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    As per Edward Hyde's request, I'm separately posting this story apart from his current series of sordid little tales.
    This story is the custom written story as his reward for winning Edward's Sidney Roebuck fan-art competition held back in August.
    I hope you all thoroughly enjoy it. And, as always, please let us know what you think of it. Have fun. :)
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    AUTHOR’S NOTE

    This story was written for the very talented 3DG artist Onix whose work many of you will no doubt be familiar with as a prize for winning my fan-art contest to celebrate the day when, in the alternate timeline of my stories, Sidney Roebuck finally got her wish and was slaughtered for her meat! Since the promised prize story was to be personalised, Onix requested a story about a shy boy who is teased by the meat-girls before picking one for dinner! The story you are about to read grew from that prompt and also attempts to incorporate certain tropes from Onix’s own picture stories. The character of Becky is inspired by a recurring character from his stories who some of you may recognise! I had a lot of fun writing this one and it certainly turned out longer than I had intended! It also involved a couple of fun new characters who will be appearing in their own sequels in due course!


    THE PRIZE
    By
    EDWARD HYDE


    CHAPTER ONE

    “Hello and welcome to Sidney’s!” the tall lady in the smart suit beamed as Ollie and his family entered the lobby. “I’m Madeline, the manager of this branch, and this is out very own Sidney!”

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    CHAPTER FOUR

    With the performance of Melony’s butchering over and a little time left to explore before the manager came to collect them, the quartet of youngsters began to look around the rest of the kitchen. Tiffany had been given a basic tour earlier in the day, before opening, so that she would know her way around and be able to answer basic questions about the equipment and procedures, she had not really comprehended just how many girls there would be in various stages of preparation on what was after all a relatively quiet early evening.

    When she had been shown around, the only meat had been butchered cuts in the refrigerators and walk-in freezer, with the possible exception of the breasts, pretty much impossible to tell apart from any other kind of butchered meat. But now the kitchen was bustling with the white-uniformed chefs and cooks, the kitchen assistants in their black polo shirts and dozens upon dozens of naked little and teen girls being led around or penned in waiting areas.

    Although she had memorised a lot of the information and was ready to make a valiant effort at answering any questions that may arise, Tiffany found, as she had expected, that Ollie and his sister were pretty happy just to wander around and look at what was going on – now that the kitchen was up and running, there was really very little that was not self-explanatory. Although enjoying watching the younger children, it was Becky that she was most interested to keep sneaking glances at, wondering if the meat-girl would be getting off seeing other girls prepped and cooked or whether she’d be too distracted by the thought of her own imminent date with the wok to pay much attention. It seemed, however, that the attractive brunette was every bit as fascinated by the goings on in the busy Sidney’s kitchen as the sweet brother and sister who were on the official tour.

    The ovens, set a little way up the wall rather than on the floor, seemed especially fascinating to Lucy. She peered in at the roasting girls inside, some of whom were tied on their backs like huge turkeys, others sort of crouched with their chins on folded arms and meaty rumps sticking up while others seemed to have their backs arched backwards with their legs folded beneath them and their arms fixed behind their backs.

    “What’s going on with her?” she asked, pointing to an oven in which a girl of about eight, slim and athletic with a completely flat-chest apart from her perky pink nipples, had apparently just been put in to roast. Her buttered skin was barely pink, compared to the golden brown of the girls who were closer to being ready to serve, and her brow beaded with sweat while she breathed heavily, her lungs struggling to find enough oxygen in the hot air of the glowing oven.

    “Ah!” grinned Tiffany, happy to be able to share a little of her knowledge, “That’s a roasting frame! It’s good for helping girls to cook evenly, but you have to be pretty flexible!” she added with a giggle. “It’s often used for younger and smaller girls.”

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    CHAPTER SIX

    The room where the staff had their lockers and got changed before and after their shifts if they needed to was actually the same one Tiffany had taken Ollie and Lucy to one their tour where they had met the dance troupe and learned the secrets of the mermaids. Since there was so much nudity to be seen on a daily basis at Sidney’s, the staff tended to become a little desensitised to seeing each other in their underwear and if one of them decided to take a shower and a co-worker should walk in, well that was just part of life in the girl-meat restaurant. It had been decided very early on in the planning process that there was no need for single-sex locker rooms and indeed most employees of either sex showed up ready to work and left in their uniforms, only really using the lockers to stash their coats, phones and other personal belongings.

    When Tiffany arrived there, it was empty. The mermaids were already taken to their tank and Maria and her friends were likely back stage in their rehearsal room waiting to go out in front of the diners and give their performance. In Maria’s case it would be, of course, be her last. She gasped when she saw the clothes that had been left for her. It was a very elegant red dress with a pair of thin black tights and shiny black shoes with a two-inch heel! She couldn’t help but wonder about the meat-girl who had arrived such fancy clothes! Perhaps it was her birthday or something? Or the meal was a surprise for her partner as part of a date? Either way, it was clear that the owner of these clothes had no use for them any more and that was good news for Tiffany.

    The large, sturdy cardboard box that the hat and boots had been in was still on top of the lockers where she had left it so she took it down and set it on a bench then sat down beside it and pulled off the boots which were a fairly good fit but still pinched. Under these she was wearing white sports socks which felt a great relief to take off. Sighing with contentment, she stretched out her legs and wiggled her toes, wondering for a second if she could get away with wearing her comfy sneakers instead of the dress shoes but deciding quickly that making a good impression and looking her best was worth a couple more hours of not so comfortable feet. After all, she reasoned, she could always kick them off under the table during the meal if she needed to.

    Part of her Sidney costume had been an all-over coating of baby oil to give her skin a bit of a shimmer but it did feel a little sticky still, stopping her from feeling entirely comfortable. Plus the dress she had been loaned was so lovely and expensive-looking that she didn’t want to risk ruining it with the oily residue on her skin. After all, it was basically lost property now and the rightful owner was in no position to claim it back so there was a fair chance, she hoped, that she would be allowed to keep it! There was also the question of her hair that had been professionally styled into curls like Sidney’s but this required a lot of hairspray making it feel stiff and unnatural, not to mention how itchy it was starting to make her scalp. All things considered, she decided that a quick shower before getting dressed would be a very good idea!

