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    The Chosen Assassin's methods

    It all happened so quickly for Abby in the heat of the battle. ADVENT's "peacekeepers" were once again burning down a resistance settlement. This wasn't her first rodeo. Get on to high ground and take all the shots the Commander tells you to take. Piece of cake. Her comrades were on ground level, including her bondmate and fresh fiancé, the team's medic.

    Snakes. Always the damn slippery snakes. Can't hit them when they stop, and can't hit them when they slither from cover to cover. Missed shots get people killed, she's seen friends die from those. Magnetic weapons blow off chunks from the durable yet frail body of a human.

    It didn't get any better for the team when Central announced that the unmistakable energy signature of the Chosen Assassin flared up. The battle went like usual, until the last thing she remembers was a glimpse of the uncloaking Chosen and the sting of a katana slashing at her back, followed by a brighter flash of light and the rapidly fading scream of her lover on the radio. All black after that.

    =Too Easy=

    Abby begins to wake up. She's in restraints, and still in her predator armor. The shackles holding her in place appear to be floating as is she, slightly tilted forward toward the floor. She tries to thrash and kick her way out of the restraints, but they won't move a single inch.

    Looking around, she's in a place unlike any other she's ever seen in her life. Everything is shiny. Made of frosted glass or stone. And metal. Or something like those. Looking up, there is no visble ceilling. Light fixtures hanging from endless chains that disappear into a dark cloud above.

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    I guess I might also add this picture of the heroine.
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    No.24298 [Report] AS
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    =A dangerous new trend "Knocking" (FF, cons)=

    - I got the Vicuna 13B LLM working on my computer, with a jailbreak prompt its pretty decent at assited writing



    It was a typical Saturday night and I was sitting alone in my bedroom, scrolling aimlessly through the vast expanse of the internet in search of some form of entertainment. My mind drifted towards the taboo and the forbidden, and soon enough, I stumbled upon a word that piqued my interest – "Knocking."

    Curiosity got the better of me, and I clicked on the link to find myself face to face with a video that would change my life forever. On the screen, there was a young woman, completely naked and kneeling on the ground, using a vibrator on her pussy. Behind her, another girl stood equally naked, holding a metal bat.

    At first, I was confused by the strange name of the act, but as I watched, I became increasingly drawn in by the raw intensity of their pleasure. Soon, I found myself not only watching, but participating, mimicking their movements and strokes as I reached for my own vibrator.

    As the woman on screen neared her climax, I could feel my own body responding to the stimulation. The girl on the screen was close to cumming, and so was I.

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    No.24305 [Report]
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    I suppose AI did not write that much of all that. :)

    Topic was a bit weird but interesting.
    Maybe their responses were a bit inadequate to what is going on :)
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    >>24305
    This is a sexual fantasy board. Of course their responses are inadequate, an adequate response to ANYTHING on here is calling the police & the ambulance simultaneously. If your kink is different than the writer's kink, go elsewhere?

    Like this is an ongoing thing with you and guro more casual than you like. Please understand that this is a genre.
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    >>24309
    Stop complaining because everything is fine I don't know if this is issue with AI or it was intentional. AI often makes very unreasonable stories lacking understanding of action consequences.
    And if author wants it to be that way they can just say so i am not demanding to rewrite the story, just saying my opinion rather than ignoring it.
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    >>24310
    And you complain every other topic. Many dozen comment.
    Some board over half turn to you complain chat. and you gonna say ignoring this?
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    Any more?
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    No.24727 [Report] AS
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    My foreword:

    In this Russian story, a 16 year old girl named Nastya is chained up naked in an oven and cooked for three hours, then consumed by her family and family friends. Her young friend Arina, attending, is to be cooked in two months.

    I don't think this was published as erotica, but it's erotic throughout and you can tell the author is into guro.

    No need to thank me for manually adding in all those italics 😏





    Nastya (2000) by Vladimir Sorokin

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    Silence hung over the room.

    Mamut took the cigar from his mouth without having smoked it and shifted his massive head forwards, as if he were about to collapse onto the table, then began to laugh heartily, his plump belly convulsing. Rumyantsev seemed to draw his head down into his collar, then waved his hands, as if he were being attacked by invisible bees, squealed, and let forth a shrill giggle. Lev Ilyich hiccupped, put his hands over his face, as if he were preparing to tear it off of his skull, and started to laugh nervously, his boney shoulders jerking. Father Andrei slapped his palms on the table and laughed a healthy, Russian laugh. Arina sprayed laughter into the palm of her hand and shook silently, as if she were vomiting convulsively. Rumyantseva shrieked, like a girl in the fields. Sablina shook her head and laughed wearily. Sablin leaned back in his chair and roared with delight.

    The dining room resounded with laughter for two minutes.

    “I can’t . . . ha-ha-ha . . . I’m dying . . . dying . . . oh . . .” Father Andrei wiped the tears from his face. “You deserve to be sentenced to hard labor, Seryozha . . .”

    “What for . . . ha-ha . . . for his wit?” Mamut calmed down with some difficulty.

    “For torturing us with this laughter . . . oh

    . . . he-he-he . . .” Rumyantsev wriggled around in his chair.

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    No.24648 [Report] AS
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    I went out in a little floral minidress with no panties or bra.

    Later I listened in confusion to the wet thrust of his cock between the lobes of my brain, pushing in and out through a hole he had cut at the back of my skull. The lights of the club had been blue, green, and pink. The dancers had swirled like currents of water. Tides of darkness had swept them all away.

    "Mmh… Gguhh…"

    "Shhh, sweet girl" he held my head between his hands. With his thumbs he stroked my tear-stained, freckled cheeks.

    "Nnblohhh…"

    "I know, sweetie."

    My bladder released, I was like a scared child, sitting at the dinner table when father raised his voice, listening to the wet sound at the back of my head.

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    Never thought I'd be so excited for the girl to survive

    for now
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    This was a very fun twist! Hope there's a post two. Looking forward to her snuffing it.
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    No.24697 [Report] AS
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    Chapter 1: Toilet at first sight
    Chapter Text

    One final warning, this written work acts as if such acts are Good and should be encouraged, when it ISN'T, seperate fantasy from reality now, or LEAVE.

