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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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    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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    >>28635

    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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    >>24421
    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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    Heyo all, as you know - I love extreme cuntbusting. I like writing it too!

    If you'd like to have a custom cuntbusting story done, please drop me an email at [email protected]. Please put the subject as "Story Request" so I can filter it.

    It must be about cuntbusting, as soft or as hard as you want. No restrictions on the characters involved. No restrictions on the methods involved. Have fun with it!
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    >>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.
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    I see. In that case, can you also watch Return of the Living Dead, and add Trash's death to the list?
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    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.
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    I was just looking through my Factory folder, and re-discovered this, from an alternative timeline. I think I wrote it for someone, but I don't remember who. Anyway, I've tidied it up a bit and I think some of you might enjoy it.


    Emma's Wish


    In the shower, Kasia planted one hand against the glass and wriggled her butt against Bob as he fucked her from behind. He thought the newly installed mirrors were a pretty neat idea, and meant he could revel in her nubile curves as she strained on tip-toes to accommodate him.

    But now it was time. He reached for the knife he had stashed behind a shampoo bottle. Kasia didn't notice, her eyes half-closed in rapture. Bob watched the soapy bubbles joyously cascade over the curve of her breasts and happily meander down her soft belly before forlornly cascading from her lips.

    Her eyes sprang open in surprise when she felt the cold blade touch her neck. Then she smiled. "Oh Bob! that's so kink..."

    Words turned to gurgles and a smile turned to horror as bubbles turned to blood. Bob held her for a moment before gently letting her collapse into the tray, and watched, numb, as her life drained from her throat.

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    TAGS: BEHEADING, INCEST, SEMI-CONSENSUAL, F SOLO, F/F, NECROPHILIA, DEATHGASMS

    1 - Becky and Ben, and the things that have been

    Becky's palm stung, but the sudden realization that she should not have slapped her little brother stung a little more. She overbalanced and stumbled, and while Ben stood there unfazed but for the hand to his cheek, she somehow felt as though he had got the better of her.

    "A slap isn't an argument, Becky. If you want to have one after you calm down, I'll be in the barn."

    He left, just like that.

    Heat rushed through Becky's arms. Fury still burned in her heart. Guilt fought with it, and shame now, too. Partly because she had snapped and used violence during an argument. It was not the first time she had hit him, but it felt bad because that violence was exactly what she hated her father for. Unlike his, however, hers was comically ineffective. That was infuriating.

    Ben could have slapped her right back and been perfectly justified, and it would have knocked her down like she had wanted to do to him. She had wanted, so badly, to feel power over him, to disturb that calm self-assurance he had developed out of nowhere somewhere in the middle of high school.

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    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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    Eric was working on his computer when an alert flashed at the edge of the screen. Someone was trying to video chat with him. He answered the call, and his sister, Tiffany, appeared on the screen. She was four years younger than him and still lived at home with their parents on the family farm.

    “Oink, oink!” she said with a grin, offering no introduction.

    Eric had a good relationship with her, but she sometimes managed to annoy him.

    “Tiff, shouldn’t you be in bed? And what are you even talking about? What’s wrong with you?”

    “Nothing. I just thought, as a chef, I’d check on my piggy.”

    “Piggy? What are you talking about?”

    "I was cleaning and packing in your old room. I found a piece of paper with something interesting written on it. I'll quote it, okay? Oh... Mom, Dad, Tiffany... ... if you only knew how much more delicate I am than animals. ... Hang me up, watch me squirm, then cut me into pieces. Does that sound familiar?" the girl asked, holding up the piece of paper to the camera.

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    Wow, and awesome story! Thank you so much for writing it.
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    This is not a story, but rather a link to an academic book on the real occurrences of socially accepted cannibalism in the past. I found it a fascinating read. It's not gore, but it's full of people being purchased or captured and then killed and eaten. Such things happened, and the book describes not only how, but also asks why and how such practices could become widely accepted in some societies during certain times and circumstances.

    Edible People
    The Historical Consumption of Slaves and Foreigners and the Cannibalistic Trade in Human Flesh
    by Christian Siefkes
    Berghahn Books, September 2022
    392 pages, 20 illus., bibliog., index

    From the description on https://www.berghahnbooks.com/title/SiefkesEdible :

    While human cannibalism has attracted considerable notice and controversy, certain aspects of the practice have received scant attention. These include the connection between cannibalism and xenophobia: the capture and consumption of unwanted strangers. Likewise ignored is the connection to slavery: the fact that in some societies slaves and persons captured in slave raids could be, and were, killed and eaten. This book explores these largely forgotten practices and ignored connections while making explicit the links between cannibal acts, imperialist influences and the role of capitalist trading practices. These are highly important for the history of the slave trade and for understanding the colonialist history of Africa.

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    Great thread! Is there any scholarship on the veracity of these stories?
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    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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    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]
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    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
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    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_incidents_of_cannibalism
    and
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_cannibalism
    are also worth checking out.
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    Africans..
    Eugh
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    I thought I should make my own thread under my own name, already made the sequel to the assassin over on Straight shota, the one with the leather G strings over on gay shota and made the opening posts on straight and lesbian Loli.

    Gregorys Breach (FNAF Security Breach)

    Cbt, anal rape, foot licking, animatronic on human fucking, hard and soft vore, foot masturbation, decapitation, head and feet plaque, mutilation

    Gregory was sneaking through the hallways of the back area of the Pizza Plex when a water pipe burst open, drenching him and Freddy. Freddy's hatch broke and all of Gregorys clothing was drenched

    "Damn, just what I need" The messy haired boy stated, Freddy noticed that he was shivering. His first instinct was to let him into the heated inside of himself to dry off but his hatch wouldn't respond.

    "My hatch is non operational, you should hide behind some boxes while I get repaired and find you some dry cloths" Freddy stated "First we should get you out of those" He added.

    Gregory was nervous but sighed "Fine…I hope no one sees me" Gregory replied as he stripped himself nude.

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    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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