The Brain Reader
Contains: brain surgery, mind control, might learn something

“It will look the same as before, right?”
Rin Kagamin asked the scientist as he was preparing to open up her head. He had already shaved the hair off for convenience.

“It will. Countless people have brain surgeries, you know,”
he said, not hiding the look on his face that said it was a dumb question.

“Relax, Rin,”
Miku Hatsune said from the stretcher next to her.

She was waiting for the same surgery to be performed on her. Both of them were fellow popstars and were quite renowned in the J-pop industry. Not only this, but they were also best friends and performed together quite often.

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Bacchanal

Manning a secondary transcription bay was considered a dead-end post. You were only assigned something as mundane as a rarely used backup transcriptor as punishment. This was the case for Kubler and doubtless had been for all of his predecessors. Various doodles from many hands covered his thick wooden desk—as old as the entire ship—showing a hundred years of disgraced engineer boredom.

Kubler didn’t mind the ancient outdated décor or the long hours of tedium. The job was by far the easiest he had had on the ship and as a man who loved undemanding work, he would be thrilled to keep it for the rest of his life on the colony ship’s multi-generation long voyage.

Besides, there were always people who found creative uses for the powerful matter transcriptor and he wasn’t above a little risk to make some money on the side. Most of these side jobs were drug related. The transcriptor could handle complex chemical compositions easily. One handful of pills could be easily copied and reproduced as many times as needed, for a pittance of raw material use. As long as no one got too greedy or careless, for a small price to Kubler you could have a virtually unlimited supply.

Other people had more unique vices. One of his customers had an actual live chicken, one of a dozen smuggled aboard when the ship first launched, the natural offspring passed down in secret, the owners forming a secret cabal to allow the chickens to meet and breed. Actual eggs were prized black market items on the ship, the rumor was that the current captain had a boiled egg for breakfast every morning and allowed the crime to continue unpunished as a hundred year old tradition. As far as Kubler knew, only he and his client were aware that one of the chickens was actually copied, killed, cooked and eaten by its owner once a month, making him one of the few colonists to have eaten animal flesh.

And then there were the twins.

Liz and Ross cautiously entered the bay, Ross carrying their long ship-standard engineers toolbag by the handle. It was the night shift, the vast majority of colonists would be asleep. Kubler knew what they wanted, they had been here often.

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body theft.

Brittany and Cathy were always having catfights, and as they were the most popular girls in school, everyone saw them. The thing they fought over the most, though, was Cathy’s boyfriend Mark. Brittany obviously loved Mark, and he had feelings for both girls, but Cathy confessed to him first so she got to be his girlfriend.

A month later, the two fought once more, and Brittany got detention while Cathy left for a date with Mark. But it was during detention, while she was forced to go through her science homework, that Brittany got a devilish idea in her head…

Cathy went to sleep that night with wonderful dreams about marrying Mark after graduation. But when she awoke, she was no longer at her home, but tied up in the basement of Brittany’s place.

“Good morning, bitch. I want you wide awake for what’s about to happen.”

Unable to move, Cathy watched as Brittany made a dotted line along her forehead with a marker.

"What are you doing, whore?”

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Savory Sixteen
Chapter 1: The Plan
Tags: romance, consensual cann, rape, incest, ff, ffm, teens (13+)

Hi, my name is Joy and this is the story of how the Dolcett County tradition of a 'Savory Sixteen' birthday party got started.

And just so we're super clear, this isn't going to be one of those light, feel good snuff stories, like the ones about Sindey's fans or that idiot Jessica. And it's not going to be one of those sadistic torture tales, which I have definitely never jilled off to. This shit is gonna get real. 'Cause this is what really happened. (That's just an expression; there isn't any scat in this story.)

Another thing, I'm telling the whole story, so if you're just here for the juicy bits, you'll have to be patient.

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I'm not actually anyone all that special: brown hair, a tight waist, B cup breasts, with a typical cheerleader body that could've easily gotten me a boyfriend, if I'd ever wanted one. I'm the middle of five girls in a family that can never afford the designer clothes which would give me a shot at belonging with the popular cliques, but somehow, I ended up best friends with the richest, sexiest girl in school, Brittany Hill, since basically forever. Like, she's so sexy she could probably get away with murder by just batting her sexy emerald blue eyes at the judge, or something.

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Fooling Around Under the Table (loli, dubious consent, uncle/niece, oral sex, asphyxiation, snuff)

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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"Your uncle will be here soon, sweetie," Alice Collins said as she threw a few last items into her suitcase. She looked up and smiled at Emma, her 9 year old daughter, who was lying on the bed watching videos on her tablet.

Emma smiled and blushed, but Alice did not notice. "Okay, Mommy." She's had a crush on her uncle Dan, her mother's older brother, for as long as she could remember.

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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.

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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.

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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.