This initially started as a 250 words challenge idea. But by the time I was happy with what I had, it was already twice as long. So instead, I decided to extend it a little bit, to make it its own independent short story.

Somehow, it's more or less a single picture of the scene in my head, that I gave some context to. I sure as hell don't have the skills to draw it, although I'd love it if someone who does gets inspired, but I figured I might be able to make a half decent story out of it.

Warning/kinks list : loli m/f (although mostly f), torture, rape, skinning, cannibalism, …

The spy, the Grok and the blood sausage

Leah was slowly moving along the line of tents, silent as a shadow, when she heard a scream coming from the tent at the end. A loud pained scream.
She looked around. Nobody stirred. It was common in the camp.
A second scream, filled with anguish, that died in the middle. A kid's scream.
Staying unnoticed was the top priority. She knew she shouldn't, but she had to take a look.


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I don't know what did it, but we all knew it was over.

Oh, well. They had a good ride.

My wife- my granddaughter, to be honest. Her mother's… Fifth, I think.

Honestly, who keeps track anymore?

She was fully three years old at this point. Long in the tooth. She'd popped out ten daughters in the last two years. Most sold off, a couple wandered away.

Two I couldn't stand it after they were just over a month old, fully grown, long-legged and with their sweet little F-cups spurting their first sweet cream, ready to get knocked up and pop out their own little baby bimbos in under a week.

Airheads grow up so fast.

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I felt a familiar tingle in my balls as we walked down the city street. My companions, three chicks I’d been hanging with for the past couple weeks, chatted among themselves as I looked about for a suitable candidate.

I could use one of the girls easy enough. All it would take would be to grab an elbow, steer her to an alley, and I could relieve my tension in relative privacy. Unfortunately, I’d had all of them before and I was pretty sure I’d gotten everything new out of them that I was likely to see. I was feeling in the mood for something new and since we were in a new(for me) part of town, I figured I’d sample the local fare.

Pulling out my phone, I pushed the dedicated side button to point me to the nearest fuck stop. Dealing with a man’s horniness is serious business, and I was pleasantly surprised to find we had passed a fuckstop just moments before.

As I turned back one of the girls(my father taught me not to bother remembering names until they were at least pregnant with one of my children) noticed. She was platinum blonde, slim, and reminded me of pink bubble gum for some reason.

“What’s up, babe?” she asked.

I motioned for the fuckstop. “Just gotta see a girl about a horse,” I said with a half-smile on my face. “I shouldn’t be too long.”

She smiled up at me and grabbed my arm. “You’ll always be long enough for me, darlin’.”

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I'm going to post what I've written so far here, so it's all in one thread rather than spread out. And any additional work will be posted here as well!

Two sets of steps slowly approached him from behind. One was heavy, and thudded loudly in
the empty court. The other was soft, a whisper barely heard.

This was it, this is what he had always wanted.

Two people came into view around him. On his left was a man, tall and deeply masculine with a deep brown skin tone. He had a handsome face and a rugged physique under a simple T-shirt and jeans. He had long black hair, tied into a ponytail at his neck. At his belt was a knife.

It was a promising omen.

To his right was a woman in striking clothes. She wore a deer pelt vest adorned with beads and feathers, kept closed with a few leather string ties. He could see her brown skin, tantalizing and beautifully smooth underneath. On her head was a black and blue feather headdress that fell gracefully down her back to her hips. Her legs were clad only in some leggings with decals depicting leather strips and beads. New clothes depicting old designs and hugging her marvelously.

Another promise that he would get exactly what he craved. What he needed.


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The old thread isn't bumping anymore. This seems to be a limitation of the new gurochan. Time for a renewal.

Old thread full of ultra hot ultra short stories can be found here:
https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/5209.html

Keep them coming!
I'll start it off with this one (repost, since I'm lazy):

=Slicing fetish=
Did you ever use an egg slicer? Those with thin wires.
Imagine I'm the egg, and those wires are a monofiliament grid.

It doesn't really hurt. If you slice me slowly, you see my boobs squeezed a bit before the wires sink into me. Feels really satisfying! They suddenly go in, like 'slurp'. Butt cheeks, too! Just slice me all the way!

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Hi. GuroChan is back (hooray!) and I’ll celebrate with a story that I plan on turning into a series. I was writing under the name Loke on the old chan, I wrote a few stories that are still on here I think.