    Like the rest of the changing room, the shower was unisex and communal. Shampoo and shower gel dispensers around the walls made taking in your own bottles unnecessary and some employees liked to take advantage of this perk available to them to save on bills at home, especially the younger waiters, waitresses and kitchen assistants. First of all, Tiffany focussed on washing the mousse and spray out of her hair, feeling it return to its natural fairly straight condition.

    It was something of an open secret that Sidney’s famous look had been just as fake on her as it was on Tiffany. In the decades following her death, various personal photographs and video clips had been released through official marketing channels, not to mention leaked by other sources, showing Sidney Roebuck in her every-day life looking almost unrecognisable as the famous mascot that most people thought of when they heard the name. In fact, it seemed she had been quite the tom-boy and was far more at home in blue jeans and hockey jerseys than anything remotely “girly”. This had meant that, despite become arguably the most famous girl in the world, at least for the last eighteen months or so of her life, she had been able to continue enjoying trips to the cinema, mall or theme parks unrecognised.

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    Suddenly, Maria felt a pop inside her, the feeling of something breaking like an elastic band stretched too far and time resumed its normal progression as the spit suddenly shot forward! It was deep inside her now, making its way through her abdominal cavity and approaching her chest. There could be no turning back now, although she had not entertained the thought of doing so for even a second. She was torn open inside, haemorrhaging internally, the spit doing more and more damage to her insides with every inch that it progressed. Even if they pulled the spit out of her, she was already a dead girl, it was only a matter of time.

    The spit was passing her heart and lungs now. This, Maria knew, was the most dangerous part of the process and she was grateful for her strong friends holding her firmly in place, preventing her body’s hard-wired urge to fight for her survival. The spit must pass behind her organs for the live spitting to be successful. If it pierced her heart she would be dead in seconds, and puncturing her lung would cause a slightly slower but far more miserable death and she would not survive long enough to be put over the artificial coals, coughing up blood around her spit the whole time. Closing her eyes to help focus, Maria did her best to regulate her breathing, trying to keep her breaths shallow and even as she felt her heart pounding rapidly against the padded bench.

    The spit continued to move up inside her, deeper and deeper, until Maria felt the tip scratching her throat from the inside. She coughed involuntarily, expecting the assistants to keep pushing it all the way out of her mouth, but instead they stopped and began once more, very slowly and carefully with the uneven weight of the spit well supported, to turn her. The four girls holding her down moved with her, not for a moment taking off their hands or reducing the pressure, and she wondered if they were going to turn her all the way around once more so that she would be facing the audience when the spit erupted but instead they stopped when she was turned half way, face towards the cooking area and the empty roasting pit that was waiting for her, and she realised it was so that they could see both ends at once and enjoy the spectacle as a spit pushed from one end emerged from the other. It was almost like an old-fashioned conjuring trick, although there was no illusion involved!

    With the spitting bench turned so that the audience could see the full length of her body and the spit on which it was impaled, Maria felt the pressure behind her throat begin to build as the assistants resumed their pushing. She coughed once more and the girls holding down her shoulders applied a little more pressure. The wall of her throat was nowhere near as stretchy as her uterus but thicker and from her pussy, all the way up through her toned young body, she could feel the spit rotated as it was pushed to ease its passage. This made the sensation of feeling it inside her even more intense and she shuddered on orgasm and, as she gave one more powerful cough, the spit successfully bored its way through the back of her throat and out through her mouth, forcing her jaw open wide and scraping against her teeth as it emerged to that rapturous applause of the audience. The whole ordeal had lasted little more than twenty seconds which, to Maria, held felt like an eternity but now it was done. She was not a dancer any more, not a young girl with hopes, dreams, friends and hobbies, she was meat. Skewered on a spit and ready to cook! Now that the spitting was complete, the four girls who had held her down let go and quickly set to work removing the remaining parts of her costume – the visor, boots and socks. Maria cooperated as best she could although every attempt at movement sent another shudder of overwhelming sensation, greater and more intense than either pleasure or pain, through her body around the spit.

    Once the meat-girl was entirely stripped, one of the assistants slid the anal stabiliser, mounted on its lockable ring, onto the end of the pole and slid it up towards Maria’s round and meaty rump. Obligingly, two of the girls pulled her cheeks apart, exposing and slightly opening her perfectly clean little ass hole which was even tighter than her pre-teen cunt and he pushed the eight inch rod inside, causing Maria to shudder even more violently and moan around the spit. Then, to the obvious delight of the audience, the entire dance group joined in coating Maria in soft butter from face to toe, swarming around her and treating the audience to a great show of cute, wiggling backsides as they did so. Finally, when she was fully buttered in all but the places rendered inaccessible by the bench, the cuffs were slid on to secure her wrists and ankles then the assistants turned the bench in a full circle, showing her off from every angle, then hoisted the spit up onto their shoulders, allowing some of the dancers to scamper under their impaled friend and finish the job. Her prep finally complete, Maria was carried slowly and carefully down the steps at the side of the stage, into the cooking area and locked into the mounts over the roasting pit where she started to slowly turn.
    CHAPTER NINE

    “She looks so pretty, doesn’t she?” Lucy sighed wistfully watching Maria on her spit while, following their tradition, the rest of the dancers waved and blew kisses towards their roasting friend before turning to the audience and giving another bow before filing off the stage, leaving the diners to resume their meals and the normal operation of the restaurant to continue.


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    Wow that was a feast in every sense! So glad the rest of us got to share Onix's reward :D
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    I will continue the story if people are interested, I just wanted to post and hopefully get motivated to keep writing it
    Mark looked at the note that had been left in his dorm room his first day of college. He had hardly arrived on campus, he certainly hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he had been asked to come to student services, basically the guidance counselor from high school.

    Was it about that femboy he had killed? There had been no screaming or public nuisance, although he supposed he had been lazy and leaving the body next to one of the buildings instead of one of the proper disposal options could be considered littering.

    He shrugged and knocked on the door. Homeless femboys were uncommon, they were cute and useful, they usually had a home, but what was he supposed to do? Dorm policy clearly stated no pets.

