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    Tales from the Office of Termination

    Common tags; cons, semi-cons, casual, teen, post-mortem release (piss), cann, decap, hanging, shooting, throat slitting, execution.

    I will post individual tags in stories that contradict the above, or contains something extreme but not tagged here.

    Since many of my termination stories won’t take place at school, and I can’t change thread titles, I decided to create a new, appropriately-titled, thread. So fans don’t have to continuously bump the old thread, I will import the two stories to this one at some point.

    My stories will pretty much be focused on female terminations, from the ages of 13 to 35; though, I will occasionally go as high as 40. While I won’t write male victims, they are implied in-universe, and others are free to write stories involving male victims. I only ask that you loosely follow the canon of this setting.

    The Office of Termination takes place over a thousand years into the future, near the star system Nu Phoenicis. A highly advanced intellect known as The Emperor, formerly human, essentially rules over the system, after establishing a human colony on and around the fifth planet, Kalma. The Office of Termination was set up, more for his own deranged entertainment, and the entertainment of other deranged individuals throughout the colonized galaxy.

    Once a citizen turns 13, they become eligible for the Regular Termination System, although, they cannot willingly volunteer themselves until the age of 16. Termination Days occur irregularly at the provincial level. During those days, citizens are scheduled for termination should they violate any laws, regardless of how minor. During these days, schools may also terminate misbehaving students, or students with low grades, and citizens who lose their jobs may be terminated. Parents and legal guardians may offer disobedient children from 13 to 15 to the Office of Termination.

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    Birthday Termination

    The thirteenth and final birthday party for Katherine Fields was an afternoon the teen would not forget; not that she would have time to forget it. A pile of dishes were stacked haphazardly on the sink. The table was littered with crumbs; in the center was a platter, topped with the boney remains of a sixteen-year-old’s legs and pelvis, and a single slice of chocolate cake, covered in pink icing. Most of her friends had gone home, except for Vlatko; a boy of fifteen, muscular, dark-brown skin, messy black hair, and Katherine’s boyfriend. He and Katherine sat on the couch, looking at each other, hands on their bellies as they sat off her birthday dinner.

    “So, are you two gonna go in the room and fuck already, or not?” Katherine’s mom, Jenny, tapped her arms. “Don’t tell me you got chicken after years of begging me to let you two have some alone time.” She made sure to air quote the last two words.

    Katherine laughed. “We’re going to make love,” she turned towards Vlatko, “right?”

    His cheeks went a little red. “Uh… Yeah. I’m ready when you are.”

    Of course he was, and she knew it. Her boyfriend had quite the tent pitched in his gym short for the entire time he was at the party. How could he not? Katherine, creamy skin, stomach and legs toned to perfection by years of gymnastics and dancing. Katherine’s jet-black hair, normally a wavy veil which draped below her hips, had been braided into a ponytail. Her breasts, a pair of plump oranges unusually ripe for her age, stood firmly and fully beneath her turquoise sports bra, with her hard nipples barely concealed beneath the fabric. A pair of workout shorts, matching her turquoise bra, wrapped tightly against firm ass cheeks, and the subtly curve of her hips that, while not quite those of a woman, were no longer those of the little girl she once was.

    Katherine stood up and reached out her hand. She helped her boyfriend off the couch, and the two walked towards the hallway. Katherine stopped to look back.

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    I love your stories! This one was the best yet. Please keep writing. We all appreciate it.
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    a great sory
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    “What are you reading?” Helen asked with a smile, coming into the bedroom and seeing her friend Laura sat up on her bed deeply engrossed in an old-looking book.

    Hamilton Hall was an old-fashioned but extremely successful girls’ boarding school in Warwickshire, the equal of an exclusive, fee-paying school in England. The main difference between it and its rivals being that it was entirely free to attend. No fees were charged to the girls or their parents, no was any charge made for their boarding or food. Even the strictly-enforced uniform was provided by the school. The lucky girls who attended wanted for nothing and no ethnicity or social background was either over-represented or excluded. While more than two thirds of the pupils did happen to be white, this was far more down to general demographics than any factor in the selection process. Every pupil graduating from the privately-run institution was all but guaranteed a place at any Oxford of Cambridge college they desired, or equivalent university abroad such as those in America’s Ivy League. As such, places at Hamilton Hall were highly sought after and the selection process extremely rigorous. Only the best and the brightest could gain one of the twenty-four coveted places for each new intake.

