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    Shawn was mad because whatever he said his sister ignored him. He was in charge of Beth while his mom worked this weekend.
    His sister didn't see it that way. She thought was old enough to take care of herself.
    To a 14 year old Shawn she was a pain in his behind. As a teen age boy he wanted to look at dirty magazine he had hidden from his mom. He couldn't do that with little miss tattletale hanging around. Besides he might want to stroke himself while he looked at the naked women. It always felt so good to do that.
    Shawn was on his way to the kitchen when he noticed all sisters’ toys around.
    He stood in the middle of the living room and yelled, "Hey brat, come pick up your toys. If you don't they might accidently get broken."
    An angry Beth yelled down from her upstairs bedroom, "You better not hurt any my stuff. If you do I tell mom you did it on purpose."
    Shawn grumbled and went to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. Then it was back living room for more couch surfing.
    He was watching a movie with big breasted women bouncing along a beach. Shawn had pulled himself out and was jerking off when there was a snicker behind him.
    It was Beth standing there watching her brother with interest. She knew what boys were different her friend Suzie had a baby brother, but had never knew they grew so big.
    Shawn blushed and tucked himself before asking, "What do you want now?"
    His sister gave him an innocent smile say, "I want to go to Suzie's house and if you don't let me I'll tell mom what you were doing."
    He had wondered how long before she would use that to blackmail him.
    "Mom knows I do this. So no I'm not going to walk you over there," Shawn said.

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    No.23591 [Report]
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    Ah yes, a Cannibal_land story. Always a good decision.
    I love how Shawn just accepts that he's not getting out of this and lets himself be prepared, and actively makes his own sauce. ;p
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    a young girl, naked, stood on a chair, her arms spread, breathing hard, gasping ribs lifting her little breasts with each aroused breath, wrists cuffed far apart to opposite pillars. the wheeled office chair squeaked and swayed under her.

    a beautiful woman in lingerie circled the girl, holding a riding crop. the leather crop, held with a delicate grip, was dragged, like a tongue, over the soft curves of the girl's body. her naked thighs. upward, ever so close to the blushing, dripping flower of her labia.

    the girl's clothes were folded neatly on the floor.

    tight, painful rope around her waist and between her legs held a thick, vibrating dildo in place inside her vagina. 12 seconds on, 6 seconds off. the rope crushed her waist. the stabilizer muscles of her abdomen were weakened like this, and so she could not help swaying her hips as she struggled to balance on the chair.

    she moved like a belly dancer.

    the riding crop, light as a feather, teased at the girl's swollen clitoris.

    "sarah..." the woman cooed, resting a hand on the girl's ass, caressing, cupping and lifting the pert lobe. "you know how this will end, sweetie. why do you keep coming back?"

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    Also unfinished. Unrelated to previous
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    the cute, naked little slave grins and blushes, looking up through her lashes, holding her broken arm. her childish face wears a sheepish, ashamed expression.

    "they broke it because i was being annoying"

    "what were you doing?" you ask. you motion for her to sit on your knee.

    she takes a seat. she is cute and small. she weighs nothing.

    you rest your massive hand on her thigh, sliding upward. you stop achingly close to her vagina, stroking her hip with your thumb while your index finger almost brushes against her stiff, swollen little clit. she squirms a bit, but her arms are busy, the healthy one holding the broken one still. she winces when the bone shifts.


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    No.22986 [Report]
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    slave in the last post is not a child, i just like to describe slaves in an infantilized way
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    No.23584 [Report]
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    the first one is really nice
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    No.23320 [Report] AS
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    This story was originally inspired by learning about the voir dire (jury selection) process while following some recent high-profile cases (More like vore dire, am I right?). It's languished unfinished for years, and I was inspired to complete it by seeing PK's lovely sory Interview with the Dragon again on the DGF for the first time in many years.


    Dragon Jury Duty


    The inexplicable fertility boom in the mid-21st century exploded normal human demographics. Ten, then fifteen, then twenty women were born for every man; women got pregnant younger, more often, and with more children. The population absolutely skyrocketed. Malthusian terror gripped policymakers as the prospect of widespread famine got closer every year.

    A generation into the catastrophe the solution presented itself when, after centuries in hiding, the massive, suave, hypnotic, scaly, and above all hungry dragons made themselves public. A few meetings with governments around the world, and the Population Laws were suddenly a fact of life. The now-miniscule but stable population of men had to give a certain amount of their time at the public impregnoriums, servicing the needs of the increasingly baby-craving female populace. Men were exempt from jury duty and most other public service; legislatures, courtrooms, and corporations filled with women.

