an end, but we’ve got a surprise guest to help out! Please welcome Sophie’s close-friend and co-star, Natalie Dormer!”

Out from the crowd strode the long-legged dirty-blonde actress. She snatched the length of rope from the man holding it and approached the broken red-head.

“Hi darling.” She smiled at her, before planting a long, sloppy kiss on her lips, her tongue reaching in to tickle her throat. When she pulled back her mouth was covered in Sophie’s blood. Quickly, she scratched Sophie’s face with her long nails, causing more blood to drip from her face to the floor. To add to the searing pain of the scratches, Natalie flew her palm across Sophie’s cheek in a loud slap.

Sophie slumped closer to the floor. This was when Natalie hooped the rope around the girl’s neck and threw the other end high above their heads. Sophie didn’t have the energy nor the willpower to follow where it went, but she knew what was coming. She braced herself.

She was violently hoisted into the air by her throat and dangled close to the ground. Her toes could just about reach it. The last man approached and tore off her blood-soaked dress. She was on the edge of suffocation. She could get the tiniest amount of breath into her lungs.

The camera surveyed her entire body. From the bloody mess that was her head, to her plump breasts, to her bruised stomach, to her ravaged cunt, to her long legs, to her perfect little toes. Ashton jumped in front of the camera.

“What is it they say before a stage show?” He asked. “Oh yeah, they say ‘Break A Leg’, don’t they?”

He stepped to the side and the black man snapped her left shin in half like a twig. A roar of pain erupted all the way up to her hips, as her shin bone burst through her soft skin. Her scream was met by a blow to the stomach.

In one quick movement, Natalie moved to Sophie’s cunt and began shoving her tongue deep inside, presumably licking the cum that was still dripping out. Natalie was clearly trained because despite the ferocious pain all across her body crushing Sophie’s entire spirit, she could feel she was near to climaxing in no more than five minutes. But just as she came, her right leg was snapped in two at the knee, and the man had shoved his cock far up her ass. The pain and pleasure mixed together in the instant and her body shook violently.

One more scream. Her longest scream. Her last scream. She screamed the whole time the man was pumping her ass, and it seemed to excite him. Before long, he’d too blown his load in her once-tight butthole. She was still screaming.

To shut her up the man grabbed the back of her head and began pounding the front with his enormous stone-like fist. The first punch broke her jaw. The second shattered her eye socket. The third only served as more pain. The fourth flattened her nose and her face became pulpy. The fifth, and last knocked her unconscious. Or maybe it killed her. Who could say at this point?

To ensure she really was dead, they hoisted her even further into the air. Her body twitched and turned slightly, before her eyes opened once more. She was awake for mere seconds before she finally died.

As always, Ashton Kutcher stuck his own dick in the dead girl’s throat and fucked her until he came. Whilst the body was still warm, they threw it into a see-through woodchipper, so that fans of the show could see her body fully destroyed in the bonus features of the DVD.

The Sophie Turner episode of Snuff’d was one of the most successful and well-received they’d ever done. It even won an award.




A Curch Sermon

Propaganda/Mind-Control
Mysogyny
Free Use
Abuse
Violence
GBH
Public
Snuff




The Lord's love is plentiful. All his children on the Earth receive his bounty, in one form or another.

A lawyer, fighting for justice, will find God's love in the feeling of accomplishment and pride. A cook, serving others, will find His love in the ecstasy of flavour. A street cleaner, washing, wiping and clearing, will find the Lord's love in a pristine city, that he himself has unsoiled.

But none will receive more love from the Almighty than the women of this world. Like an animal, placed here for our slaughter, she is made by him as a sacrifice for all men. Every inch of her being designed for our pleasure.

Look, for instance, to her mouth. Many would believe it exists for the purpose of speech, but in truth, it is a hole. A hole for pleasure. An entry into her supple body, that we may slide our erect members in and out of, lubricated by her saliva. Some women's mouths are not large enough, and so the Lord has granted all men the strength to snap the lower jaw, to make the room that we desire.

Her body is tight and soft, and bruises like a peach. Rupturing her stomach with any sharp tool, especially when pregnant, is a great joy that all men are granted by Him. Her throat is the right size for our members to enter, and our hands to grasp tightly, to force the life out of her, and into heaven. Her nipples, sensitive to both pleasure and pain, are little toys for us to do with as we please. Jesus himself was known to burn them or rip them with his teeth.

We come then, to her arms and legs. Sexual and sensual, yet oh so fragile. A simple bend in the right place will shatter them, send sensations shooting from the snap to her heart. Her buttocks plump and juicy, conceals a tight, yet maleable, hole. The bible tells tale of men shoving not only their members inside, but knives and flames too! And look also, at her eyes. Big, beautiful, entrancing things, but behind them, a hole straight to her soft, squishy brain that should fit a man's sex.

The Lord created women to show his love to men, but do women receive more love? For this existence, of constant brutal violation and torture, is one of joy and comfort to a woman. They crave this experience, enjoying nothing more than being violently abused. And once they have expired, died by the hands or penis of a man, they are to transcend to the Heavens, where the Lord is waiting for them. He and His Angel's shall give them an eternity of un-challenged abuse, the likes of which they could never receive on Earth. An eternal existence of undiluted agony that will truly complete them. Is this not the greatest gift of all?

