Mistress places a hand on either side of your head and gazes down at you with a grin. Slowly she backs away, leaving you panting as you lean against the wall, the vibrator still firmly in place up your recently fucked ass. She sits on the arm of the sofa and calls one of the dogs to her side. Immediately, Cowboy, her favorite, presses his muzzle between her legs and begins to lap at the wetness there. You watch with a hint of jealousy in your eyes as your mistress is pleasured by the mastiff. After a beat you find yourself walking over to the sofa and sitting on the floor, next to Cowboy, whose tail wags eagerly while Mistress praises his efforts. When she finally calms down and pushes the dog away she glances over at you and then kneels on the floor between your parted legs. You watch her carefully as she reaches down and removes the vibrator, instantly causing you to relax. She turns it off and stands, walking over to place it at the bottom of the stairs before returning to you.

The room is eerily silent, save for the panting of the dogs and the crackling of the fire, as she takes your hand and pulls you from the floor, leading you to the fireplace and then releasing you. The door on the front of the black, metal fireplace squeaks on its hinges as Mistress opens it and then removes the iron rod from its stand. She eyes you for a moment before pushing the rod into the dying embers, and seeing the flames jump to life casting a warm orange glow on the surrounding space. The blast of warmth hits you and causes your skin to prickle in delight until your mistress turns to once again. She holds the rod carefully, as the tip glows, radiating heat.

“Turn around,” her smooth voice commands, then she lays you against the arm of the sofa when you do so. She pushes your feet apart, while the uncomfortable heat of the red-hot rod looms over your bare back. You hear her footsteps as she walks away briefly, and then the sizzle of water against hot metal. Presumably the rod being submerged into the bucket of water sitting next to the backdoor of the cabin. She returns then, and your heartbeat quickens. Mistress places a firm hand on your ass to keep you from shying away, and then kneels down behind you. Slowly she touches the still very warm iron rod to the outer lips of your pussy. You suck in a breath, as the heat sears your skin, not enough to burn, but enough to cause you to squirm under Mistress’ hand.

You close your eyes and grit your teeth, and behind you, Mistress sighs contently. For a moment the heat disappears entirely, and the sound of embers shifting in the fireplace sends a shiver down your spine. All at once your body tenses and the rod is pushed into your tight pussy in one smooth motion. The smell of singed flesh rises into the air and you gasp through gritted teeth. Just as quickly as the hot rod invaded your body, it leaves, and something cool is inserted instead. You recognize it as an ice cube, one of Mistress’ favorite pleasure items, and it soothes your inner walls, cooling you down in just moments. The combined sensations make goosebumps rise on your skin, and you moan softly.

Mistress rises from the floor and places the rod next to the fireplace, then comes to retrieve you from where you lay, bent over, on the arm of the plush blue sofa. She slides her hands around your chest, groping your breasts as she brings you to your feet, then pulls you against her. Your head tilts back and leans against her shoulder as she touches you, the painful rod all but forgotten. She then takes your hand into hers and leads you to the staircase, pausing for a moment to turn off the generator, causing the cabin to descend into darkness. With a quick slap to your ass she motions you upstairs and joins you after locking the doors.

You wait for her at the top step, taking her hand as she reaches for you, and together you make your way across the cool wood floor to the bed, a grand king-sized masterpiece, designed by your mistress with a grate along the headboard, perfect for securing restraints, to ensure your complete cooperation. Moonlight shines through the window that faces the swamp, and throws shadows over the floor as Mistress walks over to the dresser and pulls her maroon sweatshirt over her head, placing it in one of the drawers. When she turns to face you she grins and looks pointedly at the bed before turning back to the drawers.

While you make yourself comfortable the sound of drawers opening and closing catches your attention, and your mind goes to the toy drawer. You grin and lay back on the bed, your hands above your head, and your legs slightly parted. Mistress comes to the bed then. She places a few things on the nightstand next to her side and then kneels next to your waiting form. Her hands hover over your body and her fingertips brush lightly against your skin, toying with you. Eventually she moves back and takes something from the nightstand. A blindfold. Silky and black on one side, with lush velvet on the other. She places it against your eyes and tilts your head up to tie it before laying your head back down.

