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When I click on "Comment too long, view post No..... to see the full comment" the full comment don´t open.

in the Literature section, clicking on the 'comment too long click to read the full comment' doesn't work, and just repeats the screen with the short comment.

The long post issue should be good now: >>>/dis/25198

Sorry we didn't notice it quicker

Did Caitlyn and Jinx become friends? I'd like to think they did since they shared the same storage room. Also, are there hands tied all the time? If not, Jinx would torture Caitlyn and Maddie brutally because it's her nature, and Caitlyn would likely welcome it, knowing what Holes deserve and fate. But Maddie would complain and sob about it. The prisoners would enjoy this entertainment, and in return they will treat Jinx as brutal as she did with Caitlyn and Maddie. Of course, Jinx wouldn't mind it.

>>31838
They didn't exactly become friends but they chat from time to time, like neighbours.

Their hands are not tied 24/7 but someone can tie them if they want and they only get untied when someone untie them, they also can't really move their bodies just their arms and legs. It's a bit different for Jinx since she works on the stuffed heads, but yeah, she likes to play when she can ;)

Caitlyn doesn't "welcome" it but she accepts with no issues. Maddie screams her lungs out and beg her to stop.

And yeah, they are brutal with everyone ;)

With deep breaths the meatgirl suddenly woke up. Odalia looked around: stoves, pans, ovens. She was in a kitchen. And even worse, she quickly realised she was naked, her large breasts bounced heavily with each inhalations. From the corner of her eye she saw that a few noticed her waking up. She wanted to run, but metal bars weighted on her chest and legs. They had put her in a cage specially for food.

Odalia had no ways to lift the bars, but through sheer fear of death she managed to squeeze herself between those. Of course the cooks prepared for this eventuality. Quickly all of the catering staff gathered in this part of the kitchen, and the one who saw her wake up snatched the back of her head and yanked her on the counter. “She’s awake now! We can’t delay her cooking any longer, the ones scheduled to prepare her with me stop what you’re doing and help me, the rest you can go back to your station.” He explained.

Odalia’s face was covered in tears. “Please! Spare me!” The chef pushed her deeper into the metal of the table. “Everyone suffered from what you did before your exile. Do not expect mercy or compassion from anyone ever again.” Three more cooks held her limbs and locked her on a stray of vegetables. They pinned her down while rubbing her body with oil and spices. The meatgirl trashed around, or at least tried to. They especially secured her when stuffing her ass and pussy with ground meat. They gaged her screams and pleads with a bright red apple.

Once they plugged her holes with Radishes, the chef grabbed a fork and used it to poke four holes into her boob. The pain made the adrenaline surged into her body and she managed to push the cooks away barely enough to slide her oiled body between their grips. The meat had no ideas what to do, she spotted a door and bet it all on hoping for a way out. She ran with all her strengths, she couldn’t waste time by removing the apple or the fork, so she just ran through the tears, pain, and extreme discomfort. “The roast is getting away!” she heard behind her.

All of the staff members come running at her, they weren’t trained figthers like her daughter and future daughter-in-law, but they had the numbers. Odalia on the other hand, had nothing. She was fat, not too fat, just enough to give her a perfect marbling and a hard time running. The oil on her feet made is horrendously difficult to run. The stuffing in her holes weighted her down and made each step a torment. And her huge boobs flopped with each of those steps, the mouvement in itself was hindering, and painful, they flapped against her chest, hurting it and themselves, they shifted her weight constantly and blocked her line of sight, and that is without the fork sunk into the right one.

The cooks had the advantage to know the place. One hurled a frying pan into the meat’s path, and she received it into the corner of her forehead. The impact not only hurt like hell but caused the fleeing food to last her balance. She mixed-up her feet and had to fight to stand right. Forced into half skating with the oil on her feet and making random steps to not fall, her large body did not help her to balance herself. She eventually completely fell forward and slide to the door, or into the door face first to be exact.

