ストーリーをredux版として書きました。 2008 年に、ホラーで危険なゲームをプレイしたことがあり、そのゲームにインスピレーションを受けました。

2023年の今、私は237のピクセルアートのようなアートを作成したので、主人公の体が消えてそこから血が出て、彼が鎖でつながれ、頭をなめられて食べられるような死亡シーンを書いていたでしょう。赤いクローラー。

私は成人向けコンテンツをゴアコンテンツに置き換えて redux バージョンを書き始めました。

そこで、アドバイスをさせていただきたいと思います。私は Demonophobia:Redux のライターです。 Window Frame (別名 237) に感謝します。

I wrote the story as redux version. Back in 2008, I played the game that looks horror and deadly, so the game inspired me.

Now in 2023, I made an art that looks like 237's pixel art, so I would've wrote a death scenes like protagonist body vanished, with a blood coming out of it, and he get chained up and his head get licked & eaten by red crawler.

I started writing redux versions with replacing mature content with gore content.

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Seems this story wasn´t posted anywhere then on the old Blackspectre site.

Original Quote from the previous poster on an old Snuff story forum.
"This is an old story from the Blackspectre site that has been
unavailable for about 8-10 yrs. "

Enjoy,

S.R.


A Hunt by [email protected]


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School Terminations

Kelly stepped through the glass doors, never to set foot in this high school again. She took a deep breath as her hair, a stream of orange down to her waist, fluttered in the breeze. Her outfit consisted of a blue sweatshirt, wrapped snugly against her athletic body, mountainous breasts curving out, a pair of tight jeans left little of her firm legs and round ass to the imagination, and pink flip-flops.

“Wait up!”

Mister Jenkins, assistant to Miss Hamilton, rushed through the doors behind her. He was an overweight man in his forties, balding, in a flannel shirt and khakis.

“You need stay with me. I have to make sure you don’t try to run off.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…,” Kelly rolled her eyes, “maybe you should keep up.”

The man scowled and opened his mouth to say something. Probably realizing it was pointless, he merely shook his head. Kelly turned and trotted briskly down the walkway, Mister Jenkins waddling behind her, to a small red building. She always knew she’d end up in there one day, though she would always joke with her friends that they would be the first to go. A buzzard went off as Mister Jenkins pushed the metal door open. Kelly entered without a word. The door closed behind her, with the assistant making his duck-walk back to class.

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While my main focus is Fire Emblem stories, I also let my Patrons pick non-FE girls for the polls. Last month, Asuka from Evangelion won - so here's her story.
If you want to suggest a character yourself, or to read my stories a week early, come and support me on my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

Asuka's Brain Rape
tags: non-con, M/F, rape, brainfucking

Asuka Langley Sohryu sighed, loudly expressing her disappointment with the whole situation she was in. Forcing to stay after classes to clean up was already annoying, but she was also forced to do it with those three stooges! She made every effort of showing them that she blamed them for the whole thing, screaming at them while she made her way to a distant corner of the classroom. Shinji Ikari seemed unphased by her rudeness, obediently going to clean by himself. However, neither Kensuke Aida nor Toji Suzuhara were too willing to do any cleaning. Asuka took breaks from time to time to look at them, but the two idiots were just talking about something while sitting on a few desks. They were just quiet enough that she couldn’t make out what they were saying, only hear their voices. They were also looking in her direction from time to time - with stares that were nothing but lecherous. Even if Asuka wouldn’t admit it, she was a bit curious about the topic of their conversation - it would help to ease the boredom that came with cleaning like that. With that in mind, the redhead began to move towards them while still cleaning the floor.

“Man, it’s great that you managed to get these photos, Kensuke. Even if she’s so harsh to deal with, she also has an amazing body.” Of course. The perverts were talking about spying on some girl. “Yeah, and this time I’m sure I took some good ones. This new hiding spot let me see all of it. I’m kind of jealous though… Shinji probably gets to see it every day.” Were they talking about her? “Dunno man, Asuka would kill him if he ever tried to spy on her.” They were! And they had also taken pictures of her! “Idiots! Perverts! I hate you! Give me that camera!” The German girl screamed out while suddenly springing to her feet, and ran towards them, as fast as the skirt of her school uniform let her. “S-she heard us!” Kensuke called out, while trying to run away. However, he didn’t get far, for Asuka slammed into him from behind, sending him to the ground. He landed on his back, and Asuka immediately punched him in the face, all while screaming: “Give! It! To! Me!”, each word accompanied by one hit - with loud cracks coming from the boy’s glasses as she hit them. However, as she raised her hand again, she felt someone grab it from behind. She turned around right away, with her arm painfully bending as she was now face-to-face with Touji. He was just as guilty as the glasses boy - and she tried to hit him with her other hand. However, he just pulled on the arm he was holding - and Asuka doubled over in pain as she felt it snap out of its socket. Once he heard the satisfying crack that confirmed to him that he succeeded, Toji let go of her arm - and it fell down, hanging limply at the redhead’s side.

