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    I wrote this and can someone make a 3d comic out of it:

    Chapter 1: The Unimaginable Horror

    It was a typical night for John and Lisa, a young couple deeply in love. They lying in bed, enjoying each other's and exploring each other's. The room was dimly lit, with only the faint glow of the moonlighteping through the curtains. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and desire.

    Suddenly, without warning, a deafening sound filled the room. A blinding light pierced through the darkness, and an unseen force sliced through their bodies, cutting them in half from the waist down. The pain was unbearable, but it only lasted for a moment before everything went numb.

    Chapter 2: The Shocking Decision

    In shock, Lisa and John stared at each other, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Their bodies were mutilated, but their upper halves remained intact. The sight of their own gore-soaked lower bodies was gruesome, but the desire to continue what they had started was still present.

    With a shared look of determination, they decided to keep going. Lisa carefully lowered herself onto John, and they resumed their intimate moment. The sensation was different, but the pleasure was still there. Lisa's lower half lay next to John, and she couldn't help but stare at it in disbelief.

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    I see you asked me to look at those your stories

    It is all fine but I think you did not give that much attention the the explanation how exactly it happens or what even what exactly happens what is more important in the picture story than in text.

    I don't think I will made it exactly following your stories but maybe I will do something what will somewhat combine them.
    Just one thing that I am not very interested in having manly men in stories and even if it is not going to be lolis I think everyone has to be close to 18 and pretty cute.
    ot it should be older woman and younger guy or a boy
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    Onix, may I please ask you to check out Executioners Corner?
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    >>25576
    Sure I trust in your art
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    So this is what i think about your story:
    one problems is that if they ate at home it is hard to explain how they get cut like that. even if in theory it is possible if something falls on them

    I think it would be more reasonable if they are having sex in some abandoned house instead and something breaks there

    Also it may be even nice is Sarah is a virgin who is now not only frustrated that she will die but that she will never have orgasm again. which gives her extra motivation

    since she they know that they are going to die anyway they are trying to get the best of the situation.

    Not sure about what your mean eating there lower halves, like literally eating or that other kind of eating
    as obviously they can't eat it all maybe just some small piece.

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    I did write it fast in my mind, and yes that's seems like good ideas, I can wait. I do like your style of art and that the wait am willing do to.
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    Tucked away in the red light district of the capital, there exists an old and peculiar institution. Simply called "The Necromantic", it is a brothel where the workers are not alive, in the literal sense. To get a spot in its highly exclusive clientele list, one must demonstrate a taste for the grotesque, a deep purse, the right friends and discretion. If its workings were ever known to the wider public, outrage would ensure total destruction of the lives of everyone involved, thus its customers hold each other silent in a game of mutual destruction.

    To discuss its mechanics, one must start with the proprietor and sole living employee.
    The owner is a mage of exquisite skill and craftsmanship. Her talents on the battlefield made her very wealthy. However, combat magecraft is a young woman's game, and she wanted a more sedate life. Her work in the dozens of conflicts sparked by ambitious noblemen of the Continent made her very proficient with less than legal schools of magic, some of which involved possession of the dead. With such knowledge in tow, she set up camp in the seat of empire.

    Firstly, she needed a source of fresh bodies. Necromancy does not work very well when the subject is bloated with gas, swollen, with skin sloughing off in decay. That narrowed down the list to the city morgues, many of which were overflowing with the freshly dead. She also made contacts within the prison, convincing corrupt correctional officers to "donate" the bodies of young female criminals.

    The first subject the mage got her hands on was an 18 year old female thief. The young lass met her end on the blade of the man who owned the house she had been burgling. The valiant homeowner had snuck up behind the girl while she had been picking the lock to his safe, raised his sword and took her head off in a single stroke. The body was only an hour dead when the mage took possession of it from the mortician, a little cloth bag containing 3400 dinarii exchanging hands. She had managed to wrangle a discount due to the decapitation, deciding that it would be a bit too much effort to sew the head back on.

