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    /g, /f??, autobiographical, mindbreak i guess?

    This is the thread i'll be transcribing my journal to. I haven't posted to /lit before so pls tell me if i'm doing anything wrong. Sensitive information will be censored/altered for privacy reasons.

    DISCLAIMER: This is not a fantasy or sandbox work, this is real shit I wrote about when I was suffering a lot. I don't really care what you do with that information, if the reality of it gets your rocks off then I'm ok if you coom or laugh at my suffering, but I just thought I'd let people know in the unlikely circumstance that it causes a moral concern.
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    I was hospitalised "against my will" last night. After I was apprehended by police in the early afternoon, they informed me that I was under Section 22 of the Mental Health Act, based on my previous actions and behaviours, which required me to be hospitalised and further reviewed by a mental professional. Because I have not been diagnosed with anything by said assessment, nor have I been detained due to one of my disorders, I believe I classify as an involuntary and mentally disordered patient.

    So far I've only met and interacted with two people, J Patient and AM Patient, I think they're both ----teen, but I know AM is. It's easy for me to remember their names because of AM, my old 'friend' from school, who I'm pretty sure also had some mental health issues but I don't know that for sure. And J as in (Vtuber name) just because that's my own silly dumbass way of thinking.

    "Something something something "Rubbing a blob of Play-Doh against a cheese grater""
    -Funny Raccooneggs quote

    I immediately clocked a girl who looked like Natsuki (Because she looked like Natsuki, because of the way she had her hair) who I now know her name is N.

    I hope to become fast friends with the people here, especially since I think I might be spending a lot of time here.

    I can't draw but I'll try to give a visual representation of some of the things I think about. I'll also provide a summary in English with any information I feel is relevant for the psychologists, just in case they want to look through this.


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    The Microwave (Extreme tit destruction!)

    The Microwave : By Johny Guro

    This is an old story. But just reposting to see if anyone would be interested in any thing more like this in the future.

    Andrea "Asia" Hogan had grown up in completely obscure midtown America, having no clue that she was only born to be a human guinea pig 18 years later. So without having that knowledge she managed to grow up to be an average teenage girl. She had always been quiet and shy, not having any brothers or sisters will do that to a child, but of course she was an only child for a reason.

    Sure she made friends throughout the years, but her parents constantly moved so none of the friends really stayed permanent, again something that had been looked into 18 years ago. And now this was the day. Andrea woke up groggy. Her eyes slightly opened to adjust to the bright beaming lights.

    "Huh... Where am I?" She asked quietly as her eyes continued adjusting. It was when she tried to move her arm when she finally woke up. "Wait! What!" She cried as she shot up out of the bed, with her hands handcuffed behind her back.

    This was the first time Andrea realized that she was no longer in her bedroom and that she was in some serious trouble. The room she was empty except for the bed she was in and the four clean metal walls that surrounded her.

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    A Centauress Dances Pt. 1

    Henry sighed and scratched his head as he looked over the day's list. A single convict, one Marianne Shelley, age 21, a rap sheet extending to her early teens, a short life spent on sin and vice. But if it were only as simple as it sounded. She was a centauress, 1100 pounds of equine muscle and bone mated to a humanoid upper torso and head. He'd never done a centauress before, in fact he'd never even seen one before today. They were rare as hens teeth in the near tropical Neutral Economic and Military Cooperation Zone, their ancestral lands being far north of the equator, along the windblown steppes of the Great Grass Ocean.

    Marianne had drifted down to the NEMCZ, lured by the siren songs of easy marks, cheap synthetic opioids, and handsome men. Within a week of arriving she was on the docket after she had drunkenly trampled a fellow prostitute to death during a heated argument. The verdict came down fast, Murder in the 1st degree and a date with the noose within the month.

    The weight of her body ruled out any form of long drop hanging, as the gallows were constructed and rated with only standard biped humans, orcs, elfs, and dwarves in mind.

