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.

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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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(1/4)

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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https://www.tumblr.com/sai-adventure-log
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故事舞台设于一个中世纪黑暗幻想世界，融合《Minecraft》模组的魔法与炼金元素，糅合《灰与幻想的格林姆迦尔》的残酷生存逻辑与《LonaRPG》的黑暗哥特风格。世界由分裂的领主、腐败的贵族与神秘魔法机构统治，社会充斥压迫、背叛、血腥暴力与道德沦丧。
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欢迎大家一起为主人公赛奇出谋划策，目前火热连载中。
故事的开始还是相对会保守一些，随着剧情的发展今后会融入更多EroGuro相关的事件与剧情。

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The story is set in a medieval dark fantasy world, integrating the magic and alchemy elements of the "Minecraft" mods, the cruel survival logic of "Grimgar of Fantasy and Ash" and the dark gothic style of "LonaRPG". The world is ruled by divided lords, corrupt nobles and mysterious magic organizations, and the society is full of oppression, betrayal, bloody violence and moral degradation.
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Everyone is welcome to come up with ideas for the protagonist Sai, and it is currently being serialized.
The beginning of the story is still relatively conservative, and more EroGuro-related events and plots will be incorporated in the future.

this story was primarily written for an RP thread, but I was a bit too late, so I post it here.

tags : Undertale Characters, fighting, beheading, necrophilia, M/f

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It's 10PM. Kids should be home now. Yet Chara isn't the only one still out. She's strolling in the dark streets. She wants preys. To find one, she takes a turn right, a turn left. She gets deeper in the dark alley. Eventually she reaches a deadend. Nothing but a big dumpster and small trashcans. Chara, disapointed, tries to walk back, but gets blocked... Frisk is here. He wasn't strolling. He was following Chara. She instantly understand what's happening, and she smiles. That's way more fun than a simple prey. Her fingers tap on the gardening knife on her waist as Frisk's words enter her ears. "it's a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are blooming... on days like these, sluts like you...Should be shocking on my dick." Chara jumps on him with a deep smile. She draws her knife. Frisk only has a stick but keeps Chara in checks a bit. He lands a few strikes without her being able to do much. Each strikes destroying pieces of her shirt, leaving her budgeing tits out of a big hole. It doesn't stop Chara, quite the opposite. She smile, more than ever. He underestimated her. Frisk panics. Chara is getting closer and closer. The blade of her knife shines, thirsty for blood. Frisk can't do anything. He is pushed. Chara pushes him against the wall, between two trashcans full of trash. Fatal mistake. BAM. By reflex, Frisk picked up a nearby burned pan and slamed it across Chara's face. It sent her all the way to the opposite wall. Now, Frisk is panting. Surpised and relived by what he just did. Until he sees Chara waking up. She dropped her knife, now on the ground. They looked at each other, then rush. They reach the knife at the same time, they legs and arms intertwine while they both look for the knife and hide it, for several minutes, until the end of this battle. He finds it. He slashes it. Nothing. None of them move. Nothing. Chara is still smiling. Nothing until, slowly but surely, the cut appears. The smirking face of Chara starts tilting backward. Her heads rolls on her back, bouncing all the way to her bubble butt. As the adenaline runs out, Frisk collapses too. He lays down beside Chara corpse. His sight landing on her head and bubble butt, his hard-earned prizes. He plants her ass with her own knife in sign of victory, and rests. Once Frisk can stand up, he wants to enjoy wa

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This one is too long for a single post, so it gets its own thread. For those of you just here for a quick snuff story, I'll also post an abridged version over on my charcuterie thread. Quite a few details had to change in the process of cutting out two thirds of the events, but the main premise is still the same.

As an experiment, I’ve also put a version on the 100 words challenge thread, so this story is going to show up in a few places in a few forms.

The Polynesian sun hung high in the sky, painting the ocean in iridescent shades of turquoise and gold. Waves rolled lazily toward the shore, where Mark and Sarah lounged on cushioned chairs beneath a wide white umbrella. The salty breeze whispered through palm leaves, offering fleeting relief from the heat.

Their daughter Meghan, golden-tanned from days of sun, splashed in the shallow water just ahead of them. Her laughter rose over the lapping waves like music, a carefree sound that Mark found inexplicably comforting.

"She looks so beautiful out there," Sarah said, adjusting her sunglasses as she watched Meghan toss her wet hair back with an effortless flip.

"She really does," Mark agreed, his voice warm and relaxed. After a moment, he turned toward his wife, an idea dawning.

"You know, she should perform at the closing night event. It would be perfect. She would be such a hit."

Sarah raised a brow, surprised but intrigued.

"You think so?"

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I'm just going to dump all my stories as quickly as possible. Life changes are under way, and I don't anticipate I'll post for a while. All of these stories are fictional/fantasy. Any resemblance to any persons, real or fictional, are coincidental. I do not condone any harm to anybody. If you plan on hurting yourself or others, please do not, and seek help. I enjoy feedback, so if you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment below!



--CB









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it's implied lore... I suggest reading this old web-story that inspired me called "Club Fatale" https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/289224577526005760/1368076637396275240/image.png?ex=6816e827&is=681596a7&hm=4eba4c01f744d75b59b3b93c556a939c79278407c5ac3841242a315e83c05fd6&

the main difference of my interpretations.
Is that instead of this being some private gentlemen paradise.
Is that Snuff High Society is systematic.

So it's more about how much can you buy a person vs their net-worth?
in other words...
ANYONE can be bought... is just that is it worth it?
- yeh we got the cheap bankrupted ones vs the very expensive net-worth ones.
- But it's built into the policy of a government (it varies)
- due to rapid automation of the workforce and the devaluing of human productivity.
- So now you have billions of humans who no longer have much value in production compared to that of a fully automated world.

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hihi gurochan hehe this is my first time posting :33

do we think i should finish this?

‘WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! GET THE FUCK OFF ME! A-AHH! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH?!’

It kept incessantly shouting as I dragged it by the bleeding wrists to an empty area amidst the fucked up world in which we lived. As I dragged the dumb cunt, my fingers slipped into its sliced flesh; there were deep lacerations all along its arms. I dug my fingertips right into one specific cut along its right wrist and dragged it by the thick layers of skin I pinched. I could have just dragged it by the thick black leather band tying its wrists together, but that wouldn’t be what it deserved. The wound I squeezed was so deep, I could feel its bone scraping against my white, clenched knuckles. Naturally, all of this only made it scream louder, visceral and elongated yells scratching its throat upon departure and rising from the pits of its stomach.

‘AHHHHH! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! PLEASE! STOP! AHHH!’

The cut almost split open due to my tugging- if it weren’t for the thick layers of skin and muscle I were pulling, its arm would have been ripped open.

There was bright red blood staining the ground where I dragged it to, and the sky was dark. No one was around to help, but even if they were- no one would give a shit. I threw it into the puddle, no, pool of blood and took a second to run my eyes over its naked, skinny body in front of me. The skin that smoothly coated its body was a pale olive colour, and that skin was peppered with bruises and bleeding scabs. I sat down on top of it and reached into my bag with one hand for the gag, and held its neck with the other hand. It choked out as many pathetic protests as it could muster before I finally stuffed the fabric between its parted, blood red lips.

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i look for two stories that i cant find anymore even the link on this site dont work anymore
can you upload them plz if you have them plz
But why me mommy?
A psychopath and his toys
thx