    (Camera fades into the scene, revealing a tall nude attractive man, fading in on his cute ass cheeks, then going up until the camera rotates to show his attractive face)

    Kevin Coleman was a strong and muscular dude of 22 years, and like most dudes who spend a little too much time at the gym, he was a bit of a dick. Actually calling him a dick was a bit of an understatement. He had a fixed goal of what he wanted out of life, and didn't care about who he had to screw over to get what he wanted. But in all reality, was that really a wrong thing? Taking the initiative and getting what you want out of life is how our earliest human ancestors survived.

    Kevin was also both tall and handsome, at 6:2, he had to duck to get under certain doorways. He had a rather nicely defined ass for a dude, with just the right amount of buttcheek on either side to bury ones face in, his dick was about 3 inches with soft, and 7 1/2 when erect, but it was its thickness that he was proud of at almost 2 1/3rd inches wide when erect, he could literally choke a bitch. His teeth had the slightest hint of coffee stains, but usually were well kept. His brown hair and green eyes had a rugged charm to them, especially when combined with his neatly trimmed full beard. He was also quite the charmer, if you could call having beer breath and being covered in oil after a night of working on a motorcycle charming, he never did drugs, but rather spent almost all of his money on porn, pictures of porn, sextoys and explicit videos, which almost all of that went to his best friend Jennifer, the lesbian.

    Ah Jennifer… she was… a rather special woman. She met Kevin when he was 12 and she was 10, they held absolutely NO secrets from each other. Perhaps it is best if we go over a bit of Kevin's formative years, which will explain Jennifer as well in the second prologue chapter.

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    4 hours later.

    The weather outside, which had previously been forecasted to be calm, swiftly turned into a malestrom of wind hail, lightning and thunder.

    Rebecca was slowly making her way to her bedroom, with Sandra helping her get there. Sandra had prepared a "special drink" to help her get to sleep, after Rebecca had told Sandra that she suffered from frequent insomnia.

    This thankfully made Sandra's job of making sure that her son got to pound this bitches ass much easier, as it would help explain things to Rebeccas mother if Rebecca ended up oversleeping.

    The storm outside beat against the bedroom window, as Sandra helped the shakily walking Rebecca into her plush and soft bed. "Thank you Mrs. Coleman!" Rebecca said weakly as she pulled up the covers around her and almost immediately was out like a light bulb. Sandra smiled and caressed the side of the girls face, and then let out a stifled chuckle, before bringing a needle out of her pants pocket.

    Carefully, Sandra injected Rebecca with the drug that would ensure that even despite her copious use of illegal sleep aids that she had poured into Rebeccas drink earlier, that Rebecca wouldn't awaken for at least the next 12 hours, no matter what happened to her body.

    (Andreiclv – Ninsei) (Vibe 1)

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    Succession Ceremony

    Typically, looking over paperwork was the most dull job in the world. As good as she was at keeping up her image, the cocktail of transfer arrangements, notices to foreign dignitaries, funding requests and edict proposals… it was a powerful sedative on most days.

    But today was not most days. Soon-to-be-former Queen Sophia’s heart fluttered with every turn of the page. Her fingers danced across the paper, brimming with excitement.

    She hadn’t noticed me peeking up from my own stack of files. During the transfer process, Sophia had been hiding it well, but as she reached the end of the bureaucracy, the end of her life, and the end of her rope, the cracks were beginning to show.

    If the average citizen was asked to describe Queen Sophia, they’d probably paint you a picture of a model queen. Steadfast but warm, wise and gentle, but decisive and firm. She was a tall beauty with pale, wavy hair, preferring practical wear that accentuated her long, elegant limbs and subtle curves.

    With her husband’s declining health, Sophia had found herself taking on more and more of the monarch’s responsibilities, right up until his sudden, but not unexpected, passing.

    As one of the aides to the late king, if you asked me to describe Sophia, I would tell you that she hated carrots but insisted the chefs include them anyway, for the sake of her and her daughters’ health. I would tell you that she often put her feet up on the table when nobody was looking because she secretly hated sitting still. And that had a very sharp sense of hearing, and she used it to sense approaching footsteps and discern their owners with almost supernatural accuracy. (And if they belonged to someone important, she’d take her feet off the table, of course.)

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    As high quality and as hot and sexy as always
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    No.24699 [Report]
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    Hot damn this is good
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    I really love how this turned out. Conflict and character dynamics are things that I often unintentionally ignore writing short pieces, but it's what makes stories whatvthey are.
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    No.24702 [Report]
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    What a beautiful tradition.
    It looks though like the Queen… sorry, the slut used to have another daughter who was uncleanly cut from the story, as there are still references to "three daughters", "five chalices" and "four women".
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    >>24702

    Aha… yup, someone else pointed that out as well… originally, there were three daughters, but I ended up cutting one because it was getting a bit long.
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    Hi.
    I wanted to write a game about my thoughts but I failed, so I'm just going to post here.

    You're just idling one day and your phone buzzes. You instantly know it's your hacker crush who tells you to undress. So you do it because you do this type of thing, Wht take GRT and turn into a girl if you're not going to let your boyfriend control your free will and life as a professional hobby?

    The phone buzzes in giving you ideas and what to do and think about, has gone on for a year after you met hacker kid.

    Is actually serious, you're being brutally made into a cute house pet like that one time a syringe came in the mail and it made your balls disappear.

    All you have to do is text him to stop but you won't because you like being involved in a fanfic erotica story with free will taken away. Who wouldn't. Not Wht you became a girl but alright. That's later because someone got done micromanaging based on an erotica novel.

    "Wanna meet up?"
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    If you're reading this count me in
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    Oh
    Oh no…
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    No.24656 [Report]
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    Wait even if I slam it???
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    No.24658 [Report]
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    I wanted anal Slattery also…
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    No.23282 [Report] AS
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    Part 1

    “There’s our guest of honour!” Samantha’s dad grinned, finding his daughter stood in the corner of the garden, talking to her sister and sipping from a water bottle – the only refreshment that she was allowed. The naked fourteen year old sighed, having hoped for a few more minutes of respite. “Come and be sociable!” her dad urged. “Everyone wants to meet and congratulate you before…”

    “Before they eat me?” she rolled her eyes. Her twelve year old sister Becky giggled and Samantha shot her a harsh look. “Why can’t you just be honest about it? I’m food and I don’t get a choice about it. I might as well be a pig from market. Quit trying to pretend this is my party and I’m getting some great honour!”