    The headless little thief was near flawless. Dark tan skin, toned legs, firm abdomen, perky B-cup breasts dark and curly pubic hair kept neatly trimmed, a body at its physical peak. After hanging the body upside down from its ankles to drain the rest of the blood left inside the body, the mage laid the body out on a stone slab in the basement of her new business and recited the dark incan

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    The video opened on the image of a young woman, seated on the center of a pristine hotel couch. With her slender, petite build, seemed around college aged, though her style of dress— casual office wear, a pure white blouse with just a hint of frills and a short pencil skirt— made her appear just a bit older. Like a young intern, perhaps. Her dark hair had been tied up in unassuming, practical twintails, just to get them out of the way.

    Her eyes were sharp. On any other day, they would’ve shown with a piercing intelligence— but today, they were darting about the hotel room. Her legs were closed, tightly pressed together, her hands were set neatly on her knees, very prim, very proper, but the woman couldn’t stop her fingers from tapping, dancing with anticipation.

    She was almost the spitting image of a fresh-faced career woman to-be. The luminescent, aroused blush in her cheeks gave the game away. Well, if her choice of video platform didn’t already.

    “And, we’re rolling, Monica.” A man’s voice spoke from behind the camera. The woman sat up a bit straighter. “Can you introduce yourself?”

    “Right! I’m Monica, Monica Trenna. I’m twenty-three years old, recent grad from Hyde University. Right now, I work as a data analyst.”

    The man whistled. “Made it all the way to graduation, huh? I’m surprised a cutie like you didn’t get snuffed sooner.”

    Monica tossed one of her twintails. “Well, I considered it… but… the timing didn’t seem right.” The real reason was a bit embarrassing to admit— she’d done some fortune telling for fun, and it always told her to wait— until now. “So I was always kind of on the fence about it, you know?”

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    It's about the same time (and the same thread) for me dipping my toes into writing anything at all. Happy anniversary, I guess
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    Nice!
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    Were it not for the site this video was hosted on, it could’ve easily been mistaken for a taped job interview.

    The woman on the hotel couch was a portrait of professionalism. She had chosen a flawlessly pressed suit dress for this occasion, sitting perfectly upright and letting the blazer’s angular lines cling to the contours of her curvy body. Her hair was done in a tidy, round bob cut, framing a contrast with her angular cheekbones and the sharp edges of her eyes. Despite the kind of video she was here to record, her gorgeous features, as if sculpted in stone, betrayed not the slightest hint of emotion. Not fear, not anxiety, not excitement.

    “And, we’re rolling,” the director said, from behind the camera. Why don’t you introduce yourself?”

    The lady closed her eyes and offered a curt nod. “Candice Green. Twenty-six years old. I’m a lawyer. It’s my pleasure to be featured on Sensual Snuff Films.”

    “I can’t remember the last time we had a lawyer on the show,” the director said. “Nothing was wrong with the contract, I hope?”

    “If there were, I’m sure you would’ve already been hit with countless wrongful death lawsuits.” Candice raised her chin, just a bit. The edges of her lips curled into the smallest of smiles. “Not that I’m one to assume, of course. I’ve reviewed the full contract and have no issues with it.”

    “That’s a relief.” That said, the director was aware of just how airtight the contracts were, too. Sensual Snuff Films prided itself on keeping everything above-board, and that meant having very good legal counsel on staff. “What kind of lawyer were you?”

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    Story inspired by the story prompt. I usually don't do scat topic text stories but this time it will be :)


    It was a big day for the school. The annual sports meet was going to be held and everyone was excited. Especially the cheerleading squad who had been practicing non-stop for weeks to make sure they were perfect for their big moment.
    It was going to be a special day for Nina, the star of the team. Nina was most gorgeous of all the girls on the team and she knew it. Her athletic and slim body was the envy not only of every girl in school but also her teammates. She could do backflips, cartwheels and splits effortlessly. while the rest acted more like a supporting cast around her.