In a semi-relieved panic she attempted to reach for the door nobs, but the door was lock. She never had a way to escape to begin with. A fraction of a second later, the chef grab the meat and wrap his hand around her throat. “Not a chance! Roasts roast. You won’t escape your fate, you deserve this.” The rest of the cook immediately bent her limbs, folded her boobs and ass to limit every inch of moments she could do.

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“You may kiss the brides!” announced the priest. Luz and Amity shared a kiss as the gathering of their friends cheered. Amity threw the bouquet and their friend Willow caught it. This meant the party could properly begin!

The caterers brought the different dishes and lastly the large roasted corpse of Odalia. It was a nice golden brown, and diffused an incredible smell all around. Her face was visibly covered in dried tears. All of the guests let out a long “WOOOW!” of excitement as they saw who they were going to eat.

Eda, Luz’s mother figure, approached the couple with a smirk. “Congratulations! You didn’t tell me you roasted that bitch! Well done.” Luz and Amity laughed at her comment, and the former gave Eda a high-five.

As per the tradition, the newlyweds went to the roast and grabbed a large knife together. Odalia’s mouth was still letting out smoke through the apple and here eyes had been crushed and replaced by cherries. None could repress a smile after seeing her tormented expression. With cheers, the couple used their knife and sliced off a large chunk out of Odalia’s ass. “Yeah!!!!” they heard.

After the first cut, everyone could get their share. The caterers helped them and some guests help themselves. Quickly, Amity’s former mother only had half of her meat left. They grabbed meat all over her body, her bones quickly appeared. She looked like a chicken carcass.

Everyone got their meat and vegetable, it was served on paper plates so the guests could eat it while they walked, danced, and chatted. The party resumed, the main couple lit the dance floor, their friends and family around them, some chatting, some dancing.

Luz and amity stopped once in a while to nipple at their meal. They were served one tip of the boobs each and the pussy to share. When they finished their plate, the guest went back to the buffet to grab a bit more meat from Odalia’s bones.

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No context for this one ;)

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The guest sat down in the comfortable armchair. Before long he had Harley in front of him. She was kneeling and pulling down his pants. She quickly took his tip into her mouth to play.

“Hello and welcome mister. I am here solely to please you, if there’s anything you’d like feel free to ask.” She explained before resuming her blowjob.

This let the guest happily surprised. “Really anything, let’s see…” He caressed her face with a single finger. “What would happen if I asked you to serve me this pretty face of yours on a plate.”

Harley stifled a laugh through his dick, she slid it out of her mouth to reply, but she kept entertaining it with a handjob. “If you asked me for that, then I’d have one of my friend over there take care of you. After that I’d go to our kitchen and take a knife. I would slid it between my teeth and lip, then shove it until it comes out from the side and do the same all around. Once cleaned, I’d then push my face, barely tied to my skull, into a burning pan, making sure all of your meat gets evenly toasted before slicing it completely off from my head. I’d add everything you want me to, and finally another of my friend would bring you your meal, while I wait in the trash can as used good. Be before that...”

She plays with him even more sensually, licking his cock and rubbing it against her face to make him enjoy this even more. “I’d have to ask you how done you want your meat.”

This one is markedly worse, the Mindbreak feature is nearly impossible and completely uneeded.

I just completed the whole thing, all 3 branches, Dee's book, etc.

It was an awesome read. Really the best I've read in a long time.

The mindbreak thing gets a bit in the way of casual reading, but provides a good imersion. I did however had to retry many times to find the right phrase, and it was a bit bothersome. Still, I made it. I'm used to indy arcade games with many retries to get a specific scene so it was a bit similar to that, repeating a scene over and over to get to find the right mindbreak solution.

I liked the non repetitiveness of the death scenes, or split of details between them (one focussing on getting in the 9ven, the ither of the baking process, other of the deguststion, etc.)

I would have enjoyed a few scene where her decapitated head is fucked while her body is roasting, but heh. (If there was ine, I didn't find it) I still really wnjoyed the game over scenes. I hope you make more of these type of games. (not necessarly another sequel)

Cheers!

Thanks for both comments, I really appreciate it. The mindbreak has had some love/hate feedback, for sure, and noted.

