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    Harry Potter and the Book of Deviance

    by SexistAliien; edited by Nicholas Fellheimer

    [my Pixiv got nuked; sharing here, and apologies if this is a repost]

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    “Ginny, wake up!” Hermione hissed.

    She knelt beside Ginny’s bed, desperately trying not to attract the attention of the other sleeping girls in the Gryffindor dormitory.

    Ginny opened her eyes slowly, but shot up in bed — suddenly wide awake — at the sight of Hermione. The vision that greeted her was completely unlike the Hermione she knew: Hermione’s previously modest-sized breasts had ballooned out to at least double-Ds … and Ginny was getting quite an eyeful of them, as Hermione was now only wearing only a skimpy, bubblegum-pink string-bikini-top composed of little more than two tiny triangles slightly smaller than her areolas.

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    Part 6:

    Hermione lazily flipped through the Book as she was assraped by an anonymous cock. She had been stretched out on her bed reading, naked and with her sexy butt pointed towards the door, when a hard, thick shaft suddenly pushed all the way into her rear entrance. Hermione had barely reacted, her asshole so used to being penetrated that it simply opened up
    and allowed itself to be roughly fucked. The most acknowledgement Hermione gave to her rapist was to start squeezing her ass muscles to provide him with a more pleasurable rape. This was such an automatic response to having something in her ass that it didn’t take much thought, so she just continued to examine the wonderful tome, satisfied that she was fulfilling her purpose as a female.

    The Book was just endlessly fascinating. She had read it cover to cover many times by now, but the contents seemed fluid, always changing to show new spells and new perversions, ready to worm themselves into her thoughts and imagination. There were sections on the summoning of sexual creatures, the transfiguration of the body, and warping of the mind. There were spells for masturbation, spells for lovers, and spells for full on orgies. Spells of privacy and exhibitionism, spells of control and submission, and spells for contraception or conception. And they all had pictures!

    One such picture caught Hermione’s interest. It showed the head of a woman, her eyes rolled back and mouth lolling open, in such pleasure that she had fainted. The reason for this was obvious - a man had inserted his cock into her ear to the base, literally fucking her head. Hermione had a flashback to her own brainfucking experience with her tentacular babydaddy, and felt her always-dripping cunt gush fresh girlcum onto her bedsheets.

    Her rapist noticed this and clearly thought he had something to do with it, as he started fucking into her squeezing asshole more rapidly. He reached out and grabbed her loose hair, balling it up in his fist and
    pulling her head back, using her hair as leverage to push his cock to its limit inside her. As she could no longer read the book, Hermione decided to help the boy along and began thrusting herself back against him.

    “Oh fuck yes, Daddy,” she moaned sensually. “Rape my tight little girl asshole. I’m just a dirty fucking jizz-toilet, waiting for you to fill me up with your seed. Cum inside your filthy cumdump, give me a purpose by shooting your sperm deep inside my ass. I want to feel your warm fuck dripping from my leaky shitpipe and over my dripping, greasy pussy-hole. I’ll push all your cun inside, I’ll fist myself, I’ll rape myself with your baby batter. You could impregnate me without even fucking my filthy whore cunt! Cum for me, Daddy! Please, please! Do it now!”

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    No.26356 [Report]
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    NOTE:

    I have two competing desires here, one of which is to share any of my guro fiction that people might be interested in reading; the OTHER is to not spam the shit out of this site, which — now that Dolcettish is gone & my Pixiv has been nuked — is basically the only place I have left on the internet.

    If folks are interested, I’ll post more material; if not, I will gladly just enjoy what others share. :)
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    No.26359 [Report]
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    >>26356

    I think more material is always appreciated (by me, at least - lots of people like to heap criticism on stories that don't play to their exact desires), but if you don't want to spam I think your best options are probably:

    A. Create a thread where you share all of your stories

    or

    B. Take about a week between posting each story until they're all up

    Either way, happy to have you here for as long as you can stand to stay
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    >>26356
    I liked it! If you wrote this, are you SexistAliien or Nicholas Fellheimer in the byline?
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    >>26361
    Sadly, no; to my knowledge, both writers have retired.

