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    (MM, werewolf, rape mention, consensual, hard vore, neck snap)

    Rowan rode his moped down the smooth dirt rode on what was thankfully his last delivery for the day. The sun had already set leaving only his headlight to illuminate the path ahead. Most other drivers would be off the clock by now. Safe in the walls of their homes. But fortunately and unfortunately for Rowan he was the only delivery driver who dared to come to this area. Houses and people were scarce, while the forest and all the dangers it hid was abundant. There were many tales of monsters that hid in the night, ready to feast on human flesh. Everyone of them was true.

    While the government and its militia were doing all they could to hunt down these monsters the attacks persisted. Mangled remains, both man and woman, chewed on by something far larger than any wolf in the area were found almost every week. Not only that but it was clear from further analysis of the bodies that they had been raped before being killed and devoured. What’s more it was clear from the pattern that whatever was doing this was getting bolder. Coming closer and closer to the bustling city that believed it was safe from the things that hid in the night.

    Rowan could find himself in the jaws of this creature every day. Yet he continued making these deliveries in spite of the danger. His coworkers thought he was either the bravest man in the world or the craziest. They were right. He was crazy. Because deep down Rowan's greatest fantasy was being impaled on a werewolf cock before being devoured piece by piece. That is what kept him going. Through the long shifts with shitty pay. Through the annoying coworkers and arguably worse customers. The hope that he too could fall victim to the creature in these woods filled him with excitement.

    He pushed those fantasies down as he finally approached the cabin. He couldn’t go getting too excited, not in front of the customers at least. He shook the remaining thoughts of teeth and claws away as he dismounted his moped and walked up the steps of the porch, box in hand. He hadn’t even rung the doorbell when in the blink of an eye the door opened and he was yanked inside by a large furry hand. His brain was still struggling to catch up when he felt himself slammed against the door. Vaguely he heard the sound of the lock clicking but he was too focused on getting his breath back.

    There was a man now towering over him. No, not a man. A beast. It was hunched over but had to be ten feet tall at least. Covered in coarse, dark fur. Rowan could feel its nose on his neck as it hungrily took in his scent. It seemed to grin and Rowan caught sight of its teeth. Large, sharp things that seemed like they could crush bone. The smell of blood was heavy on the monster's breath. Rowan moved his face away from the stench as much as he could, but he didn’t have much freedom of movement anymore. His feet were dangling off of the floor while the werewolf held him by his shoulders. Its claws dug harshly into his chest and he was certain it already broke skin.

    Rowan found his eyes drawn along the muscular body of his captor before landing on its monstrous cock. Already dripping with its seed. His heartbeat quickened but not from fear. “Are you going to kill me?” As soon as the question left his mouth Rowan realized how dumb it was. Of course he already knew the answer. Even the werewolf looked bemused. Perhaps expecting screaming, or fainting, or maybe even for Rowan to beg for his life. After a long silence the werewolf finally spoke, “...Yes”, it grinned again, showing off its terrifying teeth, “I’m going to tear you limb from limb and devour you whole. But first..” the werewolf leaned forward again, “I am going to have my way with you. Destroy you body and mind until you’re begging for death”

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    That was fun! Love the werewolf's final thoughts! Who knows? Perhaps he should look up the online fetish community? Might be shocked by how much acceptance he finds there :D
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    Final Girl - Season 2
    by John Doe

    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/res/28312.html#28312

    Prologue.

    I stand on the bow of my luxury yacht as it starts docking at the marina of Jeff’s private island. The air is warm and heavy, a humid blanket after the clean breeze of the 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.

    My year‑long vacation is over – twelve months of exotic locations, overpriced pleasures, and constant surveillance. I almost never saw the people watching me, but I always felt them there. It’s hard to relax when the world itself becomes your prison. Ironically, this island is the only place where my every step isn’t monitored. Jeff considers it his fortress, and as long as I’m here, he knows I’m no threat to him.


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    Day 3

    The following morning, I find myself back in the corridor leading to the dungeon. I hesitate outside the door and take a slow breath, knowing what awaits inside. For a moment, I wish – pointlessly – for a way out that isn’t there.

    The girls flinch as the heavy door slides open. Aria's hand clenches at her side, while Harper presses herself deeper into the corner. The others watch warily as I step inside, my boots shuffling against the soft surface of the floor.

    "Welcome back to another beautiful morning in Hell," I say, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.

    Aria's eyes narrow at the attempt at humor, while Mia flinches slightly, fingers tightening around the sleeping mat at her side. I immediately regret the words, wishing I could take them back.

    Aria steps forward, her movements measured and controlled despite the strain in her jaw.

