A very fun story! Thank you!

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

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

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

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

Cringe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thanks!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Would love to see more!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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>>12437

Enjoy your stories man. Do you still write?

Small but good, like that little girl! ;)

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

Fucking little whores deserved to die

>>27796

stop being a fat faggot virgin please

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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>>28066
Perhaps, maybe a group hanging with some orcesses and elves side by side.

>>28067

OK I will be waiting here! :) Please hang them topless!

>>27553

Isnt Internet beautiful? Or fucked up?

>>28079
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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>>28088
I am eager to read this but for some reason the post just won’t open for me

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

Again, didnt write it for anyone but me.

I will work on something more for everyone though

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….

>>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.

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/

>>27761

Some of them have been posted on AO3, at https://archiveofourown.org/users/The_OG_Polaris/pseuds/The_OG_Polaris

>>27763
ty! I found a seemingly functional archive http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Polaris/www/main.htm

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.

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!

(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!

(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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Pt 2

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!

Promising. I like it.

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.

>>28021
"Yes, continue the story with my blessing!"