“You know, Kensuke… Now that she’s helpless like this, we could get more photos of her! And they would probably show even more!” Toji exclaimed while looking at Asuka who was glaring at him from below. Kensuke got back up, stumbling at first, and looked at Asuka, his glasses tilted on his face. “Well, with how much she beat me, it’s only fair that we do that now. She slapped you for a peek at her panties when she first arrived here - just how much would so many punches to the face would be, then?” Kensuke replied while getting closer to Asuka. He reached towards her waist, finding the seam of her shirt, then began to lift it. Reacting to it, Asuka turned around, trying to hit him again with her healthy arm - but Kensuke got away in time. He let go of the shirt, however. With how feisty Asuka usually was, it was clear that just taking it off wouldn’t be this simple. Toji understood that as well - and he grabbed Asuka’s shirt by the cloth. Then, he began to pull - making it harder for Asuka to turn as the piece of clothing began to rip in his hands. Tearing off a huge chunk of the green material, Toji could now look at Asuka’s naked back - her flawless skin only covered by a white strap belonging to the Eva pilot’s bra.

“Pervert! I hate you!” Asuka lashed out at him again, once more trying to use her surviving arm to slap him. However, doing this she only showed off her back to Kensuke - who grabbed the flaps of her torn shirt and pulled on them, continuing to rip it. He managed to tear it all the way down, the whole thing coming apart. In surprise, Asuka saw that the front of it began to fall off too. She tried to keep in place with her arm, to keep herself covered up, but Toji grabbed it again, and pulled it to the side - letting her shirt fall down. Now, her white bra was revealed to him - with her breasts, huge for her age, held tight within it. Kensuke walked around her, camera in hand, and quickly took a few shots of her - taking in Asuka’s uncovered chest and her distressed, angry face. She screamed at him a few times as he did that, but he ignored her - Asuka’s frustration at the whole thing building up.

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The author is gone from the scene, and I don't want these stories to be lost. So here they are for your reading pleasure.

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Mindy is begging for her life. She's really embarrassing herself - I mean what's the point? He's going to kill us all anyway.
It's the first time I've seen Mindy naked. Well, it's the first time any of us have seen each other naked, but I never realized how skinny Mindy is. She has long legs and long arms and narrow hips and a tiny waist. Barely any boobs too - just bumps really with puffy pink nipples.
She's shaking badly - little round bum jiggling, standing in front of him, hunched over with her hands on her upper thighs like she has to pee and sobbing "… please … please … please let me go … I don't want to die …"
No shit, none of us want to die, but it's going to happen no matter what. Well, maybe not this morning. There’s a warmth in my belly that’s getting harder to ignore. Her cheeks are shiny with her tears, snot is dripping from her nose, and her lips and chin are slick with drool.
"Take it in your mouth." he orders her again holding the gun out at her eye level and she responds with a long, whiney, "… noooooooooo …"
I've just about had it with her - why doesn't she just get it over with? I guess I'm impatient because I'm next and I hate this waiting.
Cassie is sitting on the floor of the kitchen in a puddle of her own pee almost right beside the table he made me sit on to wait for my turn. She sits cross-legged with her back against the wall, her elbows resting on her knees, her head hanging down like she's staring at the floor. Her shoulder-length blonde hair is hiding her face. She is shivering and wringing her hands. I think she's desperately holding on to life.

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Introduction

Trying to reduce the federal spendings, during the last year of the Trump administration, the congress passed a law to cut the fundings of the Child Protective Services in all the country and instead try to earn some money on the process.

The first stage of implementation consisted in selling the girls, aged 4 to 17 on public auctions. They were sold to individual, but soon, businessmen realized the potential, from waterparks to use them as live human bait for their shows, to medical research corps.

The girls were implanted with a chip to kill them within 5 months if not been killed earlier, mainly to prevent their reproduction, but also for humanistic reasons, preventing long agonies and isolation periods.

This was considered by some as a measure to reduce the population of inmigrants and the low classes.

She lies supine on the preparation table, naked if courae, as I ready my various instruments in anticipation of the feast ahead.

Her closed eyelids barely flutter as I part her shapely slim legs. The drug-induced coma a necessary act of mercy for the acts that would befall her lovely body.