    Which had left him with only one real option. He modified the transport truck with an extended height bed and removed the trapdoor on the gallows platform. The plan for the day? Back the truck up underneath the gallows with the convict restrained on the bed, noose her, then drive away, leaving her to asphyxiate with a good foot of clearance from her hooves to the ground. With some skilful knot placement around her neck, the convict would hopefully lose consciousness within 10 seconds. Short, quick, and relatively easy.

    He glanced at his watch. An hour and thirty minutes before the scheduled execution. It was time to gather Marianne from her cell.
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    Perhaps, maybe a group hanging with some orcesses and elves side by side.
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    OK I will be waiting here! :) Please hang them topless!
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    >>27553

    Isnt Internet beautiful? Or fucked up?
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    Limp Legs

    0600, 12/23/01
    NEMCZ Correctional Facility #12
    Executioner on Duty: Sheryl Hempley
    Convicts processed: 4
    Inmate #127: Riley Tzuchamanee, age 26
    A half human, half-orc woman, she was convicted after beating a young man to death for groping her. The young man had been the son of a senior administrative apparatchik.
    Inmate #129: Zika Guurjachis, age 34
    A full blooded orc woman, convicted after aiding a terror group in an attack on a mall that killed 56.
    Inmate #135: Heather Fawless, age 18
    A young goblin girl, convicted after killing a john who had solicited her services, but witheld pay. Her conviction had aroused some controversy due to her age (she had been a minor when convicted), petite looks, and the circumstances of her crime. She may well have been able to get a reduced sentence, if not for the fact that deceased john had held some authority and influence in the government, and the powers that be were very touchy about any anti-government elements.

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    I am eager to read this but for some reason the post just won’t open for me
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    Andrea is only 17 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 boyshorts 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 17 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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    Just wanted to mention that I usually write these stories for myself and myself only.

    I totally get that not everyone is into everything I am into.

    Mostly with the bra thing (yes, I have an obsession with bras, girls saying the word 'bra' and so and so on)

    But more over, I am starting to focus my stories around an overarching theme.

    The theme is that any girl between the ages of 13-17 who is under 110 pounds and has a bra size between 32d-36ddd's deserves to die.

    Not only die, but have her boobs destroyed in the most painful way possible, and make her suffer till the very last second.

    Also, I LOVE the idea that it's the girl's own mother who wants to destroy her daughter's tits and torture and kill her daughter.

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    0/10
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    Again, didnt write it for anyone but me.

    I will work on something more for everyone though
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    I really thought I made up my mind
    Hopped in the car and put it in drive
    I tried to leave like a hundred times
    But something's stopping me every time, oh
    Faking a smile while we're breaking apart
    Oh, I never, never, never meant to take it this far
    Too late to save me, so don't even start
    Oh, you never meant to hurt me, but you're making it hard
    Don't tell me that you're gonna miss me
    Just tell me that you wanna kill me
    Don't say that you love me 'cause it hurts the most
    You just gotta let me go
    I really thought this was for the best

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    It was just too good to last. Polaris is no more.

    http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/

    If anyone has a collection of stories from the site, this would be the best place to dump them.

    For those who don't know, Polaris was a master of the dark and twisted. Many of his stories, and the stories that he hosted, featured dark and brutal scenes of torture, often on children, sometimes even infants. He also had a penchant for scat, WS, abortion, incest, rape, and pretty much everything else you could think of.

    Also ITT, discuss Polaris and his stories, and the stories he hosted. Truly a unique man with a unique talent.

    Feel free to move this to /dis/ if it fits better there.
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    There is a line that sperates fantasy from reality. I don't understand why I am into this type of fan fiction, but Have liked it most of my life. I remember the first time that I was found interest in aggressive and strong sadistic women, was when I was 8 and watched the movie last house on the left. The scene where they raped the two girls and had a women accomplice who enjoyed the rapes and murders, have always been a turn on to me. Ever since then I have been stuck. In early 2001 I found Polaris website and realized that I wasn't alone in this fantasy. It was a bit of a relief because I didn't feel alone anymore…. No one deserves to suffer in real life, but fantasy is not real and it cannot hurt anyone… That is why I loved Polaris site so much, it was a platform for stories such as these…. Anyway thanks fore reading this message….
    Plus if anyone can find the story sister betrayed and family united part 2 I appreciate it….
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    >>21531

