I cracked it! The trick was not to worry about providing context - this is event is just something that happens! lol. Enjoy Pt 1 - Pt 2 to follow either tonight or tomorrow :-)

Pt 1

“Ready, girls?” Mr Menzies stood with the starting pistol in his hand. “When I fire the pistol, you will have five minutes to get into the woods and try to hide. When you hear the pistol again, you’ll know that the hunters are coming!” The fifteen little girls, all aged between four and seven years old and all as naked as the day they were born giggled excitedly, waiting in the mid-afternoon sun for their signal to run. The woods was actually nothing but a small copse, run too far into it and you would very quickly find yourself out the other side! But it was plenty big enough for the game and provided plenty of places to hide or to dodge anyone pursuing you. “Okay, on your marks, get set, GO!” The old man fired the starting pistol in the air and the gaggle of small girls rushed off up the slight hill to take refuge in the trees. The adults and non-participating children who had gathered to watch clapped and cheered as they ran, many shouting encouragement to their daughters or siblings.

Next, the hunters stepped up to the line. These were the older girls, aged from eight upwards with the oldest being fourteen, most of them veterans of previous hunts both as hunter and prey. Unlike the smaller girls, the hunters were dressed in cammo fatigues complete with boots, ammo-belts and hats. Several also wore sunglasses to protect against the bright sun that they knew from experience could be quite dazzling if it unexpectedly broke through the foliage in the other gloomy copse. There were ten hunters in all, volunteers like the prey, all armed with low-velocity paintball guns which might sting but not cause actual pain or do damage unless fired at point-blank range, each loaded with paint pellets of a different colour.

After the hunt, the annual celebrations would continue with much feasting, girl-meat being the bulk of the food to be enjoyed. That was the whole point of the hunt and the rules were simple. The older girls, the hunters, were sent to stalk the younger girls, the prey, in the woods and try to shoot them with their paintball guns. They would have fifteen minutes to track and shoot the naked little girls and there was no limit to how many different hunters could shoot the same prey. At no point were they “out”, they could continue running, hiding and teasing the hunters for as long as the had stamina. Once the fifteen minutes were over, the starting pistol would be fired again, a noise loud enough to be heard in even the thickest part of the copse, and the hunters must immediately stop their pursuit.

All the girls, hunters and prey, would then come back down the hill to the party area where, in front of the excited revellers, the prey would be inspected. Should any be found to be paint-free, aside from the soles of their feet as it was recognised that this would more likely come from stepping in the paint rather than being shot, they would simply return to their families and get dressed. Next, the colour of the paint on the nabbed preys’ bodies would be compared with the paint that had been issued to the hunters.

The small girls who had been hit by the hunters would then be scrubbed clean and, in front of the watching crowd, beheaded, gutted and butchered ready to be cooked at the feast. Many, in fact most years, all the meat came from these younger girls, or “piglets” as they were known, but sometimes the attendees were treated to an extra-special centre-piece. If any of the hunters should have failed to hit any piglet at all, judged by whether or not their signature paint could be found on any of the piglets’ bodies, they would have to strip naked too and be cooked alive on a spit. Every year, those gathered to watch the hunt hoped there would be at least one hunter with a poor aim or bad luck that day!

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This can be a thread for asking about stories from last GCs that has gone missing

Like Lucy's Final Adjustment

Or the one of the Totally Spies being assassinated

Pic mostly unrelated but required for thread

B-b..Because, techi!

(Part 1)

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Looking for jissouseki is relatively easier than one would expect. Like a great rodent population, you find them most populous in the alley-ways and areas around urban housing, behind restaurants and marketplaces, and warehouses and ports. You might find one in your backyard, maybe even within your own home; quietly and sometimes cleverly hiding from sight in the basement or the attic.

But the largest populations comes from the parks. Next to that are the forests or pastures in the countryside. But parks remain the number one way to run across many jissouseki.