A young girl once asked me "Father, what of those girls who do not like pain? Those we call 'Meat'?".

The truth is, Lucifer himself has taken hold of these girls. He has convinced them that the untold pleasures of life and Heaven are in fact horrors. They run from them, they block them out, they shy away from their truest, greatest destiny. And so, it is our job on Earth to put them through as much abuse as we can, so that they may learn to love the Lord's gift of pain, for if they die under the Devil's grasp, they will be condemned to an eternity in Hell, where in his ultimate act of trickery, he will put them through the extreme abuse he convinced them was a horror, but they will never learn to love it in those fiery depths.

So, please, take to the streets. Rape and kill the Dolls, who love the pain, so they may enter a joyous world of it, and abuse and torture the Meat, so they may come to understand the Lord's incredible gift.












A Day With Friends



Story Tags:

Underage
Interracial
Abuse
Violence
GBH
Public
Incest
Snuff


This story is the latest instalment in my series "SnuffWorld Stories". It takes place in a fictitious universe with different rules to ours that you can read more about here: http://ravishu.com/forums/index.php?topic=36947.0

I am always looking out for story ideas, suggestions and critiques to improve my writing. I am also up for collaboration, if I think we're a good fit. Feel free to PM me regarding any of these things. (I also consider requests, in case there are any certain kinks you would prefer left out of a new story)

Please enjoy.


Mike enjoyed the slurping sound of Sammy's tongue on his balls. She'd been pumping her head up and down on his dick for a short while as they waited for the train to arrive at their stop.

"You know they're opening a second station?" He asked, turning to Jermaine.

"What?" He replied, his hand down the front of the leggings of the little girl on his lap. "In Dixton?"

"Yeah, up by the old trading estate."

Sammy took her lips off Mike's shaft with a smacking noise. "Is there really a need for that?"

Mike only shrugged and looked out of the train window. Sammy returned to her blowjob. The little girl with the broken arm on Jermaine's lap started squirming as she came. Her father, who was in the opposite seat, just across the aisle from their table, leaned over.

"It's usually a tax evasion thing by the local council. Not sure how it works though." He eyed up Jermaine who was now suckling his fingers clean of the child's pussy juices. "Are you done with Amanda?"

Jermaine looked at the man, and then to his daughter. "Sure." he said, pushing her off his lap and onto the ground. She landed on her arm sending sharp pain through it. She squealed in excitement before her Dad scooped her up and began walking down the aisle to the door.

Mike watched Sammy's head bob up and down. Her slender pale neck was clasped tightly by a black choker, and he resisted the urge to choke her himself. Instead he hoisted her head away from his crotch and watched her dribble fall from her red lips, to her chin, to land with a quiet splat on the floor. "Come on, this is our stop."

As if on cue, the train's PA system announced their arrival. "We are now arriving at Dixton Central."

"See?" said Mike, as the three of them rose.

The PA continued "Please take any personal belongings or corpses with you."

Jermaine looked puzzled. "What?"

"They renamed the station in preparation for the new one." Mike clarified. Jermaine only nodded.

"Guys," Sammy began. "I've got to look after my sister Emily for an hour or so. She's at the station. Are you okay if she hangs out with us?"

"Yeah, whatever." Jermaine grunted.

Mike raised an eyebrow. "How old?"

"She's fifteen."

"Nice." Both guys said in unison.

They alighted the train with the father and daughter from earlier. The six year old girl was wearing black leggings and no top. Mike watched her bare back and felt an urge. "Hey guys, check this out." He said before walking ahead of them along the platform. Picking her up and throwing her onto the tracks.

The three of them - and the girls father - waited for her to climb up, but Mike only kicked her in the face so she fell back down. After an announcement from the station PA, the train departed, running smoothly over the child. The three of them chuckled before heading out of the station.


Sat outside was Emily, Sammy's younger sister, with a business man jacking off onto her face. His cum landed on her soft cheek and she didn't even flinch. She wore a short, see through dress, black fishnet tights, medium heels, black panties and a black bra. Her make up was of the bimbo variety and her brown hair was done up in a pony-tail beginning at the very top of her head. It resembled a handle and made her look extra doll-like.

She had curvy hips and a tight waste like her sister, but had only small mounds where her sister had buxom breasts. They shared pale skin, but Emily had clearly visited a tanning salon. When she saw Sammy and her friends she gave a shy wave but didn't stand.

"There's the slut." Pointed Sammy, who briskly walked to her sister, wiped off the cum and swallowed it. Emily rose and hugged her big sister. As they embraced, a man walked past and smacked Sammy on the butt. Mike admired it for a short time. It wasn't huge, but wasn't small. It was well shaped and was jiggling after the mans hand moved away from it. Sammy's black leggings complimented it well.