    When he got a response, Mark pushed the door open and stepped inside. There was a desk, where a woman in a suit sat going through papers. Kneeling patiently by her side was an adorable femboy. His ‘dingle’ was tiny, and his balls had been removed, and his chest sported tiny budding boobs from the estrogen that government and corporate owned femboys were usually fed in pill form at meals. His curly hair fell nearly to the shoulders and tasteful makeup accentuated beautiful big eyes and plump, soft, dick sucking lips. Actual girls may have become quite rare over the years, but through the miracles of science, many thought femboys had become even prettier.

    It helped that they had about as many rights and legal protections as a piece of furniture.

    The woman smiled “Good morning Mark, thank you for coming early, I have a full day to keep ahead of.” He took the seat she indicated. “Welcome to Hill University. Have you found everything okay?”


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    fuck that formatted badly, I apologize. This site is no Microsoft word. :P I'll keep it in mind next time
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    Oh I see it now, makes sense. I assumed that this femboy is exactly just a description like "some abandoned boy who just looks cute feminine" not a specific class of people like slaves.

    Although considering word use it is still not good to repeat same world too many times if some synonym can be used. But looks like because of the lack of more detailed character description it can't be done much better so it is fine.
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    Excited for more, I’ve had a setting kinda like this stuck in my head forever. Curious where you’ll go with the story and setting from here, I can’t help getting stuck on background details in my own fantasies and ended up fleshing out a whole bunch of tech and infrastructure for mass producing cheap and disposable clone-replicant-synth-whatever fuckdolls, and then came up with different brands and product lines. Really got into the contrasts between super high-end designer boitoys custom tailored to owners’ desires vs pieces of cheap generic fuckmeat grafted together from vat grown parts, and how despite all the differences they’d end up in the same dumpster after being ruined on a whim and disposed of.
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    This is soooo adorable!! Plus it's not often I see gay stuff on GC.
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    >>16529
    Yea, this one in particular got me going enough that if the author doesn’t continue it I may try doing something with this concept
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    This is a story i had found and modified almost 5 years ago. I found it again and i am reposting it. For those that remember, I currently have no intention on writing "Tails".

    Heads

    (loli, shota, hanging, cons)


    "Please, can I hang you ?", said 12 year old Johnny to his best friend.

    Jenny, being 12 herself, looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean like, all the way?"

    "Well yes, I was told girls die very nicely when hanged." He said.


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    Good to see it again.
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    >>16507
    Oh yeah I remember this one from back in the day.
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    For Fans of Sarahs epic life, here is a story set in the same universe about a woman named Laura, I intend to work on both stories with my husband, but this one is more of a me kind of thing, here is an excerpt from the story.

    It will deal with Scat, NC, Pedo and Torture, and Possibly Severe Snuff. It is much more scat and personal focused. Unlike the relationship between Sarah and Liz, the one between Laura and Tina is non consentual and extreme.

    Notice*, while I was comfortable including a scene or two of underage victims in Sarahs epic life without any further disclaimer as few people are batshit insane enough to do what they do, the special nature of this story deserves one more.

    1. Real Life Child Abuse deserves the death penalty, I do not believe in any consentual relations between an adult and child, if you will notice I refrain from including much intimate detail about the parts of the kids described in this work, as I still think one can be entertained by the idea of a mother fucking her daughter in literature, but one should still be biologically attracted to someone ones own age or post maturity in real life.

    2. Children are our future, and we were all children once, they deserve hope, happiness and time away from the struggles and pains that adults have, leave them innocent and if you are underage, get the fuck off of this forum and think about what your doing to your parents.

    3. Despite my heavy anti religious bias in my stories, no one should ever think that it isn't impossible for there to be a higher power. While my husband is Athiest,Ive seen some shit but I still believe in science as its blatently obvious.

    4. And most centric to my stories, the world we trying to protray is one where Evil is viewed as Good and vice versa, this story simply exists to entertain our darkest desires and to push past the literary glass wall when it comes to what limits that we can write about, I'd be lying if I didnt use my vibe as I wrote this, as I did, and I do want my readers to get off to my work, but for the sake of humanity, love and help those around you in the real world. I hope that my readers are attracted to Laura and her body, and her "evilness" but not Tina, its hard to explain but, just a hope. I'm writing stuff more against my personal beliefs in this work than I ever have before. I hope that the extreme sex that my and my husbands books protray is what is enthralling, the diving into dispair and laughter at our own mortality, the brief moments when we forget the humanity of others. But never forget, we are all human, and we all only live once.

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    nice story, please continue!!
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    One week later...

    Lauras heart skipped a beat as she swerved to avoid hitting a pedestrian, causing her to drop her phone into the floorboard of her car and nearly crash into the median.

    Laura cursed at herself silently and fumbled around for her phone in the floorboard, before she felt it brush against the tips of her fingers, after pulling off of the side of the road, Laura managed to grab ahold of it, only for her to sigh with disdain as she noticed her Iphones now cracked screen.

    "Fucking idiot* she cursed at herself as she resumed browsing the strapon collection on adamandlilith.com She had been beyond horny for most of the day and couldn't keep from feeling an almost child like joy in what she had planned for this evening. It had been a week since she had started using her new sextoy and the groceries in the house set aside for tina were nearly gone. Tina hadn't eaten in two days escept for corn and beans for lunch. Today her food was going to run out.

    The security locks that Laura had placed on the food pantries at home for herself were nigh unbreakable, though it was unlikely that tina would leave the bedroom where she was confined due to the shock collar, there were always possibilities.

    Laura had decided that tonight was going to be a trial run for if Tina was hungry enough to accept the generosity that Lauras ass wanted to provide to the living toilet. Laura had ordered supplements off of the internet that would negate the need for Tina to digest any other source of nutrition aside from the shit exiting her mothers ass.

    Laura could see it now. Laura closed her eyes whenmall shudder vibrated through her body as the image of her slowly lowering her ass onto Tinas face sent her sex drive into overdrive. "Eat my fucking shit little bitch..." Laura moaned before opening her eyes and seeing a rather bewildered glance from the car to her left by an older woman. Laura blushed in embarrassment and pulled further off of the road when she realized that she was still partially in the lane. "Get your shit together Laura" she chided herself.