    Although the entry tests had of course been changed and updated many times since the founding of the school, they were always devised according to the philosophy of its founders, Lord Arthur Hamilton and his wife Henriette. This trail-blazing pair believed that true intelligence lay in the ability to solve riddles and situations rather than simply taking in information. They were keen that, unlike other selective schools, it would be impossible for ambitious parents to have their daughters coached to pass their test, favouring by default those families who could afford to hire private tutors. No knowledge per se was required to pass the Hamilton Hall entrance exam, only the ability to think and reason. Any girl who could read and write to a basic level had an equal chance of scoring highly.

    Of course along with the great opportunity, high expectations were placed on the pupils with strict academic rigour and even stricter discipline. Not that the school was an unhappy place for its pupils aged eleven to eighteen – rules were strictly enforced but fairly without any attempt to trip the pupils up or emphasise one rule over another at the whim of any given teacher. All the pupils were well aware of every rule and equally aware of the consequences for breaking them. Even the punishments, on the rare occasion they were replied, were fair and designed to fit the crime but, in general, with the girls so well looked after and supported by the staff team, including the teachers who delivered the lessons and the support staff who supervised the residential and leisure aspects of school life, invoking the disciplinary process was a rare event indeed.

    “It’s the diary of Arthur Hamilton.” Laura set the book down on her lap and smiled. “Well, the journal he published when he got back from his famous trip. There’s like five copies in the library downstairs!”

    “Don’t you know that story already?” Helen laughed. “They tell us every year when there’s new first-years.”

    “Yeah they tell us the basic story,” agreed Laura, “but there’s way more in the book than the way they tell it in assembly. It’s got photos too.” She turned the open book around to show her friend, turning it on its side so that the picture would be the right way up. It was a very formal, sepia portrait showing three slightly horse-faced white girls with long, slightly curly brown-looking hair, from pre-teen to late teens. It was not difficult to recognise the trio from the portrait that hung in the dining hall – they were the daughters of Lord and Lady Hamilton. However, the rest of the picture could not have been more different from the familiar painting!

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    Thank you! :D
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    Fantastic story Blake! Please keep writing.
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    Hi Blake, Just checking to see if you're still around and doing ok. We still keep hoping that you'll start writing again.
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    a really great cannibalism story ;)
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    It was Christmas in Harry's seventh year. As always, he was visiting the Weasleys. They were all drinking coffee when Mrs. Weasley got up.
    She turned to everyone and said, "Ginny here just told me she decided to be the feast today."
    Everyone in the room gasped, especially Harry. He had heard that cannibalism still existed in the wizarding world, but why did Ginny, his girlfriend, want to be cooked.
    "Why Ginny. Why are you doing this to me. We're so happy together," he asked her.
    "Well. It is in Hogwarts tradition that a girl and a boy are cooked from every house for the graduation party of the seventh graders. And I'm the only girl in Gryffindor in my year. So I only get ahead of it better cooked and eaten by my family and friends than by any classmates."
    "She's joking or" Harry asked his best friend Hermione.
    "No, this tradition really does exist. But you would know that when you and Ron would finally read" A story from Hogwarts. ""
    Harry nodded. He could now understand Ginny why she wanted to be cooked today. Then a thought came to his mind.
    "Ginny, I really can't live without you. You are the love of my life. What do you think about us being cooked together today?"
    Now everyone was looking at Harry in shock, including Ginny.
    Ginny was the first to catch herself. "Are you serious Harry?"
    "Yes, I can't and don't want to live without you. I'd rather let me cook with you than the last experience together than to live without you."
    "You are so sensitive. But that's exactly why I love you," said Ginny now. She got up and went to Harry and pulled him into a passionate kiss.

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    your both stories from yesterday are great
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    my stories can no be also found at
    https://archiveofourown.org/works/24020419/chapters/57789685
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    Quidditch cup won - victory party
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    It was Harry's seventh year. Gryffindor had just won the Quidditch Cup again. There was a large party in the room of wishes on the seventh floor.
    It was a tradition at Hogwarts that the victorious house chose up to four students from among its members who were cooked in honor of the team.
    So the party wasn't long when Hermione asked: "And who is on the menu card this time?" She was looking forward to eating delicious girl meat again.

    "I would volunteer," said a little third grader.
    "And me too," cried Parvati.
    Demelza Robins also answered. She wanted to ennoble her victory by being eaten by the other team members and their friends as well as the rest of the house.

    Because of his position as captain, Harry then asked, "Are you sure? And how do you want to be cooked?"
    "So I want to be fried," said the little third grader eagerly, who listened to the name Sarah. "I thought of standing in a transparent saucepan and dripping hot oil on top of me from another saucepan. And if I'm trapped in the hot oil, I'll be fried." The room of the wishes made a corresponding facility appear immediately.

