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    (Title a play on the title of Chopped, a food network show, the rules may explain things)

    Here you post a character you wish others to snuff using the "Key Items" you also mention. (There should be 4-5 key items)

    1. Don't mention a method
    2. The one replying can use other items although the key items should be the focus
    3. Any previous post is fair game as long as you reply to one of them before posting a new target. (The only exception is if the last target was posted at least a month ago)

    Format is

    Name:
    Where they're from:
    Key Items:

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    No.24914 [Edit] [Report]
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    Intended this fixed version to be on RP… Fuck
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    No.23544 [Edit] [Report] AS
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    Please share your stories as well
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    Paul's colleague, Geoff, told him he was taking his wife away for a
    romantic weekend. He said he thought that now his eldest daughter, Cassie,
    was a teenager, she was able to look after her little sister, Debbie. Paul
    was not a risk taker. In the office he was perhaps the dullest, most
    reliable man. But Paul was also a man who diligently plans ahead.

    Geoff had a photograph of his lovely daughters, Cassie and Debbie on his
    desk in the office. Paul had admired it greatly. Two little, blonde
    poppets, all smiles and innocence and so very pretty. Just his type. He
    had on a whim made soft clay pressings of Geoff's door keys. It was a

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    Island Ambush
    Captain Grace Hawkins cleared a strand of her blonde hair away from her face as she looked back at distant Euroland coast. As soon as she had cleared it a gust of sea wind whipped it back into her face and she again pushed out of her face. Grace sat in the back of the open bridge of a ECG (Euroland Coast Guard) small patrol craft. It was her first time on the small light and fast patrol boat since her academy days so she was not use to the wind and speed yet and sat gripping the arm rest of the command seat and holding on to her cover (naval officer’s cap) as the patrol boat jumped up and down the waves. This was on her first tour with the Euroland Coast Guard as a captain. Grace had been a lieutenant commander aboard an ECG Cutter for two years before she got her commission as captain and then was reassigned to the small craft division. It was her first day in the division and she had spent the morning touring the base and was now with Ensign Rosa Peterson the craft commander of PB09 (Patrol Boat 09). Peterson had offered to show Grace around the PB09’s patrol sector and Grace accepted curious in seeing and riding on the high speed patrol boats. So far the trip was bumpy and uneventful however the sights of small islands that surrounded the Euroland coast were marvelous. Grace had second thoughts after finding out it was just Peterson and her on this trip, the enlisted crew of PB09 had PT drills (Physical Training) at the time they had cast off and were unavailable to crew the patrol boat. Peterson assured Grace that she could handle the boat on her own and that it was just a tour not an actual patrol. Thus far Peterson had been right, she could handle the boat fine and Grace was enjoying the sea breeze and scenery.

    Grace looked forward at the helm where Ensign Peterson was piloting the boat, what a fine officer Grace thought. Like Grace and all Euroland women Peterson had bright blonde hair that was tucked under a blue ECG officer’s cap. Peterson wore her khaki officer’s duty uniform which consisted of matching khaki buttoned down shirt and trousers, the buttoned down shirt included black and blue shoulder tabs which identified her as an Ensign. Peterson gold belt buckle and combat boots were nicely polished as well. On top of being a fine officer Ensign Rosa Peterson was also a well dressed one, Grace made a note of this. She would surely pick Peterson to become a member within her personal staff.

    Ensign Rosa Peterson looked back and called out to Captain Hawkins over the wind. “Ma’am we’re coming to the end of the patrol sector I am going to pull hard to starboard in ten mikes and we’ll head back in!”

    Grace acknowledges back with a nod and a “Very well.” That was muted by the wind and the sea.

    “I hope the tour was well for you ma’am as it was for me!” Peterson yelled back.


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    TOO MANY DEAD GIRLS!!!
    2021-08-30 by Skeebo
    I'd just spent the last few months contracting for the Russian mob, so this last job was supposed to be a vacation by comparison. All I had to do was kill a nice, sweet college girl. Eva was her name. The file included a picture. She was beautiful, maybe 22, with luminous blue eyes and a thick shock of brown hair. I could tell that she'd be fun to kill.

    By the time I'd picked the lock on her apartment door, I was already spending the contract money in my head. I could hear someone humming an asinine pop song in the back as I crept through the halls. The thick carpet silenced my footfalls perfectly. This was almost too easy. I rounded a corner and peered through the doorway. A feminine figure stood in the bedroom with her back toward me. It looked like she was in the middle of changing.

    Eva was more tan and fit than she looked in her picture. The black bra and panties she wore did nothing to hide her athletic physique. She was still humming to herself as she leaned down, pushing a lock of thick brown hair over one ear as she smoothed a dress out on the bed. Her ass looked good enough to eat. When I'd crept up behind her, I allowed my crotch to bump against her firm, ripe buttocks.

    You have to keep things fresh when you've been in this business as long as I have.


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    No.24820 [Edit] [Report] AS
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    Hai, I'm that one anon who write a thread on /dis/ asking for writing advice and I thought I could shared an attempt to write a story earlier with an idea kitbashed together.

    A story about a scientist woman who accidentally ate a contagious flesh melting substance and now stuck on the subway. Not sure what to expect but here you go.

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    The sound of subway echoing in the station as people gets in and out during the massive rush hours.

    Barely able to fit into the train cabin like tunas in a can. An amber haired female scientist is trying her best to stay upright holding onto the ceiling handle. Feeling mild nausea as the her stomach swaying to the momentum of the train. Trying her best to keep her dizziness at bay knowing that her intended destination was a couple stations away, maybe she could get some fresh air after all the cramp space and all the smell she has to endure…

    …The smell of sweat from people around her…
    …bad breaths breathing in her direction…
    …The smell of flatulence as if someone just broke wind right behind her…

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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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    =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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    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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    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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    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 [Edit] [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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    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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    Wait even if I slam it???
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    I wanted anal Slattery also…
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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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    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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    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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    I read Pixiv sometimes, some stuff on Ao3 and Eka's portal :)
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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…

    He'd been trying to avoid looking at her, he realized and silently cursed himself for his weakness.

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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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    >>24627
    It was a commission so I was limited on word count.

    >>24623
    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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    >>24629
    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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