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    The large wooden door creaked open as Laura struggled to keep from dropping her bags as she entered the house, quickly running the groceries to the kitchen;

    It took about fifteen minutes for her to arrange everything in the kitchen before she was able to lock the pantry doors and return to the Jeep in order to fetch the items that she had purchased from the Adult Store. It was a breezy sunny afternoon and the smell of the lilacs that decorated her front porch greeted her warmly as she hummed to herself while bringing in everything that she'd need for the evenings fun.

    Laura emptied all of the contents in the bags onto the kitchen counter, where she sorted through what she wanted to use first. After picking out the perfect selection Laura stripped off all of her clothing and threw them into the laundry bin before she felt her bladder complain. Laura initial impulse was to make a beeline for the bathroom, but she stopped herself before she had taken two steps and pivoted to her bedroom. Old habits truely do die hard.

    <Allegro, Battlestar Galactica Soundtrack>

    Laura then took a keycard out of her pocket and slid it against the entry lock that she had installed the other day, and then entered the room where she was greeted by the musical sounds of sobbing as she saw the nude form of tina curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the room, securely fastened to the wall by a large thick metal chain that was connected to the shock collar around her neck.

    Laura promptly strode over towards her toilet and grabbed it by the hair on the top of its head, lifting it up into the air, causing it to yell out in pain. "AAAGGGHHH MOMMY LET ME GO!!" Screamed Tina as Laura licked her lips at the erotic sight of tinas tear streaked face. Laura didn't say a word, but leaned in and licked Tinas forehead, before running her tongue all over Tinas face, savoring the delicious taste of Tinas tears. Laura moaned softly as she savored both the taste and smell of her terrified property.

    Laura then lowered Tina back towards the ground before snapping her fingers and yelling, "Drink, and grab my ass as you do so!"

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    i adore this story, can't wait for the next part, please keep writing!
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    This is a story I wrote several years ago. I rescued from the old Gurochan and wanted to share it here. Unfortunately I no longer have the ambition to finish it and honestly have no intention to. I may do finish it one day, but I wouldn't count on it.


    Ol' McJohnny had a Farm

    (loli, straight shota)


    Part1:

    12 year old Jenny was on her way to Johnny's family farm to play with his 9 year old sister Cindy. Cindy and Jenny had been friends for many years and it was Jenny's idea for Cindy to lose her virginity to Johnny a year ago. Since then, there playdates always involved Johnny and sex, so Jenny was excited as always. Her little pussy started to tingle at the thought of another 3 way with Johnny and Cindy, Jenny started running down the road.

    Jenny finally made it to Johnny's house, as she was walking up the path she saw a note on the door. Jenny grabbed it and read it:

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    >>16516
    If the device is a cylinder pressed against her forehead, that sounds like a bolt gun. Pull the trigger, the compressor fires the cylinder into the head, and the animal dies quickly and painlessly.
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    that should be more like a tube than cylinder then :)
    Yes, your version is possible :) just that she will really not even notice how she is dead LOL
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    No, she won't notice, that's true. However, these things being used aren't meant for people, they're meant for animals. And an animal wouldn't really care that it didn't notice.
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    You guessed it! I planned on after she was bolted to get strung up by the cross-bar and have her throat slit.
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    My plan was to have the bolt-gun device to be strapped to her head and be activated by remote. So Johnny could be fucking her from behind while he pushed the button.
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    even at the age of 19, I firmly decided that if I remained stable in depression until the age of 25, I would be ready to commit crimes, isolate myself from reality.
    and now, the fateful spring has come.
    after a May shift, monotonous and lonely work in college, I jumped on a date with the first hero of my cycle of tragedies the size of fifty kopecks. I persuaded the boy to go to the meeting under the pretext that I had walked in the area many times and each time it was the best meetings in my life. not that I exaggerated too much...
    jesus glue was playing in my ears, it felt very romantic. I came out of the passage of the metro station N. on a bench under the shadows sat a guy about 28 years old. a little thick-skinned, but lanky. the skin of the face was flabby and coney from combing. but the facial features were pretty, he reminded me of a chubby mouse. and glasses. my favorite "chicken blindness". he was an engineer by training. he worked at a construction site as a draftsman. yes, it will be a pity for his customers. and for the first few seconds of the meeting, I felt sorry for him, too. as a remnant of my human feelings of the past. but it passed as soon as he looked past me and slowly stood up. I began to feel small drops of anger hurrying to seep through my lymph nodes. short, shorter than jumping into the closing doors of the car hug. Well, yes, it's me, damn it, and what did you expect, you pneumatic bastard? I smiled awkwardly, as if it didn't bother me. each time I hate their every breath more and more.
    - so, well, lead me, I didn't specify the route specifically.
    a banal, boring interrogation began. the most banal, boring reactions of surprise and admiration followed. the voice of reason in my head was hysterical: "stop it, I know how it will end if I don't kill you today." we went into an unnamed coffee shop. there are almost no people, he grinned from embarrassment. he was obviously ashamed of me in front of the staff, he shot his eyes at the walls and interiors. scum. I'll squeeze your carotid arteries, I'll tell you everything, you'll get high on the track. I looked at his hair falling over his forehead. beautiful. light brown. this is my favorite color, the structure of both girls and boys. a phantom hand reaches out to stroke them, like the fur of a stray cat. to pull and tear to bloody wounds.
    Well, I'll refresh myself and let's go. he ordered dessert, savored it for an hour, as if our conversation was interesting to him and he did not want to shorten it by too forced a walk. I ate a regular salad. my fists were already itching extremely. I stood up.
    - are you full? Let's go to the toilet?
    - and? I'll wait for you here, don't worry.
    I smiled with a strong squint. she touched her shoulder.
    - yes, I know, I want to tell you something, not in public.
    he jerked. but he was somehow clearly uncomfortable to tell me too categorically: "no, you're disgusting, you have a dirty purulent mouth, I don't want my imperial dick to be in it." he got up carefully and we went. I continued to hold the guy by the forearm with great tension and fear, to be honest, inside. he gave up, took me by the wrist, looked at my frail figure a couple of times, relaxed a little and thought, "well... isn't it bad?" yes. terrible! I dug the blade in my pocket deeper into my palm. we leaked into the men's room. happiness, lots of partitions. not enough nasty sounds. almost school silence. he was confused at first, rushed to the urinals, then walked on, hobbled to the wall like a robot.
    - was there such a thing before?