I trace my fingers down her mons, and part her shaven nether lips to reveal her sensitive nub hidden under it's protective hood, which will soon be powerless to my assault.

I pleasure that clit with my tongue and collect the juices that flow out into a sauce dish. When fully engorged and out of the protection of the clitorial hood, a pair of fine lacquered chopsticks hold on to that nub of female flesh, readying it to yield to the kiss of stainless steel.

With the sharpest blade in the kitchen, the clitoris comes off, hood and all. A quick dip into the dish of love juices, and then placed on my tongue.

As I close my mouth around the severed clitoris, I savor the explosion of flavors that ignite my tastebuds. I keep the clit in my mouth, grateful for the experience of holding in my mouth what used to be a comely woman's most treasured part, and now sitting on my tongue and destined to be devoured.

With the dying clit deflated and dry of all further flavors, it is nothing more than a morsel of meat: to be chewed up and ground by my teeth.

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Time Loop Snuff Doll (M/F, noncon to con, choking, beheading, mutilation, revival)

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Her fingers quivering, she reached up and touched her neck. She was alive. She could breathe.

Slowly, Corrina took in her surroundings. It was her room. A twin-sized bed took up nearly a third of the space in her apartment room. Next to her work desk, a small rack of assorted weights, resistance bands, and a rolled up yoga mat. To her side, her alarm clock read 6:00 AM— her usual wake-up time, for her morning exercise regimen.

Corrina was an avid athlete, and took great pride in her commitment to personal fitness. A yoga routine to start the day, biking to and from work, a spot of weight training in her free time, and a jogging route in the evenings to clear her mind. All her life, Corrina had worked very hard on herself—

But it didn’t matter last night. Or was it tonight?

The last thing Corrina remembered before passing out was the sensation of fingers around her neck.

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Summer means little girls in swimsuits. Tanlines, bare bellies, and fun with water that leaves t-shirts clinging to skin. It's a time I'd normally be spending out and about, prowling the beaches for kids to ogle and use to fuel my fantasies. This summer is different though. I don't have to leave on such frivolous excursions anymore. These days I can have all the fun I want from the comfort of my home.

It's time for dinner. I'm enjoying a quiet evening in my kitchen loading up a tray with tonight's meal: a big tasty sandwich and a tall glass of lemonade. It's been a good day. With a calm smile, I take the tray and make my usual trip down the stairs of the basement.

The stairs lead into a short hallway. Several doors line each side of the hall, but there's only one I'm interested in this evening. I stop in front of that door, setting the tray down to fish the key out of my pocket. I unlock the door and put the key away before picking up the tray and letting myself inside.

The room is dark, so I step in and flick the switch on the wall. A bulb overhead clicks on and my heart melts with the usual joy as the girl's eyes blink at me.

Her name is Juliana. Twelve years old. Short dark brown hair, fair skin. She's currently in bed, groaning as she shakes her head from side to side. Having spent most of the day in the pitch black of her room, she squints in discomfort as she struggles to adjust to the light. It's so cute how her face scrunches up, and so I just stand there for a minute and watch her. I notice her body shifting under her covers. I think she's trying to reach out and block the light with her hands out of reflex, but she quickly realizes that it's not possible and gives up with a whine. She can't do anything about her predicament when she's trapped under the blankets. The best she can do is turn her face away, but that's about it. She's known defeat like this countless times since the day we met and it's as amusing as ever. I can't help but chuckle.

"Dinnertime, kiddo." I grin as I approach her bedside. I set the tray down on the nightstand and grab a nearby stool. I sit down next to her bed. Before anything else, I need to get a look at her. I reach for the blanket and pull it down, exposing Juliana's entire body from underneath. It's a simple effort, one made even quicker given that there's not much of her left to expose. I amputated Juiliana's arms and legs six months ago, so I only need to pull the blanket about halfway down the length of the bed before her body just ends. I removed all four of her limbs completely from their socket, so the fleshy pads of flesh that remain where they used to be don't even stick out at all her torso. I smile down on her as I look at them, admiring the shape of her tiny limbless form.

With her body exposed to the open air, Juliana shivers as goosebumps raise on her naked flesh. The only clothes she's wearing are a small pair of plain white panties and they look really cute over her legless hips. The leg holes don't have any legs sticking out of them, so I can look directly at the thick pink scars of the amputation sites where I cut them off all that time ago. It's always an arousing sight and as usual I'm struck with the urge to touch her.