I myself have a jissouseki as a pet, along a few to play with for my amusement, if nothing more. Many of these creatures are expendable, to an almost ridicoulous degree. The ones worthy of being pets, and thus entitled to a good life of treats, bedding, love and care, are the smart ones. It foten hard to ever find a jissou smart enough to grace you. But how to tell which ones are the dumb retarded stupid ones from the above average to high in intelligence?

Simple! You just ask them, whenever they waddle up to you by themselves or in a group asking (and in some cases, demanding) you to take them home, why you should.

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Since he could remember Kyle’s mom had told him that when he was seventeen she was going to eat his manhood on her fortieth birthday.

This never particularly bothered him, cannibalism and even just recreational murder where common, and if anything it gave him some security that he wouldn’t be snuffed before then.

It was just him and his mom growing up, she said she was pretty sure his father had been a July 4th roast she had gotten to fuck before he was snuffed.

His mom started playing with his little penis when he was about seven, kissing and sucking and softly stroking it. Of course he was far too young to get off, his small boyhood would stiffen though not really grow under his mother’s ministrations but he never came. About the same time she also taught him to pleasure her, Kyle soon becoming very adept at eating his mother out.

While he had his own room he shared his mother’s bed most nights, his mom cuddling his naked body to her own as they slept.

He was ten when he had his first orgasm. His penis had actually started getting bigger when his mom played with it, swelling to not quite three inches. His climax had come on suddenly, Kyle not even realizing what was happening before he was spilling a load of sperm over his mother’s tongue.

She had been surprised but pleased.

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"Mom?"

"Yes, Paulette?"

"Jenny and her mom seem to be suffering so much... "

"Yes, they surely are kicking and twitching. I bet they're in a lot of pain."

"Do you think we will suffer as much, when he'll kick our table?"

"Yes, Paulette, I'm sure it's going to be very painful. After all, that's what's entertaining in watching girls and women die. And if our slow and painful deaths are what our Master wants for His dinner time, that's what we will give Him. So let's prepare to fullfil our ultimate role as slaves and let's die for His erection!"

"Or at least His attention, mother... He's not even looking at Jenny and her mom and they're almost gone. Look, now they're pissing themselves."

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The Boy Who Lied Thrice

1 - The First Lie

"Miss Myers, Jacob is masturbating!" Alice proclaimed.

The slim girl was standing at her desk, her hand up and waving back and forth for attention. Her face was scrunched up in disgust as she glared at the student sitting directly to her right.

Said student started violently at the sound of his classmate's voice, looking up and around guiltily. His hands, which had been hidden behind his desk, jerked up and away from his crotch.

Miss Myers, her lesson interrupted, sighed and turned from her whiteboard to look back at Alice and Jacob.

"Thank you, Alice. You may sit down." she said, nodding to the girl. "Jacob, come up to my desk, please."

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Cosmetics
/g #brain #degradation #snuff

Beauty standards are changing. No longer content to look at average women, laws have been enacted to encourage that only the fittest, most attractive girls are allowed to breed, to ensure the next generations are hotter than ever. The men demand it, and they hold the real power in the world. Women aren't allowed to hold positions of power in government or business any longer, they exist only to be used for their holes, nothing but fuck meat. Men are the superior sex after all.

To this end, all the uggos and anyone less than the most spectacular specimens will die. They are being rounded up, thousands at a time, waiting for their mandated number to be called. And this week, your are on that list.

In the standards of the past you would have been considered quite attractive but no longer compared to the goddesses of the present day. No, you will be stripped of all rights and all clothing and taken in a bus to the cosmetics factory. No one on the outside knows what really goes on there, but no woman ever comes back. There are even a few of the first generation of genetically superior girls, who have hit the mandatory retirement age of 30. The heavy iron gates let the bus inside the compound, and you and the other girls are forced inside.