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    Life for an Eye (M/f, free use, dytopia, butchering, beating)

    Beatrice presented her ID to the clerk -- a mid 20s lady with a pixie cut -- and was given a nod and a smile, and maybe a "go ahead" but Bea wasn't too sure. It was routine, and had begun to lose all meaning. She'd been a volunteer for two years at this point, ever since she left college. She never finished her degree, and was left with a fair bit of debt -- a surmountable debt, but debt.

    Debt, for Beatrice, or for anyone with a hole between the legs, meant volunteering one day a week at a local stress relief center. There was little room to those who couldn't earn their keep, who took more than they gave. The world was starving, Bea knew this, and understood her position. But it was just a little debt. She'd known others who had worked their way out of more. She could give a day of her week until she paid it off.

    Then a year ago, she didn't look both ways before running a red light and she was consequently pulled over. She sucked her way out of having her head scattered across the windshield, but was fined. More debt. A new threshold, and now she wasn't allowed to wear tops of any fashion -- no shirts, no dresses, no brassieres. She also lost her right to report people for molesting her.

    It was odd at first. For one, the cold. She had underestimated how much a simple cotton tee did to break the wind or cover from a chill, but she got used to it. For two, changing how she carried her purse. Before, she always wore it across the shoulder and over her chest, cradling the bag between her waist and arm. With a bare chest, though, Bea found no matter what kind of material the bag was made out of, she could always feel it, so she swapped to simply hanging it on her shoulder. The catcalling and groping weren't new, they were at least 12 years old, nearly half her life ago. They simply increased in frequency.

    Bea sat her bag down in her cubby and turned to May, a young, ample (and bare) chested brunette who was in the process of untying her sneakers.

    "How'd you do on your test?" Bea sat next to her on the bench and began to unlace her platform shoes.

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    "You were supposed to bring her in alive." Vulture store blankly at a dark, blood caked hole drilled through the forehead of her delivery.

    "She is alive." Guerilla was still holding up his catch by the head with a heavy-duty mechanical 3rd arm. The catch, Plum, side eyed the giant carrying her while displaying as much disgust as was possible on her cherubic, chubby face. Despite the blacklit blood streaming down from the hole in the center of her forehead, over the bridge of her nose and past gummy, bubblegum pink lips, she sputtered to life and groaned in a staticky voice.

    "Get f-f-fucking... off me..." Her entire face flexed in glitchy, sputtering flashes of anger when she stuttered. Her hands scratched at the mechanical wrist above her head with clumsy, de-clawed swipes.

    "Fuck, really?" Vulture uncrossed her arms. "Well she's not going to stay alive if you keep fucking manhandling her. Give me that." She snapped her gaudy black and neon green respirator off her chin and over her mouth before standing to hug the little street-rat and pluck her from Guerilla's grip. "Awww, was the big bad man mean to you?" Vulture spoke in a playfully warm tone as though speaking with a newborn pet. Plum and Guerilla both recoiled and spoke in sync.

    "Creepy!"

    "Oh, let me have fun with it!" Vulture spat back as she laid Plum down onto the cold and firm plastic bed. That bed was the only thing there was room for in the miniscule, dark storage unit. That, a secretary chair, and a wide, blacklit ice tray under the bed that also served as the biggest light source in the room. Guerilla sighed, but Plum stayed infected with a fright she couldn't shake off. Who treats a bloodied stranger like that? What did she mean by fun? She honestly prefered her life earlier when she was being beat to shit by the bastard next to her. It was better than wondering what this wirey goth chick was planning. Plum's bright, gold eyes were wide like spotlights and shook in their sockets as she store at Vulture. She couldn't tell if it was purely nerves or if the concussion the 'big bad man' gave her was worsening-- she hadn't seen the gaping hole in her head and had no idea of her condition, but whatever the case, her words caught in her throat and all she could do was tremble violently and wet the cheap, stolen hospital bed below her.

    Guerilla scooped a mechanical hand under her top and pulled it up with a finger, revealing subtle, pair sized breasts below that he leared out while nearly salivating. Plum welcomed the distraction from the fear, her eyes stuttered slowly into contact with his and pleaded for him to do something. He was to distracted by pushing his hand down into her shirt and clutching at her plush breasts.

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    Adventuring with a party didn’t quite sit well with Sahja, but she figured that it would be much better than having to compete with the group while hunting an elite ogre. During her long career of adventuring she had learned that fellow adventurers were as much as a danger as the monsters they slay, and this particular group had individuals much more experienced than herself. She was not about to give up on the hefty reward however— even a portion of it would set her straight for months. It was easy enough, convincing them to take her, a shifty rogue, into their party. Seeing as they were all males, all it took was a shake of her hips and a rough night of cocksucking and the from the next day onwards, Sahja was traveling in style.

    It didn’t take the catgirl and her new party members too long to find the ogre’s territory. It was hard to miss the scattered remains— both adventurers and village folk alike— littering its perimeters. Sahja spotted some relatively fresh remains of an elven party, the females stripped down and their nethers covered with the telltale signs of rape. She muttered a silent prayer for them before proceeding to loot the corpses blind of what valuables they still possessed. She had been in the process of relieving a particularly busty elven corpse off its bracelets when she heard her other party members call out for their wayward thief. From the urgency of their voice, they seemed to have found their quarry.

    The ogre, standing over twice as tall as their gorilla of a paladin, shook the forest with its battlecry. Hefting its battleaxe, it charged the elite party without regards to its own safety. The momentum didn’t last long. Within moments the party had set up their positions and were relentlessly bearing down on the lone creature, teaching it to go on the defensive. Unfortunately for them, it had on it some thick armor, dwarven-made from the looks of it. And so the party had trouble scratching its green hide even as they took turns attacking it. Sahja arrived just in time to see their wolfish barbarian try to parry a downward swipe from the ogre’s battleaxe. The man was cloven in two for his efforts. Before the other members could mourn the loss, the paladin of the group charged in to avenge his fallen ally. As he jumped to drive his longsword into the ogre’s forehead, a fist slapped him down which, weighed down by his armor, made f

    or a fatal impact.