    My goal is simply to serve as an archivist. :)
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    Danielle was lounging on the couch in her bathrobe, hair still wet from the shower, watching the latest kiddie porn soap opera when her youngest daughter arrived home from school. She quickly changed the channel and pretended she hadn't just been stroking her clit when seven-year-old Casey puttered into the living room sobbing and crying, her eyes very red. But that wasn't as shocking as the fact that she was totally naked, which already told her mother everything.

    "Mooooom," Casey whined, clutching an envelope in her hand and thrusting it towards her. "T-they said... they said..."

    "Casey, goddammit, did you fail your test again?"

    The little one's breath hitched and she immediately took on a very defensive tone. "It's not my fault!! It's haaard!" She mewled.

    "Casey..." Danielle muttered exasperated, shaking her head. "This is the third time. I'm not doing this again."

    "Mom PLEEEASE!" The little girl pleaded, legs shaking, her face going pale with panic. "You have to tell them not to snuff me!"

    Her mother ignored her and turned her attention back to whatever was on the TV, her lips pursed in annoyance. She continued to absently shake her head side to side by tiny amounts, indicating her displeasure.

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    No.26291 [Report]
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    Amazing story!! I love how Danielle has such trust that gets lost
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    This is absolutely fucking beautiful and I will read anything you write.
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    Rachel dragged her struggling baby snuffsister into the kitchen by two fistfuls of the crying little girl's pretty golden hair, rugburning her tender young flesh as she went. She was grinning ear to ear, cheshire cat-like. Their mother followed behind, panting and huffing as she masturbated orgasmically. Her body was in a fever pitch of excitement - this was so sudden! This morning she had fed the girls breakfast and sent them off to school more or less fully clothed with a kiss on the forehead like any other; now she was hungrily staring at their naked bodies, their flat chests and nipples and glistening cunts, about to rape the smaller one to death and then have unlimited freaky hot sex with the older one as much as she wanted from now on!

    "Nnnggh, nnnghh!" Danielle moaned wordlessly, open-mouthed drooling.

    "Mommy," Rachel panted, out of breath from a combination of effort and lustful anticipation, "hold her down for me?"

    She made eye contact with her sadistic kiddie-killing daughter and enjoyed how it caused her clit to throb as she kept rubbing it. "I've got a better idea, sweetie, let's just break her limbs so she can't move!"

    "Oh fuck, okay!" Rachel exclaimed, and Casey whined and begged from the floor.

    The terrified child rolled her head side to side, flinching, as her mom grabbed her by the ankle and braced one of her scrawny legs against the edge of the kitchen table. Then, with a final pause to collect herself and a determined nod, Danielle stomped on Casey's knee as hard as she could, and broke her seven-year-olds leg with a hideous crack as it bent inward the wrong direction.

    The little bitch screamed in agony, a new level of misery out of her mouth, a new sharp pitch. Now it was Rachel's turn to watch wide-eyed and masturbate furiously as her mother demolished her naked kid sister's helpless extremities one by one. "FUCK YES MOM HHNGHH!"

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    >>26321
    This is, unsurprisingly, fucking EXQUISITE. Thank you for posting, and I very much look forward to reading more of your work. :)
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    >>26322
    I want to do the exact opposite of rush you, and instead simply state that I’m VERY much looking forward to seeing more of your work whenever you get possessed again by the creative spirit! :)
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    No.26227 [Report] AS
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    NOTE: Underage sex/death discussion included.

    There have been a few stories out there that have dealt with snuff in a school setting. Such as Miss Evan's Student Teacher (a story recently mentioned in another thread) or another story I read here that would snuff a student that failed a certain end of year test.

    I have been pondering the idea of building a world that would have something like this in it that has a different feel than those 2 stories. The former is almost entirely Non-Consensual or at least reluctant. Though there is at least one that is mostly consensual. The second is more reluctant than anything as they don't really 'fight back' against it, but don't necessarily enjoy it either.