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    Ginny´s 17th birthday


    It was the summer vacation after the seventh year of Harry and his friends. Today Ginny would celebrate her 17th birthday. Hermione had a very special present to give to her friend. In the magic world, it was common to served girlmeat on girls' 17th birthday. Hermione knew that the Weasley wouldn´t be able to afford such a thing. So she decided to make herself available as meat.
    Except for Ginny, Hermione had already introduced everyone to her plan. Especially Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Harry had initially been against it. But had let themselves be persuaded, but it had been a hard job to convince Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

    When Ginny unpacked her presents after a extensive breakfast, she wondered why there was no present from Hermione. She looked questioningly at her. Hermione understood the unspoken question and said, "My present you get tonight Ginny. I will be your birthday dinner." Ginny looked at Hermione in shock and was surprised that no one else was shocked. "Are you serious?", she asked Hermione. The latter nodded and added: "I know about the tradition with the girl meat on the 17th birthday. And I also know that your parents cannot afford it, so I decided to make myself available. Before you say anything, let me tell you, that I really want that, that I thought about it carefully. Since I first saw how girls were cooked at Hogwarts, I have imagined that I would get cooked and eaten at some point. And what timepoint is better than your 17th birthday? And I also know that you find girl meat very tasty. " Ginny nodded and then hugged her friend. "Thanks for the great gift. You are really a great friend," she says afterwards. "How are you going to get cooked?" Ginny asked Hermione. "In a magical way. You tell me what you want from me and then I will cook the corresponding piece of me and then separate it." Ginny just nodded.

    They then spent a great day together. It was quickly evening and everyone gathered again in the kitchen. " You can always change your mind. I wouldn't be angry with you." said Ginny to Hermione when she already entered the kitchen naked. The other present people already glanced over Hermione's body and imagined what she would taste like. Hermione just shook her head at Ginny's question, then climbed onto the dining table and lay down in the middle.
    "Birthday child first," she said to Ginny. Ginny nodded and said, "I and Harry will take your cunt and breasts." Hermione nodded happily and cast the spell to cook her best pieces. That happened very quickly and Hermione separated her pussy and breasts from her body with an accurate cutting spell. Everyone in the room, including Hermione, thought Hermione's meat smelled delicious. Hopefully it would taste the same later.
    While Harry and Ginny started feeding each other with pieces of Hermione's boiled cunt, Ron said to Hermione: "I would like to take half of your crunchy ass." "And we share the other half," added Fred and George. Hermione, of course, loved to cook her crunchy buttocks. Being cooked piece by piece was just a great feeling.
    Harry and Ginny praised Hermione's delicious meat during they fed each other. This made the other mouths water. Hermione's ass was quickly cooked too, and she cut it off. The three boys were greedy for it.
    Bill and Fleur then ordered Hermione's right leg while Charlie took the left. These pieces of meat were also cooked quickly after Hermione cast the spell. Bill and Fleur then fed each other.

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    Yule Girls

    It was Harry's seventh year. Tomorrow would be Christmas Eve. On Christmas Eve there was always a special feast at Hogwarts, 7 cooked classmates, the so-called Yule girls. The number seven came from this because it was considered the most magical number in the magic world. As head boy, Harry was allowed to choose which seven girls it were. As in previous years, all girls would gather naked in the large hall after breakfast. Harry would then choose the seven that had the honor of being cooked. He would also be allowed to help with the preparation. He was looking forward to the later meal, because girl meat was really delicious. But he wasn't looking forward to choose the girls. He knew that his choice meant that the chosen ones would not have 24 hours to live anymore. The head boy in previous years had managed that too, so he would manage it too, he told himself.

    He was about to go to sleep when Hermione asked him to talk and then dragged him to a remote corner of the common room. There she started to speak: "Harry, you choose the Yule girls tomorrow. I have been dreaming of ending up as Yule girls since the first year. I would find it great if I were one of the girls you choose." Harry looked at his best girfriend in shock. "You don't mean that seriously now?", he asked. "However, I'm serious," she replied. Harry was still staring at her in shock. "Please," she said, putting on her dog look and looking at Harry imploringly. Harry nodded. "Ok, if you really want to. But you're going to explain it to the others now or tomorrow morning." Hermione nodded violently and hugged Harry. "Thank that you will fulfilling my wish," she said then. "No reason. If you are really sure that you want to be cooked, why shouldn't I do it then, even if it will be difficult for me. I will miss you," he said to her. "At some point we'll see you on the other side," said Hermione. "And until then I'm always in here, in your heart," she continued, placing her hand on Harry's chest, where his heart was.