    Sahja didn’t quite much care for her companions, but seeing the ogre start slaughtering them made her not want to face it alone. She fought bravely alongside her remaining companions, darting in and out while avoiding the ogre’s slow swipes. She had speed on her side and was feeling pretty good about her odds but soon found out that it didn’t amount to shit. The tricky dwarven armor repelled most of her precise attacks, breaking a dagger in the process. Adrenaline kept her blood pumping and it soon gave way into frustration and that gave way to carelessness. As Sahja tried for the umpteenth time to pierce the giant’s hide, she cried in triumph as it sunk into flesh. However, her joy was short lived as she realized that her blade was stuck. Not quite thinking clearly, the catgirl tried to pull it out, not noticing the pike head barreling straight to her skull. Sahja didn’t even get to feel her death, instantly losing her life as the spike skewered her brain. Her body flopped around at the battleaxe’s head before the ogre shook it off its weapon. She fell unceremoniously on the ground, her brain leaking through a huge wound, as the ogre continued to butcher the rest of her party.

    The ogre huffed a steamy breath as it took stock of its surroundings. Five dead adventurers— including one sexy catgirl. Feeling a throb on its manhood, the ogre shuffled over to the fallen thief girl to gawk at the sexy corpse it left behind. Brain matter spilled from its skull, on which the catgirl’s pained expression was imprinted. Her skirt flaps were hiked up, revealing a pair of rich thighs. The ogre’s erection painfully nuzzled against his codpiece at the sight. Knowing that the battle is won, he rushed over and slung the dead catgirl over his shoulder before making a beeline towards the comfort and privacy of his home, spilling more grey matter in the process.

    The large codpiece containing his erection had been removed way before the ogre even entered his lair. Her ran with his stiff cock swinging against his thighs. Upon setting foot on what passed for his bed, the ogre wasted no time in slamming poor Sahja on his waiting erection. The catgirl swung listlessly before slamming face first into the hard meat stick, her limbs comically wrapping around it while her face kissed it rounded tip. Moving his fingers to Sahja’s wide hips, the ogre gripped the corpse before rubbing her body on its cock. A small whimper of satisfaction escaped the ogre’s lips along with a shiver coursing through his body. His last encounter had been a few days ago, and the elven onaholes didn’t last long after that.

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    My first story for the site.

    Haunted House (Young Boys, Snuff, Hanging, Noose, Non-Con)

    Chapter 1

    Not one of the boys had questioned the wisdom of their little excursion. They were too excited to think and, even if they had any misgivings, would be too afraid of being deemed a scaredy cat. Earlier that afternoon William, Oliver's older brother, had dared them to venture into the abandoned house at dusk. He had told his little brother how an old, deranged man lived there, and he liked to kill boys who ventured in.

    "Na ha!" Oliver had countered his brother’s remark

    "Oh yes!" William had assured him.

    Of course, Oliver had gone and told his small group of friends and one thing had led to another and now… Now they had mounted an expedition to the Wallace's old place. Henry, the oldest of them had taken the lead. He had found a flashlight for each of them, even packed water, and a few snacks and now that the sun was coming close to the horizon, off they had gone.

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    Thank you everyone that has read and enjoy the first chapter of my story. Hope you have fun with this next chapter too.

    Haunted House

    Chapter 2

    The boys have been exploring the first floor this whole time. To everyone’s surprise, the inside of the house looks pristine, as if the last occupants only abandoned the place a year ago. Sure, there is dust and junk everywhere, but the furniture did not look bad at all when they peeked underneath the sheets covering them. It is as if time stopped in this place. The boys find their way back to the dining room and decide to take a break. They spread their treasure trove of junk food and soda pop on the table. Each one of the boys devouring the food after waiting for another ten minutes. Only leaving a small portion for Henry.

    “What’s taking Henry so long?” Max asked, as he put a few more potato chips into his mouth to eat. The boys look at each other wondering the same thing. “I’ll find him. He probably went through the cellar door in the back to get to the basement.” Oliver said, drinking the last bit of coca cola out of his can before getting up to find his friend.

    “Be careful, I bet Henry is trying to get us with one of his stupid jump scares.” Aaron said, as he grabbed the last baby KitKat to eat it. Oliver makes a pretend scary face like when people jump out at you at those cheesy carnival Halloween events. He then disappeared around the corner to find a way to get to the basement. Oliver believed he saw a door in the hallway. That could lead him to where he needed to go. Worse case, he finds a closet filled with junk or filthy magazines like his stepbrother’s closet. He heard Aaron and Max chitchat and walked pass him as he continued his search.

    Oliver thinks he found the door he was looking for behind the staircase. The only problem is that there was a dresser in front of the door. As if someone was trying to keep something or a person, locked in the basement. Oliver takes one end and tries to move it out of the way. His task to move it is harder than what he thought it would be. The dresser did not budge from its spot. When he looks to see why it was so heavy, he finds that the dresser was still full of clothes and odd trinkets. Oliver takes a step back because this is starting to frighten him. Maybe he should suggest to Henry that they should leave this place but did not want to be label a chicken by his friends nor his jerk of a brother.

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    I suppose I don't mind doing a short one if I happen to feel like it, but I do need some more details.

    Is this just a normal son and mom that are killed by the intruders/monsters? Or are they in an incestous relationship? Or are they maybe forced into incest by the intruders?
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    Joker slept in late this day, after staying out late capturing Commissioner Gordon and Lex Luthor he felt he deserved it. He normally would be up committing smaller crimes and pranks but the holidays were coming up, besides he had quite a day planned. Harley however had to prepare for , and there were a lot of chores to complete. Her first chore however was one she looked forward to. The Hyenas were usually kept penned up and aggressive, however with the company that Mr. J had found they would need a release. Normally the hired help would just let the females rape the males, but why should the boys have all the fun. Harley first went over to the male Hyenas and crawled over to the beast; she reached out and slowly started to grab the hyena’s small cock. Gently stroking the male member brought the hyena into full arousal, as they began to leak there precum the females enter there area, pushing the smaller males away. Bending down there head female sniffs Harleys sex, and starts to lick it. Harley moans as her fingers start to rock her own cunt. The hyena turns and prepares to mount Harley, her huge clit entering Harly's pussy, bringing Harley to her first massive orgasm and her screaming her head off.

