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    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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    And also because I suck at writing, obviously.
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    >>24965
    Then don't let my words discourage you and keep writing. Sucking at something is the first step at getting good at it.
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    >>24965
    I liked the story.
    Keep writing and you'll feel more confident with time.
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    >>24965
    Sucking at something is the first step to being good at something! Also I'm going to keep my headcanon ;)
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    It's a bit sad that this wasn't continued
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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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    Fantastic story! Thanks so much for writing it.
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    The part with the teacher and her profits was unnecessary and the part where it says she doesn't have consent from the parents is also nonsensical, as:
    1) the parents are all (at least of those kids who do end up participating) right there, just ask them to sign whatever you need them to sign right now,
    2) it says the students have all signed consent forms except for Amelia, so which consent is actually needed? If it's both, how did it happen that all of the kids signed, but none of the parents did, while all the parents are right there?

    Other than that it was a nice story, although some parts felt like AI took part in it, or maybe I'm just having AI paranoia where I end up suspecting everything of being AI... but apart from the weird consent thing I mentioned above it's because of the character's attitude like "strange sense of excitement", as I'd expect there's nothing strange to be excited about such things in such a setting. It makes me think of AI, because whenever I try to explain a setting of casual death to an AI, it keeps saying things like "despite the sadness there was a strange joy too" no matter how many times I tell it to not bring up sadness at all. But maybe that's your vision, I had a similar problem with stories by the author who goes by God.

    I expect it to be to nobody's surprise that I especially enjoyed the part with the twins, although maybe their experience could be described in a bit more detail, indeed that wouldn't hurt for most of the deaths, but especially something as fun sounding as meat grinder. But maybe the issue is exacerbated for me specifically, as the cooking details don't do anything for me and I mostly skip them, while for others they can compensate for the lack of details (and specifically the perspective of the dying characters) on deaths themselves.

    Oh, and I believe it's spelt Jekyll not Jeckle.
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    For great justice!
    https://mega.nz/file/EzhEhCiL#GSA-YNCT8yAb_SFICmj9cfQI0_15z0HkH_TAcrQxv3Q
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    Will his older works be added there as well?
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    >>16127
    They're still there from before - just search "Sidneyverse"
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    For those of you who haven't seen the post in "Art," Edward is running a fan art competition as a way of celebrating his character Sidney’s official slaughtering day.
    https://boards.guro.cx/art/koko.php?res=30148#p30148
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    The thread above has been locked and moved to /3dcg/ https://boards.guro.cx/3dcg/koko.php?res=4654
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    Most of the links aren't working
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    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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    > Basically, she doesn't really want to die, but she also wants to make her brother happy.
    I kind of get this is what you were going for, but the way it came out in the story felt quite off. I would guess it's another thing you spontaneously decided on the spot, so it ended up feeling like a change in attitude coming from nowhere. Or rather in this case from the brother instructing the sister to change her attitude, which is why it also gives off the vibes of roleplaying with AI.
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    >>25057
    Idk, makes sense to me. She doesn't want to upset him, so she holds back this part of her emotions until asked.
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    Like, to me, switching back and forth between powerful emotions in a consensual guro scene sounds normal, natural and hot, I wish more writers did that.
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    "switching back and forth between powerful emotions"
    I just need to work on keeping the inconsistencies in said emotions, consistent. Plan out characters more etc
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    I think he should open her head and change her mind directly.
    And I find the idea of getting the experience from the lobotomy recipient directly, hot. Maybe he needs help studying for a bio midterm and they can pick apart her brain, studying for the test.
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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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    bump
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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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    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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