>>21065

For the person who requested the horror stories - I'm gonna have to delay this one.
I tried writing the scenes from the youtube video clips but found that without the full context it was really hard to set the scenes up well.
I'll go and watch… horror movies ;o;

So they're not cancelled, they're just gonna take longer.

Sorry for the delay, but I'd like to write the scenes correctly.

>>21420

I see. In that case, can you also watch Return of the Living Dead, and add Trash's death to the list?

Trash was hot as fuck

Two women straddle identical machines. Barrel-shaped seats with dildo-tipped metal cones protruding from the top and leg irons chaining their feet to the floor to prevent them from getting up. The mechanisms extend the cones, slowly but inexorably. Each woman holds a button which will stop their machine.

Twist is, whichever woman pressed her button last, having allowed her cone to extend deeper and wider into her, wins. Assuming she wasn’t killed in the process obviously. And the women are hated rivals. Whoever pushes her button first, forfeits whatever the competition is being fought over to the winner. If both women are too stubborn, the competition organizers win by default.

6 - … she said, lying.

She pulled the blade back up and tied it as firmly as she could. Then, to screams of protest from her sensible side, and rabid cheers from the side which had just brought her to a string of powerful organs, she laid back down on the guillotine, raised the lunette, and let it fall back over her neck. The clash of instincts in her mind made her tremble and moan, half from fear and half from arousal.

This time, as a concession to her sensible half, the rope was tied and she was perfectly safe. Her sensible side argued that she was still laying in a live guillotine and using the threat of death for stupid short-term pleasure.

Her other side argued that was the point.

She squeezed her breast until it hurt, reviving the fantasy of the ancient warrior, and she bid him plant his boot in her chest as her headless body quivered.

As if with a mind of his own, the ancient warrior instead removed his helmet to reveal the face of Ben.

“Unbelievable,” he said, placing her severed head in the crook of her arm, facing up so that she could see him kneeling in front of her still-twitching body. “You couldn’t get enough of shit-testing me, so you went and shit-tested Fate.”

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7 - Stacy, seductive selector and single mother

Stacy put down the phone, frustrated. Surely, if she didn’t have the kids to factor in, she could pull the man she so desperately needed. This one had been so promising, too: he had not instantly ghosted her when she told him she was a single mother, and had seemed like the type to treat another man’s children well. He had a hot voice that she had loved roleplaying with over the phone. Then she had made the mistake of linking him the court case to prove her innocence in the divorce. He had not agreed with the jury, and that was the end of that.

And now, as she always did when she was frustrated and alone yet again, she went to the barn, where despite everything, she had kept her first husband’s woodcraft projects. It had been his favorite place, built by his own hands, and she had taken it from him. She had once seen it as an act of conquest. In a way she still did. His old land was hers, and he lived in a tiny, sparse apartment that she could make tinier and sparser if she so desired by citing inflation and inadequate payment to the judge and selling it with a few tears for the jury. She felt no guilt for it. As her first husband himself had said, it was a woman’s role to select the worthiest man and drive him to greatness. He had not been sufficient … but she had never found anyone quite like him.

She opened the doors to find the lights on and the smell of wood tainted by something else.

Stacy’s first husband had been a masterful woodworker. She had wanted to destroy his life’s work out of a petty sense of vengeance, but with a lit match in hand, she had found herself unable to destroy what he had made. Especially the centerpiece: the replica guillotine, on which she had spent dozens of lonely nights engrossed in lurid fantasy.

The guillotine’s blade was all the way down. Stacy could not recall ever hearing it. Heart suddenly racing, she approached the contraption.

The headless female body which lay there was functionally naked, large, soft breasts exposed beneath a pulled-up shirt and bikini top. Her panties and shorts were bunched up around one ankle, and otherwise her pure, beautiful white skin was completely exposed, slick with sweat and slimy with juices, especially down her perfect thighs. The body on the guillotine was a perfect image of Stacy in her late-teens. She dreaded looking in the basket because she knew what she would find.

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8 - Stacy’s lust and Becky’s body

She looked, and found two big, shocked green eyes staring into hers. Sightless. Becky’s face was pale, spattered with her own blood. A little book from Stacy’s collection rested in the basket beside her daughter’s beautiful severed head, partly covered with her hair.

It was the sort of thing Becky and Stacy both loved to read. Her little girl, her perfect reflection, had gone and gotten herself killed in the exact same way her mother so often fantasized about. The perfect, final act of submission. The ultimate punishment.