    Then, while Harry went to sleep, Hermione went to her other friends and informed them of their plans. They reacted like Harry, but Hermine convinced them.

    The next morning everyone was in time for breakfast. Many were already looking forward to the evening, but some of the girls also felt fear. Afraid that they would not sit at the tables tonight, but could stand on the buffet table as food.
    After everyone was done eating, Dumbledore got up and went to the lectern. "As has been the tradition for over 1000 years, 7 of our female students will be the meal tonight. Mr. Potter, our esteemed head boy, will make the selection. The other boys will go back to their common rooms while the girls stay here and as soon as possible the boys are gone, they will take of their clothes. But you know that from the last few years", he said then. As Dumbledore sat down again, the other teachers and the boys left the great hall. Shortly thereafter, Harry was alone in the great hall with the headmaster and the girls. All of the girls then began to undress more or less shyly. Now the fear from the girls could be felt more and more. Dumbledore then made the house tables and benches disappear so there was more room in the great hall.
    After almost 15 minutes, all the girls were completely naked. Harry then went through the great hall and looked closely at the girls. However, he ignored the first and second graders and the majority of the third graders. In his opinion, they weren't mature enough to end up in the oven. Here and there he pinched in the breasts or the ass of a girl. He went several laps in the great hall and looked closely at all the girls. Then he had a few favorites that he wanted to take a closer look at. But before that, he chooses Hermione as the first Yule girl. This surprised most of the people in the hall and some started to whisper, but Harry didn't let that upset him. Hermione was pleased that Harry had kept his word and chose her. Now she was curious who she would be cooked with. Harry then took a closer look at his favorites, he pinched in the breasts or the ass of a girl here and there. In the end, in addition to Hermione, he opted for:
    - Lisa Patil, a pretty Gryffindor girl from the fifth, who was also the younger sister of Padma and Parvati. Of course, Harry earned a few angry looks from the two twins, but this didn´t impressed him. Lisa was happy to serve as food today. She had seen the angry looks of her sisters and decided to speak to them later.
    - Maylin Chen. A black-haired girl with Chinese roots. She was in sixth grade and in Hufflepuff.

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    The Borderland (guro, incest, light gay, loli, mild scat, military, pegging, school, snuff, war)

    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 standalone prequel to "A Tight Squeeze" (https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26591.html), meaning that either story can be read in isolation. Both stories exist in the same universe as "Fooling Around Under the Table" (https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/25615.html).

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    Chapter 1 - This is What We've Waited For

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    Chapter 2: This is it, Boys, This is War

    Stefania's mind raced the next morning as she slowly made her way down the road to the junction where she usually met up with Galina. The thought that her best friend's own father was abusing her like her own mother was using her made her shudder. Whether she was shuddering in disgust or in excitement was hard to discern to her young mind.

    Galina was waiting for her. Her brown hair was in a long braid that day.

    "Hey, Stefania!" her best friend smiled brightly as she approached. "About time. What kept you?"

    Stefania chuckled and waved at her friend.

    "In a hurry to get to school?" she asked.

    "Not that!" Galina answered as she reached out and grabbed her hand and they began to walk down the road.

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    Chapter 3: There is No Second Battalion

    Aleksander stood in the middle of the street and waved for Natalya, Stefania, and Galina to hurry and join him. They ran to him and followed him as they journeyed westward.

    The sun had set on the overrun town. The local militia had been routed and killed in the forest, and Bolshevik tanks were rolling through the town. The power had been cut.

    "Come, come, we have to leave," he said hurriedly under his breath.

    Natalya ran after him, small suitcase in hand, with the two girls trailing behind with backpacks.

    They hurried along the street toward the western end of the village. The town seemed eerily empty. Aleksander kept a look out as they went, but they encountered no one.

    "Papa, wait!" Galina called out, panting. "Where are we going?"

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    Josh's Reckoning (VWD, disposal, shota, f/b(13), femdom, dubious consent, guro, incest, racism, scat snuff, CBT)

    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!

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    “Yeah, dude, I’ll speak to you later,” Josh Cline called out to his football buddy, Dave, as they parted ways in front of his house.

    “Mom, I’m home!” the 13 year old yelled as he came in the front door, closing it behind him. He used the end of his football shirt to wipe some sweat from his forehead.

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    (Furry, snuff, necro, gynophagia)

    It was such a wonderful day in the sun. Dolly rolled over in the flowers and grass, and let out a happy little sigh, then let out a bleat and giggle as she felt a warm tongue slip into her cunt.