    So, I came up with an idea.... a world where this might be a little more consensual, in some cases even "eager" with a more casual snuff feel to it as well.

    So here’s the world I have in mind… just the basics really, how it all came about is a mystery of 100s of years ago, perhaps even a 1000 years ago. The why just doesn’t matter anymore, what matters is the reality that females are exceptionally fertile now, but the ratio of male to female births is somewhere around 1 in 25. Though males aren’t exactly ‘rare’ given the fertility of women have had birth rates rise drastically. Most women will give birth to 1 baby each year, rather than before the change an average couple would typically have 2 or 3 during their lifetime.

    Child bearing was also affected by the fact that a female doesn’t start to ovulate at the onset of puberty, but rather several years later. This has the effect of not being able to bear children until the age of 16. While this does have some variation, births before the age of 16 are exceptionally rare, and not starting until after the age of 19 is almost unheard of. This fertile period for a female will typically last until their early 30s, giving each female that is not abstinent from the age of fertility the likelihood of giving birth to between 15 and 20 babies if they do not pass before their 35th birthday.

    Contraceptives are no longer reliably effective. While they work for some small percentage of females, like 15-20%, even for that group it’s only about 80% effective. In essence, a female is simply fertile or they are not. The one thing they can count on though is a ‘recovery period’ after a giving birth, as females do not seem to be able to conceive for approximately 3 months. The only other sure thing to stop a female from getting pregnant is a hysterectomy, but this has far greater complications now than it did before the change. (And it wasn’t without complications then)

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    well.
    in a hypotetical future, thinking machines could be the ones doing all the chores. meanwhile the entirety of the female livestock could be deployed for breeding and meat production. and perhaps with a sparkle of artificial insemination, a sow could produce 8~9 piglets per pop.
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    No.26275 [Report]
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    I wanted to be the first post but the thing about lower than 18+ is off putting.
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    > Perhaps those who don't have a particular goal they wish to dedicate their adult life to - which would be most of the kids - don't see harm in not making it to adulthood - especially seeing how most don't and it's the norm in their world. One way to think of it is that they take the joyful and fun part of life for themselves and leave the boring and tedious (adult) part to someone who's more into it. But it's not seen as egoistic, but more like leaving complicated stuff to actually competent people.

    Another aspect of this occurred to me the other day: one more way to think about it is that they treat dying not as losing their life, but as completing it... like finishing a book... or maybe even like finishing writing a book, so instead of being sad that it ended and wanting a sequel, it's more like - that's it, my story is now complete. Or another analogy: like finishing a videogame without caring to 100% it, and not feeling like you're missing out on all that side stuff because you simply never were a kind of player who was interested in it to begin with. This analogy works especially well with dying for graduation, like you've completed the fun story part and don't care about the remaining tedious endgame.

    Then there's the aspect where they don't think about death as making them miss anything, because they can't miss something without there being them to miss it. Although I guess at this point I'm just saying things I already said in my stories, just generalizing them as not just particular characters' motivation in a moment, but that it might as well be a whole world's common sense.

    Anyway, just wanted to mention these ideas before I forgot them.
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    >Then there's the aspect where they don't think about death as making them miss anything, because they can't miss something without there being them to miss it. Although I guess at this point I'm just saying things I already said in my stories, just generalizing them as not just particular characters' motivation in a moment, but that it might as well be a whole world's common sense.

    That's not a bad comparison to what I was thinking here. And I will say that some of your themes have rubbed off on the idea here. The whole casual side to snuff and it being fun... But that's only part of it for me.

    They don't look at this as a punishment, or an ending. They are ok with it because this is how they contribute to the society. (Or The Community as I've 'named' it) It's a purpose and a goal in their life to be able to contribute and so if that contribution is the be snuffed to make more available to others, then they should embrace that. Even if only in a 'reluctant' fashion.
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    >>26252

    I think you may have seen it, but for those that haven't... This is a story I posted based on my concept above.
    https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/26298.html
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    Hello, this is my first snuff erotica that I'm writing to completion and actually posting. I hope at least some people like it, feedback and criticism will be greatly appreciated! This story is split into several parts, and is also a little bit of a shorter burn, so just as heads up.