Stacy felt herself growing wet. Behind the shock that she was certain would collapse into grief at any moment, this was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Becky's body was flawless, utterly gorgeous even without her head, her skin glossy with a coating of sweat and juices.

She looked at her daughter's headless body with a rapidly growing desire. The body was still twitching out its last tiny vestiges of energy, a reflexive dance of death that was strangely erotic. Stacy felt a pull, a dark fascination that she couldn't ignore. Her daughter had died very recently. Her body, when Stacy placed a hand on her chest, was still warm.

She looked at the door. She had seen Ben go to bed, so she was alone in the barn with her daughter, who had just died in the most erotic way Stacy could imagine. It was an opportunity she would never get again. If she waited, her shock would settle into grief, and she would never feel this way again.

She plucked her daughter’s severed head from the basket and hugged it to her breasts, careless of the blood now staining her camisole.

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9 - Stacy’s bad idea

But was it?

Becky had died in precisely the way Stacy had always fantasized about, and Stacy was still alive. She wasn't about to get herself killed on purpose, but she wanted to feel what her daughter had. She wanted to feel even closer to Becky than she already was, with their bare, wet pussies pressed together. She had to feel the pain of the guillotine ... without letting it kill her.

Shimmying forward on Becky's body, she set the girl's head back on the table, then lifted the guillotine's blade in both hands. It was fairly heavy, definitely easier to hold up with a pulley and rope. But she managed it. She shifted it into one hand, then raised the lunette with the other, awkwardly slipped her own neck into the crescent, and barely managed to set the blade down gently on the back of her neck. The blade kissed her flesh, and then bit. She moaned, legs kicking against the table, chest heaving against Becky's.

"Fuck ... this might have been a bad idea ..."

Bad idea, yes. Very hot, also yes. Stacy could see droplets of her own blood falling into the basket, onto the cover of that spicy book Becky had somehow got a hold of. Moaning through her closed lips, she wrapped her arms around Becky's soft, helpless figure and hugged her tight. She managed to wrap both of her legs around one of Becky's and began to grind. The thrill made her wet, but humping her daughter's wet thigh was so arousing in itself that it made her move faster, despite the pain in her neck. That pain was good. It was a fraction of what Becky must have felt, just the tip of the sharp metal that had turned Becky from a beautiful young lady into a quivering, pretty pile of meat. It was pain and pleasure, life and death, and she was on the precipice of it all, a beautiful middle ground with Becky's soft young body as a mattress.

As she felt her orgasm begin to bubble again, she also heard a long, wooden groan from high above. It was probably just the wind against the barn, and she couldn't bring herself to stop anyway. She grinded harder, faster, against Becky's thigh, coaxing her juices out, moaning the dead girl's name over and over.

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10 - The death she always wanted

Back in the present, Stacy turned her head, enduring the cut of the blade, just enough to see the model spaceship, bolted down all those years ago, groaning and tilting down and further down, little by little as the bolts popped out, one by one.

She froze.

Becky's body in her arms, her pussy tight against the girl's thigh, Stacy could only watch as, in the space of two seconds, the model's nose slipped neatly between the scaffolding of the guillotine and came down hard, like a gigantic wooden hammer, on the top of the blade.

Schunk.

Pain filled her neck, sensation vanished beneath it, and Stacy felt herself falling.
Her nose bonked the spicy novel, and her head rolled until she was facing up. Thoughts fled, and all that went through her mind was exactly what she saw and heard: two bright streams of blood sailing over the blade, splashing against the nose of the model ship, then past it and all around as Stacy's naked, sweat-soaked figure sat up. She could see her own large breasts bounce as her hands groped feverishly where her head should be. Blood splashed her fingers and squirted left, then right as her body swayed and shuddered.


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Wow, and awesome story! Thank you so much for writing it.

I would love to hear what his full fantasy included

Great thread! Is there any scholarship on the veracity of these stories?