    "Fuck it," Mandy cursed while putting on her uniform. "I can't stand seeing that bitch take all the attention. we are supposed to be a team..."
    "Well she does deserve it after all. she works twice as hard as you guys," Taylor defended Nina.
    "damn I still can't stand it, we have to put her in her place somehow." whined Mandy while opening Nina's locker and rummaging through it. "hey! WTF is that? She pulled out a small bottle of pills from Nina’s bag
    "Looks like laxatives", said Taylor "Probably she got constipation from all her diets."
    Mady lit up with an evil grin, “Haha That is going to teach her a lesson " she giggled maniacally while taking out a bottle of juice that Nina had in her locker and dumping the contents of laxative pills into it.
    "Hmm maybe that's not such a good idea", Taylor cautioned. We have an important performance today.
    "Shut up Taylor, it is not like she will die or something, maybe just get a bit uncomfortable." She shook the bottle well until all the pills dissolved. and placed it back into Nina's locker.

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    (Snuff, bisection, choking, dubcon, M/f/f, F/f/f, Femdom, peril, eager, decapitation)

    Madame Marion was squirming and moaning in her plush armchair, thighs spread wide to make space for her twin maids. The duplicate blondes had wonderful tongues, strong and pointed, dragging and teasing and stroking through Marion's dripping folds.

    Somewhere near, a woman screamed in horror as a rattly gas engine revved loud. Her twins moaned in bliss, and Marion let out a ragged groan and squirted all over her girls' faces, listening to the terrified shrieks turn to excruciating screams of pain, suddenly bubbly and gargly before abruptly stopping.

    She gently squeezed her thighs around her girls' heads, and craned her own head backwards, watching upside down as a portly, blood-drenched man raised a chainsaw a few inches more, snipping through a very dead woman's forehead. He let the saw rev a few seconds more, spitting out the last splatter of gore, before killing the engine and setting it down.

    He pulled the gore-drenched goggles off his eyes, and looked over the mess he had made. The meat had had cinnamon skin, hefty tits and the billowy silk sleeves and leggings of a harem girl, but the saw had made a mess tearing the meat from cunt to forehead, so it was hard to make out much more of what it had been.

    The two sides of pork swung on chains and wrist shackles, gravity swinging the halves apart. The gore-drenched man let out an amazing moan as more organs slopped from the meat onto the floor, his huge cock throbbing and erupting, jetting gobs of semen into the hollow half-torso.

    He let out a shaky sigh, then glanced to one side, and pointed. With a loud clatter and clang and squeal, the gate of the iron pen swung open, and a one-armed woman in a nurse's cap jerked her head and pointed with her thumb.

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    Oh damn. Hot.
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    Good, just what I needed to cum!
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    Hello, I need help finding the story "Cassandra & Carrie". Originally it was posted in the Dolcettish forum, but it seems that the web has been down for months…

    The story is about a woman working int the same business as her mother, and one day when she back to work her bosses snuff her mother and enslave her, she is also snuffed at the end of the year but at the end, she discovers that her mother sold her willingly and that she wanted both of them to die
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    Chapter VII: Carrie Through and Through

    By the time Carrie and the managing partner emerged from his office, the entire firm was buzzing with excitement and the place was crowded with far more than just employees and their spouses. There were select clients, including the arrogant asshole whose case Carrie had lost and whose business had been deemed so important it was worth more that Carrie's life. She saw Lauren milling around with a couple of coworkers including Amanda.

    In a knot near her office, Carrie saw several of her family members from her mother's side, including her Aunt Linda who had Hilary in tow, looking more subservient than Carrie had ever seen her, being led about on a leash wearing only a bikini made of leather straps which accentuated her feminine parts rather than hiding them. Carrie wondered if she'd been allowed a coat on the way here. Probably not, it would be a good way for Aunt Linda to remind her of how her fortunes had changed, after months of being the mistress she was now the slave. Hilary had probably entertained ideas of finding a new slave to replace Carrie after today, but this was the fate Cassandra had devised as revenge on her.

    "There she is," Carrie heard a familiar voice say from behind her.

    She turned around, unable to hide her surprise and embarrassment. "Dad, what are you doing?" Carrie asked incredulously when she saw her father with his second wife.

    "I came to see my little girl's big day, of course," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You didn't think I was going to miss this party, did you?"

    "But, dad," Carrie said stopping him. "How did you find out about today? I mean I never said anything to you about what's been happening at work."