    Thanks for your sharing. I guess, I'm like-spirited as you described it. I remember well that I was fascinated by watching a sadistic way of behaving already in my younger years. I always preferred to fantasize about being in the victims role and being overpowered by mischievous subjects who experienced excitement and joy by screwing somebody up. And I remember having this preference at an early age already. In my adolescence, about 13-14 years of age and over, my phatasies became intertwined with the sexual awakening in that age. So, the idea of cruel, sadistic, aggressive-voluptuous young women and a personal sexual arousal is intertwined in my brain ever since.

    I didn't know the movie you mentioned. I watched a short trailer, a yeah, I can imagine that there are scenes who match with the topic/preference quite well. In my case, I remember best "James Bond - Golden Eye". The female enemy in that story plays with her skills of seduction and temptation and she really enjoys killing her victims. She's ice-cold and burning hot at the same time. And in those years, there were the movies "Basic Instinct" or "Wild things". I've never seen them completely, but I know that they contain these scenes where someone is brutally at the mercy of a young playful and destructive female.

    I found Polaris' website years ago, more than a decade I guess. Today, I regret that I never wrote him in those days, to give an encouraging feedback and to thank for the effort.
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    I found a small handful of Polaris' work on this site, but it looks like it's largely lost to time. Does anyone know any other backups?

    https://littlesally666.com/the-pixie-2-by-polaris/
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    >>27761

    Some of them have been posted on AO3, at https://archiveofourown.org/users/The_OG_Polaris/pseuds/The_OG_Polaris
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    ty! I found a seemingly functional archive http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Polaris/www/main.htm
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    Lit's been a bit quiet, so going to try out a new story.
    Expect Loli, Rape, Assorted Non-Con and Semi-Con, deaths in each short chapter, and more degeneracy as the story goes on.


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    Cecil did not know how she became immortal. The day she died, she simply woke up once more. She might have been twelve or thirteen – she could hardly count the days to know for sure – when her uncle dragged her out of the cellar with an empty bottle of liquor in hand.

    He screamed and cursed and called his sister a useless whore, as he tore off her rags and forced his hard cock to tear through her tiny cunt. This much was normal for him, as he dragged her out to rape her every time he lost at cards, or injured himself at work, his drink tasted like piss, or whatever else had angered him that day.

    Since the day her mother died and left her behind, it was either staying in his cellar or dying as an orphan, and so she wound up abandoned in this basement, eating soggy bread and the slop he referred to as soup, drinking filthy water, pissing and shitting into a hole dug in a corner of the dirt floor that she slept on most nights.

    Whatever her hair might have looked like years prior, now it was browned by dirt, her flat chest, tiny body, and hairless crotch covered by nothing but a burlap rag that was torn until it was barely more than a few loose strips of cloth.

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    A few starting chapters to get the concept across. Not sure if I will have time to add more, do not have a clear idea of where the story will go, only loose ideas. Open to suggestions, but no guarantees about using any of them.
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    I love it! For a second I thought she could be an Immortal like in Highlander, especially when the beheading was avoided in the beginning. But after the bear trap... :D Anyway, IWould love to read more!
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    (4)

    Late at night, Cecil ran through the forest with all her might.

    Though she technically hadn’t slept for well over 24 hours now, she strangely didn’t feel especially sleepy, nor even the exhaustion of her muscles burning after running that same morning. She had pondered whether this came as a result of her dying and waking up again, but at the moment, she didn’t have the luxury of stopping to think.

    When she tried to sleep, Cecil could do nothing more than lay down on a pile of leaves. She lacked the skills needed to climb into a tree or make any temporary shelter, but discomfort was nothing new. The howling that woke her not long after she began to doze off, however, carried a primal fear.

