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    Final Girl - Season 2
    by John Doe
    (Final Cut)

    Before reading this story, it's highly recommended that you read Season 1 for more context and to avoid spoilers.

    Season 1 here: https://boards.guro.cx/lit/koko.php?res=28916&page=0#q28916


    Prologue.

    I stand on the bow of my luxury yacht as it docks at the marina of Jeff’s private island. The air is warm and heavy – a humid blanket that replaces the clean breeze of open ocean. Lush greenery and towering coconut trees swallow most of the island’s landscape, leaving only the faint outline of Jeff’s massive mansion visible in the distance.


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    Day 8 (continued)

    The bedroom door opens with a soft knock, and two makeup artists enter, their faces carefully neutral. They carry their kits with them, the same pristine white cases containing the tools needed to transform the condemned into something presentable for her final moments. The stylist walks in behind them, carrying an expensive black dress and shoes on high heels.

    Juliette's fingers tense against my wrist as she notices them, her body going rigid with fresh terror. The realization that her time with me is ending hits her like a physical blow. She presses her face into my shoulder, her breathing coming in short, panicked gasps.

    "You don't have to look at them," I tell her softly, pulling her closer. "Just close your eyes for me."

    I pull on the black slacks and dress shirt, my movements efficient and practiced as the makeup artists begin their work on Juliette. The first one kneels before her, gently wiping away the last traces of tears while the second brushes foundation across her pale skin. The stylist lays the black dress across the bed, her movements sharp and focused.

    Juliette keeps her eyes closed as I dress, her breathing steady now but her fingers still clutching my hand. She seems to be memorizing the feeling of my skin against hers, committing every detail to memory. The stylist approaches with the dress, holding it up to inspect the cut and the drape of the fabric.

    "Miss Moreau," she says, her voice crisp and businesslike.

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    Day 8 (continued)

    As Juliette approaches the table, four masked men appear from the crowd and approach her. Her body tenses as they grab her, pulling toward the table with mechanical precision. The cold metal bites into her skin as they lift her, her back arching instinctively. The platter wobbles slightly under her weight as they position her in the center. Her hands clench into fists at her sides.

    The room erupts into applause. Their approval pounds in my ears as Juliette's eyes find mine. She's breathing fast now, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat forms on her forehead, her toes curl against the polished metal of the platter.

    Metal clicks against metal as the restraints tighten around her wrists, cold steel biting into flesh. She jerks involuntarily, a small gasp escaping her lips. The men work quickly and efficiently, securing each limb to anchor points built into the platter's edges. Her body tenses as the last restraint snaps into place.


    One of the masked men steps forward with a silver carving knife, testing its edge with a practiced flourish. Sharp metal glides across delicate fabric as the first cut slices through the silk bodice of her gown. The sound of ripping material fills the room as the servers work with careful, methodical motions. Piece by piece, her clothing falls away until she lies completely exposed on the silver platter, the cold metal now pressing against every inch of her bare skin.

    The crowd leans forward, hungry eyes drinking in every detail of her vulnerability. Someone inhales sharply when they notice the goosebumps rising across her exposed flesh, the way her nipples have hardened from the chill. Others whisper among themselves, pointing at specific parts of her body they find most appetizing.


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    Day 8 (continued)

    The guests erupt in applause that feels like hail against my skin as I pull away from Juliette, whose face now holds raw hope. She understands what I’m saying – that I might find a way to make this easier on her. Even as her wrists remain bound, she leans slightly toward me, as if physical distance might break the fragile connection.

    Jeff stands, his wine glass raised high.

    "Our host's kindness knows no bounds!" he announces, his voice carrying across the room.

    The guests laugh at the irony, but I catch Juliette's slight smile – the first since she was brought down. She mouths "thank you" to me, so softly it's almost inaudible over the continued applause.

    The servers approach Juliette again and her breath catches as the sharp edge presses against her skin. They work methodically, their practiced hands pinching her nipple to position it before the first incision. Blood wells up immediately, a bright red bead forming before gravity pulls it down her sternum.

    She gasps through gritted teeth, her free hand clenching into a fist. Her gaze never leaves my face, as if searching for something that isn't there. The second cut is longer, releasing more blood as it peels the tissue away from her body. A drop falls onto her stomach, mingling with the sweat there.

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    Epilogue

    I leave the banquet hall as the guests descend on Juliette's body, their forks scraping against silver. My apartment is silent when I reach it. I pour whiskey, but don't drink. Instead, I open my laptop.

