"As an execution method, crucifixion has some excellent qualities. The procedure is simple, slow, painful, and humiliating. The victim is displayed naked, forced to squirm on the cross as they struggle to breathe, forced to urinate in full view, and then finally, as their body tires, they slowly, slowly suffocate to death.

"It's an experience of ultimate helplessness. For days the victim is helpless to escape the crucified pose, helpless to stop wriggling for breath, helpless to avoid peeing, and finally, helpless to breathe at all. All the while the pain makes them behave in the most shameless manner, moaning and contorting their naked body for the enjoyment of the crowd.

"But for your execution, little one, we're going to try something a bit more modern."

He cups the schoolgirl's cute face, smooshing her cheeks, lifting her gaze to his. She looks back without defiance, pink-faced from crying. Her brown eyes are big and round and wet in her pink little face.

The small girl hangs naked from her wrists, her young body stretched, her ankles cuffed together. She dangles above a drain in the center of a small featureless cell with white tiled walls. There is no bed, no toilet or sink, no furniture of any kind. Her small wrists are chafed from weeks of hanging like this.

He runs his other hand along her naked body. The schoolgirl flinches and squeezes her eyes shut. She whimpers, and her voice is high pitched and young.

"Shh…" he whispers.

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Last try to post this, apparently there has been an error on my first two tries. This is a Story I wrote a few years ago, maybe someone might recognize it. I recently took an interest again, and started revising the old chapters, potentially adding new ones in the future should there be interest.

It takes place in the world of the Duke Nukem game universe, exploring the darker themes of women being kidnapped by aliens and going through hell.

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THE HIVE

Chapter One: Incubator

The constant breeze was humid and warm, felt almost alive. It was too dark to see, but by the way the air touched the more sensitive areas of her body, Libby realized that she was naked. She felt dizzy, disoriented, and she couldn't move. What exactly was going on? A slow, deep drumming rhythm like a giant's heartbeat filled her ears and vibrated in her chest. Libby had been stripped bare against her will, without a clue how she got here, or where "here" was. Had someone spiked her drink at the bar and taken her somewhere?

That possibility reminded Libby of her academy training. The cases were always similar: Woman parties at bar, gets drugged and taken to the perpetrator's hideout… But there was no soreness between her legs. She hadn't been violated. At least not this way… But her throat felt fine too. Then again, her whole body felt kind of numb. A new realization interrupted her train of thought: In her mind, that woman at the bar was some anonymous, theoretical victim she was meant to protect. Now, that Libby instead paid attention to her own naked body, her abstract training instructions met reality in a disjunction of anxiety. Slowly, her eyes adapted to the gloom. Flowing lines appeared and formed patterns of moist reflective, surfaces.

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"Mommy, mommy! Look!" cried the little girl excitedly, showing her mother all her broken limbs. "I did it myself!"
Her mother's face went pale as she surveyed the damage. "How could you possibly do this to yourself?" she demanded, trying to hide her horror.
"I will show you later!" replied the girl enthusiastically, "but first, can we go get ice cream?"
"Not now," retorted the mother sternly, "You know we are in the hospital"
"Yes yes," agreed the girl, "the nurse promised lots of ice cream. Plus, we can watch cartoons all day! She said I am the bravest girl!"
Ignoring the pain shooting through her body, the girl happily wiggled her broken limbs while lying on the bed
"What happened?" Asked the mother while waiting for a doctor to come.
"Oh, you know," replied the girl casually, "Me and Lily were just playing on the playground when I fell off the bike and broke my tooth." The young girl grinned proudly, revealing a missing tooth from when she jumped off the bike earlier today.
"Your tooth?" questioned the mother incredulously.
"Yeah," nodded the girl, "Then we made a bet that I won't go to school tomorrow and don't do any homework or chores. If I win, she gives me all her candy."
"Skipping school because you broke your tooth? And you don't have any homework or chores to do anyway" queried the mother, confused.
"Nope," corrected the girl, "that's why I broke my legs and arms too. That way I can stay home, eat all the candy I want and watch cartoons."
Staff wheeled the girl out on a stretcher, taking her mother to explain what happened. By the time she returned, the girl was already hooked up to IVs and the group doctors were working on fixing her limbs while listening to her neverending chatter.

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First time poster. I wrote this for the 250 words thread, but it's over double that so here were are.

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“Norman for E.D. & E.D.?” the medical receptionist called out. The men packing the waiting room tensed as one. An expectant paused held and then snapped as the receptionist called out again, voice turning sly, “Look at that: A free double E.D. slot. First come, first serve.”

The men had jostled already for positions nearer the hallway—the receptionist immediately had a man at her side. Handing out tickets made too many people feel like they never had a chance, and as a public service that was a no-go. Some friendly competition? That only built a sense of community.

“So,” the receptionist began, walking to the room—the one bigger than any of the other intake rooms, and without a padded examination table taking up room either. “This slot’s actually rather special. Mary B.,” and they’d reached the door, and Mary B. was—

Tied in non-chafing chains, bent in half at the wait. A small sawhorse, padded, kept her whole small, shrunken stomach and some of her too-visible ribs supported while letting her be tied arms and legs both to the same metal floor ring; all while looking like she was maybe only bent over and asking for it.