And - thank you to anonymous for saying it was the best thing you'd read in a long time and doing multiple play throughs! Means a lot! Email me at [email protected] if you want to connect

>>31800

> “Just a little taste! …”
This post can also only be a little taste, taking into account that you announced that you'll try to get Part Two finished this coming week. It's just Monday which means there is much time to deliver an epic epos, isn't it? :)=) I'm sure we can expect another splendid masterpiece.


@Tanja Mars and @Sven Ritter: This opulent setup developed by Edward looks to me very suitable for your kind of artwork as you already had produced scenarios with feasts at (garden) parties. What do you think?

Very sorry, I don't think I am going to finish this by the end of tomorrow and I'm sure nobody wants to see the ending rushed! I will be otherwise occupied for about a week from tomorrow so I shall finish it when I'm back! In the mean time, I shall post as much as I have so far!

Once everyone was close to being done eating their Iphegnia appetiser, members of Melanie’s team went around with rubbish bags to collect the used plates. Agamemnon knelt with his head bowed on one side of the altar while the priest stood looking upwards, his arms raised to the heavens, on the other and the two handmaidens knelt at either end, their heads bowed in supplication like their master. The whole scene and all the performers who had been part of it sank down into the floor which closed over them, leaving an open and empty arena once more. Nep was about to ask what was going to happen next but then a deep and resonant voice began to boom through the speakers around the theatre.

“And so, his sacrifice being pleasing to Hera and to her husband and their court, Agamemnon and his fleet did set sail for Troy.” The voice was familiar, like it was somebody he knew from TV, and Nep wondered whether it was a pre-recorded track or there was someone down below reading out the narration in real time. Either was, he wondered also whether it really was a performance by someone famous that Melanie’s company had been able to arrange or whether it was just a man with a similar voice imitating the better-known actor. “The journey was long and arduous,” the voice continued in a sonorous rumble, “but in time they reached their destination and did lay siege to the city. But,” the narration continued, “the walls of Troy were impregnable, its soldiers who defended them mighty, and although they could not be defeated, Agamemnon’s army could gain no advantage over them either. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years,” the unseen narrator reported gravely as the whole audience, Nep included, listened in enraptured silence, “and the goddesses who watched over the Greeks and over the people of Troy wept at the loss of life and resolved to beseech Zeus to bring about a speedy conclusion. Yet each wished for their chosen people to prevail.”

Two smaller circular trap-doors opened in the floor and a cloud of smoke, illuminated very brightly from below, erupted from each of them. The light made them almost too bright to look at, which was the idea, and as the light disappeared and the smoke began to dissipate, two figures were revealed. Two girls, both around fifteen or sixteen years old, now stood before the throne. Both incredibly beautiful, one on the left from Nep’s perspective was black with her hair in micro-braids but tied up elegantly under a golden tiara. He sheer toga was a rich purple and she wore gold jewellery like Rowan’s. The other girl had golden-blonde hair which was partially tied back and partially allowed to hang in ringlets either side of her face and onto her shoulders, and a honey tone to her skin hinting at perhaps some mixed heritage in her ancestry. Her toga was green to match her eyes. Like Rowan, both girls had one breast exposed. In the case of the girl in purple it was her right and for the girl in green her left.

“Why have you come before us?” Rowan, in her role as Hera, asked imperiously.

“I, Artemis, have come to petition the Mighty Zeus on behalf of the people of Troy!” the black girl declared.

“And I, Athena, seek your favour, oh Mighty Zeus, for the Greeks.”

“And what will you offer me in return for my favour?” Nep asked, taking in the sight of the scantily-clad teens and trying not to think too much about what he knew must be to come later, wanting to savour the whole experience and enjoy every moment building up to the inevitable climax.

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The team worked quickly and efficiently, smearing the naked teens from neck to to toe with oil then patting a mixture of dried herbs, rock salt and cracked pepper-corns all over them as, behind them, another altar like the one on which Iphegnia had been sacrificed rose up out of the ground. The one, however, was nearly three times the length and was topped with a bed of real, glowing coals rather than a metal hot-plate. The reliefs carved or moulded around its sides showed scene of the Trojan war, including the horse being brought into the city by its unsuspecting inhabitants, Odysseus and his men slipping out of it and opening the gates then Agamemnon’s army swarming in and sacking the city. At either end of this altar were bronze spits protruding around three feet out of the ground at an angle of around forty-five degrees. Mounted onto the ends of the altar’s top surround were matching bronze handles and on the ground were similar arches that a foot could be slipped under with a curved piece behind to cup the heel.