The concept is simple; Jim operates a Snuff Truck, a mobile processing centre in an alternative reality of some sort where overpopulation is the biggest issue around and people usually die consensually or semi-consensually. The truck is kind of like a mobile home, driver seat and mini-office in the front, execution room in the back.

This is the first story. Feel free to suggest characters, scenarios and alternative execution methods. I have som rules though, to make sure writing is fun for me too. They are quite simple: No scat (mild peeing is totally ok though”, no toddlers, no male on male, no real people and no characters from anime or TV etc. The more information the better. Don’t hesitate to suggest things though, the worst that could happen is that I just don’t use it. Also, constructive feedback in general is greatly appreciated.

PS: My favourite subjects are tween and teen girls, 12-15.

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Chapter 1 (f-solo, M-solo, f-snuff)

Jim looked at the black and white clock on the wall of his truck. Eager to get home he hoped no more visitors would come, but his hope shattered immediately when he heard knocking on the door. He opened, and greeted the two people standing outside. He recognized one of them, a stunning blonde English teacher named Amanda, coming to his truck for the third time that day. She was there to escort the one of them that wouldn’t leave that truck alive.

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A wolf-man reclined against a tree in the shade just off to the side of a little dirt trail through the woods. Apart from his ears, tail, and teeth, he looked like a well-built and tanned human male, tall and feral, shirtless and barefoot. His nails were long, sharp, and hard like claws. He was waiting, as he had been doing for a few afternoons now in this spot. Idly, he scratched at the trail of hair growing on his muscled abdomen, up from the waistband of his unbuttoned jeans. Then he caught the scent he had been waiting for. His patience had finally paid off. He licked his lips and stepped around behind the tree, ducking out of sight.

The little bunny girl coming down the trail couldn't have been more than half his height and a quarter of his weight. Her blonde twintails and her long fluffy white ears both bounced in time with her backpack as she half-skipped in her tiny pink sneakers, matching colored mini-skirt fluttering with each rise and fall of her pale, skinny legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, the fucking slut - the wolf could smell her cunny from dozens of paces. It was this familiar scent that had tipped him off, that some cute young prey-thing liked to take this dangerous shortcut home from school some afternoons. She should have been more careful.

As she approached the tree the happy bounce in her gait died away, prey animal instinct warning her that there something wrong. Peering through branches, concealed from sight, the wolf watched her pause and look around, anxious, her little button nose wrinkling as she sniffed the air. He was pretty sure she was already close enough to catch, being weighed down by her schoolbag and all, but just in case he waited a moment longer. Then she did something really stupid, and sealed her fate. Glancing down, the gradeschooler saw that one of her shoelaces had come loose, and she nervously bent down to tie it, fingers fumbling as she mumbled something, perhaps to reassure herself she was okay and that no one was watching her. Dumb little kid. He was already on her by the time her head snapped back up in alarm at the sound of rapid padding footsteps.

"AAAAAAAAAAH! NO NO NO NO, nonono, please no!" she squealed in panic and started begging immediately as he grabbed her and roughly manhandled her petite struggling body off the ground as if she weighed no more than a feather.

"Gotcha, little prey-slut! Don't worry, you won't be needing these anymore," the wolf teased, ripping her shoes off her bare kicking feet and throwing them into the trees, followed by the backpack straps being peeled from her smooth bare shoulders and it dropping unceremoniously to the ground with a thump.

"No no pleeeease p-please don't, please I wanna go h-home," she cried, breath quickening and her tiny limbs shaking uncontrollably. She squirmed in his arms and sobbed as he pressed his stubbly face to her soft neck and kissed and sniffed her flawless skin. He could feel her frenzied little rabbit heart pounding through her entire small frame. One clawed hand shredded her tube top and let the ragged pieces flutter to the dirt, exposing her perfectly flat chest to be groped and kneaded as his other hand found the inside of her thigh and squeezed.

"C'mon, you asked for this. Look how you're fucking dressed," he drawled offhandedly as spun her around and lifted her skirt to get a close up look at her bubble butt, her fluffy little rabbit tail, and her gorgeous, puffy, hairless kiddie cunt.

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Story takes place in the near future, where people find the way to self healing any sustained damage, rendering them immortal. This leads to many different experiments between people, different fetishes and non fatal cannibalism is on rise.