    "No more waiting. Let's just get it over with."

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    Day 3 (continued)

    Harper suddenly whirls around, her face streaked with tears and snot.

    "You promised," she accuses, her voice raw and ragged. "You said you'd take away the pain. That was worse than... than anything else in this fucking place."

    The other girls have turned away from the tank, unable to look at what’s left of Isla drifting in the bloody water. The piranhas have finished their work, their forms reduced to red shapes darting in the dark liquid.

    The tears I refuse to shed pool in my chest like molten lead, pressing against my ribs with every breath. Harper's accusation hangs in the air, but I can't look away from Isla's remains – her head floating limply, hair splayed out like blood-tinted weeds in the churning water.

    "John, please," Harper whispers, her voice cracking. "Just... say something. Anything."

    "This was not supposed to happen."

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    Day 4

    I wake up gasping, the sheets twisted around me like restraints and damp with sweat. The clock shows 04:17.

    I sit up, rubbing my face. My hand drifts toward the half-full whiskey bottle on the nightstand, but I pull back before touching it. Instead, I force myself to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and watch a stranger stare back from the mirror – hollow eyes, raw edges, a man fraying from the inside.

    I shut off the bathroom light and step into the narrow hallway. The silence is absolute, the kind that makes my pulse sound too loud in my ears. The air is cold, recycled, metallic – the engineered stillness of the complex pressing in from all sides.

    By the time I reach the observation room, the monitors are already humming in the dark, cameras showing live feed from the dungeon. The girls are still asleep. Their slow breathing fills the audio feed like a tide. Thermal imaging paints them in soft blues. Only Aria flares with restless warmth.

    Harper sleeps curled tightly against the far wall, her hair hiding most of her face. Even unconscious, her posture is coiled defensiveness. Lian is draped across two bunks with a kind of quiet discipline, her body arranged as though she’s pretending to sleep somewhere normal. Mia twitches through shallow breaths, small sounds escaping her now and then. Aria keeps shifting, folding in on herself, gripping her own arms like she’s cold. And Juliette… Juliette barely moves at all. She lies rigid, as if still trying to inhabit some dream where none of this is real.

    By 06:00 they begin to surface from sleep. Lian stretches first, long and deliberate. Aria rubs at her eyes, irritated even before she’s fully conscious. Mia rolls onto her back, arms stretching above her like a child trying to greet sunlight that isn’t there. Harper stays curled up but her breathing quickens, betraying wakefulness. Juliette rises last, slow and stiff, her hair falling forward as she hugs her own arms.

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    Day 4 (continued)

    The door hisses shut behind us as we enter the machine room, sealing off the muffled sounds of the others. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting cold blue light across the sterile floor. Up close, the machines seem even more monstrous.

    Mia walks beside us without prompting. Her steps are small, careful. Her breathing is steady, but her fingers tremble where they’re clasped together in front of her stomach. Aria stays close but not touching – close enough to be a presence, not enough to be a comfort. Her arms hang loose at her sides, but her posture is rigid, spine held unnaturally straight.

    I direct Mia toward a metal deck near the roaster. She hesitates only for a heartbeat before lowering herself onto it. The steel is cold against her bare skin. She doesn’t gasp, but her breath catches in the back of her throat.

    I fasten the wrist restraints first. The metal rings snap shut with dull, mechanical finality. Her hands twitch involuntarily. Mia presses the back of her head against the deck and fixes her eyes on the ceiling as I move to her ankles. By the time the last restraint locks in place, her limbs are stretched open, held by cold iron.

    Aria stands three steps away, arms now crossed tightly over her chest. She watches everything with a blank expression that almost looks like calm until I notice how her fingers dig into her own arms. Her eyes track each restraint I lock, but she doesn’t speak, doesn’t move.

    I push the button and the massive oven beside Mia rumbles awake. A deep mechanical hum rolls through the room as heating elements start to glow behind insulated panels. The oven vents release a faint metallic smell as the elements begin to heat. The temperature gauge climbs slowly, each tick another nail in this coffin of stainless steel.

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    Day 5

    When the alarm sounds at 5 AM, it feels like I’ve just closed my eyes. My mouth tastes like ash and whiskey. I roll off the bed and stumble to the bathroom, flicking on the cold water faucet. The spray stings, but does little to wake me. I brace my hands against the counter and study my reflection.

    The dark circles under my eyes are deeper than yesterday. My face looks thinner, the lines around my mouth sharper. The hollow look behind my eyes isn’t new, but it sits heavier this morning.