    Dolly Prime was between her legs, her fluffy white tail wriggling as she licked and lapped in her cunt, trying to find any last drops of the shepherd's cum.

    Dolly had been right. ... Well, Dolly Prime had been. She needed a vacation. Take off the suits, hang up the phones, hop a frosty flight to a resort planet and spend two weeks getting herded back and forth from the big spa barn to the sunny meadow in one long, continuous orgy.

    But to get herded, you need a flock. When Dolly Prime laid down in the cryobed before takeoff, she was alone. When the ship landed, she was a flock of fifteen.

    Alas, it wasn't perfect. Every Dolly had all of Dolly Prime's memories, but... There was that... Gap. Memories without living the moments. That fuzziness of being a brand new copy.

    And as much as Dolly Prime tried to blend with the giggling flock, she had that little bit of... Exhaustion, lack of wonder, that tired experience for having lived already.

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    A Sweet Dinner
    The time was several years after Y2K. Y2K had hit the civilized world with horrible vengeance. Computers stopped. Planes fell from the sky. Nuclear bombs went off by themselves. Daily food supplies stopped. People in great cities and small towns starved. Disastrous as it was, our small town survived the initial devastation.

    In our part of the world we took some of the good and made do with the bad. For instance, although the Central Government warned using too much food could bring about a famine. We took precautions. We did our part by not letting mothers get pregnant and fixing males. Doing this kept our population down. After all, we loved to eat, so something had to give which was to have fewer children.

    Now as the holidays came closer, the women would travel to neighboring town. The town didn't get its money by tourism, or selling crops, but by selling children. It was one of the ways thought of to keep a population down and have an income at the same time.

    Of course, to sell something then someone else must buy that something. In this case, when our women, who did the shopping, went to market, and they wanted something special, they would ride their horses over to the town named, Kidville. There the women would look over the fattened kids ready for sale. The people of Kidville didn't care who bought their kids, as long as they were sold.

    Some of the surrounding towns gave an outcry about the inhuman treatment of the children in Kidville. Yet on special feast days one could always find a fat kid roasting in the oven. We called them the hypocritical towns.

    So, now that you know the history and some of the background of how this inhuman treatment befell the human race, let me take you on a recent shopping trip. The holidays were approaching. My wife, Martha came and asked me, "George, what would you like me to fix for the holiday meal?"


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    I decided to create a genetic thread for any female users of this site who wish to appear in stories.

    I'm going to use the same sheet as I used for the other thread. You don't have to use it, but you should give some information concerning your appearance and preferences.

    Name: Victoria Phommahaxay
    Age: Mid-20’s. (In your story, you can make me as young as 9.)
    Eye-color: Brown
    Ethnicity: Asian-American
    Hair Color/Length: Waist-length, jet-black, occasionally dyed purple, or with purple streaks. It’s usually worn down or in pigtails.
    Height: 163 cm
    Weight: 47 kg
    Measurements: 36D-25-34; my breasts began to sprout at the age of twelve.


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    Well have a story started with you and Juliana, but been really busy the last month. Maybe I should post the first half and see how people take to it.
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    >>26600

    Well, Girl-in-Half has been written into some stories I think, certainly one by Onix. And at some point she'll make an appearance in The Splatter Factory.

    I'm writing again now, so who knows, it might even happen.
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    Name:Cami
    Age:16-23
    Eye-color:Blue
    Ethnicity:Caucasian
    Hair Color/Length:Long Curly brown hair thats shaved on the right side.
    Height:6'0
    Weight:125
    Measurements:32,32, A cup, 7.6", cant ejaculate

    Outfits:Long skirts, crop tops, overall pretty modest, likes colorful sweaters

    Death Preferences:Brainfucking! Disemboweling, crushing, as long as blood goes everywhere.


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    Wow! I'm flattered! I would love to read the first half!
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    Thanks! I'm glad to know the thread wasn't entirely waisted time.
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    (Here's another combining at least three different ideas I had. More to follow when I get time)

    As she sat brushing and drying her hair after her shower, fourteen year old Natasha looked out her bedroom window into the back garden where her Daddy’s going-away party was being set up. Her mum, a well-respected local party and event planner, was supervising the set-up on their large, tree-edged lawn while the twins raced around in bikini-bottoms, exploding with giggles as they squirted each other with giant water-pistols. She heard her mum shout to the two twelve year olds to stay out of the way of the workmen setting up the jungle-themed props and decorations. She knew that this team and the caterers has worked with her mum many times in the past, that she was liked and that there was a strong mutual respect among all of them. Of course, this was the first event her mum had organised where she was also on the menu!