    “What the bloody hell is going on out there” the joker screams as he jumps out of bed. “Can’t a clown get any peace, what did I do to deserve..” he stops halfway spotting Harley with her cunt full of Clit. “Why Harley you little minx, I knew you liked girls after all, BWAHAHAHA” he laughed.
    “But Mr. J this hyena has a cock.” She manages to mutter over the sound of the hyenas humping.
    “Yes, and females are the ones with the larger cock. A clown needs to know the audience. After you are done, meet me in the kitchen” He says as he winks at Harley.
    The Hynea makes sure to take it’s time, slamming hard and deep inside the slutty former Psycologist till Harley cums so hard she passes out.
    Twenty minutes later Harley wakes up covered in the cum, “Guess the boys couldn’t hold back” She laughs, and still naked enters the kitchen,
    The Joker holding the old cloth turkey leg holder, this one made big enough for her to wear. “What’s going on Mr. J.” she asks, a little nervously.
    “Ah this, you are aware that thanksgiving is just a week away and boy am I going to help our guest save room for dinner. I want to show my thanks to Commissioner Gordon for all the Laughs, And Lex for all the toys. I thought I would make them a big bird for the occasion, and baby you looked good enough

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    Chapter 2, Discount Turkey
    Harley quickly headed on her way walking the streets of gotham, making sure to stay off the radar of the high crime streets, taking out petty thieves and taking their loot quickly leaving their mangled bodies in nearby trash piles
    The stress was real, of course, Joker never let small things like love stand in the way of a good joke. Batgirl though normally would mean she would have to deal with batman, …
    “One week, that is all the time that I have to trick Batgirl into the jokers grips… Wait trick, of course”
    A smile spread across Harley’s face as she spoke to herself and applied a special lipstick that Ivy had given her. “I don’t need a batgirl; I just need someone to be in the outfit. It’s a mean prank but better her then me, and Mr. J will never know” she giggled as she finished putting on her green nail polish and jumping onto her bike. “Ivy would do me any favor, if I do her one first” she laughed as she headed into the old Botanical forest. As Harley jumped of her bike to enter a vine gently wrapped its way around her foot. “Oh you, you always are a little frisky. What would your mommy think if she found out you were playing with her toy. The vine caressed her leg, Ok I wont tell if you don’t” she laughs and then moans as the vine starts to rub under her panties and touch her clit. “I guess saying you got a woody for me would be insulting” she purrs as a two more vines reveal themselves and wrap there way around her legs. They jerk Harley into a splits position as the first vine submerges itself deeply into the little vixen. “Oh yeah, that is the spot” she moans as she fingers herself to the first orgasm.
    “So you couldn’t wait for me” A voice asked, making Harley try to jump, but unable to because of the vines. “Oh hi Red, I um just wanted to mess around, me and Mr. J.” Ivy silenced her with a finger. “It’s always about you and Mr. J isn’t it. I… Oh alright, you know I can’t stay mad at you” she says as she leans in and presses her lips to Harleys. Harley greedily kisses back, her tongue forcing its way into the green girls mouth. Ivy responds by grabing her tight ass, as the vines wrap there way around ivy and Harleys breast. Harley breaks the kiss first, panting. “You want to do a little roll play baby. You know how hot it gets me when we pretend.” Harley says as she teases Ivy’s clit. “You know sometimes I think you want to fuck that little one more than me” Ivy frowns. Harley shakes her head. “You are the one who made t

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    "Kokoro!" Tsugi shouted as he dashed across the battlefield. Of all the people recovered, Kokoro was one of the few that remained missing in action. You stayed behind to find her, knowing her last location was blown up by an enemy mecha. He felt his heart drop when he saw only two survivors from her squad: Hina and Himi.

    "Where's Kokoro!?" he shouted. "I need to see if I can save her." The others didn't respond or looked away, but they knew what he meant. They had all been through this hell together; there would be no leaving anyone behind.

    They pointed to the building behind them. Tsugi dashed in and nearly tripped over some rubble as he radioed in the coordinates so a rescue team could pick the two up.

    Once he got in the building, he could see Kokoro. She was such a lovely angel, even as her body and even uniform were tattered by war. She breathed heavily. There were small scrapes and cuts all over her body while her forehead had a massive gash of blood. Her uniform was even worse. Due to how skin-tight it was, the damage sustained tore parts of it off. Tsugi looked away in shame as some of those parts revealed her breasts and even vagina.

    "Tsugi..." Kokoro softly said, as though this was barely an inconvenience for her. "It's not like you haven't seen a naked woman before, hehehe..."

    "Kokoro, you're badly hurt... We gotta get you to a doctor." Tsugi could barely look at her. His face turned red with embarrassment. Even after everything they've gone through, seeing someone else nude still made him feel awkward about himself.

    "No. I'll just rest here... Just let me sleep...." Kokoro mumbled weakly.

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    Here is a story I am working on as it is not yet finished. If you want to RP send me a discord at Zeddicus#8672.

    Episode One: One Dumb Bunny

    The Demon Foxy Sylvie taking her time and learning all about mortals once she was summoned into this fantasy world with magitech and all of that fun stuff. Including even a modern concept of the internet and streaming, as naturally the demon takes advantage of this to set up her own business! Killing her summoner that wanted to turn her into his waifu, as she doesn’t feel like monogamy and being a boring breeder and housewife was for her. Making sure though to get all of his stuff and house beforehand, since why not, as she gets herself a comfy living arrangement as now she needs a job!

    Studying the mortals and how there is a wild variety of species with there being a distinct class difference between predators and prey. While snuffing and eating sentient prey was quite illegal there was a lovely loophole in the law about volunteering to be snuffed. Sylvie also coming up with a lovely plan to get around the eating sentient prey being illegal as she spends her remaining money setting up a snuff dungeon complete with a recording studio and all the toys she needs. Using her demonic heritage to its fullest to scout the local neighborhood for fresh targets and also to club at the local clubs, making sure to hide her demonic heritage and shapechange into various species so no way anyone can recognize her.

