Civilian Life (Part 1 of Processing Loss) (snuff, loli, military, asphyxiation, uncle/niece, orgasm denial, hidden sex)

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 parental 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!

4. This is a completely overhauled and updated version of "Fooling Around Under the Table" (https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/25615.html), allowing it to fit in more appropriately in its broader story universe.

5. This story can be read and enjoyed in isolation, but it is recommended to read at least "Candidacy in Question" (https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26650.html) beforehand for greater (though not necessary) context.

6. This is the first part of "Processing Loss," a multiple part series (in turn part of the "Denizens of Shelton County" universe) following Dan Pierce as he processes the death of Deke Collins in his own way. Each part of "Processing Loss" is written to be capable of standing alone, but it is highly recommended to read them in order.

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Death Row Destiny

The years leading up to the passing of the Brooke-Strickland Act were filled with mass overpopulation, societal decay, and violent crime. In 2046, the year before the Act mandated the death sentence for even the smallest crime, the homicide rate in 7/10 major cities in the former United States was at record highs.

A little known add-on to the Act also extended the death penalty to minors. This would soon arouse extreme controversy when it would be utilized to hang a gang of street children accused of raping the daughter of a wealthy executive.

"Alright Merle, what do you have for us today?", Charlie yelled.
Charlie was the executioner that day. I was the photographer in charge of documenting this historic event. The first time anyone under the age of 18 had been put to death in almost a century.

"Just some street rats, Chuck!" the guard answered with a chuckle.
Charlie handed Merle a sheaf of paperwork. He turned to the prisoners, and winked. The kids didn't react, their senses having been dulled beforehand with a tranquilizer solution added to their last meal.

There were 5 of them.

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Previous thread: https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/5896.html

And we're back in business. Well, I was never really gone, but just too busy/lazy/distracted to make a new thread after my old one was suddenly way past the bump limit. But I did write a couple of stories in the meantime, of my own design or inspired by people from discord, which I'll be posting over the next days in no particular order. Something something feedback and criticism is greatly appreciated.

Choke Therapy

Nurse Claire looked up from her paperwork when she heard knocks on the door. The expression of crushing boredom left her face, making place for bubbly excitation that something happened on this otherwise tiresome day.

Before she noticed it she was already standing.
"It's open!"
Not wasting a second, she cheerfully opened the door... only to wince at the sight.
"Hi! How can I hel-- Ew, ouch! Come in, sit her on the bed."

Amanda hopped through the door, her arms resting on her two friends' shoulders. Claire didn't bother asking for their name and dismissed them as soon as they had laid her on the examination table. She stayed silent for a few minutes as she worked, but had a grim expression when she turned to Amanda's face, her bare foot still in hand.

"This is not good, miss, um...
- Whitney, Amanda. Second year.

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No Peeking! (loli, molestation, no sex, tit torture, anal insertion, cum covered)

1. I am a novice 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 parental 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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Joe McBride spotted the girl, no older than 11, on the beach one sunny day. Looking closely from his van through a pair of binoculars, he saw one of the girl's areolas peeking out from above her string bikini. He shook his head and sighed, got out of the vehicle, and started walking slowly in her direction.

Peeking has consequences, he thought to himself.

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It was a crisp Saturday afternoon on the Boardwalk. Gulls cried in the distance and the smell of salt water wafted in the air. Cart vendors lined the wooden plank walkway, hawking their various wares to the oddly small number of pedestrians.

It was a good day to be walking with your daughter.

Victor strode powerfully along, head held high. His white suit was immaculately pressed, clean and sharp, just as he liked it. His face was jovial, a small smile on his lips and his eyes crackled slightly with good humor. His skin was profoundly dark, which served to set off the whites of his eyes, teeth, and suit.

On his arm hung a pretty young thing named Dolly. She looked very small next to the giant next to her, but was of average height for her age. Her dark, dark blue hair framed a beautiful, innocent face. She had been to the boardwalk before, but never with her father. Somehow, it seemed so much more magical with him escorting her. She wore a light sundress and the pokes at the tips of her moderately sized breasts suggested that was pretty much all she wore. Keen observers could even spot her piercings.

Despite Victor’s gait, Dolly seemed to be guiding him forward, wanting to see all the attractions around her. She gasped and “ooooh”ed and “ahhh”ed at all the right times to the few performers about and properly begged for sweets when they passed the vendors. Just as they were about to leave the business of one of the merchants (“peppermints!” she had squealed) she spied the secret reason she had wanted to go down to the waterfront today.