    A month ago, Natasha’s dad had been offered a big promotion at work which came with a huge salary increase and a big increase in status but it came with a catch. Not only would his company only pay to relocate him rather than his whole family but, because of the job’s location in the middle of the City, he’d be provided with a city apartment, plenty big enough for a man on his own to live well but far too small for a family with three children. The family had all sat down together over dinner, talked it over and agreed that he should take the job.

    None of the girls had seemed too surprised when it was suggested that they should cook at their dad’s going away party. Natasha had always assumed she would end up on the menu sooner or later and had certainly not failed to notice the way her parents looked at her, especially in the last year or so when she had really blossomed into a young woman with an athletic but curvaceous figure and pretty big boobs for her age that were the envy of many of her friends. She was lucky, she thought, to have taken after her mum in that way!

    Natasha’s mum was a tall, Mediterranean beauty with big, firm breasts and a spectacular ass, looking a lot younger than her thirty-seven years. Probably capable of another baby or two, she’d have probably had no problem at all finding a new husband if that was what she wanted but divorces, even perfectly amicable ones, were messy and complicated and she didn’t want her beloved husband feeling held back by any ties to his former life as he settled into his new role and so she had decided to join her daughters in providing the meat for the party.

    The three girls, like their mother, all had long, thick almost-black hair but while her skin was olive and the nipples crowning her firm, full breasts light brown, her daughters were pale like their father with pink nipples, although Natasha’s were darker than the twins’. Although nobody would call her chubby and her ass, thighs and boobs were firm, Natasha’s figure was voluptuous and meaty. She had been quite a plump child but a growth-spurt at the start of puberty had helped to stretch her out a little and redistribute her figure, leaving her curvy in all the right places. The twins, in contrast, were naturally skinny with their ribs and hip-bones clearly visible. It was not that they didn’t eat well – both could put away more than Natasha at any meal and were always full of energy, they just never seemed to put on any weight. Even so, both had cute little butts and the beginnings of hard, pointy little titties on their chests. They would not have fetched much if sold to a butcher, unlike Natasha or her mum, but they were sure to make delicious soup ingredients at the party!

    Natasha watched through the window as the garden was transformed into something resembling a movie set of a cannibal village deep in the jungle. There was a raised stone grill, the steel mesh across the top being a concession to practicality over authenticity, with what looked like a free-standing door-frame beside it made from rough-hewn wooden poles. Two fibre-glass but convincing mud huts had been erected and, in front of them, a large black iron pot suspended from a wooden frame over a stone-encircled but as yet unlit fire. Further along was the piece of equipment that Natasha was really interested in – the long wooden spit over a fire-pit on which she would be roasting, turned manually by one of the catering team who would, of course, be dressed to match the theme.

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    Sorry, but I will pass, as usual. I feel like I could write a whole other story in the time it would take to read this one. How come every cannibalism story with one line worth of plot like "yet another girl gets cooked" has to be stretched out into a novel. By the end of the first post I already can't help but not care anymore. And then when I saw this was just the first part of many, okay, you see, I lost it. How it's not even like the end of first chapter where each chapter would be a collection of scenes and provide a logical ending where you can stop and continue tomorrow. No, there aren't even different scenes, the whole thing is literally one single scene stretched out to the length of a novel. It drives me mad.
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    Excellent story. Loved the touch where the dad wants to spare his wife but is cool and casual with cooking the kids. Looking forward to more!
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    This was a nice, hot story.
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    I don't know why people are giving you a hard time.

    The story was great and if it were ANY more conceptual than it was I would have quickly lost interest.

    As for length... It was GREAT!

    The only note In have is that it would have been fun to actually see the booking girl's deaths. Maybe a drowning, a heat poisoning and maybe something like one of them accidentally choked on a veggie as she is trying to take a drink? Idk that last one sounds silly but you get what I mean.
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    A Tight Squeeze (loli, dubious consent, snuff, asphyxiation, cannibalism, mild scat, school)

    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!

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    She's an adult, he thought, looking into her bright green eyes.

    "I really want to see whether the students…"

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    Jason looked over to the beautiful woman sitting across from him, her long brown hair draping over her shoulders. She is a vision, he thought as she took a sip of her wine. She wore a black, shoulderless dress that showed off just a hint of her cleavage and hugged her slim frame.

    Rebecca noticed Jason staring.

    "I really appreciate it," she said, smiling at him.