You stand in a line which grows shorter by the minute. A man who appears to be in his forties with graying hair looks you over. "Don't worry, you'll only feel a pinch." He says as he injects an anesthetic into your forehead and removes a small round piece of skull. He's right, you barely feel it. He then changes shifts with another man. Now on his lunch break, he bends you over and takes you from behind, pounding your pussy until you are nearly there, then he blows his load on your backside and sends you back to the line, unsatisfied.

Now it's your turn. You enter a hallway and a man directs you to a tube sticking out of the wall. You notice the blood around it and on the floor, but you hold back your fear. You came here to die. He pushes your head, forcing the tube into the hole in your forehead. You feel an odd sensation but not of pain as the hollow tube penetrates a couple of inches into your brain, and he presses a button. A powerful suction pulls your entire brain into the tube in .3 seconds with a loud squelch. Your body slumps, and he pulls you back off and puts the rest of your lifeless body onto a conveyor belt. Your brain will become a bust enhancement lotion, and the rest of you w

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After for some extensive search, I found the first part of the story. Anyone else knows the whereabout of the second part?

https://www.reddit.com/r/SOS_Brigade/comments/8yyswj/the_debreasting_of_haruhi_suzumiya/

Tags: (tween, teen, dolcett, sidneyverse, cannibalism, throat slitting, various cooking methods)

Daisy tried to shift her weight to alleviate some of the discomfort of her position. It helped a little, but there was no going around it; the meat hooks currently piercing her ankles hurt, especially now that her whole weight rested on them. However, it was not as bad as she'd feared, and she quickly consoled herself. The pain would only be temporary.

Daisy's twelve year old heart was beating quickly in her chest, so she took a deep breath to calm herself. Her nostrils filled with the sweet, metallic smell of blood, but also with the aroma of arousal and lust. It reminded her of the way her fingers would smell after an evening spent rubbing her pussy, often while looking at the pictures in the Sidney's catalogue.

The hooks in Daisy's legs were connected to a wire, which in turn was driven by a mechanism in the ceiling. With a whir and some metallic clanking noises it periodically activated, sending the girls connected to them forward. The distance varied each time, sometimes she would only reach the spot of the girl in front of her, sometimes she seemed to cover the distance of four or five girls in one go.

Daisy had never felt so exposed before, hanging there completely naked and defenseless. Her arms had been tied tightly behind her back, and when she had tried to break free, of course strictly out of curiosity, and not out of a desire to actually do so, she had found that the knots didn't give at all. Her sense of vulnerability was amplified by the metal bar mounted between her ankles, forcing her to spread her legs wide and provide everyone with an unobstructed view of her most private parts. Normally her baby pink, meaty pussy lips would at least be somewhat concealed by a small patch of red, curly pubic hair, but her cute little bush had been removed the previous night together with the rest of her body hair, courtesy of a mandatory and highly efficient hair removal cream. Like all the girls that had long enough hair, her wild mop of ginger curls was tied up in what was supposed to be a neat ponytail, but her unruly, frizzy hair had resisted. It had turned out more like a messy bun, as if she'd just gotten out of bed. The resulting look was a mix between girl-next-door and dungeon sex slave, and it made her stand out from the crowd.

On Daisy's left side, one step ahead of her in the line, was her best friend Claire. Claire had dirty blonde, straight hair, an impressive bust for her age and a beautiful slit between her legs, barely more than a line formed by her very puffy outer lips, only interrupted by her clitoral hood just poking out between them. Claire moaned sweetly as the hooks pulled her forward, and Daisy couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or pain. Perhaps both, she thought.

On her right side was a petite Asian girl the two friends had met just a few minutes earlier in the cleaning area. They had found conversation somewhat difficult while being hosed down with water by the workers, being commanded into very revealing and indecent postures to make sure every nook and cranny of their nubile bodies was hit by the spray of warm, soapy water. Daisy had despite that managed to pick up that the girl was also twelve, was called Jin and went to a neighboring school that she and Claire sometimes competed against in sports tournaments.