It was a small shack situated between a butcher’s shop and a taxidermist’s. On top was a giant television with magnificent definition that televised the inside of the booth. The white room seemed to be bare, save only a reclining bench in the middle. Advertisements on the side invited people to get their pictures taken and maybe more. The “door” was only a flimsy curtain.

They were here and she couldn’t possibly be more excited.

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Inspired by the ultracasual snuff stories of u/Badideasgirl on r/GuroErotica.

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Weird Stepbrother
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“Hey, do you want to hang out with your stepbrother?” Kaylee mused. She looked over at her friend Nikole. “He’s really cute.”

Nikole made a face. “Yeah, but he’s into all kinds of weird stuff. He listens to weird music and he likes weird-looking girls and he watches weird animated porn.”

Kaylee dipped her toes in the water. The two girls were sitting on a towel at the end of a dock at a lakeside cabin. Nikole’s new stepmother had owned it until she’d been called up for a fuckstop during the honeymoon trip. She had ended her marriage, and her life, with a stranger’s cock inside her and her head toppling to the floor as she was guillotined.

“I watch weird animated porn,” Kaylee said. The corpse of a woman floated by on the lake, probably snuffed on a boat party further out.

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I have a story I want to share and I can't really share it with anyone I know so I thought you folks might like to hear it! It was just the most delightful, unintentionally erotic evening I've ever had. I'm sharing it here because vomit was definitely a key part of the evening! Note, This story mostly focuses on vomit and pee. Even then I consider it pretty softcore.

I met this girl at a bar and we hit it off, she was sweet and kind of dorky, a light skinned, petite little thing. She took me over to her place that night and we hung out a few times afterwards. This one particular evening we were at my place, drinking and watching movies and cuddling when she suddenly sat up.

We hadn't drank that much...so I thought. We had been sharing a bottle of wine. and were most of the way through it...but that was lighter than other nights we had had together. I asked her if she was okay, and she quickly replied 'I'm gonna throw up' I was surprised...Like I said I didn't think we had drank that much. I was also immediately turned on... "Really?" I asked, in an effort to stall, she was close and maybe would puke all over the floor right in front of me. or maybe all over me...

She didn't respond. She stood and rushed to the bathroom. Only pausing briefly to gag, I could hear the gurgle in her throat and watched as her cheeks puffed out, her mouth filling with a slurry of half digested Chinese food and wine. Then she hastened to the bathroom. As badly as I wanted to rush to the bathroom and watch her spilling her guts all over my toilet...I held back. At once Not sure how I would explain sitting around watching excitedly...and afraid I might do something that would give away my particular perversions.

So I simply listened as she retched, the sound of puke splashing loudly in the toilet as I left the tv muted. Each Belch and gag sent shivers through my body. After a short time...she exited the bathroom. I playfully asked her if she was feeling better...but she looked terribly embarrassed. She looked up from the floor with an expression of disgust and shame and said in a small voice "I peed myself"

My breath caught in my throat and I had to suppress my excitement as I looked down to see her jeans soaked down to the knees. I stood up quickly and rushed over to her to comfort her. She wasn't sobbing or anything...but I wanted to look good so I acted quickly. I offered to help her change out of her wet clothes and give her something of mine to wear. Stripping her wet jeans and panties off, admiringing her glistening piss soaked pussy and legs and desperately suppressing my desire to lick her clean.

I gave her my own underwear and a pair of shorts, setting her wet clothes aside in the corner of my room as I tried to find a way to get her to 'forget' them at my place. With little fuss, we returned to cuddling on the couch...except now she smelled faintly of piss. I held her close to me...resisting the urge to get too frisky...imagining that most normal people didn't get terribly turned on when their girlfriend puked and pissed all over herself.

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Contains: brain swap, light brain surgery
I hope I got the formatting right.


“Wo-o-o-ow, this is where you live?”

Aika stood at the foot of the steps leading to Rin’s front door. The home was a lot smaller than she was expecting (she had imagined a palace). It was compact, cubic, modern, and cute.

“Don’t forget, it’s your home, too. For the next week, you’re going to see life through my eyes. C’mon!
I’ve got some really cool stuff to show you up in the studio!”