There is a knock on the door.
"Who that might be?" I think for myself.
"Hi, I am Your new neighbor, Katia. Can You please help me? " says beautiful short girl, with long black hair.
"Well sure, I am Sew, what do You need? "
She blushes a little. "Well, it is quiet a strange request, to ask from a stranger, but I have invited my friends for a welcome party, and I want to cook something from my heart to Them. Miss Jenkins from the second floor, mentioned, that You are quiet skilled with the knifes.
"Well, I can sharpen the knife, but I am not a chef or something. " I reply.
She blushes even more, and she toys with her hair nervously: "Well, sharp knife is important for what I have in plan. I want to cook my heart for Them, but I am afraid, that I can not cut it out myself. Can You please help me with that? "
My brain stops a few seconds.
"OK, let me get this straight: You want me to cut of Your heart, so You can cook it for Your friends? "
"Well, yes, " she replies. "Maybe a little bit more than that. From what I have read, it will take me at least half an hour to be able to move my arms again, or to walk without any issues, it takes some time for ribs to regenerate. And I have not that much time, so, if You can please cut and season it for me, that would be nice.I will fully understand, if You will refuse. "
"No, no," I reply. "I am more than OK with that. But I have never done anything like that before. Are You OK with that? " "Damn sure I am." she replies. "Me neither. "

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Disclaimer! This is just a work of fiction.


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I reckon it’s high time to write about my career. Cancer and diabetes have ravaged my body over the last five years. I'm drunk most days and eat mostly fast food and junk food; I’ll be dead long before prosecution can put me behind bars.

I was a hired killer. Most of them deserved to die, some were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, it didn’t matter. After a while, it didn’t take much to figure out who was paying me and why somebody was dying.

You don’t care about all of the details of how I ran my business so I’ll get on with the stories; since I’m feeling generous I’ll stick to the ones where a broad ends up dead.

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"Dad, are you ready?" My 13 year old daughter Zoey sat on the bed behind me, waiting for me to finish setting up the camera.
It had been 2 days since she'd offered to let me make a snuff film with her, and now it was finally time.
"Yeah." I hit record and turn to face my daughter, she sat on the edge of the bed giving me an innocent smile. I sat down next to her, pulling out a pocket knife, her eyes widened with curiosity as she moved herself closer to the sharp blade.
"Just do it already, the anticipation is killing me." Zoey giggled. I plunged the knife into her abdomen, creating a vertical gash in her belly that went from her pussy, to her ribcage.
When I removed the blade Zoey climbed up onto my lap, pulling my cock out and sliding down onto it. Her back facing me so the camera could see everything.
Zoey began to ride me vigorously, pulling herself down onto my cock as fast as she could.
"Am I d-doing good daddy?" She asked, her hands moving into her abdomen as she began to pull out her own intestines.
"Yes, very good! Just keep pulling your guts out."
She nodded and continued to ride me faster and faster, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation, all the while I could hear the sound of my daughters intestines smacking onto the tile floor.
It was then that I climaxed, shooting a load of hot sperm deep inside my daughters womb. I make her turn around to face me, so I can see the damage.
"You really did a number on yourself." I smile.
"Do you l-like it?" Zoey pants, out of breath and losing blood very quickly.
"Yes, you did perfect."
I kiss her on the lips, stabbing her in the heart before pulling away.

By Kitty Cunt and Mister Moody 1 (Rape, Asphyxiation, Loli, Snuff) The loli stuff comes in part 2 which is not finished.

The day was balmy, belying the mid autumn season. He walked through the down town city center, with a calm even pace; his mind only on what he should have for lunch. He stops, and looks inside one of the cafe windows. Behind his tall and stocky reflection, he spied a small group of women, chatting as they eat lunch.

It wasn't the decent looking red head, or the petite blond that caught his eyes. Their breasts were far from adequate for his tastes. It wasn't them, but the third woman, the one tall, skinny one, he found much more interesting. Her tanless skin made even paler by her dark, black hair, which was tied back behind her head in a pony tail. Her breasts were exquisite, large and shapely, they pressed against the bounds of the small, tight shirt she was wearing.

Seeing her had made up his mind, and he entered the cafe, now with the intention of satisfying two hungers at once. As he makes his way toward the group, peices of their conversation float over to him.

“What you do expect John will want during the meeting?” his prize asked the others.

“Oh the usual, I would imagine. He wants me on his lap,” the forgetful one with small breasts repsonded, sounding a bit put out. “I heard Sabrina, got a choice task,”

The brunette grinned, “I get to wear the snack tray! What was your assignment, Kitty?”