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The sun had finally set beyond the horizon, which meant Camilla had now been dying for five and a half hours. It'd taken her a little while to work that out but now her latest attempt to distract herself from the horror of her situation had ended and the pain was still there. More than ever, in fact. She'd thought it'd get easier to bear over time, that her senses would dull to it from exhaustion or just familiarity. The opposite had happened. The stabbing pain of the nails pinning her to the instrument of her death had been joined by a less sharp but more insistent ache as every muscle in her body burned from exertion. Her throat was sore, long screamed hoarse. Her wounds were throbbing, as was her head. It felt as though another set of nails was being pounded into her temples.

Camilla would have welcomed that. Early on in her torment she'd tried to knock herself unconscious by slamming the back of her head into the cross but she'd remained stubbornly aware of her body and what had been done to it.

It was a strange thing, she thought, to wish for death. In truth, she was still terrified of her young life's impending cessation, but by now if it meant an end to her agony she could accept that.

She wanted to die...and she couldn't. Her body would not let her. She'd tried hanging still, just letting the darkness take her, but the pain had only grown until she'd once again raised herself up on trembling, nailed legs to draw another breath. Her exertion had been accompanied by laughter, taunts and jeers. She'd still had an audience, then. Cheering, shouting insults, a cacophony of voices, a clatter of dice...

…

"These new taxes will be the death of us!", Andreas complained loudly, waving his wine-cup in the air and spilling half of its contents. The old oil-trader had been drinking for quite some time already, and Camilla thought it was probably time to cut him off. She looked around for her uncle, but he was nowhere in sight.
"I agree, but what can you do?"
That was Decimus pulcher, who kept a vegetable stall on the other side of the marketplace. A lot less pretty than his cognomen would suggest, he was a veteran of the legions who'd decided he'd rather settle down here in Syria than return to his native Ancona. His service had left him with a few missing teeth, a broken nose that now sat a bit crooked and a vivid red scar across his cheek. "This new Caesar has grand plans, apparently. Expensive plans. And our dear governor..." he continued, his voice dripping with sarcasm (and wine), "well, he won't have it said that Syria did not contribute its share, oh no!"

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School Festival

Chapter One, Intro and Swim Club (Cons/Semi Cons, Watersports, Drowning)

Each year the local high school runs a festival and each year many beautiful and sexy young women meet their end promoting their various clubs and classes. Of course not only do students participate in these events, many attendees either volunteer or are volunteered to join in the festivities.

This year I approached the gate to see a trio of sexy young girls in revealing attire handing out pamphlets to those walking in. One girl, wearing a short tartan skirt, thigh high stockings, a bikini top and a tie (in what appears to be a parody of the schoolgirl uniforms of old), noticed me walking up and handed me a pamphlet.

"Have you been to one of our festivals in the past?" she asks me.

"Yes, I've been to the last three I think, one of the things I look forward to most each year"

"Well welcome back, I'm sure you remember but that pamphlet has a schedule of all the timed events, and a map with all the other events and booths on the back." "If you have something specific you want to do, make sure you plan around it, some of these lines can get a little long to hop in right when the schedule lists"

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The Last Field Trip

Chapter One, Intro and First Exhibit (Non-Con, Watersports, Young)

I was laying in my bed on a Saturday morning when I was roused from my sleep by the sound of my phone ringing. Grunting, I held up one arm to shield my unadjusted eyes from the sun's ray's bleeding through my blinds while my other arm reached for my phone, to determine the identity of whoever it is that has deigned to interrupt my rest. It was Nick, My own Brother, Nick, who had committed this grievous sin of waking at this ungodly hour of 11:42.

“What do you want Nick?” I grumbled upon answering the phone.

“Oops, did I wake you? Must have figured the time zone wrong, thought it was almost noon for you.” He replied, sounding to me more that a little sarcastic.

“Shut up,” I said. “Now you gonna get to the point or should I just hang up?”