    Subject: Season 3 - Initial Thoughts

    My fingers hover over the keyboard. Behind my eyes, I see eight faces I don't know yet. Eight girls who are living their lives right now, unaware that in twelve months they'll be here. Unaware of me.

    I close the laptop without typing a word.

    The whiskey stays untouched. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, and try not to think about whether one of them will have blonde hair and blue eyes. Whether I'll fall in love again.

    Whether it will hurt less the next time, or more.

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    Fantastic story series, strong premise and well written. Season 3 will find it hard to top this one.

    Maybe some of the gear can be changed up to cater for other tastes as well as a bit more dominance from John when he's pissed off at a girl.
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    (This is a sequel to “Megan and Melody’s Beach Banquet” which can be read here: https://pastebin.com/JkDBM9fW )

    Fourteen year old Melody was laying on her bed. She had not paid much attention when she heard the phone ringing a few minutes earlier, she was far more interested in the latest brochure from a girl-meat catering company she had received through the post that morning. Her little sister Megan who had not long turned twelve was, as she always seemed to be, in Melody’s room using her computer. The older girl had often complained that Megan had her own computer in her own room and should use that instead but her sister had insisted that Melody’s was better as it was far newer and, after all, her room was more than big enough for the two of them to hang out in, unlike Megan’s much smaller bedroom. This afternoon was no exception.

    Life had been rather strange for the sister over the last six months or so. Both obsessed with the idea of cannibalism or, more specifically, being cooked and eaten, they had arranged a family party at their Uncle Frank’s beach house where they, along with three other girls of Frank’s acquaintance, were to be served to the guests in a great cannibal feast – a beach banquet! The night before the party, however, emergency laws had been passed in response to the scandal involving the death of Sidney Roebuck and the subsequent founding of the chain of cannibal restaurants named after her. These emergency laws has suspended the right to kill girls for their meat, although allowed for private individuals already in possession of girl-meat to eat it up rather than allow it to go to waste. Knowing that they had a small window of opportunity, Uncle Frank has suggested killing and butchering the girls that night, ready to cook the next say, and claiming that they had been slaughtered earlier in the day. With their hearts set on live cooking – Megan on a rotisserie spit and Melody allowing diners to cut raw meat from her living body to cook on a grill, the sisters had declined this suggestion. The other girls purchased by their uncle to cook alongside them, however, had accepted with quite a degree of keenness and had been butchered in the bathroom of the beach house a very short time later.

    The party had still gone ahead, with Melody and Megan as hostesses rather than main course, dressed in nothing but grass-skirts and flower garlands, and had gone very well with everyone commenting on the delicious taste of the meat and remarking what a pity it was about the recent scandal and the issues it was creating for the massive girl-meat industry. The cat was out of the bag, however, as the sisters’ parents now knew that their greatest life-goal was to end up on the menu themselves. Eventually, after three or four months, the scandal had been revealed as a hoax and the ban on cannibalism lifted. At this point, it just seemed to be assumed that the girls would get their wish very soon. Yet the weeks had turned into months and it had not happened. Megan had even celebrated a birthday in the mean time, kicking herself that it did not occur to her until the evening when the party was over that she should have asked to be roasted for her friends. Nobody had really discussed the matter but there seemed to be a general assumption in the family that such a special, necessarily one-off meal should be kept for a special occasion.

    “Knock, knock!” their mother said, pushing the door open the way she always did. Melody looked up from the brochure – there was a time when she kept such things a secret in a box under her bed but doing so felt unnecessary and a little silly these days. Megan paused her game and swung the chair around. Both wondered what their mum wanted. “I just got off the phone with your Uncle Frank,” she told them, causing both girls to immediately brighten and pay closer attention, “and he has a favour to ask you but he wanted to run it by me and your dad first in case we had any objection.”

    “What is it?” Melody asked, daring to hope but wanting it confirmed.

    “Go ahead and Skype him.” their mum suggested. “Let him ask for himself! Your dad and I have given the go-ahead so feel free to agree if you want to. Of course,” she smiled, “there’s absolutely no obligation on you if you don’t want to help him out but I suspect you might be quite willing!” With that, she gave a little wave and left the girls alone once more, closing the door behind her.