    "I beg your pardon?" Jason inquired, slightly flustered at having been caught staring at her.

    "For everything," Rebecca said. "For hiring me, for supporting me in the job."

    "It's my pleasure," Jason said, returning the smile.

    "You know," Rebecca said with a blush. "I've had a crush on you ever since middle school. You have been my favorite teacher ever."

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    Good story. I had kind of thought this was a world where female free use was legal but sex with students was still socially unacceptable given the attitudes of Ivanovas, and how easily and quickly the principal did a 180 in his attotude and eagarness to fuck Stefania. I was convinced once he clearly didn't care about Stef's comfort or Ms. Long's concent once the decision to have sex was made and the ease with which he was willing to kill and discard Stefania further made me think that such things might not be unheard of in that society.

    However,the very, very end makes me think that that was not the case and that my assumption was wrong.

    In either case it was a very good story. VERY GOOD.

    My only other comment other than wishing that it was set in a world where we would be likely to see more such stories is, that I wish we could have had a little scene set in side the locker that let us see Stefi's death.
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    Melody’s anatomy lesson
    (No-sex loli dissection snuff cannibalism)

    Mrs. Jenkins' backyard was a riot of color, her garden a stark contrast to the dreary London streets outside. Melody Simmons, wearing her favorite pink dress, skipped through the vibrant flowers, her laughter echoing off the high brick walls. It was a rare sunny afternoon, the kind that felt like a warm embrace after the dreary school week.

    "Melody, dear, come help me with the cookies," Mrs. Jenkins called out, her voice as sweet as the blooming lavender that surrounded them.

    Melody's smile widened as she dashed into the kitchen, the scent of freshly baked cookies wafting through the open door. Mrs. Jenkins was a kind teacher, the kind that made school bearable. She had always had a special bond with Melody, often inviting her to her house for extra lessons or afternoon tea. But today was different. Today, Melody had agreed to help with a very special anatomy class.

    Her heart pounded as she took her seat at the sturdy wooden table. Mrs. Jenkins had set out a tray of sandwiches, a jug of lemonade, and a plate of cookies that looked suspiciously like the ones they had made together. Melody's stomach rumbled, but she knew she wouldn't be allowed to eat today. She had a role to play in this lesson, one that was both terrifying and thrilling in its novelty.

    The other students began to trickle in, their eyes wide with curiosity. They whispered to one another, glancing at Melody and then at Mrs. Jenkins. She noticed some of them clutching notebooks and pencils, others with cameras at the ready. This was going to be a lesson they'd never forget.


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    >>26227
    I started the thread with a world building Idea which you can read at the quoted post (I hope... new to these parts) and got a little feedback. So I wrote a story, or what could be the start of a story, that has a prologue and a single Chapter... IF I continue it, the story will be individual events following a school and a single teacher in that school. (Explained in the prologue)

    The prologue has a modified explanation that is a little bit more loosely worded but fits the context that I wanted to write in, giving a little background that wouldn't be easy to put into the story itself.

    The prologue is world building, in a nutshell, so I'll probably tag it as such, but with a few other minor tags.

    Look for both shortly...
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    > worldbuilding about the implication that people are just fine with casual guro is fun too!
    But the thing is there's no worldbuilding here, it's just "a wizard did it" unironically spelt out within the actual story.

    Here's an example of worldbuilding explaining how people are fine with casual guro:
    Long time ago public executions were both a form of punishment for criminals and a form of entertainment for the crowd. With advent of humanism, it was deemed too inhumane as a form of punishment... however it was hard to push for the ban of capital punishment when the crowd still demanded their entertainment. So the humanists proposed a compromise: there will still be executions held for entertaining the crowd, but instead of prisoners they will use volunteers. The logic is that since they volunteer to it, it's not inhumane. Who would volunteer though? For starters the dedicated humanists themselves, for the sake of promoting the ban of capital punishment. Then as with time this idea grows on the people, and the very idea of execution stops being associated with punishment but becomes more associated with entertainment, volunteer for execution will become seen as an entertainment job, like being a singer or actor. Indeed, singers or actors would volunteer, as essentially executions are now on par with music and movies. While entertainment was always an aspect of executions, which has led to this situation in the first place, back then it was more of a byproduct, but now entertainment becomes the first and only aspect. Volunteer death now equates to fun, and with that shift in concept more and more people find out they're actually into being snuffed, turns out it can be fun not only for the audience, but for the volunteer too. And of course more brutal = more fun, so while some will be content with standard hanging or beheading, as dying itself is fun enough, others will seek out more creative and spectacular ways to die, say some famous entertainer might consider that only the most extravagant death would fit their status. Now, I mentioned executions being on part with music and movies, and seeing how a school can have school concerts or school plays, it also becomes normal for school events to have executions. Even kids' parties will occasionally have someone volunteer to die for their friends - and their own - fun, and that's viewed as normally as when the kids are, say, singing karaoke at the party, just another fun activity. And here you have a world of casual guro without any wizarding viruses involved.