“Alright alright” He said. “You know how I was asking you for advice on engagement rings a couple weeks back?”

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From now on, instead of flooding the board by posting each story in a new thread, all of my stories will be posted here. (Fanbox promotions will still be in a separate thread.)

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The Dancing Lady

yuri, lesbian, cons(FF), rape(FF), gore, vore, cannibalism, paranormal, ghost
Who was she? Who was that woman across the street?

Noy adjusted her glasses and wiped her breath from the window. The woman twirled and pranced around the room. A sheet of platinum flowed behind her and settled around her hips when she stopped.

It started six days ago. Something flashed in the corner of Noy’s eye as she hung paper ghosts over her computer. She turned her head as a blonde woman leapt across the window. Noy finished hanging the ghosts and climbed on the bed, wrapping her arms around her pillows as she stared wide-eyed out the window. The woman danced for hours without stopping. She was there the next day, dancing away. She was there the day after that and every day after that. She wore the same old-timey dress, so white it seemed to glow.


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The golden rays of the sun glinting off the chain-link fences as the crowd’s cheers echoed in the warm air. It was the final match of the junior girls’ tennis tournament, and the tension was palpable.

Two girls stood at opposite ends of the court, sweat glistening on their foreheads, rackets clenched tightly in their hands. The score was tied, and every point mattered now. On one side was Lily, calm and collected despite the pressure. On the other side was Ava, her energy fierce and determined, her every move a reflection of her burning desire to win.

The final rally was brutal. Ava lunged for every shot, her shoes skidding across the court, her muscles burning. Lily matched her step for step, her strokes measured and precise. The crowd held its breath as the ball sailed back and forth, faster and faster, until finally—
Ava missed.

The ball clipped the net and dropped to the ground. The match was over. Lily had won.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Ava stared at the ball, her chest heaving, the loss crashing over her like a wave. Then she dropped to her knees, her racket clattering to the ground. Tears welled in her eyes, hot and uncontrollable. She’d been so close. So close.

The crowd erupted into cheers for Lily, but she barely heard them. Her eyes stayed fixed on Ava, who knelt alone on the court, shoulders shaking as she sobbed. The victory, so hard-fought, didn’t feel quite right. Lily hesitated, then set her racket aside and crossed the court.

Ava didn’t look up until Lily was right in front of her.

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"Hi everyone," Lillian said with a smile.

The stunning, fourteen year old brunette stood naked in front of the camera, displaying her magnificent young body to her followers for the last time.
She had firm, round breasts with big, stiff pink nipples. Her waist was exquisitely narrow, her belly flat as a board. Her lean, supple legs seemed to go on forever. Her straight, glossy hair fell all the way down to her heart-shaped ass; her bald pussy smiled invitingly at the audience.

"As you all know, I've been in pain for years," she continued. "I love it."

The audience gazed admiringly at the proof of Lillian's pain. She wore studs through both nipples; there was a ring in her navel, and a stud in her clit. Her breasts and belly were crisscrossed with pink sores.

"I've been hurting myself for almost three years now," Lillian said. "I've tried it all: cuts, electric shocks, branding. All of it's been wonderful, in its own way. But lately I've come to feel that I've reached the limits of what pain can teach me. In the past years, I've developed quite a talent for hurting myself without causing any permanent damage to my body. If I chose to continue in this vein, I could look forward to a long life of blissful agony, and that's a fine thing.
But it's not enough. Lately I've been feeling empty, like something's missing from my life. I've thought long and hard about this, and I've come to an important decision.
My pain is always incomplete because I'm always still alive at the end. I've tortured myself a thousand times, but I've never tortured myself to death. That's what's missing, and that's why you're here now. I know you all enjoy the sight of a beautiful young girl in agony--and who doesn't?
So I've decided to give you a special treat, a special show. I'm going to snuff myself, slowly and with as much pain as possible, right before your eyes."

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