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The link to my old thread doesn't seem to work anymore, unless I'm just bad at the internet, which is definitely a possibility. Anyway, the return of Squunch and his wonderful, wholesome non-con snuff stories has inspired me to get back on the scene. I'll be reposting a lot of old stuff initially, but there's been a few tweaks since I last posted most of it, so hopefully it's at least a little fresh.

This first one I don't think I ever posted on Gurochan (I finished it while Gurochan was nuked for like the 3rd or 4th time), and I posted it on Fetnoir, but it's told from another character's perspective I got some feedback that people wanted to get inside Julie's mind. That resonated with me, because the main kink for me is the mental torment the victim is going through as she dies, so I went back and added Julie's POV at the end.

This is the first time I've ever written first person for a female character, so hopefully it's not weird.

Due to its sensitive content, I decided to release this chapter on gurochan only, for fans of the Sarahs Epic Life Series, here is one containing Loli snuff and Scat, and possibly more with positive user feedback. Enjoy….

Please Baby… said 25 year old and caucasian Liz as she pleaded with Sarah. "no, I just…. why baby?" Sarah asked quizzidly. "Because I want to try something new!" Liz pouted

Sarahs pussy twinged at the thought, but could she bring herself to do what her lover asked? She had done many things the past few years that people thought were vile, but this…

Sarah was about to refute Liz again when something broke inside of her.
Ok fine, but just three of them, then well see about more. Sarah said with a cute face. Liz clapped her hands together gleefully and passionately kissed Sarah. Tonight was going to be something special!
"What about that one?" Liz asked while casually masturbating under her skirt.

Sarah nodded as her eyes dwelled on a six year old baptist girl named Laura, she had her mothers ass and had cute black curly hair.

What about that one too? Sarah said pointing at a 4 year old skinny girl. "Toilet" Liz answered.

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You push the tape into the player. The static clears, and the images roll

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Sophie's hushed tones fill the microphone as the camera steadies on a truck parked outside a nondescript loading door.

"This is Sophie Slate. It’s 02:11, Friday the 9th of June. We’re outside the Meat Packing Factory, downtown. Place looks quiet just a few lights on. My source says there’s a smuggling op inside. We’re about to find out.”

The shot wobbles as she crouches low and darts from shadow to shadow. Footsteps crunch faintly, the mic catching her controlled breaths. For a moment the frame blurs, auto-focus hunting, then sharpens again as she steadies.

"Now… looks like I’ve arrived at the right moment. They’re unloading the truck.”

Half a dozen naked women stumble down, chained wrist to ankle. Their quiet sobs cut through the mic. Two men in white overalls and hairnets drag them out in pairs. When one woman trips, a short fat cylinder jabs her side.

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Influencer in Protective Custody (guro, snuff, loli, police, bad parenting)

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

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

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

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From the pastel-hued cocoon of her suburban bedroom, 13 year old Chloe Morgan reigned supreme over a digital empire of lustful eyes. Three million horny teens, lonely men, and curious creeps devoured her every post, their clicks and comments stroking her ego like eager fingers on bare skin.

Today, she was giving them something new to drool over, staging her latest shoot with her father Pete behind the camera.

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This story was written with collaboration and input from あのモンニ.
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It was the last Friday night of the month, as per tradition it was also the empire armies monthly orgy night. It was no exception at camp delta-04, a small forward camp at the edge of the empires territory. It had been a tough month fighting the rebels, but the recent victories seriously put a halt to the rebel operations in the area. Many rebels were brutally slaughtered and it was a cause for celebration. The frontline heavy trooper company stationed there was especially looking forward to blow off some steam. The event was to be held at the main tent that was usually used as a mess hall, but for the evening it was turned into a place of orgy with more than 150 troopers.

The event began and the tent was packed with people. As cleaning off semen and love juices from their armor was always a pain, most of the heavy troopers choose to show up completely naked or in sexy lingerie they brought, still some very few choose to remain vigilant and kept their heavy armor on.

Outside only a few unlucky troopers that drew the short straw was standing guard while the rest of the camp combatants engaged in the hot messy orgy.

On top of a hill not far overlooking the camp, rebel commander Olivia was stealthily observing the camp through her binoculars.