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Image: https://boards.guro.cx/rp/thumb/1687582822875.png

Original Prompt:
Name: Vanessa (Up left), Cristal(Up right), Olivia(Down left), Nataly(Down right)
Age: Vanessa 16, the rest are 14
Characteristics:
Vanessa - Rich, a bit spoiled, extremely seductive, was raised to follow family rules no matter what as such she is still a virgin
Cristal - Headmaid of Vanessa's retinue and Vanessa’s best friend, always proper, obedient to her superiors, wants to be dominated and is a sexualy frustrated virgin
Olivia - Shy but very caring and motherly, has the biggest and most sensitive tits that are actually lactating even though she is a virgin.
Nataly - Rough around the edges, flippant, and acts like a delinquent. Secretly wants to be punished and hurt. Accidentally deflowered herself with a sex toy.
Setting: You are a Chairman of a school for rich ladies. One day you save one of your students (Vanessa) from being hit by a drunk driver but you are sent to the hospital. After a week you return back to school and you are approached by Vanessa. She tells you that according to her family rules her life now belongs to you, and she will serve you in any capacity. She also tells you that she researched you and as such knows your darker preference, and as such she presents you her maids/underclassmen as a first tribute to do what you want and implies more girls will be provided as long as she stays with you.
Request: I'm ok with any snuff method you want but I want at least one cooked and eaten. Fuck all girls before snuffing them. If you are in the mood and you decide to keep Vanessa alive how about MC fucking her and his daughters(Vanessa’s or other maids (preferably after they are 14))


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So I've got to get this thing in my head out so it stops being intrusive.

We're hitting /g/ and probably some /f/ in there. Sci Fi, strictly consensual, free use, snuff.

Non-con and vore in the backstory.

Honestly it's /fur/ in my head but if I write it right nobody will notice.



We don't remember where we came from. That was lost when the ship got hit and broke… So many things.

What I do know… What I do know, is right now, I'm wallowing in the indulgences and luxuries made possible by the sacrifices of my predecessors, so the horrors of my previous iterations will never happen again.

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Total darkness and silence enveloped her. Peace. She took several deep, gasping breaths, entire body quaking and shaking in her restraints, reverberating with the intense aftershocks that seemed to wash over her in waves; but no memories of the events of the past few hours.

Layers of the color that wash over one's eyes, that nameless mauve, pulsed in front of her. She couldn't tell if her eyelids were open or shut. She couldn't tell if she was hearing any sound or not; her own breathing sounds might be her own imagination. She squeezed a hand into a fist slightly, then twitched her leg. The limb didn't move, though her body rocked slightly in place; she could feel her restraints were a suspension, perhaps as if she were hanging from rubber cords. The feeling sent a sudden wave of disorientation through her, and vertigo. It was like she couldn't feel which way was upwards. Her body was also perfectly temperature controlled, neither hot nor cold, giving her no feelings of comfort and warmth but only a creeping isolation. Was she suspended in a tank of oil or water? Nausea came; she suppressed it. Then the first memory came back into her mind, an odd one, quite suddenly jumping to the forefront.

"Dead N* Storage" had been written, and a big red arrow, on the trapdoor underneath her feet. She recognized the reference; Pulp Fiction, though she wasn't black so it made no sense. Those sickos had thought that was funny? She felt like all her understanding of the world was churned up inside of her like a blender, ready to gush out of her pores and face holes and anus. The nausea returned and more powerful this time; her heartbeat raised as she struggled and fought it, twisting and writhing in her tight sac. Suddenly a scream climbed its way out of her throat, piercingly loud, sending tingles through the rest of her body. 'That hurts,' she thought. 'Shouldn't scream, no-one can hear anyway'. Another scream, louder this time, burst forth from her breast, and her heartbeat pounded, feeling like her heart was going to leap out of her chest like a terrified animal. 'But you've got no-where to go,' she thought numbly, as it pounded away at her lips, hammering.

The other girls had fallen into those trapdoors when they'd drowned. But she hadn't drowned, she reminded herself. She'd lived. She was taken away to here, because she'd succeeded. The "FUCKMEAT SNUFFSLUT HORNINESS TEST", according to the bright green, purple and orange neon sign that'd illuminated the girls, and partially shed light on the raving crowds in front of them. She couldn't recall any faces distinctly; the people were leaping and churning in her memory, surging up and down in great waves. Bright glowsticks and pulsing strobes left horrifying impressions of animal faces; were those masks or cybernetic augmentations? It'd all been behind plastic.

The girls' bodies had been wrapped up in neon-bright rubber suits of rainbow hues, each a solid color, though they were not restrained like now. Rather, they had been suspended, weight supported partially on the neck and partially under the shoulders, free to writhe and wriggle as much as they wished; it felt oily underneath the surface of the suit, some kind of warmed oil that tingled, spicy and tickly and healthy, like a fine skincare product. Had she been high as well? She wasn't sure; she had felt very, VERY awake and alert. Perhaps unnaturally so? It was hard to tell in her memories. She'd never taken drugs before; never had sex either. Even now, she was still a virginal girl. 'That's not gonna last forever,' she thought, and another wave of powerful nausea assailed her, wracking her body and forcing her to writhe helplessly in her restraints until it was gradually soothed.