    The shower runs hot enough to scald, and I stay under it until my skin burns. Water mixes with the whiskey fumes on my breath as I rinse my mouth repeatedly. When I step out, the towel scratches against my oversensitive skin. I dress mechanically in my host uniform – black shirt, fitted trousers, polished shoes.

    The monitor on the wall shows 7 AM. The girls are already up.

    Their quiet conversation stops the moment I step inside the dungeon. Aria keeps her gaze fixed on me. Juliette folds her arms, as if anchoring herself. Harper swallows and lowers her eyes. Lian stands very straight, the smallest tremor in her hands betraying her nerves.
    They’ve learned what mornings bring here, and they’re already bracing for it. The air feels heavy, settled, like everyone is waiting for something that cannot be avoided.


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    I decided to post this here too, if some people aren't on Eka's. Casual hard vore with dogs as preds is what the story is basically. And bad unchecked English. Sorry for that :P

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    "Mom, how far do we have to walk?" Emily complained. She didn't really get why mom liked these walks so much. It was just forests, suburbs and sometimes a field mixed in. Nothing… interesting. Why her mom had to pull her with her every time she went for her Saturday walk? "Can we go home already?" Emily asked her mom.

    "Just a little while and the path starts to curve back honey. Don't be so impatient." the mother said and smiled to her daughter. Emily had inherited her blonde hair, which was tied up in ponytail for the girl. She had a kind face, which made even the pout look adorable. "Anyways it is good for you to have little break off of your phone. Everything does not happen on your phone young lady!" the mother lectured as she took a deep breath, enjoying the cool autumn air.

    Yeah, but everything interesting does, Emily thought to herself, crossing her arms in protest. She would much rather chat with her friends or maybe look for some makeup tips from youtube than go on for this stupid walk. It would be much more useful anyways. She had kinda grown a crush on Thomas on her class and she really wanted to get his attention.

    "Hey!" her mother shouted and waved. Emily looked forward from her pout and saw an another woman walking towards them. It took few moments to recognize her, but her mother's coworker had her distinct face that had stuck with Emily. It was grandmotherly, warm and kind, even though the lady wasn't much over 50 in age. She was kind of pleasant lady, but Emily hadn't thought much about her. She had visited their place only twice or thrice after all.

    The more interesting aspect about the lady was her fellow: a golden retriever walking next to her in leash. "Hello Margaret! How is it going?" the mother greeted the woman as they finally get close enough.

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    I wish they did a version were all 3 of the racks were filled
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    I seem to now have a new kink :p
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    This is normally not my cup of tea, but surprisingly I enjoyed this story very much.

    The casual nature and wholesomeness of her mutilation and death are written really beautifully. Great work!
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    Bumping one of my all-time favourites to make it easier to find and hopefully get it some more attention :D
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    Is there a KI Model to create a picture of the rack - chatgpt or Gemini don't like the explanation ;-)
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    Tags: Loli/torture/exhibitionism/exection/snuff/cannibalism


    Krampusnacht
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    Edward Hyde



    “Excited?” Zahra’s mum asked her with a grin as the bells and roars drew closer, along with the playful screams of those in the crowd further up the parade route.

    “Definitely!” the sweet nine year old grinned. “You are going to record it all, aren’t you?”


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    Thank you! And I'm glad I got it finished in time for Krampusnacht itself 😁
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    What is this, a story of a digestible size with a variety of fun deaths rather than dozen of chapters of talking about a yet another cooking upcoming? Hell yeah, give me two!
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    >>28796
    I think there was a compliment in there somewhere! 🤣 Glad you liked it 😁
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    Ugh, sorry, what have I become, can't even say I enjoyed a story without phrasing it like critique...
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    It's okay! It's just your way and we love you for it! *Ruffles your hair and kisses the top of your head*
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    The warm glow of the studio lights reflected the vibrant energy of the morning TV show. The host, a charismatic woman with a friendly smile, leaned forward as she welcomed her guest. Across from her sat Laura Summers, a photographer known for her evocative and daring works.

    "Good morning, Laura," the host began, her enthusiasm evident. "Your latest photo exhibition has taken the city by storm. People are queuing up to see it! Tell us, what inspired you to tackle such a raw and powerful theme—the exploitation and violence young people face in the world?"

    Laura’s expression softened, but her voice carried conviction. "It’s a subject that’s close to my heart. For too long, these issues have been ignored or downplayed. I wanted to confront people with the reality, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. My photos are meant to provoke thought and, hopefully, spark action."

    The host nodded thoughtfully. "And provoke thought they certainly do. Reactions have been intense—some applaud your courage, while others find the images shocking. How do you feel about the controversy?"