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A short report on one of the recent immigration raids, with some slight modifications to current judicial processes. I would like to read reports from other officers as well, so please submit your own.

Documentation of encounter

The target, a male age 28-32, was apprehended at his home in [REDACTED]. His non-US citizenship was confirmed, and he was advised that he would be repatriated immediately. He stated that his wife and their four daughters were US citizens. This information was confirmed. He further stated that his repatriation would result in the family having no income, as his wife was pregnant with their fifth child. He was advised that he would be handed over to his consulate per treaty, and that his family would be subject to US law regarding indigency. This information was poorly received.

Disposition

The indigent citizens were encouraged to remove their clothing for resale. They refused and were stripped unwillingly. As required by treaty, the detainee was asked whether he preferred to witness the indigency penalty, or impose it himself. He was not cooperative. Penalty was imposed by agents on scene.

3yo female: Single gunshot to back of head, resulting in death.

8yo female: Subject rushed to aid of 3yo and was restrained. Suffocation by boot on throat.

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Hello, I know I've already posted this story as the 'Jennifer Series' but I've decided to expand on this universe and release more stories in future set in my 'Humanity Universe' as I'm calling it.

I've also rewritten a huge chunk of Jennifer to include the loli scenes I wanted in the original but wasn't allowed too when posting on Dolcettish.

The tags for the stories will be released per story though I don't enjoy scat so don't expect it here.

Without further ado I will post the rewrite of Jennifer's story. As I said on the last thread I hope someone gets in touch about proofreading, I try my best but mistakes will likely have slipped through.

I wrote a dolcett story, 37000 words, I hope you all enjoy, feedback is welcome

...Some tombs of royal kin contain large numbers of human victims sacrificed to the lords. Some humans were decapitated and laid on the ramps within the tombs, while others were designated to be buried directly in the burial pits of their masters. Wang Jihuai - Religious History of Ancient China and the Three Dynasties

Around 1640, a drought in Henan and Shandong became so bad that "women and babies were arrayed in the market as human food and were sold by the slaughterers just like mutton and pork." Sometimes, women and children were slaughtered in the back rooms of butcher shops while customers were waiting for fresh meat. Zheng, Yi (2018). Scarlet Memorial: Tales of Cannibalism in Modern China

As far as I understood, Asian (mainly Chinese) funerals differed from Western cultures. The archaic concept of grave offerings still existed.

A very private Chinese funeral with demonic elements involving sacrificial tribute to the evil spiritswas stranger.

A funeral with honest-to-god human sacrifice, a tradition harkening back to the cruel Shang dynasty and combined with a culinary offering of human meat, was the most significant shock to me. A feverish dream, and a mind-numbing experience, something I had the privilege of witnessing, and yet, I was invited to one. At such a young age, to witness a complete, paralyzing shock full of horror...and arousal.

How did it come to this?

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Witchtrapped

Transsexual, paranormal, snuff, dub-con

Nubi, an ebony non-op trans-woman of 24, was living her dream life of being a fucktoy secretary for a sugardaddy boss.
Being a slut and getting treated like trash always felt right to her. She lived in the moment, with no ambitions or long-term goals.
A position that pays her bills. Presents from the boss to keep herself presentable. Regular gym sessions to stay in shape.
Not for herself, but to be the most pleasing for her peers. As transsexual - she got all kinds of looks at the gym.
And she loved it. It was quite frustrating that those men would never follow her, stalk her, even ask for a date.
Oh well. She WAS a trash, after all.

But even in that almost perfect life - she had to do some real work and pull her weight.
And that involved travelling every now and then.

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Music Video

Characters:
Girl 1 (G1) – Blonde 12 year old in a pure white dress, cut to knee length (hairless below the head)

Girl 2 (G2) – Ginger 12 year old in a pure white dress, cut to knee length (hairless below the head)

The Monster (M) – Naked man with short, dark fur covering his upper arms, shoulders, and back. Otherwise completely shaven. Wearing a mask over the top half of his face (from the nose up) stylized like a lion. Upon his erect penis, just below the cock-head, is a cock-ring with inward-facing spurs on the outside.