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Chapter 1, Opening Ceremony (Burning)

Burning Woman, the largest event of its kind, with roots dating back before modern history. Every year close to one hundred thousand people from all over the world gather in the desert of the American West to participate in this one of a kind event. The event is freeform in nature, attendees contributing freely within a few basic principles. These principles are largely unchanged from their origins in the historical event, though they have of course been colored by modern sensibilities. Ideas like inclusion, self-expression, and sexual liberty have become much more ubiquitous across the world than they were in the days of old, but Burning Woman continues to take things to even further extremes. Two more core tenants of the event are participation and immediacy, attendees are highly encouraged to be a part of the event, and to do what they can to make this year's Burning Woman the best yet. Considering all these principles it is no surprise that usually fewer than 20% of the attendees live to return home through all nine days. The demographics of the attendees skews slightly more towards women than the global population, though the ratio of intentional death skews the other way, with almost a fifth of the dead being male.

The old world event took its name from the large wooden effigy that was burned on the last evening of the event. Today's event has modernized this idea, changing it's name alongside. At a large pyre in the center of the event volunteers are burned throughout the event. While the original burned a single effigy at the end of the event, the modern one always has a volunteer burning, though special attention is paid to the first and the last of a particular year. The volunteers are mostly women, but it would be counter to the nature of the event to discriminate, even when it introduces slight inaccuracies to the name.

This year's event is almost underway, just waiting for the ceremonial first burn to start. Attendees are crowded around the pyre, most giving it just enough berth to not get burned once it is set alight. The pyre is fashioned like a stage, just waiting for its performer to walk out upon it. It doesn't have to wait long, as soon a young woman emerges, walking with soft steps to the center of the pyre. The woman is seventeen year old pop idol "Amburr☆". She is wearing a thin skirt that starts low on her hips and drapes down to the tops of her bare feet. The setting sun backlights her and clearly outlines her long shapely legs. Other than the skirt the only thing she wears is a simple flower crown woven into her long auburn hair. Her hair is otherwise free, cascading down just past her shoulder blades. Her breasts are left bare, the modest mounds lightly freckled but otherwise free of tanlines or any other marks. Amburr☆ has the rare claim of having survived five previous Burning Women. It seems that she is determined to not survive another.

Just as the sun dips below the horizon four fireworks shoot into the air from the four corners of the square pyre, setting it alight as they scream into the sky and burst in an explosion of sound and color. Amburr☆ starts her final song, a brand new single written solely for this occasion. In line with the ideals of Burning Woman this song has not been recorded before the event and will not be professionally recorded or released after. This song is for the event, to try to do any more with it or to make anything more of it would ultimately cheapen it, though inevitably some bootleg copies of the live performance will pop up in the coming weeks, as filming is only discouraged, not prohibited.

As the minutes pass the flames slowly creep towards Amburr☆ from all sides, almost as if they were responding to her serenade begging them to draw closer, to engulf her completely. Almost as if on cue the flames reach her and begin to slowly lick at her feet. Her voice wavers for only a moment before regaining its smooth tone, though perhaps now a bit more salacious than it was. At Burning Woman it is trivial to find drugs that can dull pain, or even replace it with pleasure, but if Amburr☆'s past discography was any indication then she was a hardcore dyed in the wool masochist. The viewers had no doubt in their mind that Amburr☆ was feeling every lick of those flames au natural. Amburr☆ continued to sing, and the flames continued to rage. As the flames reached her hips she turned around and walked to a thick pole that stuck out of the pyre a couple meters behind her. As she walked her charred skirt crumbled away, leaving the teen pop idol wearing only her crown of flowers. She turned back to face the audience, raising her hands and sticking them through a loop of rope tied to the top of the pole. She let her weight pull on the loop and it tightened around her wrists, binding her arms above her head, pulling her already modest chest alluringly taut. She continued to sing, and the crew slowly turned down the speakers. Amburr☆'s voice soon disappeared beneath the roar of the flames, though whether the flames were drowning her out or had already silenced her permanently no one would ever know.

At this point most of the gathered crowd began to disperse, either to start realizing their own ideas or to assist or observe other's. Several minutes later the remaining gathered attendees watched as Amburr☆'s arms gave way and her body crumbled into a heap of ash. The crowd further dissolved, but some stayed to watch the second volunteer clamber up onto the pyre. With gritted teeth the thirty something year old woman waded through the fire before similarly binding her arms in the apparently fireproof rope. She briefly lost her composure, a howl of agonized pleasure briefly drawing the eyes of the dispersing crowd.

