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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"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.

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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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