"Come on sluts!" Mike said, shoving his hand between Sammy's buttcheeks and poking at her butthole. "I need a good murderfuck, the younger the better!"

The girls let go of eachother and the four walked away from the station.


It was a sunny day, but there was a slight breeze to cool them down. They strolled through the high street making chit-chat and window shopped.

Sammy had the group stop outside subway so she could get a sandwich, she left the two guys with her sister outside.

"So, Sammy says you're like, fifteen?" Jermaine asked, looking her up and down, raping her with his eyes.

"That's right. How old are you guys? Sammy's age?"

Jermaine laughed. "No, we're older. I'm thirty-two and Mike's twenty-eight."

Sammy was what a lot of people referred to as a "Lolita" - a girl who hangs out with men much older than her. She was only eighteen, but preferred to be raped and abused by much older men.

"Oh, right." Emily responded awkwardly.

Jermaine reached his neck over to check out Emily's ass. It was much bigger than Sammy's. And in her see-through dress he could see that it was almost bursting out of her underwear. "You know, you've got a nice butt."

"Thanks, my dad says the same..."

Mike's dick hardened. "You and your old man close, are you?"

"I guess you could say that..."

Mike ran his fingers along Emily's lips, as Jermaine gave her ass a firm squeeze.

"So," began Mike "why were you in Dixton?"

"Shopping" she mumbled into his finger.

"For?" he removed his hand.

Emily reached into the bag she'd been carrying as Jermaine also let go of her butt. She pulled out a contraption of some sort in a packet. It looked like a belt with some sort of computer device attached to it. On the packaging the brand read "Choke Me Out!" in big pink lettering. There was an image of a little girl with one around her neck, her face was purple, and she was dribbling from her mouth.

"What is it?" Jermaine asked.

"It's a toy."

"What does it do?"

"You can like set how tight you want it to choke you and how long for. My last one broke because I used it so much."

Mike looked at the teenagers neck and saw the marks. "You like being choked, hey?" Emily nodded. "Well, maybe I'll get my hands round your neck in a bit."

"I'd like that." She smiled at him.

Sammy exited the shop with a bruise on her forehead. Apparently someone in there had punched her. She was eating her sub, but managed to mumble the words "Shall we go?" and the four of them headed towards the nearby daycare centre.


On their walk they passed a group of teenage girls, two of which recognised Emily. The two groups stopped to greet eachother. The first girl had long, tanned legs, with bruises and cuts running all along them. Her heels made her look even taller than she was and her blonde hair hung around her body.

"Hey!" she greeted Emily, before they began to make out. When their lips parted, Emily returned the greeting.

"What you up to, Em?" The second girl had clearly had some surgery done. She was no older than Emily, but had huge breasts and an enormous butt. Her lips were truly plumped up and she had the words "Daddy's Fucktoy" engraved into her forehead. Her pink ribbon-like attire barely covered anything but her nipples and pussy. It was one long loop that snaked round her neck, over her breasts, round her waist, back round her hips, between her legs and between her buttcheeks. She had even more make-up on than Emily and her head was shaven.

"I've just been shopping, and now I'm hang-" she was cut off by a hard punch to the jaw. She fell to the ground and her world span.

"Not going to introduce us?" asked Jermaine, rubbing his fist from the punch.

Emily was on the floor but managed to speak. "This is Jess and DF"

"DF?" Mike inquired. The almost naked girl pointed to her forehead. "Ah, I see. And who are your friends?"

DF pointed to one girl, who looked to be about twelve, dressed only in a fishnet body suit and heels. "This is my cousin, Anna, and her friend from school, Amy." Amy had the same top that Sammy wore. A black velvet t-shirt that opened at the midriff to display her pale stomach and little bellybutton. The only difference between her and Sammy was she had less bruises. Sammy's sexy stomach was covered in reds and purples.

Jermaine looked between the two sluts with the same top. "Let's even this out a bit." He said before shoving Amy to the ground.

"What do you mean?" asked Sammy.

"Oh, you'll see" Mike replied.

Jermaine had taken off his pants and underwear, and was sat on the girls face. She was licking his rectum rapidly, and he'd moved her hand to clasp his thick black cock. She stroked all nine inches of his shaft as he began to pummel her stomach. She convulsed in pain and pleasure with every punch. Watching the fun, Mike came over and began stamping on the twelve-year old's stomach. Emily continued to talk to her friends.

"So, I'm just hanging out with these guys before my Dad finishes work. He's going to pick me up afterwards." At this point, Mike let Jermaine carry on abusing Amy, and turned his attention to Anna in the fishnets. He wrapped his hands round her throat from behind and began nibbling on her ear.

"What were you shopping for?" asked Jess. Emily pulled out her choking device and the girls' faces lit up. "Woah! Is that the new one?" Emily simply nodded, proud.

Amy began picking up the pace on both Jermaine's asshole and cock. Anna was drifting in and out of consciousness, but Mike needed her to stay around to feel the pain he is going to put her through, so he bit hard into her ear and she let out a yelp. A mix of pain and pleasure. He then forced his cock into her underage butthole and began pounding.

TO BE CONTINUED...