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    >>25944

    Did you write this ? Is it possible to have a sequel ?
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    No Sorry, this story was written by a guy called slab in the Dolcettish forum...

    But since the Dolcettish forum seems to have been erased I posted it here from a html I saved from there, just to have one of may favourite stories available for everyone
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    slab has been reposting on pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/30509120 though I do not think that this story has been reposted yet.
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    >>26028
    Does he come here, sometimes ? This story clearly asks for a sequel and I really want to know what happens next.

    I'd like for the boss to find a way to keep Carrie alive and counscious.

    The moment she thinks about her mother being still alive made me think about that.
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    Hello and welcome! To a selection of stories all set on the spookiest, kid filled nights of the year! A day filled with terror and candy and not suprisingly a hand full of very messy situations. I will be writing a couple of stories that are all set on that most magical night, each with a different character and situation.

    I haven't decided on all of them yet, but there will be a mix of boys and girls, lots of poop and pee, some vomit and potentially some rape! More kinks and such may be included but for now thats all i have planned. The first story should come within a day or two, I will post it here in this thread and then at some point in the future I will post the next one here as well. The plan is to post at least three Halloween stories (maybe more) before Halloween. I hope you guys enjoy, Ill be here to scare the shit out of some kids soon!
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    Bump
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    On this Halloween night, as the last rays of the setting sun cast a warm, orange glow across the sky, a young figure darted through the streets, clad in a witch's hat and robe. Her name was Niah, a young girl with dark skin and sparkling amber eyes dressed as a witch

    Complete with a black hat that hid her puffy hair and a little skirt. She had been trick-or-treating all by herself, enjoying the thrill of exploring her neighborhood and filling her pillowcase with an abundance of candy. The crisp autumn air, laced with the scent of burning leaves and wood smoke, seemed to envelop her like a cozy blanket.

    But alas, as the saying goes, all good things must come to an end. As Niah continued to collect sweets, she began to feel a strange twinge in her tummy. It was then that she realized she had to go to the bathroom - badly. Though the young girl knew her mother wouldn't let her back out after sundown...and her candy bag was only half full. So, with a sigh of resignation, she decided to hold it in for as long as she could.

    She continued down the block, her little legs carrying her swiftly past the lit-up houses and their excited occupants. The excitement of the night and the thought of more candy kept her mind off her discomfort...until she rounded a corner and saw it: the house with the most amazing Halloween decorations she had ever seen. Lights were flashing, music was blaring, and a giant inflatable witch towered over the entire yard. Niah couldn't resist; she had to stop and take it all in.

    As she stood there, gazing in awe at the spectacle before her, the uncomfortable feeling in her tummy began to grow stronger. She bit her lip and clenched her fists, willing the sensation to go away. But it was no use. The sudden cramp gripped her tummy fiercely...like a skeletal claw crushing her guts in its boney palm. She groaned and thrust her hips forward, clenching her cheeks tightly as she felt a thick mass pounding against the inside of her pooper, eager to force itself out and into her panties!

    She knew if she didn't do something quick...she would soil her panties. Her night would be over and her mom would likely take her candy away for having an accident. Niah did the first thing she could think of. The sort of idea only a desperate child would think up. She grabbed her witch's hat, the one she had decorated with fake spiders and plastic webs. She gasped as the pain in her tummy tightened and she felt her pucker opening up. She let out a little whine. Bouncing on her feet as she tried to clamp up her hole, even as a low hissing fart sent foul air blowing past the thick turd that was forcing itself out. She knew it wasn't going to stop, she was at her limit sooner than she anticipated...and if she didn't act now...her pillow case wouldn't be the only thing filled with chocolate.

    Niah clumsily took off her witch's hat, revealing her messy hair and flushed face. She leaned over, holding her hat close to the ground, and squatted down. The turd was massive, and she could feel it pressing against her opening with all its might. With a shuddering breath, she let go of her hat and placed it on the ground, the brim angled upwards. With a crackling fart the turd slid out of her, landing with a soft splat inside the hat.