    Under the light of the full moon seeping through the treetops, she sprinted even as she tripped and stumbled over roots and branches, motivated by the impending death stalking her from behind.

    Her right foot caught on a vine, and she fell to the ground, rolling forward and trying to scramble back to her feet, but her ankle refused to support even her meager weight. Now, the wet snarling came from directly above her.

    Rolling over, she came face-to-face with a colossal black wolf. Standing over a meter tall and three meters in length, although it was nowhere near large enough to swallow her whole, she could easily believe the children’s stories her mother had once told her about small children who wandered alone being devoured by the monsters.

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    I really like this concept!
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    (5)

    The forest began to thin out not long after that, and the loose trees made way for rolling hills. However, though Cecil was glad for the change of scenery, she already knew she wasn’t safe, merely about to encounter different dangers. The wolves and bears may not leave the forest, but other creatures were always out there, and of course, any other people were by no means likely to be friendly.

    She could see a river meandering through the hills from a distant mountain, and with no particular destination, decided to make her way towards it. Even though she seemed fine without eating or drinking for a few days, she was still getting thirsty as she kept walking for hours. Evidently, if she wasn’t going to die, she would still need to drink to keep moving.

    Of course, if she was willing to kill herself, that could be circumvented, but Cecil wasn’t sure if she had the means to reliably finish herself off. The worst thing she could do to herself would be to leave herself crippled from a failed attempt, suffering yet unable to end her life to save herself.

    Unfortunately for Cecil, she immediately realized that would not be an issue today, as she saw a small creature crest the hill just fifty meters ahead of her. A tiny thing, the size of a toddler, with dark green skin, commonly called a goblin.

    It saw her just as she saw it, and it let out a screech. Then there were two, then twenty, then fifty. She turned and began running. They were not smart creatures, and even a child could strangle one to death but they were persistent, numerous, and a girl getting caught by them met a fate described as ‘worse than death’. Whether or not that was an exaggeration, she would still prefer not to experience it.

    However, the excited screeching was steadily growing closer, not further away no matter how much she ran. Cecil glanced backwards just in time to see a creature bounding across the ground like a rabbit to leap at her neck. Its thin claws dug into her side as it clung onto her, almost knocking her off balance, until she drove her own borrowed claw through its head, and the tiny thing fell away with a dying scream.

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    Just a little something I started this morning in readiness for the new rules! I've not abandoned the others, just had this beginning in my head so wanted to get it down. Enjoy!

    Pt 1

    After her shower in the hotel bathroom, twenty year old Elizabeth looked at her naked body in the mirror, her flame-red hair hanging in long, wet rat-tails around her shoulders. She cupped her large, round breasts and looked at them thoughtfully. She knew that is was these that had gained her popularity at college as well as earning her the nickname Jessica after Jessica Rabbit. She was also under no illusion that they had helped to land her this job in the first place but now they were going to be responsible for her death. Well, she admitted to herself, not just her breasts. She turned her back towards the mirror and looked over her shoulder, admiring her nice juicy rump which was sure to be a major attraction at the feast if the negotiations went well.

    Elizabeth was a junior researcher at a production company specialising in anthropological documentaries and the presenter she worked most closely with was hoping to pull off the scoop of the century! The cannibal tribes of the Dolcett Islands had been known about for some time but no film crews had ever been permitted to visit. Months of patient negotiation and exchange of gifts had resulted in her boss gaining the permission of the islanders to visit and film them for three days but the broadcasters who would carry the film were concerned that showing the native women cooked would be deemed exploitative. An agreement had been reached that, for balance, an English woman would be shown cooked and eaten by the islanders alongside any natives who may be shown. That is where Elizabeth came in. She remembered the mix of shock and excitement she had felt when she had been called into her boss’s office and told the vitally important role she was being asked to play. She had taken the afternoon to think about it but, before going home from work that day, she had returned to her boss’s office and agreed. After all, this was an opportunity to be part of history!

    She could not deny that she had been fascinated by the idea of cannibalism since she was a small girl. There was, she knew, a girl in America campaigning for the practice to be legalised but she didn’t reckon on that getting very far any time soon and she was sure that, if it ever were to become legal, she would be far too old by then for anyone to have much interest in her meat.