    And women, in turn, filled dragons’ bellies. The huge reptiles lounged around cities or flew over the countryside, casually devouring succulent female morsels at a speed that almost kept up with the enormous new birthrate. It was the new normal. One second, a woman was a proud, competent professional; the next, her stocking-clad legs were sticking out of a dragon’s mouth, kicking her high heels off as she was messily devoured.

    Dragons snaked their heads into changing rooms to eat the squealing snacks within. Draconic tongues slid up coeds’ skirts for a sweet little taste, then coiled to pull the unfortunately scrumptious girls into waiting maws. Schools stuffed to the brim with excess female students routed their buses near known dragon haunts, where entire busloads of astonished teenage girls were bolted down en masse. Mischievous dragons ordered pizza, only to gulp down the toothsome delivery girls with the pizza as a garnish.

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    >>15959

    Thank you! And Carl is always welcome, he's my single favorite snuff artist.

    I wouldn't worry about Ms. McGuire, something tells me Verumcidar isn't going to let her go indefinitely - remember, he knows where she lives!

    I may do another story in this world if an idea occurs to me. Love casual, free-use/free-snuff worlds.
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    >>15960
    >I may do another story in this world if an idea occurs to me.
    I certainly hope you do! This story and it's world certainly begs for an anthology treatment.
    >Love casual, free-use/free-snuff worlds.
    Have you read "Bootsie" by Spitman? It's an ancient (pre-gurochan) story so you've likely already heard of it, but it involves a world where surplus females are fed to dragons of sorts.
    http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=2237
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    >>15961
    I have read that, it's fantastic. Spitman's great. Probably been 15 years since I read that story, thank you for reminding me of it.

    I think MamaBliss did a comic based on the same Dolcett pic, but a cursory search hasn't turned it up.

    If I do another story here I might do the death-by-dragon-cock that Ms. McGuire fantasized about, or possibly some nonlethal dragon sex. Still pondering that.
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    Without a sequel, I'm assuming Stacy did the right thing and came alone <3
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    We'll see! This story was fermenting for years before I finally wrote it, so a sequel may be a while.

    One day we might get to see Stacy getting fucked to death by a giant dragon cock, though.
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    https://archiveofourown.org/works/31530752?view_adult=true
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    Hi,
    I'm searching writer who could make a little story with power girl beeing depowered, raped in dp and having her boobs devoured by zombies at the same time
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    How about a thread for executing minors? In spirit of the "Short Capital Punishment Stories" thread on Old Gurochan.

    ==Juvenile Executions==

    Six girls were lined up against the wall, wearing nothing but diapers, as Andrew entered the chamber. Rebecca, his busty redheaded assistant, smiled as he placed his coffee on her desk.
    “So, what do we have today?”
    “Here.” Rebecca handed him a tablet. He scrolled down the webpage containing their information.
    The two twins in the middle, identical to the orange-sized tits on their chests and brown ponytails, were Lori and Sheryl Coleman, both twelve. Lori was selected by lottery, while Sheryl volunteered. She probably couldn’t live without her sister.
    The tiny, flat-chested, Latina with short hair was Lizandra Avalos. She stood on the right end of the group, shaking. Andrew groaned as he looked at her date-of-birth: today was her tenth birthday. Another lottery-selectee.
    Next to Lizandra, an Asian teen of twelve, short bright-pink hair, Bree Chang stood biting her lips. She was caught shoplifting.
    To the left of the Coleman twins was Katie Spina; an eleven-year-old with red pigtails and glasses. She flashed a boy at school.
    The girl at the end was Emily Pollentine, nine. She was the daughter of a corrupt politician. Andrew felt a lump in his throat as he read “vaginal execution” on her file. Poor Emily was going to receive one of the most extreme punishments for something she had no control over.
    Andrew pulled out his sidearm, a Model 629. Lizandra screamed in Spanish until he forced the gun into her mouth and blew her brain out.

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    She cried as I undressed her, peeling off the layers of clothing one by one. A thousand thoughts and emotions must have passed through her head. Fear. Regret. Anger. Embarrassment. That was one reason why this job was so exciting. I knew that all of those thoughts would soon come to an abrupt, immature end.

    Soon she was down to her underwear, and I stepped behind her and unclasped her bra. I took a step back and paused, admiring her back, the form of which guided my gaze downwards to her cute little butt, covered by her adorable white panties decorated with pink hearts.

    I stepped forward again and slipped off her panties. The middle part stuck to her pussy as if it was trying to preserve the last of the girl's modesty, but ultimately slipped off as i tugged on it. I let gravity do the rest of the job then gave her a little nudge. She dutifully stepped out of her final piece of clothing. She would never wear clothes again.