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    Nice to see yous still alive :)

    interesting story idea although I don't see for what reason she decided to do it in her own hat rather than as usual somewhere :)
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    Because pooping outside is NAUGHTY! Her mom raised her better than that!

    Also poop hat is cute!
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    M/F, Consensual, Eager, Beheading, Strangulation


    Visiting the Elysium Snuff Resort had always been one of Julie’s dreams, the biggest (and, given the nature of the resort, the last) item of her bucket list. Just… not like this.

    For all but the richest and most glamorous, the barrier to entry was the cost. Elysium had a reputation to uphold as the snuff resort. Even with the prices heavily discounted for snuffees, a reservation could easily run the average person’s life savings— not that the average snuffee would need to save that money for anything else, but still.

    To an up-and-coming model and influencer like Julie, having the means to come to the Elysium Snuff Resort was as much an aspiration as it was a goal. Really, becoming a model in the first place had been a means to an end. That end, being, her end at Elysium Snuff Resort.

    The cruel, tantalizing irony of being able to come, but not participate, was not lost on her.

    As the resort’s automatic double-doors slid open, Julie was blasted by the aggressive air conditioning, far too much for her sheer blue bikini to keep her warm. She let out a long, exhausted, frustrated, horny sigh.


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    I'm glad you liked it! When it comes to consensual guro, I think that's one of the hottest things, someone sacrificing literally everything about themselves for the ultimate high.
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    Hell yes. Flawless
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    So I got carried away and wrote another one

    M/F, Consensual, Casual, Beheading, Filming


    One of the perks of making it to the final round of interviews at Elysium Snuff Resort was, well, making it to Elysium Snuff Resort.

    One of the downsides, however, was the timing. Summer and winter were the peak seasons for Elysium, so the resort’s most aggressive hiring pushes were always at different times of year, to ensure they had enough properly trained staff to meet their guests’ needs.

    Subsequently, though Charlie found himself with an all-expenses-paid week at Elysium Snuff Resort, he also found himself largely alone. February was a weird time to visit a snuff resort— too late to catch the winter holidays, too early for the spring breakers, definitely too early for the summer rush. And given that, to some extent, the other guests were the star attractions, it meant his downtime between interviews was largely left to his own devices.

    Charlie unfurled a beach towel under an open umbrella (which wasn’t hard to find, they were almost all open), and laid down, taking in the sound of the surf. To be frank, this was not really the vacation that he’d hoped for. There were a small handful of folks he’d been interested in snuffing, but most of the guests were quite a bit older than his strike zone. It wasn’t a surprise to him when several of them asked him to snuff them. After all, he was, simply put, an absolute hunk: broad shouldered, handsomely built, clean cut with a lantern jawline. Charlie belonged either on the cover of a sports magazine, or a superhero comic book.


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    Later that evening, Mincy had to completely cut herself off social media. Which, as a phone-obsessed social media personality, was not easy.

    But the internet was ruthless. On the less moderated (and more porn-friendly) forums, her facial expressions had already gone viral as caustic memes. As much as Mincy wanted to find something or someone to pin her anger on, as the night wore on, there really was no one to blame but herself.

    Mincy wanted to talk to someone. Her phone had heretofore been set to block all incoming calls, but she grabbed it and scrolled down to her lifelong best friend’s number.

    She picked up on the first dial. “Finally decided to answer my calls?”

    “Sorry, I didn’t, uh, really want to talk to anyone.”

    “Well, I guess I’m glad you’re talking to me now.” Lily’s voice was silent on the other end for a second. “Girl, are you okay?”

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    As often, this started as a 250 words challenge, but went way too long. Oh well, it shall be it's own thing then. I guess I was inspired.

    It's way softer than what I often write. In fact, it's barely guro at all, but I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless.

    Space jump

    Many thought Julia was a suicidal lunatic. She wasn't. In fact, she had so meticulously trained she was confident she would survive.
    This wasn't a suicide, it was an art performance. Total commitment of her body and mind to celebrating the communion between human and nature.

    She started breathing out. Once outside, she would have 5s to jump. A grand total of 30s of useful consciousness before she passed out.
    She stepped out, the air being suddenly sucked out of her body giving her a moment of vertigo, but there was no time for hesitation.