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    really great story
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    Megan and Melody’s Beach Banquet is no longer available at that link. Got another one?
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    Here you go. :)
    https://archiveofourown.org/works/28157838
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    a really great story;

    and the part one "Megan and Melody's Beach Banquet" is also really great
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    Not sure who bumped this or why but glad you enjoyed it! The version posted on Pixiv had the adjacent story that takes place in the restaurant kitchen edited in at the relevant places if you want some more meat-girls to enjoy 😁
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    Up the Cunt (scat, guro, loli, incest, bad parenting, trans character)

    1. I am a fairly new erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

    2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

    3. If you enjoyed this story, let me know. That's the only way I know to write more!

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    Alex grunted with pleasure as Sheldon's cock throbbed in their ass.

    The 16 year old rubbed their nipples and caged cock vigorously as their 19 year old boyfriend's thick length stirred their prostate. The teenager moaned softly, precum leaking from the small slit in the cage.

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    Bethany dragged herself into school, her backpack feeling like a lead weight on her shoulders.

    The morning had been a nightmare. The relentless cramping, the feverish chills, the horrifying evacuation of her bowels. It felt like she was shattering apart from the inside.

    Clara hadn't even come with her, leaving shortly after breakfast to go home, feeling too sick for school.

    Something was seriously wrong with her.

    She felt a fresh wave of nausea, clamping a hand over her mouth as she leaned against the row of metal lockers. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the dizzy spell to pass.

    "Hey, you alright?"

    Bethany looked up. It was Maya, Alex's rainbow-haired friend. The last person on earth Bethany wanted to see right now.

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    "Where the hell have you been?" Peter demanded from the dining table the moment Bethany burst through the front door. "And what are you wearing?"

    Bethany didn't answer. She just stood there, sobbing, her clothes clutched in her arms, her face a mess of tears and snot.

    Alex sat at the table, dressed in a tight red dress and high heels. They looked at Bethany, a faint smile playing on their lips.

    Peter's expression softened slightly as he saw his younger daughter's distress.

    "What's wrong?" he asked cautiously.

    "Nothing," Bethany choked out. "J-just let me go to bed."

    Peter sighed.

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    Alex rose early the next morning, humming softly to themself. They selected a simple pair of jeans and a tight black sweater, pulling their hair back into a neat ponytail. As they opened the bathroom door, they found Bethany still on the floor.

    Bethany was a wreck. Her hair was matted with sweat, her face was pale and blotchy. Her arms were wrapped around her belly, which looked swollen for her slender frame.

    Alex sighed quietly. Fuck. There it was. That feeling. Guilt. They didn't like it one bit.

    "Oh dear," Alex murmured.

    Bethany's eyes fluttered open at the sound of their voice.

    "You look like you've had a rough night," they said.

    Bethany didn't answer, just stared at them with a look of exhausted misery.

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    Nice story. Not the stuff usually found at this board and therefore refreshing.
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    Really intense story! Nice job!

    I'd have liked it even more if it was more erotic and maybe consensual. Can you imagine people doing this consensually for pleasure? Maybe the woman wants her partner to destroy her own womb. Maybe her partner has always fantasized about this and the woman reluctantly agrees and then gets off on the self-destruction. Maybe a trans guy has a girlfriend do this to him to seal that his cunt his useless. It's so much more wrong in different ways.
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    ==M/F, DubCon, implied cannibalism, decapitation==

    Dinner had been lovely.

    Well. After he had opened the door, and she had told him to get out, one hard slap across the face had set her right, laid her out across the floor.

    She had blushed as she struggled up to her hands and knees, he could see and smell her cunt opening up, dripping with excitement, heard the drip-drip-drip of her big wobbly tits dripping milk on the floor.

    "Oh... Of course, Master..." she had apologized, and had crawled over to unseal his pants, then swallowed ten inches of cock in a single bob of her head.

    He had listened to her sing as he sat in the little living room, happily busy in the kitchen. The meal smelled absolutely delicious, tasted absolutely delicious as she knelt under the table and swallowed another two loads of her own liquid dinner.

    He had her lay back on the table, legs high in the air, and she wrapped her silk-sheathed legs around his head as he ate dessert. The squeals and moans she made were just as exquisite as the taste of her cunt.

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    I wanted to revive an old thread of a similar theme from the old GC.

    Anything goes as long as it involves young shotas getting killed and potentially fucked by females, or the other way around if you prefer.

    Feel free to contribute.