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    During Shannon's 19th Birthday Sleepover, she receives an extra special present from her parents, leading to an unforgettable night with her friends.
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    Loving this...
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    No.26176 [Report]
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    great work
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    No.26178 [Report]
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    Great story. Hope more of the girls get asphyxiated.
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    Looking forward to the next installment
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    No.26297 [Report]
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    Perfect, can't wait for next part!
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    No.26065 [Report] AS
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    Looks like I'm inspired by art lately.
    I hope you enjoy this one.

    I remember reading a story about an artist that makes realistic sculptures of boys and girls, sealing them in plaster and burning off their bodies, before pouring molten metal in the molds, somewhere on this website, a while ago.
    I don't remember who the author was, but it was an amazing story that really inspired me. And I think it heavily influences this story.
    Although I don't pretend to be as good at writing, I hope I get anywhere close to that.

    Lisa gets a piercing

    "Lisa Cooper, you will NOT get a piercing, and that is final, do you understand?"
    That was the last thing she wanted to hear, but that was her mom's verdict, whether she wanted it or not.
    But Lisa was a very stubborn girl, and she wasn't ready to accept defeat. All her friends had piercings and she wanted to be cool too.


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    Keep forgetting your name isn't a i
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    >>26070 lol, yeah, that's not even something I though about when I chose this name, and when it was later pointed out to me, I had a big moment of "oh yeah, that was kinda stupid".
    But oh well, that's the name I chose and I'll stick to it.
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    >>sci-fi, cyberpunk but not Cyberpunk(tm), decap, luggage girl, dubious consent, body mods, easy restoration, nerds

    David sighed, staring at the christmas tree, swirled the whiskey in his glass.

    It was the second glass he had this morning.

    From when Sarah had gifted him the bottle five years ago, and they had a taste together, this was…

    He glanced at the expensive crystal bottle, filled with an expensive liquid between amber and straw colours, labels all swirling, swooping, slashing black letters on a white background, all over a red circle.

    He couldn't read japanese, but it was good stuff.

    He could tell it was down by two and a quarter, now.

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    >>25275
    >>Unfortunately for some, I have a type I like. But I'm the one writing, so I get to call the shots.


    Fuck.

    It was late afternoon on the 21st.

    And now… Now it looked like three days wouldn't be enough.

    Three MONTHS wouldn't be enough.

    David held Sarah's cool severed head in his arms, stroked her frizzy orange hair, hugged her face to his chest.

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    Man it would be nice to add in some brain fuck. With all the scifi bs you have, I'm sure you could justify it being survivable somehow. Literally fuck the harpy out of her brain.
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    >>25284
    >> Unfortunately, phallic brain penetration isn't really in my wheelhouse.

    >>Also I must not be writing well enough. I was trying to make her mind the really important part they all want to keep intact. And her Harpy was her own depression and loathing re: her miserable body image, and since she cut off and threw away that body…
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    >>25286
    I thought you conveyed the idea pretty clearly, I dig the writing so far
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    >>25252
    >>25347
    this anon still wants to know how the story turns out
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    No.26181 [Report] AS
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    I remember on lolicit there used to be a story about a student teacher at a school that got rid of the bad students, was wondering if anyone had this story or even remembered it.
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    link?
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    >>26217 its not there.
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    >>26243

    https://allthefallen.moe/forum/index.php?threads/mrs-evans-student-teacher.67728/

    You may need to be logged in to see it though.
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    I appreiciate you doing that, but I don't think i am comftorble joining that sight. You wouldn't consider just copy pasting the story here would you? also... what are the ages of the characters we are talking about? Because like teens even like 13 or so is one thing but like little kids is something else.
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    >>26251

    It looks like second grade, so likely kid/preteen

    So I guess you probably don't care to read it then
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    Sandra awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open as if she'd been jolted awake by a bolt of lightning. The room was still and quiet, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Something felt...off. She tentatively sat up, her heart pounding in her chest, and glanced around the room. Her little bed was made, the toys neatly arranged on the shelf. But that wasn't right. Her bed was never made. And her toys were never put away.