    Another example is Edward Hyde's Sydneyverse.

    And before you say "but what of the numbers", people don't fap to numbers. Death of one fictional character is entertainment, death of millions of fictional characters is fictional statistics, which sounds even more boring than real statistics. The world also doesn't have to have everyone dying all the time, all it has to have is death as entertainment be normalized. Then you just write about the cases where it does happen and don't write about cases where it doesn't. Just like Harry Potter can tell a story all about wizards while only a tiny fraction of its world's population are wizards.

    > This is a common trope
    Trope-shmope. Just compare these two sentences:

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    I really appreciate the kind words. Glad you liked it


    Aoi, I wrote a whole reply to your last message and I deleted it because... well it came off as belligerent and mostly just angry. Frankly, I'm not going to argue with you on this anymore than to say your last two sentences make NO sense to me at all. The paths are talked about but none of them are actually assigned or described in the chapter. Natalie simple wants to be entertainment for her class. She knows they will enjoy it, and more importantly her teacher will.

    I've already said that the world building here was rushed and didn't quite have the effect I wanted, but it worked enough to give a starting point.

    Perhaps I'll write another chapter... perhaps not. We'll see. But if I do, I will be looking at students that follow those other paths as well. So, perhaps it will just be casual sex in one of the chapters...
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    > The paths are talked about
    Why are they even talked about? Who on Earth talks about it like that? Think how in our world we do have like nerds, jocks and so on, but we don't call them Paths with capitalization and talk about them like "The System said there were the Nerd Path, the Jock Path and the Delinquent Path, but the teacher knew you could also be an Athletic Nerd and of course Athletic Delinquent", or "This student showed promise in studying, but the teacher knew they were clearly leaning towards the more Athletic Path", or "Uhm, well, Sir... I think I wanna be a Jock, Sir".
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    I think "like a twelve year old" comes across as really harsh, Aoi, but what it DOES specifically remind me of is "Young Adult" fiction. Which is mostly written for twelve-year-olds, at least on paper, but not *by* them.

    Anyway, I guess that's my criticism there. But YA is quite popular, even if dystopian YA is on the wane for a few years now, so that's not necessarily awful?
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    Again, these are not my stories. They're from the old Gurochan. They are written by the quite talented and very missed author Rosie. I'd say he the Edward Hyde before Ed started writing. Enjoy:

    Ellie Wants a Swing:

    "Daddy, I want a swing."

    Elle was a cute nine year old girl with a pale complexion and long red heair gathered into two pony tails. She was thin to the point her limbs looked almost too fragile to support her own weight. She also had brown eyes and a cute smile on her face, which was meant to melt her father's heart so he would do what she wants.

    "I don't have one."

    Nick was getting annoyed. His daughter asked for a swing for what seemed to be a millionth time, despite him declining every time. He loved her smile and her big eyes, but they didn't work this time - he was busy and really did not have a swing, or even a spare tire to hang from the tree in their backyard.

    "Pretty pleeeeeease." She leaned closer to Nick, so he could see down her pink blouse. She didn't have breasts yet, but she knew he loved looking at her nipples. She was also amused by the fact that he still haven't noticed she constantly let him see them on purpose and not just accidentally.

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    Does anyone know if Rosie has ever written anything outside of the old gurochan?
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    Not that I know of.
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    i am pretty sure she recotinued thestoreis because there is a second day of babysitting somewhere on here already. like 1 - 2 pages back
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    This is more so of a shower thought rather than actual idea discussion.

    Drama involving AI aside... I do see the concept of NaNoWriMo that, if you write 1667 words a day...
    ...you would created something long enough to be considered a novel by the end of the month.

    So my thought is that is it possible for someone (if there's anyone bothered) trying this for their own /lit/ novel?

    /shrug
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    So this is the first time I've actually put forth effort in this story. 90 percent of this is ai, I'm just steering the ship. I do want to know what y'all think about it though. There's some brutal ryona in this and it's about a 14 year old girl.To be honest though I've seen a lot worse on this site. But I'm just letting y'all know what's in the story. It is going to be on going until I get tired of it I guess lol. But yeah if y'all do read it give me your feedback.













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