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    Five little boys crowded around Momo, visibly excided for their chance to have sex with the foxy redhead. All of them were naked, slightly plump with baby fat, and sprouting big healthy erections at the sight of their impromptu lover.

    Crooking a finger at the nearest kid, Momo spread her legs and exposed her dripping sex to the room full of schoolboys. The student she’d selected – a peppy youngster with shaggy brown hair and an impressively thick cock – stumbled forward, breaths coming heavy and fast as he eagerly lined himself up with the redhead’s increasingly slick cunt.

    A girlish moan escaped the boy’s lips as he thrust his hips forward, pressing his full length into the woman in one shaky motion. Momo’s sex squelched and clenched as the child’s throbbing shaft penetrated it, forcing another breathless sound of pleasure from the little boy.

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    Sleeping Tight

    Marlene watched impassively as the young boy slept, carefully unsheathing her sword.

    The target had fallen asleep to his gacha game, its tinny jingles looping as barely dressed girls beckoned towards him. In his slumber, his growing pubescent body had started pumping blood into his penis, tenting his pajama bottoms.

    Restlessly he turned over onto his side, exposing his slim neck to the elements. She gracefully padded over to the side of the bed, gently pulled the bed cover off the sleeping youngster and placed the sword edge against his throat.

    Perhaps the coldness of the steel woke him. He stirred and opened his eyes. Before he had a chance to fully process the scene, Marlene thrust the sword down, neatly separating the boy's groggy head from his shoulders.

    The body reflexively contracted, hands balling into fists. The head rolled away, falling off the bed onto the hardwood floor with a thud. Steaming red blood squirted from the severed arteries, similarly the esophagus with the pale brown vomit of the boy's final meal, a cream of mushroom soup.

    She picked the head up off the floor, turning it over to stare into his face. His eyes were wide open, pupils contracting as his brain asphyxiated, lips stained red. She kissed his forehead and dropped it into the duffel bag containing the heads of the boy's mother and father.

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    Cartel Warning

    The room is spartan, well lit by white LED lamps surrounding a plain steel frame bed.
    Multiple cameras surround the bed, all aimed at its occupant.

    The boy stared at Tatiana, silent. His body is restrained, arms and legs spread apart with many loops of duct tape. The Russian smiled, looking on as his chest rose and fell, rose and fell.

    Gently, Tatiana pried a strip of duct tape off of the roll and flattened it against his lips. His eyes followed her hands.
    She repeats this action again. Unfiltered screaming was simply too unpleasant upon the ears.

    "You're quite calm, kid". Tatiana says, rummaging through her toolbag.
    "Parents must've raised you well".


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    Love it
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    >>27366

    That's obviously not me. Aside from it being AI garbage, I don't do shota stuff
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    Another thread that could use reviving
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    <Merry X-Mas! Hope you like boymeat!>
    Hi, I’m Aaron! I’m 15 years old, I'm gay but I'm still a virgin. I only have a Mom, I don’t have a Dad. I few weeks ago my Mom found out I was gay. I was literally masturbating and my Mom walked in found myself just yanking it to my tablet. She demanded to see what I was masturbating to and it was just gay stories. She was almost relived, which surprised me. She said “at least it’s gay stories, I always knew there was a reason I would point out hot guys to you”. I nervously laughed, I couldn’t masturbate after she left. That was a few weeks ago and Thanksgiving is coming up and my Mom told me I’m getting a big surprise at Thanksgiving.
    It was Thanksgiving morning and I was messing around upstairs with a game and I hear my Mom knock on my door.
    “Come on down, Aaron. I have a big Thanksgiving surprise for you!”
    I walked down the stairs and lo and behold. Before me was a naked 5ft 9 boy with an erect 7in. cock glistening with a big glob of pre-cum on it’s glorious mushroom head. His muscles weren’t over the top but nicely toned, like a real life fantasy. He was completely hairless and just smiling.
    “I knew you would like him” my Mom said. “He’s also 15, horny and he’s our Thanksgiving longpig”
    The young, naked boy replied “Just call me, Piggy!” and slaps his bottom
    He smelt of herbs and citrus with hint of pineapple coming from his crotch. His ass was full and mouth watering, I wanted to eat his ass so bad.
    “Go upstairs and play with our lil Piggy”, said my Mom while grinned.
    We ran upstairs and within seconds of the door being closed I was naked. We embraced and he put his tongue in my mouth and we started making out naked. I told him I wanted to suck his dick and he smiled so I put my mouth on his big, juicy cock. My first taste of cock was one I would never forget. It tasted so good, his skin tasted like rosemary, thyme and parsley with strong hints of pineapple wafting up from his balls. While sucking his dick I imagined what it would taste it cooked, I don’t know why. I guess it’s the fact he smells like roast about to cooked.
    Then he came and it was so divine, his cum was sweet, fruity with a salty taste that just made it more intense. He came so much, I swallowed several times making sure to get every drop. He then got up and turned around, he then said “I want to spit me with your cock”. He was grining and I leap forward. I put my penis in his ass and went to town. I imagined him roasting after his spit comment. He looks like a pig with none of his body hair.
    While we were recovering from our orgasms he said he wanted to go downstairs to see my Mom and he should come with. So we go downstairs, still naked and my Mom is beaming.
    “Was he good? I am sampled him before” she said with a sly smile. “Here’s the another big surprise, notice how he smells like seasoned pork roast before you put it in the oven? He’s our dinner!”