    “Now, come on!” Her dad sighed, trying to his his irritation. “I though we’d been through this? It’s our family tradition! Has been for more than two hundred years. You really enjoyed eating your cousin last time, don’t you remember?”

    “Kinda,” Samantha sipped her water as defiantly as she could manage, “but I was, like, four years old. Let’s face it,” she glared at her dad, “this is an honour for you and mum, so everyone can say what a good job you did raising me to be so delicious and I just end up as other people’s shits!”

    “Be that as it may,” her dad replied firmly, “this is happening, young lady, and all these people here have come for a nice party and you’re not going to spoil it. Now for goodness sake, come over and be at least a little sociable!”

    “Or what?” She glared.

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    Where are more stories?
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    >>24544
    Haha you'll have to ask more creative people than me about that I'm afraid! I think I've given all I have to give.
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    >>24549
    Not right now, sorry! I'm not against writing again just don't have much inspiration for it.
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    I know what you mean Blake. I haven't done any more Cann art for mmonths. I am involved with doing some 2D gaming artwork for a friend but that's about it. Which forums do you normally visit. Sometimes helping out somebody else that's in a slump can get you back into a groove instead of a rut.
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    >>24650
    I read Pixiv sometimes, some stuff on Ao3 and Eka's portal :)
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    No.24206 [Report] AS
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    STANDARD DISCLAIMER: This story is fantasy. Anybody who would even think about doing what these fictional characters do in real life belongs behind bars, in a padded cell, or failing that, a shallow grave.

    Part 1: Vexation

    It was…vexing. That was probably the best word to use. A step above merely "annoying", but not really a threat to the overall success of the operation. A hit to the bottom line, of course, but they'd made sure to account for damages when they'd made their budget. They still stood to make a killing off this trip, especially if that "specialty buyer" turned out to be true to his word. Still, a waste.

    Captain Vorden sighed. A waste of money and good pussy.

    They'd set up camp three months ago, and it was just about time to pack up and leave. If the bitches had stayed put a few more days they'd have been aboard the transport where even the most brainless primitive would realize that escape attempts were utter lunacy. But no, some idiot had bragged to them that they'd be heading offworld soon (he'd already spent a somewhat cathartic thirty minutes yelling at the idiot in question), and the little redhead who'd been the ringleader of the whole mess had been too damned clever for her own good. She'd put two and two together and made her move. Five bitches had almost made it to the outer perimeter before they were caught again.

    And that was the problem. Their security was good, but it wasn't airtight. Their whole operation relied on fear to keep the merchandise in line. On the threat of their "sorcery" -there he allowed himself a brief chuckle at the expense of the superstitious primitives- and the very clear warnings about what would happen to anybody who tried to escape. By making the threats very threatening, they'd hoped to avoid having to damage the goods at all. Well, beyond what unavoidable damages they'd suffer during what his second-in-command Cal jokingly referred to as "Orientation".

    In any case, they didn't actually want to follow through on the threats, because each primitive they made an example of was another slave they wouldn't be able to sell. But now they had to, or the threat would be seen as empty and a largely manageable cargo would turn into a godawful mess. With that in mind, he figured that they'd have to make it good. A proper spectacle, something that'd stick with the bitches. He made his decision, and pushed the button on his desk's intercom terminal to summon Cal to his makeshift office.

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    Part 8: Nails And Regrets

    Flappy went first. Her guards marched her to a cross where they freed her arms and made her lie down on it, arms spread wide. Chief Engineer Sudo, a middle-aged man who was quite unusual among Vorden's crew for preferring the company of machinery to women advanced on her, magnetic nail-driver in hand and a calculating expression on his face. Flappy tried to crawl away, but the guards were having none of it, one of them sitting down on her naked chest to hold her down. Held like that, the guard's knees pinning her arms to the wood, she was unable to see what was happening to her left wrist, only hearing the gasps and muttered prayers of the watching slaves. And then…

    WHACK!

    They hadn't actually been able to find proper antique nails, but the 20-centimeter anchoring spike that drove through Flappy's wrist was close enough. It ripped apart skin and muscle, tore through ligaments and destroyed nerves as it firmly anchored her to the wooden crossbeam.
    The nailed bitch screamed. There was nothing even remotely human about that sound, just pure animal pain and fear forced out of her lungs in a wail that seemed to go on forever.

    A rattle of chains drew his attention to the other four. Red had dropped to her knees, the freckles on her face and little tits standing out sharply against skin gone so pale it was almost snow white as she hyperventilated in panic. Beachball had apparently fainted altogether and Yakuv hurried forward to put her back on her feet. And Ice…she was standing still as a statue, no emotions visible in her face. He zoomed in again. There was some moisture between her legs, but he wasn't sure if that wasn't just a leftover from his earlier fuck. Her nipples were still hard, and her labia flushed and engorged though, as they had been ever since the last walk had started.

    Another WHACK!, another wail as Flappy's right arm was nailed as well. The guard sitting on her tits stood up and her back immediately arched up as she sought to find some position that'd reduce the agony in her wrists a little. Her beautiful face was locked in a grimace of pain and sheer terror, and her almost-perfect body was writhing in ways that brought the blood rushing to the captain's cock…again, he mused. A guard removed the shackles from her feet but Sudo left them free for now, and Calpurnia commanded her eager servants to bring the next victim, chewing the scenery and obviously enjoying every moment of it.


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    Part 9: Ups And Downs

    Sudo's back blocked his view of her face as the second spike was driven home.
    He walked back to Calpurnia and the last two victims, anger boiling in his chest.
    Cal looked at him and he was surprised to see what looked very much like genuine worry in her eyes. It was that obvious, then?
    He shook himself out of his darkened mood. "It's fine", he told her.

    "There will be others," she said with a reassuring smile that for once lacked any predatory undertones.
    He nodded and turned his mind back to current events. He'd get drunk later, but now there was still work to be done.

    Beachball came to again just in time to feel the spike destroying her wrist. Yakuv had hit her with another stim shot and this time there was no merciful unconsciousness for her. Her earlier faint had turned out to be a good thing, Vorden thought, since there wouldn't have been any room for anybody to sit on her tits. They jiggled wildly as the tanned beauty thrashed around on her cross.