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    The clock on the dressing table told Elizabeth she had just under thirty minutes to be ready and down at the dock. Like the rest of the crew, she has flown to the nearest city to the Dolcett Islands the day before and spent the night there. A small chartered boat would be taking them the rest of the way. She sat and dried her thick red hair with the hair-dryer, a towel wrapped around her chest and barely falling lower than her hips. Not that it mattered much now, of course.

    Once her hair was dry, she rubbed a little moisturiser on her skin like she did after every shower and applied a little antiperspirant. It was a strange feeling, preparing to meet a group of people to whom she was going to be given as food but this is what she had agreed to after all!

    She wrangled her impressive breasts into a sturdy bra, lamenting that she had been unable to wear anything cute and lacy since she was fifteen, and pulled on her panties. Her outfit had been chosen to be camera-friendly as well as comfortable of course, since the whole journey would form part of the eventual documentary, so it consisted of tight khaki shorts, a button-down shirt designed to be tied at the front revealing her midriff and long socks under hiking boots. All she needed, she giggled to herself as she looked in the mirror, was one of those funny hats and she’d look just like an explorer out of a 1950s comic strip! Although, she realised, that was probably the point as they often seemed to end up in a cannibal’s pot!

    The pretty young redhead had no idea how she would be cooked, assuming they even accepted her which she somehow felt sure that they would, and that idea was very exciting. Her boss had taught her a few key words and phrases in the language of the islanders but she was far from fluent. Not that it really mattered as she was sure nobody expected meat to be especially chatty!

    After one final glance around the room to check she’d not forgotten anything, Elizabeth slung her bag over her shoulder and headed down to the lobby where she found a few of the camera and sound crew milling around. They seemed happy to see her and gave a friendly wave. She went to join them and a few minutes later, her boss emerged from the elevator and greeted them all in the warm, fatherly voice that he was known for. Each carrying a couple of bags, the small party headed out and down to the dock where the rest of the crew were waiting with the heavier equipment. It was not long before the boat arrived and they were all helped safely aboard.

    The view was lovely as they made the three-hour crossing to the island but Elizabeth felt restless. It was not her impending death that bothered her, she had made her peace with that long ago and was rather looking forward to it, but rather it was the strange feeling of having nothing to do. As an intern, she was used to having to run around after everyone else, making notes, fetching coffee, running this or that errand on demand but on this journey she had no role. She had come along as, essentially, a prop and, as such, had no jobs other than to look pretty and eventually get eaten!

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    This looks great. I'm looking forward to more!
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    Promising. I like it.
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    Is it alright if I (attempt to) continue it, despite not being the original author? This has too much potential for it to go to waste.
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    "Yes, continue the story with my blessing!"
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    My name is Josh Smith I am a young wrestler who is average highest
    and buff my stage name is whip lash and I was apart of a professional wrestling association who's main focus is snuff. It's called the NSW

    The rules are as followed:

    Sexual entertainment is required and someone must die at the end.

    Everything is measured by points if you don't outright snuff your opponent.

    If your a male cumming inside and making her cum is how you gain points. For a female you have to make him cum out side.

    If you win by points you can perform a execution where one shot weapons are allowed and your opponent has to do everything you want.


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    My next fight was against a BBW bombshell named Big Betty or BB in the ring. She was 6ft and looked hefty, although most of it was clearly her thick thighs and large breasts.

    I was scripted to win but this time they didn't give me a death method so I had to get creative.

    As I entered the locker room I saw Betty putting on her cow suit which was a one piece with cow spots on it.

    "What you did to Miss Stacks was amazing she would have loved it when you do me can you make it unique, give me a death that fits me" Betty said shaking my hands and smiling.

    "I got a couple ideas to kill your fat ass" I said putting my hand on her belly fat and jiggling it up and down. She giggled and blushed.