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    Oops, I kinda messed with the holidays and just caught it.
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    A fun story! Will you be writing more?
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    "Hey, Amy, can I have your head?"

    "What for?"

    "I'm hard right now and I think it'd be fun to fuck it."

    She pulls her pants down, "Why not one of these?" she asks, presenting her holes.

    "Those are so boring. I want a head."

    "Well... okay, fine, but you have to cut off my pussy and breasts first."

    "What? But what am I going to do with those?"

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    I like those ultracasual stories. This one made a good quick read.

    What I missed, was some kind of short explaining who they were to each other: a couple, siblings or maybe just friends or classmates. That would add some depth to the action.

    But that's just me nitpicking. I loved the story. It was short, on point and satisfying.
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    I thought about it but decided it was more fun to leave it open ended. Super short stories are fun because you can build your own context around them, so these two can have any relationship you want - from lovers to two people meeting on the street
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    The only time a woman being a hassle doesn't result in a complete waste of time.
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    lovely <3
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    Lila was a stunning 22-year-old intern at the high-powered corporate firm, with long auburn hair, piercing green eyes, and a figure that turned heads in her fitted blouses and pencil skirts. She was fetching coffee one morning when she tripped, spilling the scalding liquid all over her boss's expensive suit. The boss, a burly executive named Mr. Vance, jumped up in fury, his face reddening as the coffee soaked through. "You clumsy bitch! You're fired! Get the hell out of my office!"

    Devastated, Lila gathered her things and, following protocol, headed straight to Human Resources to report the incident and appeal the decision. She entered the HR office, where a young man in his mid-twenties, named Derek, sat behind the desk. He was slim, with a smug grin and an air of authority that belied his junior position. After hearing her out, Derek consulted the company handbook and sighed dramatically. "Company policy states that for gross negligence leading to dismissal, the employee must undergo immediate termination procedures, which include preparation for execution. Strip naked now, or we'll add insubordination."

    Lila's eyes widened in shock, but she knew the firm's draconian rules were ironclad—no exceptions. Trembling, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it fall, revealing her lacy bra. She slipped out of her skirt, then her underwear, standing completely nude in the cold office air. Her skin prickled with humiliation as Derek eyed her body hungrily, his gaze lingering on her full breasts and shaved pussy. "Hands behind your back," he ordered, pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his drawer. He secured her wrists tightly, the metal biting into her skin, making her wince.

    "Now, get on your knees and suck my cock, slut. It's part of the protocol—consider it your final performance review."

    Lila dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face, as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his hardening dick. She took him into her mouth, gagging slightly as he thrust forward, grabbing her hair and forcing her to take him deeper.

    "That's it, you worthless whore, make it good," he groaned, his hips bucking as she worked him with her mouth. After a few minutes, he was rock-hard, pulsing with excitement.

    Pulling out with a satisfied smirk, Derek yanked her to her feet by the arm. "Time for the main event." He led her outside to the company's private courtyard, where a gallows stood ominously—a relic from the firm's bizarre history of enforcing discipline. The noose dangled from the beam, swaying gently in the breeze. Lila's heart pounded as he positioned her under it, looping the rope around her neck and tightening it just enough to restrict her breathing.

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    I like this cold corporate setting, good job. And my short-ass attention span loved its length. I imagine Lila being replaced and nobody ever remembering her :)
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    Thank you! Have a slightly longer one, this one school themed.