    She jumped.

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    Hot damn.
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    I write this story with the help of AI (yes, I won't hide it). I am open to any criticism and suggestions, as well as new story ideas.

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    At Hosozaki High School, the girls live a life filled with beauty, laughter, and camaraderie. Their days are carefully crafted to ensure they receive the best education while also enjoying themselves immensely. The school's surroundings, from the lush gardens to the modern classrooms, create an environment that nurtures creativity and fosters strong friendships.

    Haruka Toyohama, one of the senior students at Hosozaki High School, wakes up early on this bright spring morning, eager to prepare for the final assessment held specifically for the students of Hosozaki High School. Her long chocolate brown hair flows over her pillow as she stretches lazily, yawns, and gets out of bed. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, she slips into her school uniform.

    The uniform of Hosozaki High School is designed to emphasize the girls’ natural beauty while maintaining a sense of professionalism. The girls wear a crisp white blouse, which comes in a slightly cropped style that perfectly frames their navels. This design choice has become quite popular among the student body and is often credited with adding a touch of playfulness to the traditional school uniform. Paired with a fitted black skirt that falls just above the knee, the uniform exudes confidence and poise, making each girl feel like a graceful, elegant young woman.

    Haruka adores the Hosozaki High School uniform, particularly the cropped top that reveals her midriff and navel. She finds it not only flattering but also empowering, as it allows her to express herself in a unique way within the confines of the traditional school setting. As she buttons up her shirt, she can't help but admire how the fabric hugs her curves, drawing attention to her most alluring feature - her navel.

    Haruka's navel is nothing short of striking. It is long, deep, and narrow with sharp corners that form a perfect diamond shape. When she bends over or leans forward, the outline of her navel becomes even more pronounced, emphasizing her hourglass figure. The deepness of her navel adds an air of mystery and intrigue to her appearance, making her irresistible to both her classmates and teachers alike.

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    Please tell me how to wrote stories with AI
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    “Just two more hours jess you can make it”
    The female Hydra agent said to herself.

    *Ba DOM BANG*
    “What was that!” the agent now fully alert pointed her gun down the red lit hallway towards the source of the noise.

    *THUMP BUMP…BANG….CRASH!!*
    Suddenly Black Widow came bursting through a door on the left, “OH SHIT!” Jess jumped before opening fire, flipping away from the incoming bullets Black Widow pulled out two of her pistols before charging straight at the guard firing shots aswell,
    “AHH!” Jess screamed ducking under the bullets quickly swapping to her shotgun and shooting randomly whilst fearfully closing her eyes, The shot just so happened to line up and obliterated the entire top half of Black widows head leaving only her bottom jaw and twitching tongue.

    Jess no longer hearing gunshots opened her eyes to see Black Widows Half Headless corpse running towards her, “Woah!” she yelped quickly rolling out of the way
    letting Body run into the door with a loud *THUNK*, After gaining her composure jess got up from the ground and watched as Black Widows corpse Twitched and convulsed pressing its large breasts against the door as its legs pushed forward trying to remember the last thing they were doing, “heheh” jess chuckled as Widows body lewdly arched out its round fat Ass, as it twitched and jiggled, Jess was never a Necrophiliac but seeing Black Widow Twitching corpse in this lewd position made the woman horny.


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    awesome <3
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    Ayy I recognize this! Very well-written, would love to see more.
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    Thanks, it was inspired by you're “wrong instincts” animation, will definitely post more.
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    [Caught with your pants down]

    Atom eve
    https://s1.zerochan.net/Invincible.600.3518532.jpg

    Anissa
    https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GKGA4ACWIAAvSyx?format=jpg&name=large

    “Fuuck” Eve Groaned sharply while rubbing her wet slit and swollen clitoris. She was currently in a supply room, sent there to grab materials for robot but ever since the viltrumite invasion Eve has been constantly stressed out which was beginning to effect her both Mentally and physically.

    She has been constantly horny for the last week and being in a cramped secret underground base with no privacy meant she was constantly on edge and it has starting to effect her powers.