>>24255

Wikipedia has a page on cannibalism, with a section dedicated to skepticism, but it seems that scholars find a lot of accounts to be pretty credible.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_cannibalism#Skepticism



William Arens, author of The Man-Eating Myth: Anthropology and Anthropophagy,[35] questions the credibility of reports of cannibalism and argues that the description by one group of people of another people as cannibals is a consistent and demonstrable ideological and rhetorical device to establish perceived cultural superiority. Arens bases his thesis on a detailed analysis of various "classic" cases of cannibalism reported by explorers, missionaries, and anthropologists. He claims that all of them were steeped in racism, unsubstantiated, or based on second-hand or hearsay evidence. Though widely discussed, Arens's book generally failed to convince the academic community. Claude Lévi-Strauss observes that, in spite of his "brilliant but superficial book … [n]o serious ethnologist disputes the reality of cannibalism".[36] Shirley Lindenbaum notes that, while after "Arens['s] … provocative suggestion … many anthropologists … reevaluated their data", the outcome was an improved and "more nuanced" understanding of where, why and under which circumstances cannibalism took place rather than a confirmation of his claims: "Anthropologists working in the Americas, Africa, and Melanesia now acknowledge that institutionalized cannibalism occurred in some places at some times. Archaeologists and evolutionary biologists are taking cannibalism seriously."[37]

Lindenbaum[38] and others point out that Arens displays a "strong ethnocentrism". His refusal to admit that institutionalized cannibalism ever existed seems to be motivated by the implied idea "that cannibalism is the worst thing of all" – worse than any other behavior people engaged in, and therefore uniquely suited to vilify others. Kajsa Ekholm Friedman calls this "a remarkable opinion in a culture [the European/American one] that has been capable of the most extreme cruelty and destructive behavior, both at home and in other parts of the world."[39]

She observes that, contrary to European values and expectations, "n many parts of the Congo region there was no negative evaluation of cannibalism. On the contrary, people expressed their strong appreciation of this very special meat and could not understand the hysterical reactions from the white man's side."[40] And why indeed, she goes on to ask, should they have had the same negative reactions to cannibalism as Arens and his contemporaries? Implicitly he assumes that everybody throughout human history must have shared the strong taboo placed by his own culture on cannibalism, but he never attempts to explain why this should be so, and "neither logic nor historical evidence justifies" this viewpoint, as Christian Siefkes commented.[41]

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>>24640

this quote is a good TLDR:

Though widely discussed, Arens's book generally failed to convince the academic community. Claude Lévi-Strauss observes that, in spite of his "brilliant but superficial book … [n]o serious ethnologist disputes the reality of cannibalism".[36]

>>24255

The quoted book IS a scholarly publication, published by a serious academic publisher who peer-reviews its books. In the introduction the author discusses the veracity of the referenced accounts, noting that while some details may be off, in many cases there are multiple independent accounts written by different people that are in basic agreement with each other, which typically indicates that they are to be taken seriously and likely at least close to the truth.

For more info on historical practices, including links to references, Wikipedia is indeed a good starting point. In addition to
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_cannibalism
,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_incidents_of_cannibalism
and
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_cannibalism
are also worth checking out.

>>24665

Africans..
Eugh

Genki Sakuras first and last time

A new player in the city, a tentacle monster, approached Nightshade with a deal…

"Let me impregnate Genki Sakura and let my eggs hatch and we can cooperate on killing"

"Sure, sounds fun" Nightshade stated with a smile

"Oh, when my eggs enter him he will be unable to lose consciousness or stop cumming…so your boyfriend may find his final moments fun"

With that the tentacle monster left.

Soon, after a false rumor of a new Monster Rancher game, Genki was lured into a field and the monster sprung I to action.

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Genki Sakura first and last time part 2

For all of a few moments Genkis thought Nightshade and the boyfriend would help him…that was until the boyfriend firmly gripped Genkis smooth ballsack and began sucking the cum from the eternally cumming Genki.

Nightshade abruptly rammed his throbbing cock down Genkis throat and began violently fucking it, Nightshades murderous testicles smashing Genkis in the face to add to his humiliation.

All the small boy could do is cry helplessly as earlier he thought this would be a normal day….

Technically it was…for Nightshade and the boyfriend.

The boyfriend felt some of Genkis cum erupt from his own nose which he found hilarious and laughed as he sucked the cock.

The cock of Nightshade hammered the throat harder and harder, asphyxiating Genkis but thanks to the eggs he did not lose consciousness.

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Raymonds new job part 1

Nightshade saught out a new maid, deciding to hire the femboy maid known as Raymond.

"Crisp! I will be the best maid ever" Raymond started on his first day cleaning house for Nightshade...he knew a few rooms that were off limits though which did peak his curiosity.

However he did not want to lose his job just yet.

On the first day he did notice a few rubs that seemed like missing people...an orange two tailed rug...a blue rug...a pink rug...even two red and a grey rug.