    Teen, snuff, blowjob, anal, semicon, electrocution , execution


    The silence in the science lab was thick enough to choke on. Mrs. Davison’s eyes, magnified by her glasses, were fixed on Jessica. Jessica’s ample chest rose and fell rapidly under her tight-fitting blouse, the paper hidden in her cleavage feeling less like a clever trick and more like a death sentence.

    “Jessica,” Mrs. Davison said, her voice dangerously quiet. “Principal Miller’s office. Now.”

    The walk down the hallway was a death march. Each step echoed the frantic pounding of her heart. Principal Miller’s door was a dark, imposing slab of wood. She didn’t bother knocking; she just pushed it open and stepped inside.

    He was waiting. Principal Miller was a large, broad-shouldered man who filled his leather chair like it was a throne. He didn't look up from the file on his desk, simply gesturing to the single, hard chair in front of it. Jessica sat, her hands twisting in her lap.


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    its pretty good.

    out of curioity, is the eno IN detention or in charge of detention?
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    O Inferno: O Paraíso dos Condenados
    Parte 1
    por J. Speller
    Na estrada de terra, um corpo se arrasta com uma das pernas quebradas, uma tentava de suicídio mal sucedida.

    "Eu deveria ter alcançado, alcançado a morte. Viver morto não me é suportável, as árvores gemem e os músculos se remexem, em um ritmo que se desacelera. O amanhã, o amanhã me espera.", fala em voz alta consigo mesmo Qi Yuan, em seguida, dá de cara com a trilha de pedregulho e de cascalho.

    Um carro eletrônico às 2am passa, o motorista, uma mulher de 26 anos desempregada, tentando trampar como Uber para conseguir uma renda, ainda assim, não lhe serve e tem que trabalhar em até três plataformas distintas, para conseguir cobrir as despesas de casa e cuidar de seu pai cadeirante e sua mãe cega e surda de um ouvido.

    A motorista, Liz Zhaon, se depara com um estalido alguns segundos depois de percorrer quilômetros de cascalho e de pedras pequenas. A passageira, Zuan Qu-Qu, acorda em desespero que se liquida em segundos, como uma gota d'água sobre uma frigideira superaquecida.

    "Hum?", a voz rouca de quem acabara de acordar de um sono noturno e matutino tenta encontrar uma resposta. Zuan Qu-Qu observa por um instante o reflexo de si mesma no vidro centralizado, acima dos botões do menu do carro da motorista Liz Zhaon.


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    Tags: Ultracasual, humiliation, impregnation, cannibalism, beheading, dismemberment, minors involved

    PART 1: "UNEMPLOYED"

    Kate and Shirley walked along the sidewalk. Kate was a well-groomed, middle-aged woman with attractive curves and a large bust. She wore a short skirt and a semi-transparent shirt through which her nipples were visible. Shirley, her daughter, was much more modest. Slim, with small breasts, she wore jeans and a T-shirt.

    They stopped at a pedestrian crossing, waiting for the light to turn green. A young, naked woman stood next to them. She smiled at Kate, which caught the woman's attention. She had the Goro-Cola logo tattooed on her stomach and breasts. She was one of the living advertisements.

    When the light turned green, the living advertisement entered the crossing, and an immediate bang was heard. The truck driver decided it would be funny to run her over and rolled his vehicle at full speed over the girl's unfortunate body. He disappeared around the corner, leaving the battered woman on the street. Kate counted at least five open fractures.

    She and her daughter set off with the rest of the pedestrians, leaving the dying girl behind, begging for help. Their destination was not far away. After five minutes, they arrived at the butcher's shop window. The display displayed delicious-looking arms, legs, and heads of girls. Kate walked confidently inside.

    "Good morning," the charming saleswoman greeted them. "What can I get you?"

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    Certainly interesting, especially enjoy the casual disposal of the baby which makes me wonder how many babies in that story world gets thrown away like that.

    However, like with your last story I don't really enjoy male mutilation, which surprise surprise include male snuff but overall it was a good story.
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    Thank you all for reading. Im glad you liked it.

    >>28903
    You know, that makes an interesting question. How DO demographics work in an ultracasual sunff world? Is there a surplus of girls for some reason? Or maybe it only happens localy? I choose the easiest solution and completely ignore it for sake of good fun but hey, it's something to think about :)

    And yes, I actually tried toning male violence down thanks to your suggestion. This one was needed to progress the story and would feel off if I made it less gory. I stopped sexualizing it however :) It will still happen in my future stories, if the plot needs it and I hope it's ok enough for you to overlook it.
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    >>28959
    Yeah, I think ignoring everything regarding why the snuff world works as it does is the best idea.