The hideous face of a demon loomed in her memory. That WAS cybernetic augmentations; it was too fine, lifelike and animated, though it was plasticky and horrifyingly shiny and bright under the neon lights. "Everybody READY?" he cried into a microphone, inciting a cheer from the crowd. "These GIRLS are fresh off the streets, people…" His voice was deep, but effeminate and soothing, skillfully plying the crowd and seducing them into the show. The textured and reassuring tones of it wormed their way into even her head, slowing her heartbeat noticably. 'qCPU optimized', she had thought, even at the time, her mind cranking away rapidly in fight-or-flight mode even though there was no way to run. 'Postprocessed by a neural network. Optimized to calm the listeners, worm its way into their minds. A Gateway brand system. They make great salespeople.'

"Fresh off the streets… I assure you, they've all signed a rather comprehensive consent form." The demonic Gateway lied smoothly, with a confiding smirk on his face, and the crowd laughed nervously. "But we can't just accept every girl who comes our way into the extensive training program that goes into their transformation into prime FUCKMEAT SNUFFSLUT material! So these girls have got to go through a preliminary test first. You all know what happens to the ones who fail it…" She twisted her neck left and right; she appeared to be inside of a tank, she realized, a plastic tank around her head which she shared with the other girls. So that was why the volume of their breathing was so much higher than that of the noises outside. At that moment, a number of hideously disturbing pictures flashed in front of her eyes; a bright screen projected onto the plastic wall in front of her face.

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Note from Author: This is based on some drawings My brother and I drew back a long time ago, and long lost. Don’t have time to draw, but have been working on my writing skills, so here you go. Hopefully have more installments later.

Amy sat the end of long dirt drive way, just a few feet from the country road.
It was hot, and dusty and she was sweating through the white tank top she wore, along with cut off denim shorts and a wide brimmed sun hat.
Next to her was a bag with a few changes of cloths and personal items.
It was everything she had in the world, besides a few scattered memories of her life before.
Before the accident…

She had woke in a hospital bed, not know who she was or how she got there.
The Doctors told her she was lucky to be alive, the wreck had taken her family, along with her arms and legs.
Months of painful rehab later, the state put her on a work program and here she was waiting to be picked up by a farmer.
She was surprised at the idea, she wasn’t sure what help she could be at field work or even chores but it was a chance at finding a new purpose in her life so here she sat.


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[In an effort to not repeat past mistakes, I'm gonna tell you everyone who will be in the following chapters, that way I can't add more and can end the story naturally.
Makenzie, she's 13. Lily, her sister, is 16. Aunt Alicia is 34 and Alexis is 35.
Now that all of that's set in stone, i can't change it later, so hopefully this will be more competently written than the first time.]

Chapter 1

It was 11pm, me and my younger cousin Makenzie were laying in bed watching a movie. Me and her used to do this a lot, since we lived in the same house we'd crash in my bed while watching movies basically every night. Makenzie was only 2 years younger than me, her being 13 and I being 15.
By 12am, Makenzie had fallen asleep and I was left awake to finish the movie. She was wearing these nearly skin tight yoga pants and a t-shirt, as I was laying there bored out of my mind and trying to sleep something clicked in my head that I hadn't thought of before.
"Hey makenzie?" I nudged her roughly trying to see if she'd wake up, no reaction.
She was a pretty heavy sleeper, so I knew she wouldn't wake up at this point. I grabbed the blanket covering us and pulled it off, throwing it off the bed. She was still fast asleep. I wanted to take it slow but at the same time, I really didn't. I may have had all night but I was excited, so I grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants and slid them down to her ankles, then all the way off, not thinking about how I'd get them back on.
I pulled down my sweatpants and tossed them off the bed too, my 13 inch rock hard cock now exposed.
She slept on her side so I had easy access to her pussy, grabbing her leg and lifting it enough that I could slide my cock right into her pussy. She was dripping wet, I felt no resistance as my cock easily slid all the way in.
At this point, I saw no need in going slow, I was balls deep inside my younger cousin and her pussy was amazing. I began pumping in and out of her at a decently fast pace, at first I was loving her tight pussy, but then I realized I'd messed up bad. How the fuck would I get her yoga pants back on?

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Where to find Sydney's Restaurant story universe. Also who is the auther? Re-upload?