Once again, once the first team had done their work, a second team appeared with the apparatus needed to remove the hair from their heads so that it would not burn as they cooked. With a dignity befitting the divine nature they portrayed, the two oiled and seasoned goddesses, their heads now as smooth as the mouth-watering fillets between their legs, approached the altar, Artemis to the left, from Nep and Rowan’s perspective, and Athena to the right. First slipping their feet under the arches then positioning them so that their heels were against the back plates, both girls carefully lowered themselves onto the sharp, waiting spits which extended a good ten inches inside their bodies. Both girls winced as the spits forced their way through their cervix and into their uterus but neither cried out or gave any other sigh of distress. They were meant to be goddesses after all, offering themselves as a sacrifice, and the self-impalement was a sign of their willingness in making their offering. Breathing heavily and trying to relax around the thick, bronze intruders, both girls gripped the handles at their respective ends of the altar and a mechanical, rumbling sound started up.

It was difficult for the audience to notice what was happening at first but they quickly worked out, as much from the way the girls squirmed and straightened their backs as much as anything else, that the spits were working their way up inside them, pushed by some unseen force from below. At around the same moment, both girls began to cough as if they had something stuck in their throat then the spits erupted out of their mouths, pushing down their tongues and scraping against their teeth until they came to a stop with about twelve inches visible in front of each girl. With the audience watching in awe, a second, much thinner spike began to rise out of the ground an inch or so behind each spit. These spikes, the caterers carefully guided into each girl’s anus to serve as a stabiliser. The angle of both spit then began to change, with the mechanical mount of each rising up behind them and lifting the spit horizontal, the girls still holding onto the handles for the moment but shifting their feet out of the floor-stirrups.

Once the spits were fully horizontal. The caterers lifted the girls’ legs level with it and tied their ankles to the spit with the same golden rope that had been used to tie Gemma’s behind her head. Then they tied their wrists behind their backs and used the remainder of the rope to connect wrists to ankles so that the arms of the roasting girls would not flop about too much as they turned. With another mechanical rumbling, scraping sound the spits moved forward so that the girls were now suspended over to coals, the tips of their respective spits just inches from each other, then they began to turn.

Inside the horse, the pre-teen girls squirmed with pleasure against their bonds, the inside of the effigy bombarding them with heat from all sides as they were constantly misted with a fine mix of water and seasoned oil, both to keep them moist as they cooked but also to ensure the most delicious possible flavour for their meat.

“Did you see Nep’s face when we came out!” Suzi giggled in a soft voice which never the less resonated around the inside of the glowing orange chamber so that Gemma could easily hear. “I thought he was gonna pass out!”

“I bet he’s looking forward to your tits!” Gemma grinned. “Do you think he’ll have both of them or share one with his girlfriend?” They both giggled, Suzi clearly understanding that her friend was referring to the young woman who was playing his wife in a professional capacity.

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Just a little something that Ed asked me to work on to dress up the story, ... Might be more later

>>26864
This is fucking EXCELLENT.

Shame this hasn't been updated in a couple of months, I was enjoying it.

Very nice, though it is a shame that it hasn't been updated in months.

Are you still alive? Is there any chance of any updates to this series?

Did you get locked in a closet like Amy and starve to death?

>>26864

so. any plans on a follow up to this great story?

>>31834
Kaelen approached her slowly, his eyes scanning the lush symmetry of her form. He stopped before her, his gaze lingering on her breasts. They were masterpieces of nobility—heavy, pale spheres that strained against the sheer silk of her gown, their peaks hardening with every gasp of pleasure. He leaned in, inspecting them with a jeweler's precision. While both were flawless, he noted a slight, barely perceptible difference in volume; the left breast was marginally fuller, a more decadent curve of ivory flesh.