    "It’s a necessary reaction," Laura replied. "If people feel unsettled, it means they’re paying attention. My goal isn’t to create something easy to look at; it’s to shine a light on truths that demand acknowledgment. Change begins with awareness."

    The host shifted in her seat, her curiosity piqued. "I understand you’re working on something new—a performance piece at an upcoming art festival. Can you tell us about that?"

    Laura’s face lit up with a mix of excitement and resolve. "Yes, I’ll be presenting a performance in a few weeks. Performance art can have an even more immediate emotional impact than photography. It’s immersive and direct, and I believe it’s the perfect medium for my next project."

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    Bravo
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    Very interesting indeed! Would love to hear a bit more about the public's reaction to the piece and what point was being made! Perhaps a followup interview like the one at the beginning where the artist reflects on the performance and its impact?
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    Tags: unwilling & willing, snuff, cannibalism, meatgirl, FFM, teens (16+), incest

    It should be obvious, but this long-ish story is based on the short story Introducing the Spartan Spitter by KaosAngel. I figure, someone watching the infomercial it described must have been the perfect target audience, and their story would probably be worth telling, so here it is. A condensed version of the original twenty year old short story is embedded in the first chapter, so if you haven't read it, consider this a spoiler warning. I ended up cutting out some good parts to fit it into the flow of my own story, but hopefully it didn't suffer too much in the process.

    As usual, I finished the first draft of the entire story before posting anything, but this time I plan to wait a day or two before posting each chapter. If you guys have feedback / suggestions, it's possible that I will be able to work in some changes to the next chapter.
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    Chapter 5: Rings and Wreaths

    Life was noticeably quieter for the next few days, at least. I put my girls on a rotation, each one spending a night with me, while the other two shared one of the other beds, which seemed to work reasonably well. The girls were fairly well behaved, but there were still some minor problems.

    The biggest problem was food: Julie did her best to cook, with a little help from Iris, but their success rate in that regard left much to be desired. On Wednesday, the potato soup Julie prepared ended up a complete failure.

    Looking down at the pot she had placed on the table, I sighed. "Babygirl, I know you're trying your best, but I've never seen potato soup quite so…clear. And I'm pretty sure the potatoes aren't supposed to be so hard. Or…black on one side."

    My youngest daughter burst into tears. I sighed again, and took her gently in my arms.

    "There, there, baby. Don't cry. I'm not upset." I patted her head. "I think you just weren't ready for a dish like this yet. I'm sure you'll get better with time."

    From the other side of the table, Mae grimaced at the steaming dish, "Do we have to eat this, Dad?"

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    Chapter 6: Wedding Belles

    The moment I walked in the door Friday after a long day at the office, I sighed.

    "I'm home," I called out, but I don't think my family heard me over the overlapping, high pitched female voices.

    "Fuck! Give it to me, sis! Yes," screamed Iris.

    "I'm almost there, Mama! A little more, please!" That sounded like Dee's voice.

    I felt a hand on my ass. The hand soon slid around to the front and pulled down my zipper. I glanced down and noticed the glint of Celeste's engagement ring while I allowed her to help me out of my clothes. I probably couldn't actually feel anything different when she pressed against me from behind, but I couldn't help but think that I felt her slight baby bump on my back once or twice.

    After we were both naked, we stepped forward to clearly see Astra, Charon, Dee, my three daughters, and Julie's friend, Cassie, scattered around the living room, having sex in an assortment of positions. Based on the vocalizations which had drowned out the sound of our arrival, Dee and Iris were both on the verge of orgasms, but I could tell right away that Astra wasn't going to let Dee cum just yet. Iris was apparently sitting on Mae's face, but with her natural girth padded out slightly further by her pregnancy, I couldn't see enough to be certain about who was trapped underneath my eldest living daughter.

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    When it was time for me and my maids to take our place by the priestess at the front of the crowd, the smell of roast girl meat was wafting over the whole campsite. I spared a moment on my way forward to glance over and see the three golden bodies slowly turning on their spits.

    I'd peeked out of the tent a few times, but from up front, I had a much better view of who was filling the rows of white folding chairs. On the left were mostly faces I didn't know except perhaps from pictures Celeste had shown me. The names on the guest list were primarily Astra and Celeste's immediate family, along with various friends, although I couldn't have said for sure which was which.

    On the right side, the seats were almost entirely taken up by people from work, especially all the girls working under me, and their girlfriends. Astra had made sure to extend invitations to many of my daughters' friends, too, so Cassie, Nova, and a number of others were in attendance, probably mostly just so they would get to eat some of my daughters' meat. There were also several single women from the neighborhood, like Dee, who looked like she was still annoyed that she was only a guest.