Setting: An abandoned warehouse and the surrounding yard

Scene 1:
The girls are frolicking about, when G1 stops and smirks before shoving G2 to the ground. G2 looks betrayed, as she watches G1 skip off. A scrape is clearly visible on her arm, and gray dust coats some of her dress, with a single tear in the dress visible as she gets up.

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“Schlorp, schlorp, schlorp, schlorp…”

Wet, gooey squelches accompany each thrust made by the homunculus into Sahja’s welcoming mouth. The nameless beast caught the catgirl as she was sneaking around the place it called home. In reality it was a secret meeting place for a dark cult, masquerading as a private library. The homunculus was made for the specific purpose of defending its secrets while its masters are away. And it did so with brutal efficiency. Sahja barely registered its presence before its arms grabbed the sides of her head and gave it a quick twist. The catgirl was soon dead on the ground with a dumb expression on her face, not even knowing what ended her adventuring career. With a lack of instructions in how to proceed further, the homunculus gave in to its base desires. Desires that originated from when it was once a man, walking freely under the sun.

It dragged Sahja’s corpse to a nearby bench before lifting her head and forcing it down on its engorged member. Its masters saw it fit to keep all of its human parts as possible, just so it can have room for modifications down the line. That left the homunculus with a fully functioning cock, which it promptly proceeded to impale Sahja’s throat with. It didn’t care that its partner was dead, set only on extracting as much pleasure as it can from the catgirl’s completely compliant corpse. The same hands that killed Sahja soon guided her head to its crotch, sliding her tongue across the hardened skin of a subhuman cock, lubricating it with her slobber while stimulating the heightened senses of its rebuilt form.

Sahja stared with glazed, half lidded eyes while her head continued to bob along the monster’s length. This face would be subjected to countless amounts of orgasm, receiving a layer of sticky white each time. Sometime during her unwilling the monster saw it fit to remove her clothes, tearing to shreds every article that she wore. It experimented with her other holes, at least the ones it could recall using from a woman’s body. But in the end, it went back to simply sinking its cock deep in her gullet.

The homunculus spent the rest of its day fucking Sahja’s dead throat. The magical process that turned him from human to mindless beast also gave him unnatural endurance, allowing him to climax repeatedly without tiring. It was evident on the catgirl’s face, all the cum dripping from the angles of her feline face and the ones overflowing from her mouth and nose was an good indicator of how much us

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I'm active again, with my site remodeled and renamed, and several new stories.

As usual, constructive criticism is welcome alongside praising feedback, as I'm always eager to improve my writing.

https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/index.html -

https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/Stories/earlymorningkillingspree.html - Snuff, Nude Child, Necro Sex(Mg), Piss.


https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/Stories/motheranddaughterexecution.html - Snuff, Nude Teen.


https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/Stories/partykiller.html - Snuff, Necro Sex(MF), Piss.

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Summary: When Umbridge's educational decrees threaten to leave Hogwarts students defenseless, Harry, Ron, and Hermione take matters into their own hands. Within the secrecy of the Room of Requirement, they organize Dumbledore's Army to instruct their fellow students in what the coming war truly demands: strength, skill... and sacrifice. Features graphic depictions of death, mutilation, and sexual violence, set against a backdrop of callous horror that questions the very nature of authority.

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The Room of Requirement hummed, a low, expectant thrum beneath the excited chatter of young voices. The air carried a fresh tang of anticipation. Wands gleamed, poised in eager hands, as the assembled students of Dumbledore's Army buzzed with the thrill of their first true practical lesson. This wasn't some dusty textbook affair; this was real, practical magic, guided by Harry Potter himself. He stood before them flanked by Hermione and Ron, the trio looking every bit the capable - if slightly overwhelmed - instructors.

"Alright everyone, settle down," Harry's voice cut through the clamor, clear and authoritative. A hush fell as all eyes fixed on him. "Welcome. This is what we're here for – to learn real magic, the kind you need when things get messy. The truth is that bad things are coming and the Ministry... well, they aren't teaching you what you need to know to defend yourselves. We are." He paused, letting that sink in, a subtle rebellion simmering in the air. "Today, we're going to master the stunning spell. Stupefy." He flicked his wand, and a burst of scarlet light sizzled harmlessly into the far wall. "It's one of the most useful spells in your arsenal - a wizard's bread and butter, really. Non-lethal but incredibly effective for incapacitating an opponent. You can use it to disarm threats or even just clear a path. You'll be using it constantly, trust me. It's a foundational skill." He grinned, a flash of white in the candlelit room. "Now, who fancies a demonstration?"