    A chill crept down her spine as she realized what must have happened. She must have blacked out after Marcus had beaten her. Again. Her father's words echoed in her head: "Make sure you hit her hard enough to knock her out this time." She shuddered, pulling the threadbare blanket tighter around her tiny frame.

    Now the pains coming back to her, a throbbing ache spreading from her head to her toes. She tried to stand up, but her legs wobbled and she fell back down onto the bed. Her stomach churned, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to vomit. She crawled to the bathroom on her hands and knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she retched into the toilet.

    She didn't see Marcus sneaking in behind her, as she was throwing up in the toilet Marcus stomps on her head forcing it in the toilet, blood rushing down her throat, burning her lungs, filling her with every horrible feeling she's ever felt. Her father chuckles as he watches from his desk, motioning for Marcus to continue. The room spins, the world fading in and out of focus, as another blow comes crashing down on her ribs, shattering them. She tries to scream, but all that comes out is a wet, gurgling sound as blood fills her throat. Her vision blurs, her hearing fades, and the last thing she sees is her father's satisfied grin before everything goes black.

    Marcus stares at his unconscious sister, her face still inside the toilet. A sickening grin spreads across his lips as he watches the blood and vomit swirl around. He reaches down, grabs her by the hair, and drags her out of the toilet. Her limp body flops lifelessly in his hands. He stands up and walks over to their father's desk, positioning Sandra so that her father can see her clearly.

    "Good job, Marcus," their father says, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork. "Now, why don't you go outside and play for a while? I'm sure your friends are waiting for you."

    "But I want to keep playing with her daddy, you know I like it when she's unconscious," Marcus protests, his voice laced with malice. He watches as their father glances up from his paperwork, a small smile playing on his lips.

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    "Overwhelmed with grief, you hanged yourself," the man held the schoolgirl's childish face, "with your poor little toes still touching the ground."

    The doomed teenager cried. Bound naked and gagged with her own underwear, she could not reply. The girl struggled to stay on her toes. The knot of the noose had partially tightened now, turning her young face pink.

    "It must be frustrating," he whispered, almost kissing her, "to stare right at your friend's killer, with not a thing you can do."

    He teased his hand along her bare stomach, sliding down to cup between her legs. Desperate to support her weight, the girl ground her pussy into his hand.

    Soon the physical sensation had made her wet. He smirked and raised his hand, showing her wetness glistening between his fingers.

    "What will they think of this?" He cupped his hand between her legs again, and again the humiliated girl ground her pussy into it.

    "Your friend died a sexual death too." He kissed her while masturbating her. "I tied her up on her belly, with her feet tied to the back of her neck, and left her there on her bed with a vibrator under her." He worked her clitoris in circles. "You should have seen her hump it, after she accepted she was going to die." The girl was close to an orgasm now. "Little girls and their hormones, huh?"

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    lol, I just noticed a plot-hole. He's making it look like a suicide, but then he says he's going to upload it to the internet. Oops! Let's pretend he just said that to tease her, and after she dies he unties her, takes her underwear out of her mouth, and stages her suicide properly.
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    >>26187
    This is excellent, love the forced orgasm stuff.

    Please keep going, this killer needs to go serial!
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    poor little toes and grunts and gurgles... lovely
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    Lovely story, definitely need more grounded noncon type stuff around here.
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    Hello everyone, I'm back with yet another shortish story.
    I have several longer ones in progress, but no idea how long they'll take to finish.

    As always with these short stories, that one started as a 250 words challenge and eventually reached the point where I actually decided to expand on it rather than try to fit it in the format.
    I hope you enjoy it, and constructive feedback is always welcome.

    content warnings : loli, non-con, rape, torture, gutting
    Probably any number of other warnings. This is supposed to be extreme content after all. But nobody comes to this website for flowers and unicorns, so you know...

