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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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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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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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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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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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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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.
Link: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/3820163
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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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