Ginny Weasley surged forward, a living ember of fiery red with her gaze fixed on Harry. A palpable eagerness radiated from her, a bright, uncontainable energy that shimmered around her lithe form. Her stark white shirt was a crisp second skin, tight across the burgeoning swell of her chest. The grey V-neck jumper, meant to be modest, instead traced the slender architecture beneath. Her practical skirt, a dark embrace, swirled around strong, athletic legs, each movement a vibrant whisper of anticipation. Her wand, held with an almost innocent grace, belied the flush painting her cheeks. It was a silent testament to how deeply she savored Harry's attention, a burning current in the air she breathed. Each subtle shift of her weight was a silent, unstated proposition—a defiant, youthful promise of a challenge well worth taking.

"Excellent Ginny," Harry murmured, his gaze tracing the vibrant lines of her uniform as she stepped forward. "I need you to position yourself right in that cleared space there," he pointed towards a wide, empty circle near the back wall, almost like a spotlight, "about fifteen feet out. It'll give us ample room for the demonstration, ensure maximum visibility for all, and, well, keep everyone else out of the way of any… stray magic." He gave a brief, almost imperceptible smirk. "Everyone, watch closely. Remember, aim for the chest and use a strong, clear incantation; say it like you mean it." His voice called out "Stupefy!" and a jet of red light shot from his wand, striking Ginny squarely in the chest.

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From https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=25076874

Rina's mind wandered and came back, she couldn't remember anything until she woke up in the middle of a pile of her comrades' corpses, all beautiful women in armor surrounding her. To her right was a girl with green-rimmed glasses in white armor. She was the nurse in the unit. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth was agape as if screaming in pain. Her left breast was torn open, revealing bulletproof silicone full of embedded bullets. Her right breast remained beautiful and prominent, displaying the nurse unit symbol tattooed on it. She had no arms or legs, and her intestines were slightly protruding from her body. Her breathing gradually weakened until it stopped. To her left was a petite woman holding a box of machine gun ammunition in her right hand. She only had her torso from the waist up; she could see her spine and her internal organs scattered about.
Rina then glanced at her chest and felt wet. Someone's uterus had fallen on her cleavage. Only one ruptured ovary remained, spilling eggs and white liquid down onto Rina's stomach. Sperm on the robes of semen swimming around were penetrating eggs on her stomach. None of them would survive or grow, like the corpses piled around Rina.

Rina tried to get up from the pile of corpses, slippery flesh bits and blood almost made her slip. She stood up while the fallen uterus still pinched in her cleavage, she didn't care about it and left it there until the end of the day, slowly stepping on the intestines and pieces of her comrades, out to the front of the building. It was quiet.
Faint smoke rose from the bomb crater near the building she got out of, there were some charred skeletons in armor. A piece of silicone was still intact on one of the corpses' ribs. The pelvis still had some flesh on it, while everything was definitely too burnt to visually identify her. She walked on, raising the rifle and shaking as she took cover point to point to avoid snipers and lurking enemies.

Rina got to the closest undamaged small hospital building following running civilians and other squads of injured heavy troopers, where she was met with more explosive bullets flying her way. Sound of bullets hitting metal armor and splattering exploding thighs of the pile of corpses lying on the front of a building. When the sounds stopped, she immediately dashed into the building, Rina saw that the bodies were now just belly in armors and short stumps of legs, they had been blown to pieces by the indiscriminate bombardment of explosive bullets. As she entered, crossed into the safety of the fortified building, there was a loud explosion that made her ears ring. Pieces of fetuses, fleshes, and bones were scattered all over her body. She quickly got up, closed the door, and locked it. The clinic door was an explosion-proof bunker door. It should be able to protect the clinic for a while longer.

“We’re wiped out, I’m the only one here, squad 9” Rina shouted

“Squad 1 here, only me and these four made it” A badly injured squad leader said to Rina.

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