    Also, me complaining about the male snuff is me just being selfish, I can easily ignore it so long as your writing continues to be good.
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    Great story! Loved it. ❤️

    >>28959

    Just speaking for myself here, the male snuff scene was startling because there was no indication that it was possible. All the other gore and casual mistreatment up to that point had been focused on women / girls, so I had assumed that men were never killed so casually in your world.

    My advice would be to continue writing exactly the kind of story you like to write, but I think it would be polite to put something in the tags at the start to clue readers in to whether to expect the victims to be male, female, or both.
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    >>28965
    You know, that's actually a good point, I'll try doing that from now on.

    Also, thanks for reading. Glad you liked it.
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    i'm new at this and hope people like it

    Chapter 1: Sleepover

    Alex was spending the night the Saturday before Thanksgiving with my boyfriend Kyle some very special photos. We were friends since we were little and used to touch each other since we were eight. Overtime this developed into sucking each others dicks and fucking. Alex love his cock and the taste of his cum more than anything. We both love reading cannibal stories about little boys like us being eaten. Both of us get off thinking and talking about eating other boys, we had so many great cums reading stories on zambianmeat, asstr.org and the wendigo forums.

    “So what about those photos” Alex asked him
    “Alex want to get you nice and horny first” he said while leaning in for a kiss.

    We started to make out passionetly for a few moments and then we started to strip. Soon my boyfriend 6 inch cock was out and hard with the tip oozing with pre cum. It looked so delicious! He pulled up some photos on his computer and had a wicked smile on his face. The first few was of him with a other guy tieing each up and rubbing herbs on him. The next couple ones was of him on a spit with a tied up cock. The boy looked to be about our age 13 and he had a rock hard large cock that was in a tight cock ring. He then moved down and started sucking Alex off.

    “Click on the next photos” he said.


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    Interesting start! 😁 From a technical perspective, watch your tenses (past/present) and decide whether you're writing in first person or third person. But I really like the start of this story!
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    I liked this intro. It made me chuckle how quickly it went downhill from "we have this type of fantasy" to "we're going to cook my family for thanksgiving" :)

    As mentioned above, try sticking with writing in only first person or third person perspective. Switching between them mid-paragraph made it very confusing.

    Keep writing, I'd love to read about the thanksgiving and how unphased the characters gonna be :)
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    'Os Laços de Carne de Yoshiru Lao Zhin'

    Chapter 1: "Latas de Carne - Parte 1"

    tags: slow-burn, canibalismo, autofagia, necrofilia, sadomasoquismo, abuso, niilismo, jovem-adulto.
    por Big Papa


    Na rua silenciosa os passos de um surrado sapato ecoa durante a madrugada, os pés de Luchure, um entregador de mefedrona, gemem de dor clamando por uma pausa,a qual não se pode conceder. O calcanhar de Luchure sente os ossos da perna, sobreponde-se e o tecido externo estica a fim de suportá-los sem exatidão. O joelho de Luchure remexe de dentro para fora, um tropeço e o rosto frio esquenta com arranhões na região da bochecha. As mãos tremem mais do que antes e quando em fim se levanta a lata de sopa pula do bolso lateral da mochila. O alumínio colide contra a calçada de cimento batido, um amassar a leva a abrir instantaneamente, algo maior que um pedaço pequeno de carne não afunda na superfície densa do molho.

    Os olhos irritados com a sujeira que os assedeia de modo paulatino, circundando o glóbulo com força provoca um acidente: o dedo indicador esquerdo de Luchure não consegue remover a sujeira e torna a área ocular ainda mais suja, comprometendo a visão direita e a agonia sem precedente.

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    Stealing and continuing the idea from https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/22345.html

    Burning Woman, like a gurochan version of Burning Man, just with fewer hipsters and more snuff.

    Actual stories below.
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    Great as always.

    Also, the girls can always eat one of the many dead bodies if they're hungry.
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    Adventure!
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    >>28211
    I am sick to death of all the bullshit life has been throwing at me. It's taken ages to get on with this.


    PART 4-2

    "Okay, we have an issue now." Anal Only Slut said, sipping from her water bottle as they sat next to a drinking water station. "I need to pee, and I can't go."