    Eventually Sylvie focuses on a tasty bunny that lives nearby, being just shy over 18 and showing off an ample bosom and her snow white fur. Sylvie doing her best to hold in her desires as she chats and becomes girlfriends with the new bunny Julia, as Sylvie lures her into her house and serves her some tea laced with drugs. Julia taking sips and getting all giggly and horny as the two chat it up, Sylvie wearing her bunnygirl body with small petite boobs and light brown fur. Getting in real close to Julia as Sylvie purrs out, “Say Julia…. Have you ever thought about getting snuffed?”

    Julia perking up from the question as she gasps and eyes go wide, bunny instincts kicking in as Sylvie holds onto her and giggles out all cute. Julia stammering out all cute like with, “Pyoonn!? Snuffing!? But that is illegal!” Stammering and pouting super hard as Sylvie just lets out more bunny giggles and wiggles in closer, getting real close to her victims face, “I know sweety but just think about the sensation of dying from some handsome or beautiful predator. Your supply bunny flesh sustains them for possibly days!” Julia whimpering as she is made to think about it, imagine some hunky foxboy lunging at her and sinking his fangs into her throat, making her gulp and shiver as the drugs work their magicks and start making her super wet and needy.

    Sylvie lunges in for the kill as she holds down Julia and gives her a soft bunny kiss, Julia meeping as the more aggressive bunny lands on top of her to hold her in place. Harcore making out on the sofa now as Sylvie keeps the confused and horny bunny pinned, as slowly but surely Julia submits and moans and kisses back, holding weakly onto Sylvie as she returns the favor and dry humps the other bunny. Breaking the kiss long enough to give her a wink and a moan while asking, “Pyonn….if you are nervous about getting snuffed then I’ll join you! We can be snuffed together!” Julia meeping and getting flustered, even more so as Sylvie reaches under her skirt to paw at her soaking wet panties.

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    I was hoping to find this old thread back but never found it. Here is an old copy. Looking forward to get more diapered hanging stories on this thread!
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    School Selection

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    A loud whistle caught Nina's attention. She stopped her crawl and started to tread in the water. After a few moments Nina saw what was going to happen. As the other students stopped swimming their teacher signaled to get out of the water. “All girls are required to go to a changing booth and wait there for the meat inspector” said the coach, “the boys will continue with 4 laps of the butterfly stroke”

    Nervously talking the girls quickly went to the changing booths. Nina sat about halfway down the line. “Shit I hope they don't pick me” thought Nina. A soft crying from her right assured her of a better chance, only 25% was selected from each class. She heard the meat inspector getting closer every few minutes. He was only a few lockers away from her now and she heard him say, “swimsuit straps off your shoulders and stand with your face to the wall”. Nina put the straps off her shoulders, better make it easy for the inspector, she thought. Suddenly she heard another girl crying in the booth next to hers. “Nice” she thought, that was Emily, she never liked her.

    “Name” said the inspector as he opened Nina's door. “Nina, ID number 230867” said Nina. “Thank you” said the inspector, I see you already put your straps down, very nice, can you turn your face to the wall” “sure sir” said Nina and she turned her back to the inspector. The inspector checked her butt, “nice and firm” she heard him say. The inspector made her turn around and started peeling her swimsuit down. Softly he took her breasts in his hands and checked them. After a confirming mumble he pulled Nina's swimsuit to her feet. After a quick look on her pussy he said: “I'm not sure can you wait for 10 minutes, keep your swimsuit off” “of course sir” said Nina. The inspector went to the next changing booth.


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    Wasn't hard to find... https://archive.guro.cx/lit/res/1310.html
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    Great stories. Thank you for gathering them.
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    The old thread is still on the archive.

    Rather find similar stories, that are not yet on the archive, I would really be interested in them!
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    Diaper hell again....
    Leave the diapers out and that might be interesting. But this insane focus on diapers and feces ruins it for me
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    Does anybody know who's the author of these stories and if he wrote more than those that were in the thread in the old GC/the current archive?
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    It's early summer and you and two of your friends decide to fly to the continental US on vacation. At this point, we've been talking on Reddit for over a year and we want to meet up. We agree that a camping trip would be fun, and you agree to meet me in Washington. You and your friends pack a suitcase to be checked, including an axe, machete, a few pocket knives,and a larger bowie knife. It never hurts to be prepared when camping!

    You fly into the Denver airport and me and my sister come to pick you up in our SUV. My sister just turned 22 and is a petite blonde, a couple inches shorter than me, with an athletic body and blue eyes. She's wearing a yellow sun dress with a large hat with her hair down and sunglasses. I told her to wear some black fishnet stockings, knowing it would turn you on. I sported a blue tank top, no bra, and black yoga shorts with my hair back in a ponytail. We pick you up outside and I stay in the drivers seat, you join me up front, and my sister sits between your two friends in the back.
    I start driving to a remote lake campground so we can get a good view of the stars. You reach over and slide your hand up my inner thigh like my boyfriend would. I smile and give you a wink. In the back your friends pick up on the cue and pull up my sisters dress, exposing her bright blue thong. She blushes as they pull her panties aside and finger her wet cunt. She really is a slut... I see your dick getting rock hard, so I pull over and let you drive. As you watch your mates probing and groping my sister, I unzip your pants and pop your dick out. I start sucking like a vacuum as my sister pulls out your friend's cocks and strokes them both with a firm grip. You reach over my body and play with my nipples, pulling them between your fingers and making me wet. I bob my head up and down, before plunging your dick all the way down my throat, where you blow your load. My sister soon finishes off your friends and they shoot their jizz onto her tights.
    We finally arrive at our destination and we break out the gear to start setting up camp. I ask you and my sister to walk down to the nearby stream to collect water. I see you rummage through your bag and pull out a couple objects while my sister grabs the water jugs. She leads the way and you follow, starring at her ass. You reach the side of the stream and she bends over a log to start collecting water in the jug. Seeing her bent over in her tights, you're helpless to resist your urges. You flip up her dress

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