    Some might have found her compliance strange, but the girl knew perfectly well that resisting would only make things worse. I picked up the panties and felt the soft fabric with my fingers for a moment. They were still imbued with her warmth, and I could think of no better aphrodisiac. I didn't have a huge fetish for panties or anything, but I liked to collect the panties of some of the girls coming through this room that I perceived to be special in some way. I tossed them into the pile with the rest of her clothes. I would decide if they were worth keeping later.

    The air in the dark, concrete room was far from cold but the girl shivered, tears still flowing. She stood with her arms falling naturally by her sides, for which I was thankful since it allowed me to take in the sight of her pert, well formed breasts and gorgeous little bush on her mons once I stepped in front of her again.

    "You know how this goes," I said. "Do you want to do it the easy way or the hard way?"

    "Easy," she said, looking at the floor, not daring to meet my eyes.

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    >>13885
    I'll confess I don't read much of your stuff Loke, because I'm not really into con. But that was brilliant. Lovely details and observations, and a delicious pathos. Perfect ending too!
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    >>13888

    Thank you! Glad you liked it.

    I generally find noncon more difficult to write, but sometimes inspiration strikes. I need a bit of variety!
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    I really enjoyed it as well
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    Thank you!
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    I want to start a game for writers of any skill level (even someone who's never written before). It involves completing a prompt and then updating it for the next writer. Since multiple writers might answer the same prompt this could branch into several challenges to choose from.

    The idea is that we start with 3 character descriptions. Then comes a set of short writing prompts following the pattern of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

    * The Fuck prompt is something sexual like "blowjob" or "doing it in public". It can be rough but it can't be something that's guro by itself.

    * The Marry prompt is something fluffy or mundane like "cuddling" or "wearing a uniform".

    * The Kill prompt is something guro themed but doesn't need to be fatal. For example "guillotine" or "facial disfigurement".

    To complete the challenge the writer must choose which girl they want to get fucked, which gets married and which gets killed.

    For each girl the writer then quotes the girl's story up to that point (her profile along with any fills). After stating the chosen prompt, like "blowjob", they write her a fill of between 25 and 250 words describing how that works out. The fill can be anything as long as it uses the prompt, so even a marry prompt can have sex and death and you can be equally creative with fuck or kill.

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    To get this going I'm going to describe the initial 3 characters and whoever replies first can decide on the prompt for fuck, marry and kill. As a reminder the prompts should just be a word or a short sentence, not a complete story description. For example this is what a prompt update should look like:

    >> Fuck, Marry, Kill is now...
    >> Try to deepthroat
    >> Received a gift
    >> Burning alive

    Helen

    Helen is a working mother with 2 sons. Blonde and slightly plump with her big mommy boobs she still gets a lot of looks from men. Her boys are the center of her life, especially after her husband cheated on her and left with his younger secretary. She considers herself to be vanilla in the bedroom and sometimes blames that for her husband leaving her. Of course such opinions are always subjective and based on a person's own biases and beliefs.

    Stacy


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    >>16239
    Please help me understand this. Am I supposed to write a story that includes all 3 of the girls or just one of them?
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    The intent was 3 sentences or drabbles, one for each girl.

    So for example you might want to fuck Stacy, marry Helen and kill Gwen. With the example actions I made you'd write a sentence or drabble describing a situation where Stacy tried to deepthroat, a separate one describing Helen receiving a gift (maybe from her sons if that's what you like...) and a final one outlining how Gwen was burned alive.

    You'd then provide a character to replace Gwen and suggest the 3 new actions to pair with Fuck, Marry and Kill.

    I do wonder if this is too ambitious for what's supposed to be a fun game. It could be simplified to writing just one girl at a time. It could also be limited to fanfiction characters, so that they only need to be named instead of requiring a story on their own.

    For a 1 character-at-a-time version of the game we would start with 3 characters and 3 F/M/K actions. The first person picks a character decides if they want to fuck, marry or kill them and writes it using the matching action prompt. The second person does the same but they can't reuse the same character or action as the first. The third person writes the last remaining character and action but gets to choose the next 3 characters/actions.

    Alternatively the action prompt part could be dropped. The game would consist of 3 fanfiction characters and you'd write a simple explanation of how or why you'd fuck, marry or kill them. Then 3 new characters would be suggested.