    The announcer called both our names and we decided to run out together. As we got in the ring she had this competitive look in her eyes she was going pu on a good show.

    We started with the usual moveset of running around sending each other to the floor but I wanted to give a show. So when Betty got us into a 69 position and started sucking my dick I instead smelled her ass and waved my head refusing to dig in. The crowd roared with laughter but Betty had a hurt look in her eyes that I would do that and make fun of her.

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    The network was so impressed with my performance that they allowed me to bring big Betty home and have her body hanging from a noose above my bed.

    I was greeted with the sight of her pussy when I woke up. The network knew i was still a newbie but wanted to give me a challenge.

    It was a unscripted fight but I was still slated to win. They scheduled a match between me and smelly mistress. She was a woman of high class and taste with a rocking body. She was also rich so she could afford special privileges for example she was chemically treated so no matter what situation her body would produce a great odor so powerful that weaker people were knocked out. If she was ever killed her body would make a nauseous gas to make her attacker gag and tear up.

    She was unable to eat in restaurants or go to movies because she would stink up the whole building. Snuff skunks all over the world looked up to her.

    The first time I met her was when they said they wanted promo pictures for the fight.

    She was dressed in a all black battle suit with a skunk butt plug for decorations. She made the whole building stink.

    "Well darling how have you decided to kill me" she said hopping into my arms for the picture.

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    Every once and a while we got to meet our fans and if they paid enough money they could even wrestle with us.

    Most fans enjoyed dying by their idols hand. Or sought out the person who killed their idol to take revenge or die like them.

    I never fought a fan before but my next fight was scheduled to be a fan match.

    The girl in question was a fan of big Betty but after watching me kill her decided she wanted to be my fan.

    When I walked in the locker room I spotted her she was very large girl dressed in a pigs outfit with a nose hook and I could see why she loved Betty very much.

    "Look I came to either kill you for taking my heroes life or to die by your hand with as much honor as I can" she growled at me.

    I could tell she was nervous.

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    After that semi loving display of snuffing a fan the director's wanted me to turn it up a notch so they scheduled my next fight with lady dictator. Who was a ruthless woman rumors had swirled around her apparently she liked mocking her opponents she got off on it her signature move was the fart bomb where she would fart on your face until you suffocated. She was well shaped with a Russian accent and dark hair and thick Russian ass which she would slap during fights. Her dress consisted of spats and a sports bra with no elaborate details.

    The first time I met her was in the locker room. She had a look of distaste and disgust.

    "Well look what we have here a disgusting excuse for a man" she tried to insult me I heard she got off on that. But I also knew that she hated affection she was here to fight not make love.

    Knowing this I smiled and approached her.

    "You're so very pretty if it wasn't for this pesky business I'd think I would have fell in love with you". She blushed and looked away.

    "Would you want to die in my lap like pig girl I'll make sure to treat you with the same care". I said slyly and cracked a award winning smile.

    She growled at me blushing and I could smell her embarrassed farts and toots. Which I thought was so cute she passed gas whenever she was embarrassed and that was hilarious.

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    Hey everyone, I'm proud to present you my very first story here. Or at least, the first fully developed one.
    I hope you enjoy it.
    I currently have 2 chapters written, but I could write more if there is demand for it, either as the following part of the story or as other stories in the same universe.
    Constructive criticism is welcome, but if you do, please do not turn this thread into yet another insults competition or flame war thread. If you disagree, you disagree and that's it.

    Tags: loli, semi-cons, non-cons, rape, oral, anal, vaginal, gore, torture, disemboweling, evisceration, pussy destruction, choking, bondage, possibly more to come

    Chapter 1: A thorough cavity search

    "You stop right here!"
    The two girls started running, but were quickly caught on by the policemen and ended up lying on the floor, roughly immobilized.
    "Name and age!" shouted one of the policemen, a sergeant.
    "Please let me go. You're hurting me! " tried to plea one of the girls.

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    >>25311

    I initially planned to release it this weekend, but I've decided to rework a few things on the next chapter, so it might be a few days.
    Especially since I've been writing the start of another story in parallel.
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    Huh, with that bump, I just realized I've been sitting on an unfinished 6k words chapter 2 for years at this point.