    And then it was Red's turn. Like Ice she tried to free herself, starting towards the cliff edge, but where Ice was powerfully built, Red's body was the kind that'd have trouble staying on the ground in a stiff breeze. All her efforts got her was laughter from the guards who had, if Vorden was any judge, given her that escape opportunity on purpose. He'd have a long, drawn-out chat about carelessness with them later. As Sudo advanced on her pinned form, Calpurnia strode forward as well, grin on her face and something he couldn't quite make out in her hand. She beckoned for him to follow and, idly wondering what she was cooking up now, he did.

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    This is excellent, looking forward to the rest
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    Part 10: Agony And Ecstasy

    Sure enough, half a dozen lawn chairs had been set up for them, facing the condemned as they struggled in vain. Kamal had picked up a girl from the general population, her chocolate skin and decorative scarring marking her as part of Scars' people. Her hands had been tied to her ankles, meaning the big ex-marine had probably carried her here himself. She moaned through a ring gag as he sat down and pulled her to his crotch.

    Calpurnia's slave had also gone to work pleasuring her mistress, and Vorden figured they probably had the right idea. Beckoning his own copper-skinned cunt to serve her master he leaned back to enjoy the show while she opened up his pants and started sucking him.
    "You know…", Cal said after a minute, "I really wonder…ooooh…which one's going to go…mhmm…first."
    Kamal stopped fucking his toy's throat for a moment, giving the black bitch a chance to catch her breath. "How about a bet?", he asked. "Let's make it like a Coryn race."
    "I'm in," Sudo said. He was the only one of their group who hadn't brought a toy, being apparently quite content with the cold beer in his hand. "Bet you a hundred cred that Scars is the first to croak."
    "Nah, we've got to do this right. I'll set up a proper betting pool, no way the boys aren't going to want in on that", Kamal said before ramming his cock back down his slave's throat.

    Vorden ordered the bedslave to slow down for a bit while he gave the matter some thought. Scars was thrashing around a lot, looking like she was trying to break free from the nails, and probably would exhaust her reserves quickly. Red had Cal's little gift to contend with in addition to everything else, which would definitely be a strain on her stamina, but she was also light enough to put less strain on her nails than the others would suffer. Particularly Beachball, he thought. By the looks of it, the tanned cunt was cursing her big tits already. She'd also had a double dose of Yakuv's stims, and he wondered how that would influence the outcome. Flappy had got started first, but only by a few minutes. And then his gaze fell on Ice…


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    this was well-written and hot as fuck
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    You walk into the room, drawn by Sarah's desperate cries for help. As your eyes meet her petite Asian figure, your gaze lingers on her cute face, pale skin, and dark hair. The sight of her dressed in white ankle socks, white panties hugging her hips, and a black crop top that accentuates her curves sends a wave of desire through you.

    Sarah's hair is trapped in the washing machine, and she looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. Her voice trembles as she begs for your assistance, her vulnerable state adding to the intensity of the moment.

    With a calculated pause, you continue to admire the enticing picture she presents. The soft fabric of her panties caresses her delicate skin, emphasizing her slender waist. As she tugs on her tangled hair, her body sways subtly, enhancing the curves that allure you. It's an erotic scene, and the desire in your eyes is unmistakable.

    Sarah's blush deepens, her cheeks tinged with a mixture of embarrassment and desire. She continues to plead for your assistance, her voice laced with a hint of desperation. As you examine her closely, you realize just how hopelessly stuck she is. Her struggles have left her tired and fatigued, evident in the glistening beads of sweat that adorn her forehead and the heaving of her chest.

    ——

    You step forward, closing the distance between you, drawn to the raw intensity of the moment. Sarah's petite form is displayed before you, her helplessness making her all the more irresistible.

    Your gaze trails down her body, taking in every curve, every inch of exposed skin. The white ankle socks hug her delicate feet, accentuating their dainty allure. The white panties cling to her hips, contrasting against her pale skin, and the black crop top hints at the supple flesh hidden beneath.

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    Typical! Carol and Anne Ross couldn’t even be expected to show up on time for a snuff party.

    Kelly Butler smashed a window and crawled into his old high school. Old Mister Cole’s science class looked almost as he left it five years ago, though the name tag on the desk read Ms. Condray; he would’ve been surprised if the old fossil was even still alive.

    If Kelly had his way they would’ve all died before midnight though he could only blame himself for that, setting the deadline at 12:10 in the morning. Brianna Lee, Leslie Marsh, and Mary Wood showed up AT midnight. Kevin almost expected the Ross twins to crawl in at 12:15; Kevin sat playing a game on his phone, legs propped up on the teacher’s desk, until nearly two in the morning, and they had yet to show.

    Brianna and Leslie shared a desk in the front row. Brianna, blonde curly hair and big tits under a thin strapless dress, took the seat. Lesia sat on the desk, long brown hair fluttering in the wind and nipples poking through a white shirt, leaned forward with her lips pressed against Brianna’s. Mary sat crisscrossed on the floor, short black hair nestled around a pale face. A black sweatshirt and sweatpants hugged her curvy hips and breasts. She yawned on repeat while using a sharpie to draw rude stick figures.

    The clock hit two and Kelly wondered if they should just get started. The girls who joined him went to this school the same as him, Anne and Carol never did. Maybe they couldn’t figure out the layout enough to find this room from the outside? Though it should’ve been easy to find the one with a broken window.

    And because of that broken window the room felt like a walkin freezer and Kelly felt like a popsicle in his cargo shorts and tank top. He would’ve tried to find something to cover the window if not for the fact that the fumes coming off the industrial-grade furnace he stole from Dad’s work would probably asphyxiate them all before they could have any real fun.

    Kelly opened his mouth to tell them to go ahead and start the party when there was a loud knock at the door.

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    It was a commission so I was limited on word count.

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    Yeah, I probably should've had it in her mouth, though I wasn't sure if a human could realistically keep their mouth open long enough to drink it all.
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    Fun > realism.
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    I don't agree with this as an absolute; how much "realism" constitutes "fun" is merely personal preference. If I wrote a story about a banana torturing another banana with hot fudge, you probably wouldn't masturbate to it, on account of it being beyond your personal "plausibility" tolerance. Even IF the bananas were super sexy.