    Dee should consider herself lucky I didn't ask her to have more of a part in this, I smirked to myself while I waited. Given how many times she and Esther snubbed me, my next choice for her role today would've involved an eight foot metal pole above some hot embers.

    The DJ started playing the sappy pop song that the girls had picked for the bridesmaid's entrance, so we all looked over to see Penny and Connie emerge from the brides' tent. They took their time, walking down the aisle, stepping with an odd gait. It took me a while to realize it, but they were kicking their knees forward every few paces to make the front of their tiny skirts flip up, flashing everyone ahead of them. I rolled my eyes at the silly move, but it made me grin, in spite of myself.

    Hopefully the photographer got a picture with their skirts up, I thought, so Astra and Cel can see it later.

    After they had taken their place up front, the music stopped, then the more stately bridal march began, so the audience got to their feet. Gary came out of the brides' tent, with Astra on his right arm, and Celeste on his left arm.

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    Damn, that took longer to draw than I was hoping. Better late than never, I guess. When I get around to posting this story on Ao3, this image will be inserted into the appropriate point in the story.

    While drawing this, I realized that I accidentally changed something about the original spitting machine. KaosAngel had the girl's hands tied behind her back when mounted on the machine, but in my rewrite her arms were locked into restraints, just like her legs. This implies that my Spartan has arm clamps, but the original did not.

    Oh, well. I'm definitely not going to fix that now, especially since I think that scene where the oldest daughter was forced onto the machine works much better if the Spartan has everything needed to restrain her.
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    I loved how chapter 6 began almost exactly the same way as chapter 1, but then quickly showed just how different things were. Great story!
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    I wanted a short break from the Outdoor Cinema series, so I wrote this story.

    I wanted to keep it as short as possible. I failed...

    I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.


    "Daddy, I want a swing."

    Elle was a cute nine year old girl with a pale complexion and long red heair gathered into two pony tails. She was thin to the point her limbs looked almost too fragile to support her own weight. She also had brown eyes and a cute smile on her face, which was meant to melt her father's heart so he would do what she wants.

    "I don't have one."


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    Good choice!
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    It's just not my thing. I'm not making an argument,I am just asking a question.
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    Amazing as always, as expected of Rosie.

    I hope that you write another story like this in the future.
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    Wow, that was fun! Now, where is this school, again? Asking for a friend...
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    here is a part 2 i did inspired by the story

    https://catbox.moe/c/tk4hmn
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    Mr Williams looked up from his paperwork as a knock sounded at the door, “Come in!” At his call a young woman entered. Her slender body was dressed semi modestly. A white button up blouse paired with a knee length grey skirt. Straight, black hair framed her worried face. She stumbled over her words, voice small as she spoke, “I..er, I was told to come see you…uh..i’m–”

    “Ah right, I was expecting you” Mr Williams rose from his chair with a smile as he approached the young woman. “Earlier than I thought you'd be, excellent”. Yes he had only called for a snuff slut merely a few moments ago. Ms Josie always treated him right. Her girls were well trained and eager to please. “Over here then, let’s get started”

    He guided her by her arm over to his chair. She spoke up once more, still barely audible, “I uh…My name is Ella and I..” Mr Williams gave a hum of acknowledgement, not really listening. Come tomorrow he might not even remember her face much less her name, so there was no point in conversation. As he sat back down in his chair he guided her down until she was kneeling at his feet.

    “Glad to meet you Emma, truly”, he undid the zipper on his pants as he spoke. “Um..it’s..it’s Ella..I–eep!” She cried out in alarm at the sight of his cock. Acting as if she’d never seen one before in her life.

    Mr Williams frowned. Was the girl new? No he knew Ms Josie wouldn’t send a rookie his way. Perhaps she was giving the shy virgin act a go. He could play along. “Don’t be shy now, this is what I hired you for.” He reached out a hand to pet her soft hair, subtly encouraging her forward.

    Gulping Ella leaned forward. She hesitated for a moment before taking the tip into her mouth. With his hand gently guiding her she moved her head further down his shaft, bobbing and licking to his immense satisfaction. It was good. But not enough.

    Losing patience he brought up his free hand to the other side of her head. She only had a second to look confused before he was mercilessly fucking into her mouth. The tip of his cock meeting the back of her throat. Tears were streaming down her face and she struggled against him. Unfortunately for her he was much stronger.