Her hair, a dirty blonde, was braided from the foot of it that rested on the floor until halfway up, where it had grown out during her bondage and now hung like a partially tied curtain.

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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 :-/

Hi there, Literature! Recently I wrote this snuff story for FurAffinity and Inkbunny, but something compelled me to share it here as well. This will mark my first ever post on gurochan, so hopefully things go well.

This story contains furry characters (Namely a Gengar, Eeevee, Cinccino, and Umbreon, all characters from the pokemon franchise), with a main focus on mind-breaking and sluttification. This story also contains snuff, urination on death, a bit of necrophilia, neck snapping, aspyxiation, a bit of cum inflation, and some ahegao.

Pokemon are owned by Game Freak and Nintendo.

Vee the Eevee and the Gengar named Master were named by me.

With tags out of the way, here you go. Enjoy!

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The Chair:

the 16 year old busty blond didn't think this was fair! Francine just turned 16 just yesterday, she shouldn't be in this room with that thing! It's not fair that she was chosen! Maybe in a month after she got to do the things she would get to do as a 16 year old, but not before she could enjoy it!

Still, once the door closed behind her, the only way it was going to open was when she was dead. Her naked body shivered as she walked to the metal chair in the middle of the room. If she had to die, she wished it wasn't this way! but it was the death that was chosen for her.

On it, there were two vibrators, one for her pussy, the other for her ass. There was also a small table for lube should she need it.

She poured it onto the toys, her body shivering. "I never even got to have sex with anyone."

She tried to sit down, and winced. Oh they were so big! Her ass and pussy stretched painfully as she slowly sat down. She whimpered as the toys violated her holes as she sat down on it. She clenched around them, trying to relax, but unable to.

"I can't do this!" She cried out. She tried to stand up, but the chair was quicker.

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"Abby… I don't think mommy will like this." Abel said with a worried expression on the face.

"Such nonsense, Abel!" Abigail giggled a bit. "I am your old sister so i know what's better for you."

Not knowing how to respond, the young boy reluctantly put his left hand on the cutting board and waited at the table. Since his back was to the kitchen counter, he could only guess what his sister would be doing through the sounds.

First Abel heard a drawer opening and then a tilt of a knife and then the drawer closing. He can't help but shaking when he heard steps getting closer to him. He could not help but shaking when he heard footsteps getting closer to him.

Within seconds, the old girl was standing next to her brother holding a steak knife right in front of him. Abel felt a shiver down his spine when he came across the sharp weapon but what scared him even more was Abby's calm expression, as if she had done things like this before. So she held his left wrist with her free hand just in case and carefully brought the knife to his left index finger.

"W-W-Wait a moment, Abigail!" Abel exclaimed in a trembiling voice. "Don't you think we'd better-"

"Silence, little brother… I am trying to concentrate." Abigail interrupted him with her eyes fixed on the blade. "I am 14-years-old. I know what i'm doing."

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A New Year, A New Start (loli, light femdom, incest, snuff, chastity cage, teasing)

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!​

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Jim couldn't believe how lucky he was to get hitched to Sally Omira. His ex-wife was a plain-Jane, but Sally was a supermodel in every single way.

The 32 year old, nine years Jim’s junior, has a stunning beauty that can be described as both delicate and fierce. She has striking blue eyes set off by her naturally tan skin and long, blonde hair. Her slim figure is complemented by her full, C-cup breasts and toned legs. She has a dazzling, mischievous smile. Sally won Miss Metropolitan two years in a row – something that has not happened before or since.

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I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, still groggy from sleep. Reaching over to my nightstand, I grabbed my phone and clicked it on.
"Fuck.. 2am?"
I sighed and sat the phone down beside me, knowing my body wouldn't let me fall back asleep. I stretch out, my joints popping as I roll out of bed, deciding to start the day.
I flipped on the lights to my room and rummaged through my dresser, pulling out a baggy sweatshirt along with a pair of equally baggy sweatpants. I quickly slid on my clothes, though somewhat loose they still fit well enough for me to not give a damn. I exited my room, trying to be somewhat quiet so my 5 younger, and 2 older sisters wouldn't wake up. I made my way down the hall and passed all of my sisters rooms, as I was about to turn into the dining room I turned to my moms door, realizing her light was on.
I thought for a moment before walking up to her door, knocking as quietly as I could as to not disturb my sisters.
"Hey mom, are you up?" I let out another set of soft knocks on her bedroom door before continuing. "Do you mind if I come in?"
"Sure, come in." My mother replied.
I quickly pushed her door open and walked in before again, closing it as silently as I could manage. Looking over at her bed, I saw my mom sitting with her legs crossed on the old mattress, typing something into her phone quickly before shutting it off and setting it aside.
"You're up early." She smiled, not surprised in the slightest. "So what's up, did you want something?" She tilted her head, waiting for my reply.
"Not really, just saw you were up and figured I'd hang out for a while, at least until everyone else starts getting up." I walk over to her bed, climbing onto the opposing side and sitting down.
"That's fine with me." My mom adjusted herself before continuing "also, Merry Christmas!"
I smile back "merry Christmas!"
"So, I wasn't really sure what to get you this year, so I didn't really get you anything. you're 15 and you're really hard to shop for." She smiled at me, giving me an apologetic look. "So, is there anything you'd like me to get you? It's Christmas, it'd be wrong to not at least give you something, so what would you like?"