"Tails, Sonic, Amy, knuckles, Nick Wilde, and Judy Hopps? Nah just a coincidence" Raymond chuckled to himself as he used a small handheld vacuum to clean them completely.

He cleaned the rooms and noticed Nightshade and his boyfriend eyeing him with lust...normally this wouldn't disturb him but something was odd...and scary!

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Raymonds new job part 2

Unbeknownst to Raymond there was a streaming set up, Nightshade and his boyfriend were about to show off their collection to their audience, a live stream the investigators did not know about.

However while Nightshade tackled Raymond to the ground the boyfriend began the stream, a live streamed snuff of the femboy maid.

"What an idiot, he's going to lose his job and his life on the same day" one of the audience members put in chat.

Many of them asked for Raymond to be skullfucked to death, that was the plan but they both chuckled and moved the cameras to record his big fluffy ears and paws.

"Please..." Was all the femboy with two different eye colors could get out before he felt a strong pressure inside of his ears.

The two killers already had their cocks out and was rubbing against his ear drums, destroying them in the process.

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Your work is awesome

The Month of Flames quickly came & went, & I waited with great excitement for the 1st of the Month of Gold. When the hour arrived, I stilled my heart, face, & loins, for such visible delight is unbecoming of one of my station. Dragons do not become excited.

When I arrived, my sacrifice wasn't even chained up! Willing indeed. She faced me stoicly, managing to keep back tears, presumably tears of wonderment at my magnificence. I scooped her up & brought her back to my lair.

She was silent the entire time on the flight back. Not even her forced stripping & bathing prompted any response. Disappointing. One of the things I love about humans is how talkative they are. Cows don't threaten to kill you or beg for their lives when you're balls deep in them. That's why humans are the most fun animals to rape!

But not this one. So disappointing.

But what is her silence if not a challenge? She thought she was more powerful than I, that she could get through this without delighting her host with conversation. Insolent bitch!

So while I scrubbed her with my claws, I shoved one up her cunt. She yelped & bit her tongue to avoid further satisfying me. The spring's water turned a ruddy pale pink as blood leaked from the injuries I just gave her deep inside her womanhood. I have myself made great study of physic & natural philosophy of anatomy of the human, &, though it may not look it from the outside, my little fingering had permanently ruined her value.

She was a virgin before, of course, but no longer. Even if she escaped now, she would limp badly for the rest of her life. Sex would forever be agony for her, & her torn slit wouldn't feel much good for any human man either. If a cleric intervened now, she might get off with only minor damage & difficulty walking. 50% chance she's now infertile, 5% chance her slit completely closes up in the coming years.

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Thought this was dead, can't wait to see what happens next.

wow

Eagerly awaiting the turning point!

1 year bump?

A very fun story! Thank you!

Damn. I read The Farm years ago, but I didn't know about the prequel until now.

It's got a lot of typos, and it's quite a bit darker than what I usually like, but this has cemented Eficient as one of the top 10 guro writers in my mind. Excellent emotional intensity.

>>28167
Yes, this one is a bit darker than The Farm, glad you liked it.

And as for the typos, they are my eternal enemy. I only studied English in high school (its my second language), and the rest I learned on my own, there is a lot that was very hard for me to learn, and spellchecking can only go so far, especially back then...

Cringe

Greetings to the author.
I read the prequel. And I really liked it. It certainly reveals the characters from an unexpected angle. But... it raises quite a few questions.

Am I correct in assuming that Valerie was 14 at the time of her death? Andy gave birth to her at 15.
And at the time of the main story -
Merle - 55
Andy - 29
Jessica - 33

Then, how old were Andy, Jessica, and Merle's parents if the age difference between the first and last is 26 years?

Also, does that mean Merle branded his sisters when they were 14? Then in the video Valerie watched, her aunt is younger, right?

>>28225
Yes, you are correct, Andy was 14 in the story (15 when she gave birth), Merle was 40 in the prequel and 55 in the farm.

I never developed their parent, though I usually write a very short bio for most characters or relations, didn't think it was necessary.

As for the branding, yes, and the video, also yes, it was filmed before she got pregnant!

>>28049
Thank you for the feedback. I'm really happy to read your thoughts!
Regarding the intimacy, that comes with eating girl meat, I think that depends on the way a girl is slaughtered. If she deliberately registers for industrial processing at one of the plants there's no place for that I think. But when she goes to a local butcher, like in Edward Hyde's wonderful story "Sole Food" for example that's an entirely different thing. Actually I have an idea for a similar story, that's about a butcher who takes pride in displaying information about every girl he has on display and wants to get to know them a little before he slaughters them, so he can tell the customers a little bit about their lives.