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    This one was pretty good.
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    (electric shock, saws, cons, noncon)

    Mr. Williams followed behind the chattering manager through one of the many production plants he oversaw for SnuffCor. It was the last one on the list for inspection thank god. These yearly check ins always left him tired and frustrated. He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible but the high pitched voice of the woman in front of him made it harder to keep his cool. “--and here is our quality testing chambers. We’re actually testing out a few products on some of our volunteers now.” She led him to a window looking into a brightly lit room. The once stark white walls and floor stained with blood. Williams side eyed the manager, “Didn’t I have to lecture you last time about our cleanliness standards”

    “Oh-well-it’s just that–”, he tuned out her endless stream of excuses turning his attention instead to the product being tested, and the young woman strapped to it. She lay across a table naked. Arms and legs splayed out, and even her head being held down. Underneath her limbs and neck were indents in the table where Williams knew the saws were concealed until use. Her body shook but not from the cold. It was clear from her face that she was regretting her decision to come here today. But it was far too late for that now. The woman jolted at the sound of an alarm. The test was about to start.

    Multiple rotating saws rose from the table. Small, but sharp enough to cut through bone in the blink of an eye. Sobs wracked through the womans frame as the saws slowly drew closer. “Wait wait, I changed my mind! I want ou–gghk” The saw closest to her neck made contact, cleanly slicing through her throat. Her protests drowned away into a gurgle. Meanwhile the rest of the saws made way through her arms and legs as they thrashed uselessly against their bonds. Williams watched as the shaking body finally stilled. The womans mouth was still askew in a silenced scream and her eyes had rolled back. The sight sent blood rushing straight to his cock.

    “--and sell to hundreds of butcher shops and private citizens in the area. It’s one of our best selling items so–”, what a way to kill the mood. She led him away. It was getting harder to hide his frustration but the woman before him simply had no awareness. As she continued filling the air with her noise his eyes drifted over her body. She had a fine physique. A round, plush ass. Brests barely contained within her button down shirt. Bouncing with every step. It was a shame. She’d be perfectly fuckable if only she would shut up. Williams shook his head as they approached the next window.

    “Here we test the tech for our suicide booths. For people who need a quick death or a discreet way to dispose of a body” , Williams raised a hand to stop her before she could continue, “I don’t need the sales pitch. I helped develop the product”

    He relished in the awkward silence that followed. Turning his focus back to the window he saw a blonde woman being placed into a clear chamber. At her feet and above her head were metal disks with nodes all around their perimeters. Another alarm sounded as the manager beside him pressed some buttons on the console.The blonde noticed the two watching and gave a cheery wave which he humored. She was still waving happily when the nodes began to light up. Electricity coursed into the chamber and in a flash her body stilled with her hands still up in greeting and the smile frozen on her face. Piss trickled down her legs to the bottom of the chamber. Williams frowned, glancing at the manager who was frantically pressing buttons. Finally in another flash the body was gone. Vaporized into dust.

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    Some interesting ideas in this one! Reminds me of one I read a while ago about a school where the pupils participate in an annual tradeshow to showcase new punishment and execution methods with one girl each year agreeing to go "all the way" 😁
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    A guro fanfic of Gushing over Magical Girls. I plan to post it to my AO3 at some point, but after my friend L pointed me to this corner of the site, I realized this could also be a good place to start sharing it.

    I'll say up-front that this is slower-paced than other guro stories I've read here. It's first and foremost a character-focused fanfic, but one where all sorts of interesting things happen. It starts where the original story does, with some slightly different initial conditions, and progresses from there.

    Major themes include: F/F, Dismemberment, Rape, Futanari, Psychological

    I hope you enjoy, and I'm looking forward to hearing what people think!

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    Chapter 1: No Pain No Gain

    Hiiragi Utena turned her eyes up, towards the clash unfolding above the city. One creature flew towards Magia Sulfur, then crashed as she summoned a shield into its path, its imp-like shape splattering into ooze. Magia Magenta's spear impaled another one, leaving it, too, to splash down to the street below.

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    Chapter 4: Eat Your Cake and Have It Too

    Utena's phone buzzed with a new text. Her mother had no need to text her at home, which left a poor selection of options.

    > Loco: Here's another one of Loco's songs! Check it out~

    According to Leberblume, watching and complimenting all of Loco's songs was of vital importance. Which was arguably less unpleasant than the rest of Enormita's business, at least.

    She really hoped no one was monitoring her messages. If the wrong person read them... she didn't want to think about what might happen.

    > Utena: Oh, wow... Your voice is so captivating, Loco

    > Loco: That's a genuine idol for you!

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    Chapter 5: Freak The Fuck Out And Panic Sell Everything Right Now

    Vatz followed Magenta and Sulfur to Azure's location. They were too slow to catch sight of the villain, but they did see the grisly aftermath.