    I keep starting with new story ideas that end up developing into way too complex stories that I never finish and publish.

    I've just started a new one, but maybe some day, I should actually finish chapter 2, shouldn't I ?
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    You should, indeed.
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    I think that you should, but of course I won't try and force you to continue it if you can't find the motivation to finish it.
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    To be quite honest, I had forgotten I hadn't finished that story.
    I took a look, some parts need serious rework, but I think I'll try to finish it.
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    Reposting my first guro story upon request with some grammatical corrections; original 2013 content is untouched in the interest of not George Lucasing myself.

    I'll post one chapter every day for the next few weeks so that no one gets overwhelmed. You should have the entire thing by late December/early January. If you want it sooner, email me and I'll send you the PDF.

    Obligatory disclaimer: Summermount is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any of the crimes committed in this story--not even the ones committed by the good guys. He does, however, condone the befriending of cats. That is a positive thing.

    Summermount


    For Gurochan, by Andlex



    Erica and Dani



    Bart sat on a roof and observed his target through binoculars. Her name was Erica Winters, a fifteen-year-old sophomore in Summermount High. There was something about her that fascinated him, something that beckoned him. Presently, she sat close to her little sister on the hotel bed, watching TV. From his vantage point, Bart could only see her top half—she wore a tight white T-shirt with no bra, shoulder-length blond hair and tan skin still wet from a dip in the pool. The girls' balcony covered her lower half—the hotel was one of Summermount's tallest buildings, and Bart had to settle for the roof of a far shorter apartment a quarter-mile away.


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    Andlex, did you ever write a story involving a haunted basement and a pair of murderer girls? One was described as mousey and the story was told from the perspective of the other one. Eventually the mousey girl gets to enjoy being killed by her lover, who then moves to Dolcett as part of a pact with the ghost haunting the house, before coming back in her later years to kill herself and finally join her love.

    If so, where could I find it?
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    I wouldn't even classify this as guro persay. Obviously it's guro but it's just really well written.

    0/10 for killing Kayla >:
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    Hey, Andlex, if you're still here, could you also repost Queenslayer? I can't seem to find it anywhere.

    I have the old version (with the first version of the ending) saved on my hard drive, but not the final version.
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    Seconded! I never even got to read the ending. I was following that story when gurochan died one time or another, and I don't recall ever getting to see it through
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    So, here is a short story I managed to write, the first in a few years, hope somebody likes it

    MMM+/f, semi-cons, throating, gangbang, anal, noose, snuff

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    “Are you going to run?” David asked as he looked into the trunk of his car.

    Inside, Lily shivered uncontrollably from the cold. She was naked, except for a pair of black pantyhose David had left on when he stripped her clothes off. Her hands were zip-tied behind her back, and her body folded into a fetal position to fit inside the trunk of the car.

    She was terrified of him, and for a moment, the idea of running crossed her mind, but as she looked outside, all she could see was darkness.

    “No…” she said meekly a moment later.

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    try
    https://archiveofourown.org
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    Thanks man, I will look into it.

    I finished another story recently, about hucows, I wonder if anyone is interested in it.
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    post all your stories here miss yout stories
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    DEFINITELY still interested. If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, yes please post it!
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    I will post it here if I ever have a new site, but uploading every story one by one is a lot of work, we will see.

    I just uploaded the story I mentioned, go check it out

    https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/27986.html
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    The Butcher’s Guide to Girl cuts
    (Issued by the Guild of Provisioners, Fourth Edition)
    Every girl provides a variety of fine cuts. Each portion has its place on the family table. Nothing is wasted.
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    Prime Cuts
    • Tenderloin – The most delicate portion, from the lower back. Prized for roasts and feast days.
    • Ribs – Sweet and soft, often roasted whole or braised. Favored at festivals.
    • Shoulder Roast – Hearty, richly flavored, best for stews and long simmering.
    • Pussy - Sweet and soft, often roasted whole or braised, the best cut of a girl.
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    Everyday Cuts
    • Thighs / Hams – Firm meat, versatile. Can be roasted, smoked, or cured. The “family cut.”
    • Shanks – From the lower leg, tougher but excellent for soups and stocks.