Oh, a new butcher story with that idea sounds amazing to me! Incidentally, Sole Food was one of my favorite Edward Hyde stories. But I do wish there could have been additional focus on the girl's fillet at the end and that the butchering process was a bit more sensual. But the option for the protagonist to watch the process as if it was a normal thing was a nice touch.

You're right about mass produced industrial butchering though, of course. There are many stories of this where it's well done, but none in the Sydney Universe, I think.

Incidentally, there is an Anime called the Promised Neverland which aligns quite nicely with Edward Hyde's stories. I would recommend it for someone who likes this genre.

> Good idea with the last sentence! I think I'll add it.

Speaking of it, I just had a thought, maybe "approving gaze" would be even better. But either way, thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed my little addition!

I just finished reading it, and I liked it. I don't usually write about what happens afterwards or about the families, but I liked that perspective, its a nice point of view, and it was well written, congrats!

>>28169
Thank you so much! :) I actually have an idea for a sequel, so I might revisit this fun little family sometime in the future.

I came up with this fantasy this morning and wrote it down. It's not long, and it's not in the same world as my Susan story above, but it does have some similar themes: casual free use, casual cannibalism, people being bought and sold, etc...

I suppose it could take place in an earlier version of that same timeline, after sexual free use and cannibalism start, but before animals all get endangered, people stop eating plants, and the murder system becomes so formalized.

The same goes for the "Butt Cookies" short story above, with that being before cannibalism starts, shortly after some regions start to embrace sexual free use.

If we want to squeeze them all into one setting and start doing the whole timeline thing, that is. It's not what I was thinking about while writing these two, but looking back, it could work. I simply wrote these two as one-off short stories.

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Peter's driving to the grocery store to get a few things and bringing his daughter Samantha along with him. She's happily bouncing on his lap, pretending to be the one steering the car.

Sam's mother had been purchased by Peter from this same grocery store many years ago and served him as a slave for seven years before being roasted for a holiday family reunion. Prior to that, she was a customer at the grocery store, and after she paid for a cart full of groceries, the register's lights flashed that she'd been selected. She was immediately tied up, wrapped in cellophane from the neck down, and had a price stapled to her left breast, through the cellophane, above the nipple. The groceries she paid for were simply put back on te shelves to be repurchased by another customer. Peter found her on the shelf the very next morning.

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An answer I gave in a PM on a message board on another website that I posted my Grocery Store story on:

If Samantha had not been taken right away, it's highly probable that someone else passing by would've taken her. Owning another person is expensive, but sought after, so finding a freebie like Sam is something anyone would jump on.

If she beat the odds and was still in the store when it closed, she'd become property of the store, just like Peter did. Being younger, there's more potential for her, so her price would be higher. If not purchased, since she's smaller, she could be sold whole as a meat item, since she would be able to fit in a standard size oven, something adults cannot do.

Also, the rule applies at the moment of closing, even for customers who're already on line to buy their groceries, or who have their cart halfway out the door. People in this world are quickly accepting of their fate, whether they're becoming a slave or being murdered for their meat, but they still try to avoid landing in such situations while they still have their freedom.

While free, Peter would've kept Sam in his sight at almost all times to ensure no one kidnaps her, but if someone managed to while his back was turned (like if the first guy who fucked him near the meat counter had walked off with Sam), his response would be a simple "Oh well..." with a shrug. (The guy didn't primarily because there were too many people around that could've seen him take her, which prevents it.)

The man who took her can do whatever he wants with her, just like her father could've when he still had her. Being her Master or her parent aren't all that different, so she simply accepts this new man in place of Peter. She was trained to be a very obedient slave, so she'll make a good slave to her new Master as well, both for sex and labor, until her new Master decides to kill or sell her; or until someone else kidnaps her, becoming her new new Master.

She could wind up gutted and in an oven that evening, be used to make a steady supply of new children for her Master to own, or any combination of a wide variety of possibilities. I purposely didn't get into it because this was the story of Peter's snuffing, not Sam's, and by leaving her fate open, I give the reader something to imagine.

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Here's an old one of mine... It's more of a written down fantasy than a story, but it's what got me started with writing to begin with about 5-6 years ago.