    I just prefer this version for meeting my personal plausibility tolerance (whereas drinking molten iron would've been a miss for me, to be clear). Different strokes is all.

    I do agree that an extra sentence or two for the actual pourings themselves would not have been unappreciated. Really good story nonetheless! I'm a glutton for anything that moves away from the "asphyx/decap" standard for snuff stories, and this was certainly one I haven't read before.
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    Speaking about realism the definition of realism in the story is not about how well it matches our reality but how reasonable is the story.
    Of course when the purpose of the story is just to deliver fetish content It is hard to keep it reasonable and some plot holes or plain nonsense can be forgiven
    But it is still preferable to make the story worth reading even if you finished playing with your dick.

    In that aspect I think story is not that good It is ok for fetish content but there is no plot or any interesting jokes.


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    You should rather tell everyone that for you it is not
    "Fun > realism" but that you have realism phobia and need the story to be deliberately as idiotic, illogical and unbelievable as it can be so that you would not feel bad about it.

    Otherwise you can easily have both fun and realism and make great story which will be real fun to read and something to remember.
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    What happened to Kevin?
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    Athena lay spread out on the bed with a thick cock pounding her pussy when she learned the man on the other end cheated on her.

    The light flickered and the lightsaber notification sound buzzed. Jacob’s balls were slapping her thighs and she moaned ever louder. Athena, digging her fingernails deeper into the fabric of the sheets, wanted to ignore it for the moment. Let herself enjoy the moment before dealing with the rest of the world, she told herself. It wouldn’t be long, after all.

    The phone wouldn’t stop, firing off notification after notification. Her hand reached over to the nightstand and before realizing it she had the phone in her hand. A dozen notifications from Milly Tanner blew up her phone. Athena wondered what Milly could be texting her about and why she didn’t ask Jacob, but Jacob dropped his phone in the toilet earlier. She opened the message to tell her and she froze once her eyes darted to the first message.

    “Jacob in bed with my girlfriend,” it said, followed by “TELL HIM TO ANSWER HIS PHONE!” repeated a dozen times and three images.

    She started to process the images when another thrust sent her over the edge. Her phone tumbled as she raised her back and the growing pulses of her clenching womanhood pushed the alarming text message out of her mind. Jacob came moments later, the warmth of his semen filling her clenching pussy until it spilled out down her thighs.

    Athena crashed and pulled Jacob beside her. She pulled his hand over her breast and she started to close her eyes when the phone buzzed again.

    “Is it my sister, babe?” Jacob might as well have been talking from across a giant auditorium.

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    I found this on geocities and wanted to save it in case it was ever lost. Created by Honda-Matic.

    Part 1: The Toast

    Everyone was gathered around in the middle of the oval awaiting admiral Tabero to open the barrel for the toast. This was a very special occasion. After years of research and many disappointments, their scientists have finally developed the technology to travel at the speed of light. Everyone was very happy. At last the long lost secret of intergalactic travel has been re-discovered.

    Many thousand years ago, they had had that technology and had travelled the galaxy. They had discovered another planet very similar to their own and named it Terra. Unfortunately, at the same time, many rebellious groups had formed which disagreed with their way of life. They had fought fierce battles and during that civil war which lasted several centuries most of their technology was lost. Many were killed including their most prominent scientists. Thus they had been set back hundreds of years. It had taken them another hundred of years after the civil war until the rebels were completely crushed and order was restored. At the end they had prevailed. And now they were able to travel the galaxy again. Everyone was eager and hopeful that they would find their lost colony on Terra again. It was a beautiful blue planet with a single moon in a solar system, which had 9 planets. Their own planet was green with 2 moons. And only 6 other planets were orbiting their two suns.

    Admiral Tabero stepped forward and walked towards the DrinkMasterTM where Janice was eagerly waiting for him. She was wearing something resembling a nightgown but was completely naked underneath it. Her long blond hair was slightly moving from the light breeze. On his approach Janice opened the back of the DrinkMasterTM and he could see the over joyous smile on Janice’s face. She had fantasised of this occasion so many times before and masturbated to orgasm each time. But this time it was the real thing. She couldn’t believe her luck. She was very surprised when her name came up in the lottery. She had never imagined that she would be so lucky to have her name drawn, even in a local event. But to be part of a great event such as this one was even better than anything in her wildest imagination.

    He caressed her left breast and then slapped her ass softly. Then he opened the DrinkMasterTM’s hatch so that she could get in. He then gave her a long passionate kiss before directing her to kneel down. Once she stepped into the DrinkMasterTM she kneeled down onto the padded area within. She was now resting comfortably inside the DrinkMasterTM. There were cushioned pads in all the required places to make it as comfortable as possible for her. There were also two extra soft cushions for her to rest her tits on. Admiral Tabero fastened the shackles on her wrists and ankles so she couldn’t accidentally slip out of position. Secured in this fashion she excitedly waited for admiral Tabero to start. He positioned himself in front of her face and pulled out his enlarged member. She quickly took it into her mouth and sucked on it wildly until it turned rock hard. He then pulled it out of her mouth to her disappointment, but he repositioned himself directly behind her. Sensing him near her behind she trusts up her ass eagerly awaiting the next step and hoping it would provide her a longer satisfying pleasure than the last one. With one shove he drove his entire shaft to the hilt into her pussy. It felt good. She liked the way he rammed his cock into her. Very soon her heart was beating like crazy and she was groaning with pleasure as he was pumping his huge cock into her. Both now covered in sweat were nearing a huge orgasm. And then he came. He shot a huge load of cum deep inside her. She could feel the warm load of semen splash against the entrance of her cervix.

    Still out of breath and in a state of frenzy she totally forgot about the next step. It was time for the toast and people were thirsty. The warm voice of admiral Tabero reminded her of what she was here for. ‘Get ready’ she heard him whisper into her ear. She quickly glanced up and caught a glimpse of the shining blade on top of her and lowered her head in anticipation. The moment has finally come. Using his hand admiral Tabero brushed the now sweat-drenched hair from her neck to the left side of her head so that her neck was fully exposed. He then quickly tied her hair together and made a big knot at the end, which he attached to the hook dangling above her head.