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    [BackShot]

    Harley
    https://rule34.xxx/index.php?page=post&s=view&id=9990934

    Batgirl
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    “COME ON HARLEY, LETS NOT DO THIS TODAY!!!” Batgirl yelled running across rooftops chasing Harley Quinn.

    “SORRY NOT SORRY BATS!!” Harley yelled behind her wearing her iconic red and black jester suit that was more than a little too tight. “MISTAH J NEEDS THIS”
    Harley ran with a metallic gun shaped device that glowed blue in certain areas.


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    Hi. We're the Abduction and Breeding Agency - AaBA for short. We operate in an undisclosed, for security reasons, location, our building concealed behind a dense forest, although we are within travelling distance of a city. As you could guess from the name, we abduct people and breed them. Let me describe our process in a little more detail.

    First, we select our victims - although we like to call them guests. We very carefully decide who to abduct, they have to meet several criteria before we can take the next step with them. That's why we employ trackers as part of our staff to closely follow each of our potential guests for at least a month before we are sure we want them.

    ## Preparations

    To be abducted, the person must be a teenager, anywhere between 13 and 17. We like to spread the ages of our guests roughly evenly. They have to be both physically and mentally fully healthy, as we do not want to harm those already suffering. They must also not be a prude, although not necessarily a slut. We want them to enjoy their time with us! And for that reason too, they should be bisexual. They shouldn't be especially important or noteworthy, because we don't want to cause a big ruckus when we abduct them. And although we won't reveal the specifics of our location, let me just say that abductions aren't too rare here, so a few teens going missing will not make the news.

    We select our guests in around 20-30 pairs of a girl and a boy. Once we've found a teen that meets the above criteria, they are unknowingly entered into step 2. Their house must have minimal home security for this, as we send the trackers to enter their house while they sleep. The tracker administers drugs to the teen to make sure they stay asleep, and then take a cheek swab so we can analyse their genes. This will be important later. Also of later significance, if the potential guest is male, the tracker makes sure they have a long foreskin - and average dick length, of course. If they pass these assessments as well, they can continue. Otherwise, we ditch them and look for new potential guests.

    During the next couple of months, the now selected guest is unknowingly taken from their bed while they are sleeping every few days, and returned after having undergone a full body laser hair removal session. Here at AaBA, we find body hair gross. The soon-to-be guest may wonder what is happening to them, but we know their personality from tracking them for a month, and we know they won't blab, at least not before we abduct them. And then it will be too late.

    Step 3: the fateful day arrives. We co-ordinate all our guests' treatment, so that they are all hair free (below the eyebrows) in the same week. We do not abduct them all on the same day, as that would certainly raise suspicion even in such a place where people do get abducted, but in the same week is alright, even though there is some suspicion, it quickly goes away. That night, we send our trackers to abduct them from their beds as they have done before, but this time we do not return them. We transport them to our facility, drugging them as usual to make sure they stay asleep. When they arrive it is still night.

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    After gurochan got nuked and reset the 10426th time, way too many good stories fell through the cracks, especially when they're just on the tip of your dick and don't know where to find them

    If YOU find any good old!gurochan stories or happened to have some saved, please post them here for future degenerates to fap to. I'll start with a favorite of mine by Andrew Daxfield (typically don't like shootings, but the casual incest really gets me off)

    Sister Season

    incest(brother-sister), mg, snuff, shooting, hunting, cons, necrophilia, cannibalism, bladder release.

    1.
    “Merry Christmas!” Jake’s mom and dad yelled as he walked into the living room.

    “Oh! Merry Christmas,” he replied cheerfully.


