I'm looking for an erotica that I read probably around 2010 or 2011.

It was a series of short stories, about a club that tortures young women in different ways, with the common denominator being that at the end of each episode, the club members gather in a circle arounfd their victim and kick her to death while wearing steel-toed boots. And in one episode, the intended victim - instead of being scared and trying to get away - she gets wet and eggs them on and masturbates, and so instead of killing her, she becomes a member of the club.

Does that ring any bells for anyone? I seem to remember that it was hosted on ASSTR, but the search function on the new repository is broken :-/

Black Justice (loli, snuff, guro, femdom, maledom, politics, racism)

1. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

3. If you enjoyed this story, let me know. That's the only way I know to write more!

4. While this story is heavy on political themes and narratives, it in no way represents my politics. This is the last place where you should be offended about politics.

5. Most of this story is planned out well ahead, but I am eager and open to constructive engagement about where it could or should go next. I might take your idea and incorporate it somewhere. Also, if this story does not seem to resonate, I will not continue publishing it, so please let me know if you would like more.

6. As this will likely be a long, multi-part story, only the most general of tags have been selected. Be warned that everything from scat, cannibalism, intense psychological harm, and mass murder could eventually feature.

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These are stories I've posted on my inkbunny account, but think are sufficiently gorey enough to also be worth posting here. The first story introduces the setting of Club Meat Grinder, the second and third stories going into how the two characters from the tour are snuffed. All in all it's about 30,000 words of nearly nonstop furry cub snuff, every 'victim' eagerly consenting to their fate. Enjoy.



Taking the Tour

(loli/shota/cub, snuff, consensual, futa, beheading, bathroom, asphyxiation, dolcett, electrocution, castration, abortion, urethral play)



In an alley between two of the tallest skyscrapers rising from the heart of downtown, two pedestrians turn off a main road, silhouetted against the light of a streetlamp as they gaze down into the dim, dank environment. They are smaller than most out tonight, a pair of young children out past their bedtime, looking excited and anxious to have found what they've braved the darkness to reach.



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I feel I must cling to hope that the world can be restored and it's towards that aim that I write this. That future generations beyond the end of this era of depravity may understand what happened here. I can offer no true explanation for the sudden simultaneous global shift in attitudes, merely report that it happened on the 12th August 2026 at 10:42 am GMT. Now known as "the event" the specific results vary wildly from individual to individual, but in all cases their reason and morality is confounded by lust. The majority maintain a wafer thin veneer that their behavior is anything other than sexually motivated but many discount even that. I can only cling to the hope that future generations will develop the immunity that I have to the vile perversion that has robbed the world of its sense of decency, though of the twenty seven children I've sired over the past two years none have shown signs of inheriting this trait from me.

Fortunately it is easy to determine how the event will influence someone even from birth. All those affected seem to have an almost psychic sense of their own and each other's place. After just a glance at a photograph or a one word voice recording they can perceive how the event has affected another and will insist quite vehemently that it's simply obvious. I have found they are never in disagreement on these subjects. I myself am baffled of course. I had the nuns help me run a test where they selected two girls from the local school. They were tied and gagged so I couldn't guess from their behavior and while they would insist to me that one of the girls was pure and innocent and probably didn't even know what sex was and the other was a depraved whore who deserved to be tortured and raped, I couldn't detect any meaningful difference. Both of the girls seemed like equally worthless fuck toys. It wasn't until after they were released that the clear difference in behavior became obvious, the second girl was far more direct, immediately begging me to violently fuck her tight ass. On the other hand the first girl simply blushed and look embarrassed before meekly telling me that she didn't want to do anything dirty, bursting into tears and begging me not to hurt her. Of course I rushed to reassure her but she was almost inconsolable, even after I'd pinned her down and forced my cock inside her she was still hysterically insisting that I was going to rape her and choking her only soothed her temporarily. It wasn't until I started to punch her in the face that she began to finally calm down. I think the way the back of her head bounced off the stone floor with each blow really helped. As soon as I broke her nose she settled right down and started screaming for me to breed her fertile nine year old cunt. I intended to do more tests to confirm the results but I feel confident I don't have that same innate sense that the nuns seem to.

You may think that with the unquestioning obedience of the nuns I'd have an easier time getting things done, however this is far from the truth. They are no less affected than anyone else by the event. After much pleading on their part, I allowed them to keep the second girl as a toy. I gave them clear instructions to take good care of her. Instead, less than three days later, I find her corpse lying on the altar. A cursory examination showed that she'd been badly beaten and the blue pallor to her face suggested she'd died due to the large amount of feces blocking her airways. When I questioned the nuns on the matter they giggled and told me that she must have tried to shit talk god. They seem unable to grasp the severity of the situation, still laughing and grinning as I tried to explain it, but with rolled eyes and cries of fine I got them to promise they wouldn't leave trash on the altar in future.

But I'm veering off talking about administrative problems in my quiet little monastery. I am meant to be discussing the awful state of the world. One of the most prominent effects of the event has been the almost complete disappearance of men. In part because the male population is a tenth of what it was two years ago, compounded by the fact that the remaining affected men invariably take extreme steps towards feminization such that real men are limited only to those very few like me, no more than one hundred thousand worldwide, who are unaffected. While some of us have resisted the temptation to use the situation for personal advantage, many have not. Instead choosing to exploit and mistreat the poor souls that they should be trying to aid.

Along with feminization comes an overwhelming desire for the approval and acceptance of real women. Women respond by exploiting this ruthlessly. This starts with overflowing promises of love and reassurance quickly followed by backhanded compliments, snide remarks and veiled insults. Depending on the situation this can escalate into open ridicule, sexual or physical abuse. Any attempt by the men to resist or complain will only be used against them as proof that they're a bad sport who doesn't know how to take a joke. Invariably the men accept this logic, apologizing for their behavior and eagerly believing the next round of promises. The severity of the "pranks" will always increase, though this seems to depend heavily on how well the man passes as a woman. Upon finding a new group of friends, those who succeed in feminizing themselves can expect long deceptions in which they're slowly coerced into thinking it's a sign of affection for their friends to playfully gouge their eye out when they go out for drinks. Burly men who don't pass shouldn't expect to survive a girl's night out.

This has been the main source of the plummeting male population, though it's beginning to even out now. Shortly after the event one might see five or six guys in the trash for every one girl. The nuns would delight in inviting them here and promising that they could join the convent and that god didn't mind they were really men so they didn't either. Then like a light switch they'd all suddenly turn on him in unison, usually delivering a savage beating with whatever was at hand until one of them found something heavy enough to kill. Within just two weeks of the event they'd decimated the local village and I realized drastic action needed to be taken immediately. Fortunately Miss Kelly, the local school mistress, was happy to help as always and provided us with the assistance of all the boys in her care.

And of course, the nuns made things as difficult as possible. I tell them "Beat them if they stop digging or fall asleep" and barely 24 hours later I hear someone wailing outside and when I go over I find that one of the older boys is lying on the floor next to his eye. His skull has a large dint and a good chunk of his brain seems to have remained on the length of pipe lying next to him. It didn't take much questioning to learn that the nuns had decided to tell him he'd "passed the test" and they'd let him be a real nun and he could go to sleep now and as soon as he nodded off in Sister Amber's arms as she sung a lullaby, they beat him and shouted at him that he was a lazy faggot. Sister Francesca brought the length of pipe to bear.

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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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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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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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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.

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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>>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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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.

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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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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(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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