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    “Now be a good old man and die. Do you want me to tell your villagers that you are a pervert and how you tried to feel me up? Just die and I won’t tell anyone.“

    The village elder tried to grab Gwen in anger but that only caused his wound to tear open more and he coughed up a lot of blood and collapsed. Gwen ran back to the group of Caukaroms crying and screaming hysterically.

    When the villagers followed her back and found the old man, he was already dead, clutching the pair of panties tightly between his fists. Having eliminated the troublemaker, there were no more problems. Sergeant Wilhelm was able to take control and lead them all back to the fortress with little trouble. There were only a few minor attacks by the Kanipu but overall they managed to get back to the fortress without any further major losses. Prince Gakidou and princess Leia had instructed their warriors to let the Caukarom get back into the fortress. They only attacked them a few times to make it less obvious that they intentionally let them escape.

    The Caukarom soldiers could not believe their eyes when they saw sergeant Wilhelm return with a whole large group of settlers. They had believed him slain like all the other Caukarom soldiers who went out for rescue missions. Sergeant Wilhelm was welcomed back like a hero by many of the Caukarom soldiers and the settlers were very happy as well to have made it to the safety of the fortress. There was a big celebration held to welcome the settlers to the fortress and sergeant Wilhelm was promoted to lieutenant for his brave efforts.

    Soon after their arrival in the fortress, Gertrude, Hilde and Gwen began to gather information about the fortress. They were able to send secret messages out to Fraser and give her detailed information on the layout of the defences inside the fortress and their weaknesses. Using the information provided by her spies, Fraser was able to set up a team of snipers and bazooka launchers that were able to directly target the hidden guard posts and take out those guards. Her team then constantly and precisely took out the hidden guards. They could tell whenever a replacement was posted and were able to take them out quickly because they knew exactly where the guard would be located. The moral of the Caukarom deteriorated quickly as more of them were killed. It happened all the time and no matter how they rotated their guards and their posts they still ended up dead.

    General Napo, however, was a smart man. He immediately suspected spies and began to interrogate all the newly arrived settlers. That did not make him very popular. In fact he got a lot of resentment from the settlers and even his own troops were questioning his tactics, but it was necessary to find the spies.

    The settlers were split up in small little groups and each group was interrogated in turn. Anyone who had any suspicious activities or could not provide a valid alibi was remained and brought to the dungeon for further interrogation. Those unfortunate enough to have come under suspicion were then tortured in the dungeons.

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    Part 6: The Kingdom of Snuffania

    After the conflict with the Caukarom, which brought the Hitokuya and the Kanipu closer together, the Onixians wanted to create a new society that shared the same principles and moral values that the Onixians believed in and lived by. They tried to find all the cultural similarities that everyone already shared and use those as the common ground for building a new society. The Onixians wanted to teach the natives the way of Onixian life and turn the planet into a second Onixia where cannibals could live happily and in peace.

    While they were investigating the traditions and common believes of the natives, they also worked on an important experiment. The purpose of the experiment was to investigate and try out how much effort it would take to turn reluctant slave girls into willing sex craving sluts. Princess Dana and many other girls selected from the Caukarom prisoners were chosen to be part of this experiment.

    After witnessing the humiliation and degradation of her parents, the king and the queen, and subsequent killing of her mother by her own father, princess Dana was taken to the slave training camp. She was put with a group of girls the same age as herself. Mistress Janet, also known as Ms Yariman by the Onixian children, was put in charge of training Dana’s group. The first night they were locked in a dark and windowless room. Dana could not see a thing inside the dark room. She didn’t know how many other girls were locked in there together with her. All she was aware of were some occasional whimpering coming from the other dark corners. Scared and hungry she huddled together like a scared little kitten and fell asleep. She knew her pampered life as a princess had come to an end. She was no princess anymore.

    The next morning they were all rudely awaken by someone screaming at them and hitting their legs with a whip. Dana had been dreaming of her former life as a princess. The pain caused by the whip and the noise quickly awoke her. All the other girls were whimpering when Mistress Janet hit them with the whip. Then the mistress barked a few commands that none of the girls understood. The girls only spoke Caukarom. The mistress was Onixian. Then she picked a girl and ripped off her clothes and pointed at her naked form. Then she started to hit the next girl until she started to strip. Mistress Janet continued along the rows of assembled girls until they were all naked. All the girls quickly complied because of the fear of the whip. However, Dana who had been brought up as a proud and noble princess was a bit more headstrong. She refused to comply and took several severe blows from the whip. Dana was reluctant to obey such a dehumanising act in front of all those other girls. She still had her pride. She was a born princess after all. It was her born right to be pampered and treated with utmost respect, not treated like a common whore.

    The next thing they had to do was the most disgusting thing Dana had ever seen. Mistress Janet had forced all the girls to kneel in a straight line with their heads facing upwards and their mouths wide open. Then she walked along the assembled line and pissed each girl in the mouth. The first girl spat the disgusting liquid back out and was brutally kicked in the guts. The second girl tried to swallow the yellow liquid but threw up after drinking some piss. The rest of the girls had similar experiences. They either spat the piss back out immediately with disgust and were kicked in the guts or they tried to swallow the disgusting liquid and threw up at the revolting taste. One girl, however, the one just before Dana called Sandra drank all the piss and was rewarded with a bowl full of fresh fruits. Next was Dana’s turn. She refused to open her mouth and was slapped around hard many times before she opened up and immediately spat out the disgusting liquid. She was kicked brutally just like the others who had refused to attempt drinking piss. When Mistress Janet had finished pissing on the girls she left and locked the door behind her. The girls were left locked in the room reeking of piss and puke. They all were hungry but there was no breakfast for them except for Sandra who had drunk piss and received a bowl of fruits in return. It was clear to the girls why Sandra received the fruits. She had drunk the disgusting piss.

    All the girls were appalled and kept their distance from the filthy girl. None wanted to have anything to do with a dirty piss drinking whore. Sandra silently ate her fruits. Nothing else happened until the late evening by which time all the girls were very hungry. Then Mistress Janet came again and made the girls line up like before with their mouth wide open ready to receive her golden juices.