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    do they have internet?
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    Probably, as long as it's a Sidneyverse spin-off, but a simpler placement as a late 1800s it's a nice idea...
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    OK, people, can I have some ideas?? What are your ideas about a society where young girls are used as meat source?
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    well, if you want you can always hit me up on my email (in my name link), for some feedback.
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    great outlay.. always liked feet on wriggling, helpless victims but always felt eating them would be unrealistic.. just bone and sinew, but yes i would enjoy the melting, boiling down of them and of the tummy offal being processed into sausages. I suppose in the late 1700s you have the French Revolution as an example of the food riots if the poor are starving. give them cake and circuses and they will remain obedient subjects
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    The Man and his Miraculous Mutilation Machine



    A strange man appeared in the town square one day, and with him he brought a mysterious device. Raised several feet above a solid metal table, there hung a very heavy-looking piece of equipment secured by chains from a sturdy steel frame. A crystal sphere in the dead center of the machine pointed straight down towards the tabletop. Around the crystal, articulated metal arms extended, the ends decorated with many different tools and items.

    It was unclear what this machine's purpose was, but its massive size and imposing presence drew immediate attention from the townsfolk. A crowd formed around the machine and its master, a strapping young lad that could be no more than twenty-five years of age. The crowd abuzz with questions and gossip, he cleared his throat, silencing any mumbling from the excited masses as he began to speak.

    "Hello friends. I'm sure you're all wondering what this machine is. Allow me to explain. I have come here today for one purpose: to offer you all the opportunity to make use of this miraculous device, the MegaMutilator 7000! For a modest fee, this astounding machine can perform nearly any surgical operation conceivable. No matter how grotesque or unthinkable the procedure may be, I guarantee that this monstrosity is more than capable of successfully molding your provided products to your exact specifications with exceptionally flawless results no matter the difficulty!"

    The man walked over to a cage containing a mangy mutt of a dog. A tired old thing, it showed no resistance as the man open the cage and took the dog into his arms. He carried the dog over to the table and set it on top, then went over to the steel frame supporting the machine.

    "Our first product of the day shall be this stray dog. Watch and be amazed as the MegaMutilator 7000 takes this ordinary mutt and turns into a veritable masterpiece!"

    On the side of the frame was a panel containing a vast array of controls. The man turned a few knobs, adjusted a few sliders, then once everything was ready to go, he pressed the largest button in the center. The machine whirred to life and immediately, the dog was pressed violently down against the tabletop as if a great weight had been placed upon it. The crystal sphere glowed bright white and hummed as energy charged within. Then, in a flurry of light and steam, the machine sprung to life.

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    This was mostly a fucking amazing story, shame it never got finished
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    Robert gritted his teeth to hold back, to make it last as long as possible but he made the mistake of looking down and seeing her bright adoring eyes and lost control. With a grunt and moan he felt the spasm as his seed rushed into her eagerly waiting mouth.

    “Guuaaahhh, Oh Mell, you have gotten so good at that.”


    Mellanie gulped down her treat and pulled back from his cock while still sucking hard, causing a popping sound at it pulled free from her lips.

    “Am I as good as Aunt Stephie?” she asked looking up into her father’s eyes.

    “Easily!” he answered.

    With a bright Smile the happy 10-Year-old jumped to her feet and hugged her father, kissing him on the lips with an innocent joy that belied her activity of only a few moments before.


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    Imma have nightmares about Dentists tonight, Thanks.
    But in all honest twas interesting.
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    Well, I wonder which design was chosen by her father…
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    I hope this story gets to be finished somewhere else too. I love it very much!!
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    This is a greas story I wold love if LazarusLong would ever finish it...
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    I always loved this story! It's ridiculous, but I still hope it gets finished some day.
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