    "What?" Billie asked, sipping from her own bottle, now only slightly contaminated with floating globs of cum. "This is Burning Woman, no need to be shy about it. I'll even drink it right from the source if you don't want anyone to see."

    "I'm not shy about it, I just can't go." Anal Only repeated, tapping the metal plate sealed to her crotch with a fingernail. "I think it got blocked off under here last night."

    "Oh, shit." Billie replied. "Better find a welfare tent, and hope they're not too busy sealing off stumps."

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    >>28859
    Also, none of this is AI-generated. That's why it takes so long; this kind of mediocrity has to be CRAFTED.
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    Thanks for the great update to the story! It's perfectly understandable for quality writing like yours to take a while.
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    The leash jerked sharply, yanking Alice’s head back as Daddy’s hips snapped forward, filling her completely. A strangled moan—half-girl, half-puppy—tore from her throat, her small fingers digging into the plush cushion beneath her. She could feel every ridge of him, the way her body stretched to accommodate him, how her insides fluttered helplessly around his cock.

    "Good girl," Daddy murmured, his voice thick with approval. The praise sent a shiver through her, her tail twitching eagerly.

    Alice whimpered, her tongue lolling lazily as she panted. "W-want to be good, Daddy," she slurred, her voice syrupy with submission. The heat between her legs was overwhelming—she was so *full*, so *owned*, and it made her head spin.

    Suddenly, his grip tightened in her hair, pulling just shy of painful. She gasped, arching her back deeper, presenting herself like the well-trained pup she was. His chuckle was dark, amused. "You take me so well, baby. Such a tight little hole." His free hand trailed down her spine, fingers dipping into the sweat-slick hollow of her lower back before giving her ass a sharp smack.

    Alice yelped—a high, startled noise—but her cunt clenched instinctively around him, greedy. "D-Daddy!" she whined, hips grinding back against him. The tail plug shifted inside her, a teasing reminder of how thoroughly she belonged to him.

    He groaned, his thrusts turning rougher, less controlled. "Fuck, you’re *made* for this, aren’t you?" His breath was hot against her ear. "Born to be my little bitch."

    She couldn’t even form words anymore—just breathy little barks and mewls, her thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. The world narrowed to the slap of skin, the creak of the doghouse beneath them, the way his cock dragged against her walls with every punishing thrust.

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    First off, this story isn’t really mine, though I did guide its creation. Full disclosure it is AI generated based on my story prompt and guidance.

    NO I WILL NOT BE DOING THIS on a regular basis. I was just playing around and seeing what it could do and this one came out ok so I thought some of you might like it.

    I welcome your comments pro or anti.

    Again this was just for experimental purposes.
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    >>28752
    Yeah, no, we have /ai/ for the slop.
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    (Casual, Consensual, Dismemberment, Cannibalism, Peeing)

    PART 1

    Jane, Mei, and Britney stood at the edge of the road. The three friends were spending their last summer together. They had just graduated from high school and were celebrating the start of adulthood with a hitchhiking trip together.

    Britney was the main leader of the group. The athletic blonde was dressed in a white top and short skirt. Mei, always logical, was a slim Asian girl with short hair and large, round glasses. She wore a T-shirt and black leggings that showed off her shapely butt. Jane, on the other hand, always smiling, was a slightly chubby black girl with large breasts. She wore a cream-colored summer dress, and her hair was styled in an Afro.

    All three stood in the middle of a sun-baked clearing by the main road, holding a cardboard box with their desired destination – San Diego.

    "We've been here for fifteen minutes and nothing," Britney grumbled.

    "Easy, sis, someone'll pick us up soon," Jane reassured her. "Nobody can resist three chicks like us!"

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    Yup, that was good fun indeed! I don't might a cut off dick either, as that only adds to the casualness of it all.
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    I'm glad you dig it, y'all, and thanks for the feedback. I'll keep it in mind in my next stories.

    >>28835
    Wow! This is impressive! I love it so much! What software did you use for that?
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    >>28841
    i am glad you like it.
    i use Daz studio. quite an useful tool.
    i did one more render from another angle if you would like to see.
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    >>28842
    Now you got me interested, I wanna see it.
    I've never played with Daz, I was always a Blender guy. Can't say I have any experience. It's a nightmare for beginers :)
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    >>28843
    to not clutter the thread here with pictures, maybe if i send it to you by email. or you can hit me on my email in my avatar name here ond gurochan so i can reply to you X)
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