Rin hooked her arm around Aika’s and guided her up the steps to the door.


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I have been writing more recently, and I wanted to make one thread for all of my stuff. I like affectionate and well endowed executioners, I like pullups, I like gentle flirting and snuggles, and mostly semi-con situations. So my stuff will have these things a good bit of the time.. Not always. I made a new thread because the Nobles stuff wasn't getting the creative juices flowing but I did have ideas. This will be assorted stuff, there will be some Nobles and Clones, but there will also be other setups, and one-shots. if you don't like one, you might like the next. If you like it, definitely let me know! :) the first couple posts will be my stuff from other threads.

It was Friday afternoon, 4:30 to be exact, and I was stuck at home watching my 7 year old sister Cailyn. Our parents wanted to go out for the night, so instead of hanging out with my friends I was forced to hang out with my sister. She sat next to me on the couch watching YouTube on her tablet, I pretended to watch with her.
"Hey Cailyn?" Cailyn paused her video and turned around to face me.
"Yea?" She gave me a confused expression.
I thought to myself for a moment, trying to decide if I should even say what I had in mind.
"Okay so, dont take this the wrong way but I really didnt want to have to babysit you this weekend, I was gonna go out with my friends.."
"Oh?" Cailyn looked up at me a little offended, but still listening.
"Since our parents are forcing me to Babysit you, I was thinking maybe you could help make this weekend worth my while. Mom and Dad aren't even paying me to watch you, so it's only fair that you repay me for my time.."
Cailyn nodded in agreement before quickly shaking her head no. "I can't pay you, I don't have any money." She looked down giving a slight frown.
"No, no, not money." I laugh a bit at her response. "I was thinking more along the lines of you taking off your clothes for me and letting me do whatever I want to you, at least until Sunday night."
Cailyns face went from one of understanding, to shock. "But, mom said I shouldn't let anyone see my privates…" Cailyn frowned again, looking up at me.
"Well, when they left for the weekend I got put in charge, so that means I make the rules now. Got it?"
Cailyn nodded as I continued.
"Rule 1, don't tell mom and dad anything about this.

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In a quiet town nestled in the English countryside, the children of St. Agnes Elementary eagerly awaited their long-anticipated field trip. The destination? Sidney's Meat Processing Plant, a gleaming bastion of innovation that promised to offer a glimpse into the future of cuisine. Miss Hargreaves, their second grade teacher, had spent weeks preparing them for this enlightening journey, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she described the delicious dishes that could only come from the most tender and fresh of sources. The class, mostly made up of 8-year-old girls with a sprinkling of 8-year-old boys, had listened with rapt attention, their imaginations running wild with the thought of seeing the transformation of their very own kind into succulent meals.

Upon their arrival, the children were led to a spotless cafeteria where they were served a feast of exotic dishes, each one highlighting the versatility and flavor of girl-meat. The menu was varied, from sweet and sour tenderloin to spicy meatballs, with every dish a testament to the culinary artistry of Sidney's chefs. The air was thick with the mouthwatering scent of sizzling meat and the sound of happy chatter as the children dug in with gusto, savoring the juicy morsels that danced on their tongues. The one girl who had not returned her slip with the volunteer box checked, little Amelia, sat nervously in her plastic overall, watching her friends devour the meal without a care in the world.

After lunch, a robust man in a pristine white apron and a wide smile, Mr. Jenkins, stepped before the group. His enthusiasm was infectious as he announced the pièce de résistance of their field trip: a live demonstration of how Sidney's world-famous girl-meat was processed from start to finish. The children clapped and cheered, their eyes wide with anticipation. Miss Hargreaves' smile grew even more wicked as she scanned the room, her eyes lingering on each of the girls who had been granted the rare opportunity to serve their community in such a unique way.

"But wait," Mr. Jenkins exclaimed, holding up his hand for silence, "today is special! We have a very important job for some brave souls. Would any of you lovely young lasses like to volunteer to be a part of the demonstration?" The room buzzed with excitement as hands shot up from the girls, all eager to participate. The four boys looked on, a mix of curiosity and unease crossing their faces as they realized they were not the focus of today's lesson.