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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 19. 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! 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 (except on the head) 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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The video opened with two naked girls kneeling in front of the camera. Behind the girls were multiple cameras and two, shiny, guillotines.

“Hi! I’m Jessica.” Jessica was a 19 year old brunette with brown eyes. She had thick thighs and big boobs, and her nipples were pierced.

“And I’m Olivia!” Olivia was also 19, and she had semi-blonde hair that traveled past her large tits.

“Many of you know that I am a sex slut,” Jessica said to the camera. “However, I also fantasize about getting fucked to death and snuffed on camera.”

“When Jessica proposed we snuff ourselves on camera several months ago, I thought she was crazy. But the more I thought about it, the more I was turned on by the idea of snuffing ourselves while getting fucked.”

Olivia moved aside to provide a clear view of the guillotine contraption.

“Behind us are two steel guillotines. Locking ourselves in the lunettes will start a 20 minute countdown, which will be displayed on this monitor for you to watch. At a random time during the countdown the guillotines will activate, and the blades will slice off our heads, ending our lives for good.” Olivia smiled. “We won’t know when the guillotines will activate, making our decapitation as much of a surprise to us as it is to you.”

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The Disturbance at Abbott Girls’ Intermediate (loli, incest, snuff, guro)

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. As with all my stories, it is dialogue heavy and light on sexual details (which I choose to reserve to the reader's imagination!).

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

5. "The Disturbance at Abbott Girls' Intermediate" is not a chronological series. The stories all tell different tales about a single event and its aftermath, and can be enjoyed separately or in any order. More entries will only be written and posted if there is an indication that readers want more.

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I’m not really one for parties. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not antisocial or anything. I don’t mind a nice get-together with the guys. I’ve got a small handful of tight-knit circles I run in, and all that.

I’m just not that much of a drinker, I’m not fond of crowds, and I really can’t stand loud music. That’s like, three perfect strikes, 100% of the reason college parties are not for me. But the semester was coming to a close and finals were right around the corner. For some reason, I let my extroverted friends talk me into going, “as stress relief.”

It was a big party, hosted by one of the largest frats on campus. And almost immediately, I got separated from my group. They took to it like fish to water, dissolving into the mass of people. Guys and gals, dolled up in their clubbing outfits, grinding on each other in various stages of intoxication and undress. All the while, whooping, jumping, and twerking, in time to the skull-splittingly loud music.

I didn’t last fifteen minutes. I greeted a couple of acquaintances when the music was quiet enough to shout over, downed half a beer in hopes it would quell my headache (it didn’t), and eventually resigned myself to stepping outside, onto the front porch of the frat house.

There was already someone outside, seated on the porch. She was an asian chick, a hint of model student, a hint of goth girl, warding off the cold with a fuzzy pink parka, though her sexy short-shorts and high-cut sheer top certainly didn’t look warm. In the dim light of her phone screen, I could make out the disinterested irritation on her face— the look of the smart girl, carrying a group project, or a standoffish cutie telling off the latest flirt. I half-recognized her from somewhere, maybe a friend of a friend, or something.

When she turned to me, I thought she was going to tell me to buzz off, but something about me must’ve convinced her otherwise. “Stuffy inside, isn’t it?” she asked.

“I didn’t realize it was possible to suffocate in more ways than one, but I guess uni’s all about learning new things.”

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It was Jake’s birthday, and he had spent the day with his friend-with-benefits, Brooke. Jake had hoped for something more, but it appeared that Brooke was content with his dick. He didn’t mind, since he still had a great time. Now they were back at her house. He was sitting on her bed as she prepared her “special birthday gift” in the bathroom.

Brooke promptly entered the room, fully naked, as Jake was expecting. However, around her limbs were thin, metallic bands that he didn’t recognize.

“Looking sexy. What are those?”
“Snuff cuffs” Brooke replied, smiling.
“Wait, real snuff cuffs? How’d you…?
Brooke laughed at Jake’s shocked expression. “I saw your search history, idiot. So, I thought I’d become your own flesh light! A way to show my appreciation for you these last few months.”
“So they’re legitimate? They’ll actually cut off..”
“Yes! First my hands, then arms, feet, legs, and finally my head.” She gently ran her fingers across her neck. “Best part is they’ll remain secure after activation to control blood loss. Here, test it out” Brooke handed him the remote and he pressed the button. She winced as her left hand detached.
“Does it hurt?”
Brooke laughed again “I’ve taken enough painkillers to knock me out in an hour, so it’s more of a dull throbbing. Come on baby, fuck me. I can’t wait to be your cocksleeve.


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