    Cindy gets to zip it

    Cindy didn’t really understand what it entailed, when the school informed all pupils parents that the government had ordered all girls aged 10 or older get a zipper installed, and that despite her being 2 years ahead at school, she still was to report to the gymnasium along with her classmates.


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    Nice!
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    (Fire Emblem Awakening; non-con, disembowelment, asphyxiation, anal, puke, piss, vaguely underage, a little beheading)

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    Reposting from AO3, I guess I might as well

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    Pain blossoms across Lissa’s midsection – which is fine, because she’s giving the culprit a splitting headache. Haha, she just killed someone. It’s a little scary that it’s become so mundane; her hands grip the shaft, the shaft is connected to the ax, the ax is buried deep in a man’s skull, blood spurting around it and out all the facial orifices and her stomach isn’t even turning.

    Actually it kind of is. “Now give it back-” which is normally a quick tug to free her weapon, but the moment she exerts that effort the pain in her gut triples, one of her hands fleeing the ax to slap against the pain, and instead of just the feeling of blood-soaked cloth there’s something a lot squishier. “Huh…?”

    Lissa looks down in confusion, to see her pink, warm intestines trying to escape through the wound in her belly.

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    Casual, incest (mother-daughter), mutilation, Loli, underage sex, teens

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    Susan ended it with Carl after twenty years, knowing she’d be dead within the month. She got the call a week later saying a guy from Bitch Be Gone would be there that afternoon to dispose of her and her daughters.

    It couldn’t be helped, he fell out of love with her years ago. He didn’t have to tell her, she saw it in the way he spent less time with her; when she caught his eyes on other girls more than they were on her. She couldn’t bear living with a loveless marriage so she called it off. He accepted without much fuss and he moved out the next day. There was no such thing as divorce on Akras and he couldn’t remarry while she lived. He couldn’t get a license to have kids with his new wife so long as he had a single daughter under twenty. They had to go and that was it.

    Susan affirmed her name and address then took a hot shower. In all, she was among the few women privileged enough to celebrate her thirtieth birthday and manage another three standard years. Most ladies on this planet died in their teens and twenties, and many before that. If a girl wasn’t disposed of by her father or husband, or someone hired by him, she would be terminated in one of the government’s mass cullings. Any woman who missed being culled faced maiden’s scourge in her late thirties or early forties; a genetic disease which killed its victim over the course of a few years, leaving them in excruciating pain until their last breath.

    Akras was colonized by a fleet of seedships containing a modified gene pool, which caused the female population to grow at a far quicker pace than men; one in every thousand babies was born male. A trillion people lived on this planet and most of them were women. While giving women short lifespans, the modified genes allowed men to live for thousands of years. Akras men still fell in love with women as on Earth and other human-settled worlds, their attachment often died after a few decades.

    Susan finished her shower and headed downstairs naked to call the kids inside. Getting twelve girls to stop whatever they were doing to come to the living room for a quick talk took longer than the actual talk. It took another hour before she had them all sitting around the couch, the younger ones groaning and the older ones rolling their eyes or yawning. Five of them belonged to her, but the cullman would kill every female in the house regardless of if she belonged to the family. Susan explained the situation.

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    BOR. You will be surprised, but BOR is not only a good painter - but also has a couple of good quality written stories.
    I will translate you 1, the best of the best, tale. (Okay. maybe 2-3 stories). But I don't have enough strength to translate high-literary stories under 180 kb in weight.
    I give this in the hope that people whose native language is English will help to put here just .. literary translation. (google translate does a pretty normall job anyway. But translation artifacts sometimes kill everything sense.)
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    School educational event

    Categories: hanging ; mass execution ; semi-con . School thematics.