    Magia Azure, on the ground by her family's shrine, dazed and missing a foot. Nearby lay her blood-splattered wand, a kitsune mask, and a smashed offering box. Coins were strewn about - each small, but together demonstrating the town's piety.

    "A-Azure!" Magenta called out. "What just... Your foot..."

    Azure fumbled with her words. "I... she... Magia Baiser..."

    "The new villain?" Sulfur asked. "Is that what she's calling herself?"

    Sulfur sat down next to Azure. Magenta set about cleaning and bandaging her wounded leg.

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    Chapter 6: Long Live the Queen

    EYE OF MAGIA SULFUR

    SEIZED BY MAGIA BAISER

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    FOOT OF MAGIA AZURE

    SEIZED BY MAGIA BAISER

    Utena stared at the pair of cases that now sat alongside all the others. Just two instances of the same act, repeated dozens of times.

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    Chapter 7: The Road to Hell

    Utena dropped her panties, held her skirt out of the way, sat down, and did her best to aim the stream of urine down into the toilet. It was... more challenging, with only the stump of where her dick had been.

    Too forceful of a stream could escape the bowl and make a mess. But too weak risked dribbling down her balls. She could avoid the issues by peeing transformed, but that wasn't usually practical.

    Thankfully, the genitals she got from transforming didn't appear affected. And the untransformed ones still seemed to... work, in their own ways. They were just... smaller, and much better at concealing arousal.

    Utena finished her task, wiping away the excess drips in the process, then washed her hands, because even as a villain she had some standards. Then it was time to return to class.

    She hadn't seen Haruka in a few days, or the pair of girls who were always with her. Hopefully they were okay.

    The day passed without event. It had been over a week since she'd met Venalita, and she'd recovered as much from the encounter with Lord Enorme as she ever would. Soon, they'd call her to fight again, and...

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    Chapter 8: End of the Line

    Magenta stared at the arm hanging to her right. It... couldn't be real. Could it?

    She was supposed to just wake up and realize none of this had happened. Except... how could she think like that, after what had happened to Sulfur and Azure?

    Her train of thought broke as the chainsaw bit into her left shoulder. She wanted to scream, but she'd screamed so much already - her throat was too raw to make any real sound.

    Magia Baiser had dared her to find a way to break out. Magical girls were always supposed to find a way out. But how could she do that from here?

    The grinding sound softened, then abated. To her left, her other arm dangled from its shackle. Both of them now reduced to useless stumps.

    And still the buzzing from her private parts continued. Making it even harder to think, making her look even more undignified. In front of... how many people, now?

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    Andrea is only 18 years old. She is 4'10", 89 pounds with brown hair that is dyed red and wrapped in a ponytail with brown eyes. She is stripped down to her 36 triple d red satin pushup bra and matching panties with her hands cuffed behind her back as she walks onto the stage with her mother walking behind her.

    With tears rolling down her cheeks Andrea turns to her mother and begs pathetically  "please don't hurt my boobs! I'm sorry I'm only 18 and have 36 triple d boobs! I'll do anything!" She begs.

    Her mother just laughs. "Whisper the word 'bra' over and over again Andrea..." She says.

    Andrea freezes in place. She HATED saying the word 'bra' and never ever said it. Not only that but any time she heard someone say the word 'bra' it made her instantly sick to her stomach. To Andrea  the word 'bra' was the most disgusting word ever created, which was ironic considering she had massive 36 triple d boobs.

    "Please don't make me say that word... You know how much I hate that word... I can't say it... Please..." Andrea begs.

    Her mother grabs her by her brown and red dyed ponytail and yanks hard.

    "Whisper the word 'bra' over and over again or else suffer the consequences..." She hisses.

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    Ah-ha! A fan of bras so you seek to punish those who refuse to use them! ;)
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    Punish those who made their mother's buy bra after bra after bra because their big boobs kept on growing lol
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    I remember reading a story, probably on here, about a girl on the swim team with big boobs and her friend who is a butcher's daughter convinces her that her times are getting worse because of the drag her boobs cause and persuades her to let her dad cut them off. Of course there is a twist in the tale too!
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    And I also have a thing where the girls in my stories always seem to hate saying the word 'bra' itself lol.

    And always get forced to whisper the word 'bra' in a way to humiliate them
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    I never read that one.

    I've created some original ideas though. Like the 'boob microwave' or the titty guillotine (gillotititine) lol

    The 'boob microwave' is my favorite though.

    The original story involved a girl named Andrea.

    Someone I knew in real life.

    She had massive boobs. Like, 36 triple d tits.