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    The next round the red team attacked. The red Scorer was very quick. She raced across the large field with the quickness and awareness of a rabbit. The blue Defenders could not keep up with her and abandoned their attempt to catch her. Instead, they assembled near their goal and awaited the red Scorer to stop her there. The red Protectors had to do something to distract the blue Defenders, otherwise their Scorer, although she was lightning fast could not pass them. The two Protectors ran ahead of their Scorer to attack the blue defence first. They simultaneously raced towards the Defenders who were already prepared and waiting for them. Half of the Defenders had their spears mounted in their asses while the other half was keeping watch. They could not let those Protectors weaken their defence and allow the Scorer to pass.

    The blue Goal Keeper was very nervous and jumpy. She had to protect her goal and not let the Scorer into it. But the red team had cooked up a cunning plan. The two red Protectors were racing towards the blue Defenders followed closely by their own Scorer. She was only a few steps behind them. Suddenly when they were just about to engage the blue team, the red team suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Instead of ramming into the blue team’s Defenders and trying to disrupt their defence, they turned around and picked up the Scorer and threw her across over the Defender’s heads.

    The blue Defenders watched in surprise as the blue Scorer flew over their heads and then raced off towards their goal. They quickly tried to give chase to her but chances of catching up and stopping her were very slim. They tried it nevertheless. The blue Goal Keeper was trying to stop the quickly approaching red Scorer. Then the blue Goal Keeper rammed the red Scorer throwing her body against the Scorer and both collided mid air. The Goal Keeper had taken the Scorer’s knife right into the centre of her belly. She was done for but she tried to keep the Scorer pinned against her body for as long as possible. The Scorer was caught. She had trouble dislodging herself from the Goal Keeper who was pushing the dagger deeper into her own belly. She was dying slowly but still had the spirit to fight and was trying to delay the Scorer’s continual of the attack.

    Meanwhile the Defenders were able to catch up to the Scorer and attempted to ram her with their spears. The first spear missed her just by an inch because she was able to quickly slide to the other side but she was not able to avoid the three other spears that were thrust at her. She was only half a meter away from the goal, but they had her impaled and she was unable to move any further. If she had been further away, the Striker could had an easy swing to bring her head into the goal, but since she was inside the penalty zone which meant that she was too close to the goal, the Striker could not dispatch her. The Striker was not allowed to enter the penalty zone, which occupied quite a large area around the goal. The Scorer tried her best but she could not move forward. The Defenders had her pinned down.

    The two red Protectors were also hurrying to the goal. They had to help their Scorer get her head into the goal. There wasn’t much time left either. Only five minutes remained in the game. Both Protectors tried to ram the Defenders and hoped they would be able to push their Scorer a bit further in the process. All they needed were a mere half a meter. The two red Protectors rammed the blue Defenders with full speed. However, the Defenders were prepared. They had formed a double wall consisting of two rows of Protectors. This doubled up wall should be hard to break. The second row of Defenders was supporting the first row holding them steady. The first row was kneeling with their legs spread as wide as possible to get a good grounding. Their asses were trussed up with a spear each pointed at the direction the Protectors were approaching from. The second row of Defenders was positioned directly behind the first row. The soft bellies of the second row Defenders were pushed against the first row Defenders’ heads giving them support that way.

    The defence was ready and prepared and the two attacking red Protectors were on their way at high speed.

    The Protectors jumped into the wall of Defenders trying to crush them and break their wall. The first Defender caught a spear right in her right breast and it went in deep puncturing her lungs and piercing her armour to re-emerge on the other side. The second Protector was much luckier. She had caught a spear right in her guts but the force at which she impacted with the spear pushed it all the way back into the Defender’s body and the other end exited from the Defender’s mouth and went straight into the Defender behind her as well. Both were impaled on the spear. The second Protector was able to pull herself off the spear in her belly and leap forward towards her Scorer. The other Defenders tried to stop her but she managed to fall just behind the Scorer and her force pushed her a bit further towards the goal. The Scorer’s head was now only an inch away from the line that marked the goal. Just one tiny little inch further. A Defender threw herself on top of the Scorer and broke her spinal bone, which ensured that she could not move anymore. The Scorer was paralysed. But the red Protector did not give up. She took her knife and began to cut into the Scorer’s neck and hurriedly tried to saw off her head. The remaining Defender meanwhile had mounted her spear between her breasts, with those two huge mammary muscles holding the spear tightly gripped between them. Then she jumped onto the Protector’s chest. Her spear sank into the Protector’s heart. She convulsed violently and immediately she was dead. Her violent movements caused the Scorer’s head to drop off and it rolled forward. That was it. The head had passed the line marking the goal just in the nick of time before the playing time was over. The red team had scored and won the game.

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    Part 7: The Rescue

    One glorious morning, the long awaited finally happened. The Dolcett III showed up in the sky. The Onixians were over joyous. Finally the Dolcett III had arrived and they would be rescued. All the Onixians assembled near a clearing anxiously awaiting the arrival of their rescuers. The Snuffanians also send their representatives to welcome them.

    Everyone watched with great anticipation as a small shuttlecraft descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the clearing. The Onixians were all cheerful whereas the Snuffanians were more fearful and all went on their knees and prayed in worship to the monstrous beast that had come from the sky to visit them.

    The shuttlecraft wasn’t very big; it probably could only hold a maximum of a dozen people. When it landed it pulverised the rocks on the surface it landed on and produced a lot of steam and smoke. Then suddenly after all the lights stopped flashing, a huge section of the craft began to disappear and created an opening. From there the figure of a goddess appeared and descended down to the ground without moving her legs. She stood there motionlessly and triumphantly as she slowly descended the escalators.

    When she arrived and stepped onto the soil, captain Fraser greeted her. They both hugged. The goddess-like female was Captain Teta Inanna, the captain of the Dolcett III. She was tall and had long black hair that flew in the wind. After the preliminary introductions between the two captains were made captain Inanna then formally handed the command of the Dolcett III over to captain Fraser who immediately took charge of the ship. Fraser in turn presented her to the Snuffanians and told them that she was her sister goddess Inanna and that she expected they would treat her sister just like they have treated her. The former Hitokuya immediately recognised her to be their long lost goddess of fertility, love and war. Inanna was the actual name of their goddess and they gave her a very warm welcome. Five of their prettiest women slit their own throats to provide Inanna with their blood for her cleansing bath.