"You're quite fond of the pain, aren't you?" Kaelen remarked, his voice dry and devoid of pity. He reached out and cupped the larger breast, feeling the frantic beat of her heart echoing through the tissue. He could feel her shivering, her moans intensifying as she sensed his proximity.

"Since you're so fond of the sensation, let's see how you handle a permanent loss," Kaelen murmured, his voice a low, clinical drone. He shifted his grip, his fingers digging into the lush, heavy weight of her left breast. "I think a precise amputation will push that pleasure of yours into something truly transcendental."

The vampire didn't speak, but her response was visceral. A long, shuddering wail escaped her throat, her hips bucking violently against the shaft of the lance. Her eyes were rolled back, her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches that sounded more like a plea for more than a protest. Kaelen took the rhythmic vibration of her body as a definitive *yes*.

He reached out and gripped the heavy metallic ring piercing her nipple, pulling it taut. He didn't just tug; he stretched the sensitive peak outward, creating a tension that made the vampire’s entire frame stiffen. He wanted the tissue primed and stretched, maximizing the exposure of the underlying layers for a cleaner harvest. As he felt the resistance of the skin, he brought the silver edge of his broadsword to the base of the breast, the cold steel contrasting with the feverish heat of her skin.

"Listen closely," Kaelen whispered, leaning closer to her ear as the blade first breached the epidermis. "The steel is sliding through the subcutaneous fat now. It's a thick, buttery layer, resisting just enough to make the separation feel earned."


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>>31834
more stories on my pixiv account
https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/2996805

Four men discover the aftermath of the bitch's brutal rape and execution.

The bitch's humiliation displayed for the world to see. No longer a kunoichi, reduced to a cumdump public toilet.

Anyway, feel free to write some story beats/snippets for the images. If you don't know what's going on, just CSI it as best you can.

Example: Image 3 her throat was sliced, silencing her screams, the injury clearly stretching her neck as her torso's weight pulled on what little flesh remained to connect her head and limbless body.

Image 4 shows her body with its vertebrae exposed and pulled out, clearly a result of having her neck slashed while hanging.

Hopefully someone will write something sexy to accompany these images, but I'll come back occasionally to try and write/edit some stuff myself.

I'd appreciate any help or encouragement.

>>31787
>>31789
niiice
any dolcett vignette perhaps?

The random woman was jogging, listening to some Taylor Swift's song in her earpods, when you intercepted her in the park.
You stripped her of her jogging panties and tried to fuck her doggy style against a tree, but your penis couldn't get through all the way. Why? You pulled a string and discovered the reason: She was wearing a tampon. It must have been uncomfortable to jog while on her period. Oh, well, more uncomfortable still to be raped when she just went outside for an innocent jog.
So you rammed her while her running blood soaked your phallus, and you got one of your hand inside her sportsbra, rubbing her sweaty tit. Every inch of the bitch was slippery and stinked of sweat, having already jogged for about an hour or two under the hot sun before you got to her.
With the other hand you grabed her head and slided her face up and down the rugged crust of the tree, disfiguring her. Skin and teeth got stucked in the tree while you cummed.
You buttoned your pants and turned her to face her rapist. You noticed she had strong muscular legs.
"Now, let's see how you jog with your legs broken".
"No, please!", she begged, "I've been practising so much! You can't take this away from me!"
"Watch me".
You pressed your boot against her knee and bended her leg in an unnatural way with a cracking sound, causing a howl of pain that was probably heard a mile from there. Then you did the same with the other leg and left the blood-stained woman to be found later by someone who might take pity of her and may help to a wheelchair, to where she would be bound for the rest of her days.

>>31806
All original, baby.

>>31810
well, what i meant:
will there be any of these short stories set in a dolcett envirioment?

>>22038

Dear Mom and Dad

Today was great! Being a Toy Scout camp counselor was such a good idea! I took my troop of campers on a nice hike in the woods, and even came back with a few. There were eight to start, but naturally nobody expected all of them to make it. Two of the girls earned new snuffing badges though!