Miss Hargreaves' eyes scanned the sea of eager hands, her heart racing. She knew the parents of these girls had not explicitly signed their consent for this part of the demonstration, but the allure of the extra income was too tempting to resist. Plus, it was all for the sake of education, wasn't it? She gave a discreet nod to Mr. Jenkins, signaling her approval. "Very well," he said, "Let's pick someone who's been especially good today." His gaze fell on Amelia, the only one who hadn't yet tasted the forbidden fruit of her own kind.

Amelia's hand shot up, her cheeks flushing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. She had heard the whispers at home, her parents discussing the possibility of her joining the ranks of Sidney's suppliers. It was a proud tradition in their family, one she had dreamed of being a part of since she was old enough to understand the concept. "I would love to," she said meekly, "but I already promised Daddy he could spit roast me for his birthday barbecue next month." A collective gasp filled the room, followed by a round of giggles from the other girls who knew all too well what that entailed. The boys stared, wide-eyed and blushing, as the teacher nodded solemnly.

"Very well," said Miss Hargreaves, her eyes flickering with disappointment before she turned her gaze to the other girls. "Who else would like to volunteer?" A chorus of eager voices rang out, each girl eager to impress Mr. Jenkins and secure their spot in the demonstration. The teacher's smile grew as she watched the hands waving in the air, knowing that the extra credit would pad her paycheck nicely. She took her time, drawing out the suspense until finally her finger landed on a small, shy girl named Lily.

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For great justice!
https://mega.nz/file/EzhEhCiL#GSA-YNCT8yAb_SFICmj9cfQI0_15z0HkH_TAcrQxv3Q

Hi! I never wrote anything that big in English so sorry for mistakes in advance. I wanted to give you an idea of my setting so I can right different humiliating stories. I write mostly about men abusing women but it’s just my preference, this world is build in a way to satisfy every preferred gender.

I really like snuff, gore and all this stuff but in real life I don’t think that my persona fits this kind of stuff. So I will be honest with you guys here. I hope you will like my setting. DO NOT HARM REAL PEOPLE. It’s just FANTASY, not real.

I will include trigger warning in stories. I write them as they go, so I will not promise anything.

Feel free to write in my setting but please don’t change it. It’s really important to me. It’s really flexible for any fantasy, so good luck!

Here is my SS (snuff setting):

Something that one day was meal out of desperation, became culture.

The experiments on human genome wasn’t successful as expected. They never really reached any peak but it was enough for times of desperation.

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I was really bored, trying to figure out something to do. After thinking over my options I figured I should go see what my twin sister is up to. I head upstairs, making my way up to her bedroom door.
I stop for a moment, deciding whether to knock or not. After thinking it over, I shrugged, she said I could every other time I've asked, she'll be cool with me just walking in.
I turn the handle and push the door open, making my way inside.
"Oh Fuck!!" I stop when I'm halfway in, realizing my 15 year old twin sister was completely naked and rubbing her pussy.
My sister looked up at me shocked "what the fuck! Why the hell didn't you knock!!"
She covered herself with a blanket and looked at me angrily, before quickly taking a breath and calming herself.
"Shit, I'm sorry, you said I could come in every other time I asked, I just assumed it'd be okay this time too.." I keep looking at her, still not sure how I should react.
"Whatever, it's fine…" she said "you're my brother, we used to bathe together, you're good." She smiled, seeming a lot calmer now.
"Alright." I smile back "Well, I'll leave you be, let me know when you're done." I turned to leave but she stopped me
"No its fine, you can stay, I really don't mind.." she gave me a polite smile.
"Uh, are you sure? I figured you'd want to finish up in peace.." I raised an eyebrow and she shook her head "I mean I do want to finish, but you can stay. We're twins, we're genetically almost exactly the same, it's only as weird as doing it by yourself is!" She giggled a bit before continuing "I'm serious, you can stay and watch or whatever, I really don't mind.."
I nod, pushing the door closed behind me and making my way over to her bed, sitting down next to her. "So what am I gonna do, just watch?" I asked questioningly. "Yea of course, here, maybe this will help." She pulled her blanket off and spread her legs "there, now you have a reason to stay. I figure doing it while covered up would be boring anyways." She slid a finger between her thighs and began rubbing her perfectly shaved slit.
"I mean, as fun as that sounds, I don't want to just sit and watch-" she cut me off "no, no, you can jerk off or whatever, we used to bathe together and genetically we're almost the same person, it's not that big of a deal." She turned herself to face me directly and spread her legs wide "I'm serious, pull it out, I don't mind."

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