    They took Inanna to a tent with an empty wooden barrel. Then the first women knelt over the barrel and stretched her throat out so that it was above the barrel. Another woman handed her a dagger and she then slowly slit her own throat and let her blood spill into the barrel. The next woman then took the knife off her and knelt over the barrel as well with her throat stretched out just right over the barrel. Then she also slit her own throat. The third woman waited a short moment so that there was some time for the blood in the two dead women to flow into the barrel. Then she carefully pushed them aside and took up position as well kneeling straight in front of the barrel with her throat bared ready to give her contribution.

    Captain Inanna watched with interest as the third woman slit her throat also and massive amounts of her blood began to spill into the wooden barrel. Then two more women appeared. They bowed deeply to Inanna and then began their task. Moving the third woman aside they both claimed their spots at the barrel next to each other. Then taking the blood stained dagger from the third woman’s palm the elder of the two women took the knife and placed the sharp blade at her own throat. Then she looked sideways and stared at her younger sister for a short moment before she cut her own throat. The younger of the woman watched with wide-open eyes as her sister slit her own throat. With great excitement she took the knife off her dead sister and got ready to snuff herself as well. Her pussy was already drenched wet when she had the knife at her own throat. She breathed slowly and heavily with great excitement. Then she orgasmed as she slowly slit her own throat. When all were dead and the wooden barrel was filled with fresh blood, two priestesses came in to help Inanna undress and take her bath.

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    Part 8: Alien Encounter

    “Captain Fraser, we’ve discovered an alien spaceship floating towards us on our starboard.”

    “Is it armed?” Fraser inquired.

    “It seems to be heavily damaged, I don’t think that any of its weapons are functional. They seem to be drifting powerlessly.”

    “Could it be a trap? Are the damages real or could they have been self inflicted as a decoy?”

    “I believe not. From the looks of it, the damages have been caused a long time ago and they are way too extensive. My evaluation is that they are real damages.”

    “Well, let’s hail them.”

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    This piece is a bit experimental.
    Tags: cooking, cannibalism, monster girls

    Adventurer's monster girl cookbook
    If you are reading my notes, I congratulate you on your exquisite taste. I was an adventurer for over a decade now and I want to share my professional secrets with you. Did you know what many monsters that you meet in a wild are actually edible? And some of them will willingly hop on your plate? And it's not just one kind of hunger that those creatures can satisfy.

    Female minotaur is closest thing to a beef you can find in a wild. Sturdy and mighty, they likely to attack you if you come too close, so acquiring a carcass of one will be a difficult task. Thanks to my comrades, Braur the barbarian and wizard Natalie, we managed to bait this ferocious beast to ram her horns into a tree getting them stuck. After this chopping her head off was not at all difficult for Braur's greataxe. I recommend strongly against engaging in sex with living minotauress because her voice can attract male minotaur, witch will surely attack you on sight. Processing isn't much different from a cow. Their well-endowed breast contain rich milk wich you definitely should not ignore. Her ribs are perfect for barbeque. Serve with tomato sauce and vegetables.

    If you don't feel for a beef today, a harpy is a great substitute for a bird. They build their nests on mountain peaks, but rarely you can find them at the foot of the mountain. Unfertilized eggs are a good enough snack, though rather bland, but breasts and wings are what we looking for. Did you know that harpy can lift a halfling? I learned when one sweeped me right in front of my comrades. I thought that I'll become food for her hatchlings, but apperently this one was seeking for a partner. Her pussy was nice and tight, but the claw marks made naive Natalie think I was in a fight to the death when she found me. Besides that, her soft feathers playfully tickles your body and her high stamina allows fun to continue for a long time. To kill harpy I quickly snapped her fragile neck while she rested. Her body will thrash around for a while, so be sure to hold it down until it calms. The best parts of harpy are thighs and chest. Slightly salty, it will remind you of a homegrown chicken once you will pluck her feathers, marinade her in garlic and olive oil and roast her on open fire. Of course, don't forget vegetables.

    What vegetables? I'm glad you asked. Dryads are a kind of nymphs living in forests. They are shy and easily scared, but if you manage to get close to one, they can be as lewd as any other nymph. Their hair smelled like freshly cut grass. Try to be not too rough with them, and if you manage to satisfy her she might agree to becoming your dinner. Once we found Natalie bound with vines and roots in comprimising position as dryad's partner. This particularly horny specimen tormented our wizard in various positions, but she managed to keep up until our arrival. As apology (or continuation?) she agreed to be cooked. It's all the way of the nature, you see. As Natalie later said, dryad's juices taste like sweet viscous sap. Conserning other kind of taste, you can chop her up in pieces and roast on a big enough pan. Alternative way to cook a dryad is to boil her in a pot along with actual meat. That way you will get a delicious soup. Her tender flesh reminded me of broccoli or asparagus. Even what supposed to be bones becomes soft enough to chew on.

    Another vegetarian friendly candidate are mushrooms. Warning: only rare brown or yellow-capped mushroom girls are edible! Many other kinds of mushrooms are poisonous. Please consult druid or ranger to know if the once you found will or won't send you on a visit to your dissapointed ancestors. Small, awkward and clumsy, those creatures sprouting from ground in groups and look like young girls with mushroom caps on their heads. They might look agressive, but in actuality they just spread their spores. If you found non-poisonous mushroom girls, let them swarm you and enjoy. Their pussies have feathery texture just like their caps, wich stimulates your member like nothing would. Shrooms take turns riding you, nuzzling and cuddling with each other when waiting. It appears that they have some kind of conjoined minds, so if you please one, another will also be predisposed to you. Try not to choke on spores in the air and you will have a great time. When all girls are satisfied, you can attempt to cook them. Boil, roast on pan, alone or with other ingredients. When given freedom of movement, they will caress each other in an orgy. Don't pass this opportunity - it's a sight to behold.

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    Going to watch for possible additions out of interest? Particularly hoping for exotics, like say lamia, centauress, slime, and maybe a big futa dragoness.
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    Yea, possibly
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    It seems the AI does well with Sonic based snuff.

    What if it got a prompt of "Write a story where Rouge the Bat is caught by a crime lord she was spying on and as a punishment forced to star in a snuff film where she's brutally raped and killed while recorded by many cameras from many angles"

    I am curious how it would handle the idea of a brutal murder but not be told how to kill her, what would the AI choose?
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    Fuck, wrong board, sorry
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    Does anyone here do commissions for stories?
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