I'll tell you all about it later tonight, but I gotta get back to my three girls washing up in the lake. Hiking is messy!

Sorry for all the blood and cum and brains on the paper.

Love, Joy

Sorry for double posting. I'm just not used to how posting works here.

>>31795


That's a lot of confusing information. Are you sure it's not written by an AI? ;)

Allow me to give you a hint. Make some detailed notes to sketch your idea. After writing a first draft wait some days or longer. Then read your text as if you haven't seen it before. While doing so make notes about what you just read. At the end compare your first and second notes. If you do this honestly you'll be surprised about the many differences. Now it's time to fix them and write the next version. Repeat the procedure. Some day the discrepancies will be acceptable small and you got your final text.

Good luck.

The information provided in the story was a bit confusing, but it was quite interesting.

Also, was there a reason for why Macy was raised as a pet whilst Jilian wasn't?

>>31813
Not AI at all (just over tired and over alcoholed), but I just had too many ideas that I forced into a very short story. And I didn't do as much proofreading or editing as I should have. I don't tend to do a lot of world building by exposition, so my writing can be like being thrown into a cold pond. It all totally made sense in my min's eye, but I failed to spell it out the way I had hoped to.

I promise the idea is/was very hot and playful. I rushed it. I may revisit it and repost it more the way I imagined it.

Thank you for your criticism (although it was ouchy, but not unwarranted)

I have loved a lot of the stories here, but I don't think I'll ever go so in depth as Jenny's Piglet Cure or Training Tina, for a couple examples of longer stories.

But who knows?

>>31813
There were reasons. At first I toyed with the idea that it was tradition to snuff the firstborn girl, and then as I was writing I changed my mind. I went back and changed some things and diced it would be more fun if Macy was still there but not considered human. I though the twins' relationship as person and pet could be more interesting when it got to the next chapter. I actually imagined this starting with Jillian blowing out her candles at the party, but then I overcomplicated everything.

I haven't written much guro to begin with, and this was only my 2nd go here. I think I had too much loli guro pent up in my mind and it tried to burst out all at once. Smh.

>>31778
Thanks 😊

I didn't really call attention to it, but the doctor was quietly taking the meat as his payment for the house call and/or just to get rid of the bodies. I never really made up my mind if he was selling them to the neighborhood butcher or keeping them for himself. Probably some of each.

> "Well, I am tempted by your offer– uh Satu, but I need to deal with this little monkey while she’s fresh. So, for now, good night.” Then he hefted Rosie over his shoulder and left.

I was originally going to have Mama chop up each little monkey to split with the doctor, but I decided that was just slowing down the story.

>>31779
Well that's a lot of meat for one person so I imagine he has a deal going with a local butcher! The only thing that might have made this story a little better would have been a variety of euthenasia methods but I understand the repetitiveness is part of the conceit :D

>>31780
> The only thing that might have made this story a little better would have been a variety of euthenasia methods but I understand the repetitiveness is part of the conceit

Yes, good point. This story started with several fewer points of variation in each day, and I kept adding more with each editing pass, so really the reason the snuff method was always the same is that I got tired of reading about little monkeys jumping on beds after about the hundredth monkey met her end. 😮‍💨

Maybe if I repost this on Ao3 a few months from now when I'm ready to look at it again, I'll spice it up a bit more.

Sorry for a late response but it took me a while to browse through your stories and of course I read those that appealed to me (I at least peeked at all).


>>27959 (>>27955)

> … it reads more like a summary of events rather than an actual story.
That is certainly true. It reads like a fairy tale from Brothers Grimm. The style is very similar, so I think it fits the story perfectly.


>>28649
Do you know Christopher Nolan's 2006 movie "The Prestige"[1], based on the 1995 novel with the same name[2] by Christopher Priest, starring Hugh Jackman, Christian Bale, Michael Caine, Scarlett Johansson and David Bowie? Movie and novel are like a template for your (short) story, only a little less bloody but with more deaths. I don't know the book, but the movie is absolutely worth viewing.

[1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prestige
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Prestige_(novel)

>>31799
> It reads like a fairy tale from Brothers Grimm. The style is very similar, so I think it fits the story perfectly.