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    Reviving this because I've been looking for something with the title of "Shit Eating Sonfuckers" or something along those lines~ I had it saved on an old hard drive that I seem to have lost. It was good enough to get a revival on a later incarnation of gurochan and I'm surprised it isn't on here.
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    Master opened his eyes, alone in his bed except for one small corpse, which he pushed to the floor. It was at least an hour earlier than he usually woke up, and he rolled his eyes at the sounds of more little feet and laughing from upstairs, the reason for his being awake right now.
    There were too many kids in the house, too many cute little Beta pets. Master liked to have four or five around the house at any given time to make his food, do the laundry, dust the furniture and always have at least one happy fucktoy to play with, but he had gotten lax about killing them before bringing in whichever new one caught his eye for a fun hair color or big eyes or nice tits. It hadn’t been his plan, he had thought there was no harm in one more than usual….two more….and the next thing you know, there were fifteen hyperactive Beta slaves running around, just way too many. It had been sixteen the night before.
    Master had been pretty relaxed about it up until now, but this was the third day in a row that they were noisy and woke him up early, that wasn’t acceptable. He rolled out of bed and groggily made his way to the living room. Emily hustled over as soon as he was in sight and hugged him with a smile, Amber brought him a fresh mug of coffee and Tony brought him his slippers.
    Master pet each of them in turn and made his way to his recliner. The rest of the little Betas gathered around at a single wave of his hand. “Hey everyone, listen up, we’re doing something different today. I know I usually keep you on healthy diets, not much sugar or junk food, but I decided I need the big freezer trunk. So for the next two days, they are no food restrictions. The ice cream, the fried food in there, I want the group of you to eat it all, clear the big freezer right out. Don’t fight over the sweets, there is enough for everyone to be happy.”
    Several of the cute pets get excited, hopping up and down, trying not to giggle, Master didn’t like being interrupted and he didn’t take it well, but this was exciting, they were given permission to do something that was normally forbidden.
    Master gave them all a minute, then raised an eyebrow in amusement. “What are we waiting for? Fire up the air fryer, get the ice cream scoop, get to it!” They didn’t need to be told twice, most of them giggling excitedly as they raced for the freezer. Anna, a small, dark skinned girl tugged Thalia’s hand. “Come on! I want to get some of the cherry chocolate! What are you frowning about?”
    Thalia was taller, reaso

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    well i think it should have been… :-)
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    Wow, I had forgotten about this story for a long time. I might add more eventually.
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    (Size difference, overpenetration, body distortion, stretching, nobody dies)

    "I'm sorry I lied on, on my dating profile, but-"

    "Oh, no, no. It's a shock, to be sure, but..." He sighed. "We live in a weird, weird world, you know?" David swirled his drink in his glass. "Besides. We spent a month doing texts and, and phone calls, and..." He felt his face going a bit red, then looked down and over at her.

    Caroline blushed red herself, almost as red as her hair. She bit her lip, and giggled nervously. "... The photos...? A... And videos...?"

    David let out a ragged breath, and nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. I like you, Caroline. And... We both know what we want out of this."

    Caroline nodded, looking up at him earnestly. She stood up from her little chair and table, on top of the table. "We can't just... Be friends."

    David looked down at Caroline. She looked exactly like her photos. Exactly. Right down to the scale.

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    Well written and very cute
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    David was one of those guys who had 'diverse' hobbies.

    Meaning he'd hyperfocus on one thing for a while, collect a lot of obscure tools and supplies, and then wander off to something new before wandering back to it later.

    Catherine was making him go back to old things and rediscover them. Not by being pushy, she'd just ask "hey what's this?" And suddenly he was back in it.

    He really couldn't remember why he had the shiny colored fabric. He knew he had been curious about Super costumes, how they worked, but for the life of him he couldn't remember the end goal.

    An offhanded comment about how, back when Catherine was knocking over banks and armored cars, she called herself 'Slingshot' but never wore one, had him quickly breaking out the thermal blades and microbraiders.

    He made seven of the tiny double loops of fabric, skimpy V-shaped slings, and matching tiny masks to circle her eyes, all seven colors of the rainbow. She had a big enough kinky shoe collection to get seven matching sets of heels, and for nearly a week Catherine was prancing around out in public in the skimpiest Super outfit that had ever been seen.

    But the bug had bit him, and he was working again. He was peering through a magnifying lens, working with long-handled tools with tiny pivots, carefully trimming out tiny little scraps of the bulletproof, fireproof, bombproof, infinitely elastic fabric, rolling long strips of it into long thin cords. It was shimmery and gleaming and it flashed through all the bright colors of the rainbow as it shifted. She would look amazing.

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