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    (victim’s pov, extreme anorexia, selfharm, occasional murder, forced to wear burqa, beating, explosives & explosion)

    hey guys! it’s my first post ever here, and my first story of such sort. i’m not a native speaker, and though my english is supposed to be fluent, i may commit mistakes, pls dont jusdge :) hope you enjoy it!

    No Longer A Person: Shahid Girl
    Pt. 1

    My name is Vlasta.

    I’m 18 years old, and I’ve been trying to find a way to reach death for a very long time. The problem is, I don’t want ANY death. I need something special.

    Car crashes, natural catastrophes, factory incidents — nothing interesting about them. There is no point, no meaning to such death. One second and you’re dead, and what’s worse — you don’t even have time to realize you’re dying. No time to savour the pain, no time to enjoy the control over your end — you are helpless; only God knows if you will die or not.


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    What a vivid portrait of a troubled girl. I'm looking forward to reading the denouement.
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    Hey, I am a new poster here. I've been told I can describe stuff pretty well, but years passed and my skills have been laying unused. I'd like to change that, so as a beginning. I will be translating three series of poems I wrote in my native language to English. I apologise for any mistakes I may make, I'm kind of out of practice.

    The series previously had no name, but I decided to give it one - The 3 Suicides

    Summary: Three vivid descriptions of tragedies that could have been prevented.
    >I wrote these a few years ago whilst being commited to a mental health institution a few years ago. It might be hard to eroticise, and there is no "plot", just descriptions.
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    Suicide #1

    Content Warnings/Tags: Suicide, Workplace Abuse, bodily fluids, workaholism

    Light shines through the window
    Onto a life-less body.

    In his hands, there's a packet of meds.
    More of those,
    Laid, scattered around the room
    At least a dozen,
    Empty.
    His pale skin is covered by dried-out tears

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    I will post more tommorrow depending on the reception ;-)
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    I want him to pin me down on the bed, tie my hands up together with his duct tape, gag my mouth to muffle my screams, grab a blade, and slowly start cutting my arms, enough for there to be blood dripping, but too shallow to actually kill me.
    Then, slightly lift his mask to slowly lick my wounds as I whine, my eyes start tearing up, then he'll grab one of my breasts, and he would probably comment on their small size before pinching hard on my nipple.
    Grabbing the buttons of my shirt and undoing them, walking away after he's done, I'll wonder if he's going to leave for good? If guilt got to him? If I'm safe?
    But I should have known better and known he was only teasing in the beginning.
    He'll come back with a wooden cutting board, a short and long one that has a handle for easy grabbing. I'll be confused as he places it on my night shelf, but then he will explain its function. If I protest, he'll hit me with it as hard as he can, practically using it as a spank paddle. I'll just slowly nod since, realistically, what else can I do?
    He would just giggle before fully taking off his mask. I would be surprised, for two reasons, one the fact that he’s actually revealing his face while doing these awful acts, and how he looks, his face is soft, definitely someone I wouldn’t expect to show these behaviors, but it makes him almost… cute?
    My thought would be interrupted by a sudden pain, I’ll look doing to see him making a long slow cut on my pelvis up to my abdomen, rubbing the blood all arounds my belly as he looks up at me, laughing a bit to him as he sees my tears and squirming, cutting a bit deeper as he warns me to stop moving so much, even eyeing the ‘paddle’ a bit deciding to use it or not but he’ll prefer to stick his hand up my skirt to slide off my panties, I could kick him easily, hell I could have done that a long time ago but I know I’ll be bluffing if I said I wasn’t getting at least a bit wet by his actions and now that my panties were down to my ankles he also knows how damp I’m getting.
    He’ll pass his hands briefly on my pussy lips, just to make see how wet it is, when he gets enough conformation, he’ll unzip his pants and shove his cock inside of me, I’ll squirm but it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would, considering the cut in my stomach, graving my hips as h slowly fucking me, looking at blood in my stomach, when he gets enough into it he’ll get on top of me and going hard, I’ll cry do to the pleasure and pain of felling his body weight on top of m

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    I have collected two very long stories by Alocer Loki in two simple TXT files. I'd like to share them here but TXT files aren't accepted. Is there a simple solution?
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    Nope. His yahoo email no longer works; it just bounces. That's a real shame. His story really touched me and I really wish I could get into contact with him.
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    It's an amazing set of stories, isn't it? That little bitch deserved everything she got. I would love to talk about alocer stories if anyone here is interested.
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    Did they ever get posted?
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    Looks like someone reuploaded it to AO3: https://archive.transformativeworks.org/works/62729215?view_full_work=true
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    love his stories as well. so hot... too bad he isn't posting anymore. If anyone wants to talk about his stories or other nice snuff stories email me. [email protected]
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