Thanks! I was deliberately imitating the structural style from those old timey fairy tales when I wrote that one, and I'm glad at least one person appreciated that. Even still, I recognize that the old style isn't used anymore for good reason, so I probably won't try that again.

> Do you know Christopher Nolan's 2006 movie "The Prestige"?
Yes, love it. I thought about it a lot while writing my own little 'prestige' magic story. That opening scene where Michael Caine explains the three acts of every magic trick were a major guiding force in planning this story. Obviously, there were a few other scenes I also took inspiration from in that movie, as you noticed 😉

Request: non-con, rape, combat, death.

Beauty and the Beast.

The Beast doesn’t wait for Bella to fall in love with him. He rapes her daily until she falls in love with being raped and abused. Anyone who attempts to rescue her is tortured, killed, ripped apart by the beast. He forces Bella to cook up the meat for his dinner. It could have him forcing her to eat it as well.

In the end she is bound to him. Serving his every need.

Writing letters asking for brave souls to rescue her.

>>31661
>I will never have the time to write them myself.
Oh no!
>I have a dozen story ideas in my head.
Please share them!

>>31680

Here are some of them (link below). I’ve written a couple of these ideas so far. Mostly under 18, erotic cannibalism stuff yet anyone can have a shot at writing their story +18 if they like. I make no claim to any story idea I present here.

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/koko.php?res=31175

>>31683
Fascinating. Can you tell us why you like what you like? Would you write a story about something else?

**this is a work of fiction, inspired by a work of fiction that I recently read but can't seem to find!! Please link the original story and credit the original author! This is just a slightly hornier and much shorter fan fiction, I guess.**


Emily wasn't in it for the science or the good of the snakes.

When her mom had gotten involved in the burrowing boa project, Emily knew right away that she needed to be included for one reason only: she was desperate to feel a snake slithering inside her, stretching her little eight year old holes, making her cum. Emily knew she was a nymphomaniac, even though she hadn't heard the word yet.

It had only been a few weeks since she got her own baby snake, Suzy, and what a few weeks!! Suzy was squirming and restless and Emily barely found time to do anything other than cum, with her new friend constantly wriggling in and out of her. Then she had gotten up one morning, exhausted, in a puddle of her grool, and staggered to her parents room just in time to see her mother's head sticking out of the mouth of her own boa.

"Ohmygod, mom!! It's happening!" She cried out. Her mom locked eyes with her, an expressing of joy and lust on her face.

"Yes sweetheart, it's time. Always remember how much I love you, ok?" Her eyes rolled back and she bit her lip. Emily recognized that look. Mom was cumming hard as she was being swallowed.


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Holy shit brother (or sister?), this is like an entire fing book.

Just got to Carla and it's pretty good.

Might have overdone the accent a little, but I live her personality!

Big fan of the video watching thing, you got a beautifully fucked mind.

Looking forward to more.

>>27114
This was really good. Well done!

>>27108

This is really good, but you should know that squirting isn't peeing.

>>27118
moar plz? i relly liked this story i hope it wont end in a cliffhanger like this

>>29433
Even if this is someone just playing out a fantasy, none of us around here have the right to judge considering what we're into.

5(Sun)22:38:29
>>29434
> Agreed! Rude and unneccessary!

I second this!

>>29422
> My daddy has been writing me snuff stories...

If you don't mind me asking, do you mean your literal father, or just someone you refer to that way?

>>29488
I said "daddy" because I wondered if it was good idea to confirm that he's actually my dad, but at this point I don't think it matters.

Oh this is cute fun! I can see it being popular with Trick-or-Treaters too! If someone is stingy with the candy, they get dead bodies on their doorstep to have to clean up! XD

such a party sounds great

Sounds like a promising idea, but so far we just have an exposition dump, hoping for the actual story to come next.

Sounds like fun. Shame that they don't do anything with the bodies though.

That's a really cute idea!

I would love to read the story of what happened during the Little Angels sleepover in detail. :)

The idea of eager consensual suicides/homicides with erotic side effects sounds really wholesome and hot.