    - Well, girls, everyone came gathered?
    - Yes, Zoya Petrovna.
    The nurse looked at the four girls on the bench and glanced at her watch.
    - Okay. Did you get your medical cards? Put it on my table. I'll mark them later. Come on girls. The guys have already gathered. Yeah, where's Kevin? Have you seen him?
    - I saw. He and the guys were on the porch. - frisky answered a petite brown-eyed girl with long, almost to the waist, brown hair. - Will come now.
    The door, indeed, immediately opened, and Kevin's grinning face appeared in it.
    - Hello everyone. I'm not late?
    - Not. But you should have come early. Come to my office and take four ropes there. Just take the short ones.
    - I know, Zoya Petrovna.

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    Pictures :
    Here lies 408 mb of pictures of this painter: https://anonfiles.com/V6E0o2L7x7/bor_rar . Enjoy !!
    Password: 321 (This is not my archive; do not scold me for the password)


    The full list of BOR stories is here: http://www.torturesru.com/dle/novels/bor_novel/ .

    Event (School educational event) - ttps://www.torturesru.com/dle/novels/219-meropriyatie.html - 35 Kb.

    Asia - http://www.torturesru.com/dle/novels/bor_novel/3549-aziya.html - 44 Kb
    {the story of an Asian airport.}

    Hang a sweetheart. (An emotional work. Girls like this.) - http://www.torturesru.com/dle/novels/bor_novel/3551-povesit-lyubimuyu.html -37Kb.

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    Dead links here, but I enjoyed the story that was posted. Anyone know where to find stories by Bor now?
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    Adorably bad translation:)
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    (Exhibitionism, decapitation, snuff, technonecromancy)


    On Friday, Katie Cooper, head cheerleader in her senior year, came to class wearing an audacious pink sweater. It was cropped short, showing the underside of her breasts. It was off the shoulder and rode low on her arms and chest, flashing the top of her cleavage.

    But mostly she wore it because every time she turned her head, it pulled her blonde ringlets off her shoulder, and showed off the red and slightly purple bruises on the side of her neck and shoulder. One even had teeth marks.

    She'd give Mr. MacDougal, the history professor, big leering grins that made his usual raging tirades wilt down to a quiet peep.

    Most of her classmates celebrated Katie's victory over the raging bastard.

    But Gretchen Fitzpatrick just saw another reminder. Katie had declared her a nerd years ago, and the words of the queen bee had left her a pariah. Now here she was, nineteen years old, about to graduate a year early, and she hadn't even held hands with a boy.


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    When the livestream restarted, there was a wooden T-shaped cross in the center of the dungeon, slowly rotating on the turntable. Gretchen's arms were pulled down and back, her elbows and wrists belted together, and a heavy chain kept her shoulders arched back over the padded edge of the wood. Her legs were spread wide, gone past a simple horizontal splits. She hadn't kicked her legs up in front, but spread sideways, and then a little more, until her ankles were up at the same height as her shoulders. Heavy steel shackles around her slim ankles locked her overextended legs to the top edge of the crossbar.

    Mistress Hatchet was sitting on a low stool between Gretchen's legs, stropping her hatchet on a long strip of leather. Satisfied with the keen edge, she swung it briskly, embedding the axe into the wood just below Gretchen's hairy snatch, making her screech in surprise.

    "Welcome back, bidders! As you can see, our meat is properly stretched out so I can get it cleaned up for lucky winners. Bid big and you might get to use a hole or two before someone takes it home! As a wife, pet, meal, stuffed trophy on the wall! Who knows, maybe all of the above!"

    Gretchen squirmed on the bondage cross, nervously giggling. "Oh, oh Mithtreth, thurely they wouldn't-"

    Gretchen YELPED when Mistress Hatchet slapped her cunt sharply, making her moan and giggle a bit. "Four out of five cuts of meat go home dead, Meat. And a LOT of people want a piece of you..." She hummed, working a brush in a little bowl to work up a thick froth of foam.

    Gretchen sniffed the air. "Ith that- Why doeth it thmell-" She gasped, then SCREECHED when Hatchet slopped a heavy wad onto her cunt, working the froth deep into half of Gretchen's jungle thatch of orange hair. "OHFUCK! WHY ITH IT MENTHOLATED!?"