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First a beautiful woman offers me her life to take and her body to eat. While making love to her just as she starts to climax, I put my hands around her neck and squeeze. When someone can't breathe, they get a high that can expand their orgasm to last longer and feel stronger. (Also, her spasms and clenching should feel great around my cock.) Her last feeling ever is this climax as she goes unconscious.

Then I put her in the tub and slit her femoral arteries (and probably a few others). Since she's still alive, just unconscious, her heart should pump away a lot of her blood. When it stops flowing, I do CPR on her, to force her heart to pump out the rest of her blood. Before letting the blood drain from the tub, I add bleach to it. This dilutes it and prevents anything in the drainage system from smelling like rotting blood. I wash off both myself & her body in the shower after this. This includes using shampoo on her hair and washing out all the blood.

By this point, I would likely be quite horny again, and I'm very curious as to how sex with a corpse feels, so I'd have sex with her again, and clean her out once more.

Next, I remove her head and set it aside in the sink, facing me so I can see her pretty face while I work (and so it kind of looks like she's watching). Carefully, I separate her skin from her meat, setting it aside to leatherize for bdsm toys (including floggers). I hear human skin isn't good for eating anyway. I gut and quarter her corpse, then butcher her into cuts of meat for the freezer. Some of her bones are also used for bdsm toys when possible (like canes or handles for other toys). By turning parts of her into toys, they're unrecognizable as human remains, but I know what they are, and would enjoy using parts from a woman's body on another woman during sexual play. Dead girlflesh striking against live girlflesh.

Of the remaining bone, I save whatever parts of the bones I can turn into gelatin (if possible). The rest would be baked in the oven until brittle & pulverized. Most of the internal organs are pushed through the garbage disposal (except the brain, which, while inedible, is useful for tanning the hide for leatherworking), which I also add occasional dashes of bleach to as I'm going. Her heart should be edible so I keep that as a cut of meat.

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Damn, first time I hear about GuroDate and it's already closed.

I randomly came across this and these stories certainly are interesting to say the least

Thanks!

The bet was on whether or not the girl they pick would suck him off despite having no warning. But it's not the first time my attempt at keeping things implicit didn't go well…

no, that was obviouse. He meant what were the forfites?

I don't know, it didn't seem important.

I wish this thread would come back to life. I know that it's a foolish hope but it's a hope nonetheless.

I really love the free use concept, it's a shame that there aren't more stories.

Does anybody want more of this? I'm happy to write as long as I get feedback that at least people are reading it. There's lots of details of daily sex with the subjects, executions and medical experiments!

I'm am of two conflicting thought about your comment, the first is that I thought you were writing worked, while the second is that guro is fucked up so that if it is bad for your mental health, don't.

It's just fantasy,and a harmless release for basic ferial instincts that we all have, and an interesting way to pass the time! Besides it is probably going on in more places in the world than we care to think, even with government participation!

Would love to see more!

I was still looking at the bodies of the mother and children when the commandant came by and patted me on the shoulder.

“Good job!,” he said. “I see you are going to fit in well. But that girl is still alive, finish her off.”

She was lying on her back, legs spread out towards me, giving me a clear view of her sex as if waiting for somebody to fuck her. I was tempted to fire right into her cunt, but I knew that would only satisfy my lust and no the commander's order to kill her, so I unloaded the magazine into her chest. She let out a moan as her back arched and parts of her breast tore off – a few seconds later the body lay still with no sign of breathing. She was dead.

“Come with me, I will show you around.”

He led me first into the medical building. Subjects were either siting on chairs in the waiting room or being examined tied down to gurneys. Naturally all were naked, as they would be for the rest of their stay on the island – nobody was going to risk being shot like the girl who refused after that graphic demonstration.

I was expecting the females to be getting intimate internal examinations, but what the nurses were doing to the boys raised my eyebrows. The nurses had fingered the boys' penises to erection and place a condom on them. I could see that the nurses were giving them a hand job until they shot off a load of cum into the condom. Then they tied the end of the condom, the labelled it to match the number on a bracelet that each subject had been given, and stored it in a drawer.

“Oh yes, you are probably wondering why they are jerking off the boys,” said the commandant.

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>>12437
Enjoy your stories man. Do you still write?

Small but good, like that little girl! ;)

>>11082
So fucking hot. I love the way the first little girl was snuffed by being hung from a chord around her pretty little neck, and the way the second little girl was murdered with the plastic bag before her murderer masturbated in her face.

Fucking little whores deserved to die

>>27796

stop being a fat faggot virgin please