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"Dad, are you ready?" My 13 year old daughter Zoey sat on the bed behind me, waiting for me to finish setting up the camera.
It had been 2 days since she'd offered to let me make a snuff film with her, and now it was finally time.
"Yeah." I hit record and turn to face my daughter, she sat on the edge of the bed giving me an innocent smile. I sat down next to her, pulling out a pocket knife, her eyes widened with curiosity as she moved herself closer to the sharp blade.
"Just do it already, the anticipation is killing me." Zoey giggled. I plunged the knife into her abdomen, creating a vertical gash in her belly that went from her pussy, to her ribcage.
When I removed the blade Zoey climbed up onto my lap, pulling my cock out and sliding down onto it. Her back facing me so the camera could see everything.
Zoey began to ride me vigorously, pulling herself down onto my cock as fast as she could.
"Am I d-doing good daddy?" She asked, her hands moving into her abdomen as she began to pull out her own intestines.
"Yes, very good! Just keep pulling your guts out."
She nodded and continued to ride me faster and faster, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation, all the while I could hear the sound of my daughters intestines smacking onto the tile floor.
It was then that I climaxed, shooting a load of hot sperm deep inside my daughters womb. I make her turn around to face me, so I can see the damage.
"You really did a number on yourself." I smile.
"Do you l-like it?" Zoey pants, out of breath and losing blood very quickly.
"Yes, you did perfect."
I kiss her on the lips, stabbing her in the heart before pulling away.

The world around Lexi fades away as she stands there, her heart pounding in her chest. She's been fantasizing about this moment for years - the moment when she can finally be with him. The man of her dreams, the one who's been haunting her nights since highschool. She's finally found him, and she's going to make him hers, no matter what it takes. Her Brunette hair cascades down her back in waves, framing her perfect face with its big, round eyes and plump lips. She's wearing her favorite outfit, a tight blue stripped tanktop and tight blue jeans that accentuate her curves just right. She inhales deeply, trying to catch a whiff of his scent on the air.

As she moves closer, she finally spots him in the darkness. He's standing by a pile of rotting leaves, his back turned to her. His broad shoulders and muscular arms are visible even through the shadows. Lexi 's heart skips a beat as she takes another step forward, then another. With every movement, she feels more alive, more connected to the world around her. She reaches out a shaking hand and touches his shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength that radiates from him. He turns around, and there he is - the man of her dreams, the one who's been tormenting her thoughts for so long. His face is shadowed, his eyes hidden in the darkness, but she can feel his gaze burning into her.


Her heart races as he pulls her close, their bodies pressing together. She can feel the hardness of his chest through his shirt, the strength in his arms as they hold her tight. Lexi closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being wanted, of being desired. She wonders what it would be like to feel his lips on hers, to taste him, to breathe him in. But before she can react, he pulls away, taking her hand and leading her deeper into the woods. The air grows colder, the darkness more oppressive, and Lexi feels a shiver run down her spine. She knows that whatever he has planned for her, it won't be anything like the dreams she's had. It will be much, much worse.

As they move deeper into the forest, the sounds of the war fade away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the calls of nocturnal creatures. Lexi tries to calm her racing heart, telling herself that she's ready for whatever he has in store. But when they finally come upon a small clearing, her breath catches in her throat. In the center of the clearing is a dark, cave-like opening, its mouth gaping open like a hungry maw. She can feel the air inside chilling her skin, see tendrils of mist wafting out from within.

Her captor smirks, taking in her reaction. "This is where you belong," he says, his voice echoing eerily off the surrounding rocks. "You're going to be very happy here." Before she can protest, he grabs her roughly and pushes her forward into the darkness. The cool air on her skin feels like icy fingers clawing at her flesh, and the darkness is so thick she can't see her own hands in front of her face. She stumbles, tripping over unseen roots and stones, her heart pounding in her chest.

As her eyes adjust to the dim light, she realizes that she's not in a cave at all. They're in some sort of underground bunker, carved out of the rock. The walls are lined with shelves stacked high with canned goods, bottled water, and other supplies. In the center of the room, a makeshift bed is nestled between two large pillars. It's clear that this place was prepared long before she arrived.


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