    Hatchet hummed happily as Gretchen thrashed and squirmed, giving her hatchet a sharp yank to pull it from the dense wood. "To make you clench up good and tight, Meat. Nobody likes a loose hole!"

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    *Having discovered that gurochan has returned I'm reposting this along with a new story, feedback is appreciated*

    Akiko grunted as an elbow pressed against her back. The set was fairly large, a recreation of an expansive Edo period bathing house, but with all the people standing off camera with her there wasn't any room to move without bumping into someone. For a moment she wondered how different it must have been making movies back in the days before the big population change.

    According to her history books the retrovirus was originally designed to cure an old affliction called cancer by forcing good cells to split and multiply under certain conditions in order to aggressively starve out the bad ones. Things had gone well in closed clinical trials and so with great promise it was allowed to spread into the general population. Cancer quickly rates began to fall but it was nine months later that the real consequences became apparent.

    It seemed that the presence of two X chromosomes within a recently fertilized egg had the unforeseen effect of triggering the virus and so there was a sudden uptick in the number of triplets, quintuplets and then octuplets appearing in maternity wards. Within a decade nearly every little girl had no fewer than five or six identical sisters to play with.

    The increase in population density was unavoidable but Akiko had learned in school that Japan was already experienced with overcrowding and had quickly made the necessary adjusts. The more fundamental change was to female identity. Parents struggled with the difficulty of raising anywhere from six to twelve indistinguishable girls as separate children and when the phenomenon grew to full proportion society as a whole couldn't handle the strain anymore.

    That's why Akiko and her seven identical sisters were legally just Akiko Nakamura. Like other sets of girls they'd been raised by their parents as one person. They had passed their high school entrance exam as one person, pursued a career as one person and even dated as one person. For the women of today the idea of having any value or identity that was separate from their sisters had become an alien concept.

    And so it was that Akiko, all eight of her, had by the age of 22 become a famous actress and starred in several exciting historical dramas. Right now six of them were working simultaneously on other sets while she was here as an understudy, observing the eighth Akiko perform the pivotal bathhouse scene.

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    With the hated woman finally dead Akiko's head rose with the camera to reveal a dozen more women arrayed around the perimeter of the building. Despite their different faces and builds they all shared the same unmistakable garb of the Crimson Lotus Society. Wordlessly picking up the fallen assassin's sword Akiko beckoned them to try their luck.

    The first two didn't get past their initial charge as all it took was a stab and a slash to quickly dispatch them. The third one was younger and less eager to throw herself straight into it. Being careful she managed to cross steel several time before a surprise kick left her unexpectedly on her knees with Akiko's sword drawing a clean line across her throat.

    Seven more girls then died screaming in pain as part of an action packed sequence of death that culminated in a helicopter spin which decapitated two of the actresses in a single blow. The Akiko sisters had practiced for weeks to be sure that they could pull off the demanding move since in a production like this there wasn't room for anything but perfection from its star.

    Now there were only two opponents left, one of them had been casually holding back by the wall while the other seemed to understand how big of a mistake she'd made in challenging the legendary samurai.

    Trembling she tried to back away with her sword held protectively in front of her but Akiko's character wouldn't have it; still enraged by the loss of her lover she dashed sideways and swung her blade down cutting off both of the girl's arms and then for good measure dropped low and hacked her legs off at the knee causing the newly made quadruple amputee to tumble face down into one of the bathing pools.

    Now the final member of the Crimson Lotus Society stepped forward, her high born features showing no concern over what had happened to her underlings, not even for the terrified girl flailing her stumps as she sunk beneath the blood soaked water. The scripted exchange between them was a mix of the woman's sarcastic praise for Akiko's honor and Akiko's own promise to take the woman's head as a trophy.

    Then the real battle began and it seemed that the two of them were very closely matched. Akiko, her braid now loose and her nude body dirtied with the blood of all those women contrasted against the clean silk garments and refined makeup of the noble bearing assassin leader. Sparks flew as steel met steel and they both tried repeatedly to find a weakness in the other's defense.

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    I liked this, clever little story with an interesting premise.
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