    Do you think any of this is suitable?
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    Fuck
    Gwen was a flower blooming in the brightest colours of spring. Being well aware of that she found herself in a run down house with a gang of known college delinquents. They were charmed by her childlike innocence and her initial shyness and instantly invited her to their base.
    She spent the entire day there, discarding all and any clothes at the front door in an act of courage. She would be licked all over and humped, kissed and gently cuddled with. At around 12 am she found the courage to insert a buttplug into her anus, arousing her every at every movement henceforth. After many orgasms from her ass and clitoris she fell asleep and awoke in the early evening. The setting sun turned the world in a spectacular orange which made everything calm and beautiful. "Sweet Gwen", the delinquents' leader said, pointing a large knife at the naked child's chest, " you were fun to play with today, yet you are still a virgin. How about I kill you now in this perfect moment, so that it lasts forever?" he asked friendly. " That day may come where you I ask you to butcher me", she said with a calm hapiness, wiping some cum from her face,"but as you said, I'm still a virgin and there are so many things I still want to experience. When I come back tomorrow you may all deflower me in every way possible." And so the girl, the plug was still inside of her, made her way home to experience many more days of the joys of youth. But that is another story.

    Stacy joyfully ran to the front door of the dorm where her package had just arrived. A Hanbok! A traditional Korean Hanbok! She could not contain her excitement and shrieked a bit. She put it on in her room, felt the smooth fabric and felt as pretty as ever before.

    Kill
    Helen has born this world two sons already, but then she divorced. It was considered to leave her be, after all one can always birth new children, but she stubbornly refused new men, after which it was decided that she would serve society best as minced meat in her sons fridge.

    As a replacement for Helen I propose Max Caughtfield from Life is strange.

    I purposefully wrote different lengths so that all writers can use this as a starting point. How was it?
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    The dialog in the first one is very interesting. I'm going to try and use some quotes to split things up.

    >> Fuck Stacy, the Korean-American college student

    Earlier that day Stacy couldn't have imagined herself being this wild. Letting a frat guy whose name she didn't even know fuck her from behind was one thing. Doing it with a bunch of party guests watching and cheering it on was another. And allowing things to go far enough that there was a belt around her neck, rationing her oxygen and leaving her lost in punch drunk euphoria, was something that was quite literally breathtaking.

    >> Marry Max Caughtfield, from Life is Strange

    Holding the photograph Max was back there again. But it wasn't to change her decision. It was to relive that perfect moment again when Chloe's lips met hers in the church.

    >> Kill Gwen, the junior high slut

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    Thought I would repost this here as the original subreddit I wrote it to is gone
    It can be read all together or just pick a Grade read just that!

    Here is some of my art this is based off of: https://www.reddit.com/r/guro/comments/vfgxgu/night_market/

    Enjoy your meal~
    LE4, affectionately known as Lea, is the name of a popular brand of mass produced girl. The original Lea was genetically engineered to perfection before her production began fifteen years ago. She was a tall busty girl spliced with cow genes. Giving her floppy ears and a cute cow tail. Fat sat on her body in all the right places. Her meat was well marbled and triple-D tits were made to be milked. Tight pussy, wide hips, and big round amber eyes have her looking irresistibly delicious. A unique teal colored head of hair set her apart from other brands at the time, and she presented little to no body hair below her eyebrows.

    Lea was designed to be the ideal farm animal. The eggs in her ovaries contain the genetic material to make perfect clone copies when inseminated with a proprietary fluid patented by the company. Any other impregnation attempts will fail, meaning only authorized farms can breed and grow LE4 stock.

    The original Lea was encased alive in epoxy and sits beautifully preserved on display at the corporate office in Cherryville. Alongside her is all their other brands of stock girls, both currently in production and retired. Overall this company provides thirty different brands of livestock, but LE4 has been the most successful.

    When you purchase a 'Farm Fresh' package of girl meat from the supermarket you might get images in mind of happy naked cowgirls out in the sun in green rolling fields. There may even be a picture of a little red barn on the packaging. But the reality is almost all consumer grade meat comes from automated factory farms. LE4 brand livestock are exclusively farmed in this cruel process.

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    Extremely hot!
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    "And now, please welcome to the stage, the second generational genius behind Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs!"

    Applause erupted from the audience as the middle-aged female scientist walked up to the stage at the Central City Science Center, her sky-blue hair and small waist looking amazingly attractive for a woman of her age, the red scarf around her neck and a white croptop that exposed some of her cleavage only exaggerating her youthful appearence, her apple-bottom bouncing in her jeans as she walked to the man who had just introduced her.

    She waved to the crowd as she shook the hands of the owner of the center, the older fat man palms starting to get sweaty in nervousness at meeting the beautiful leading scientist of the world.

    The entire auditorium clapped and cheered for the woman, all except for one man; Dr. Miso, a renowned chemical biologist in his own right, who was sitting there, seething silently in rage and jealousy with his arms crossed. This is the 10th year in a row that Bulma had won the Scientist of the Year award, and his anger was boiling at constantly looking to that arrogant, uppity cunt of a female.

    Miso had always hated women; as a biologist, he had to. He hated how weak they were, how disgusting and abnormal their physiology was, how their only real worth to the world was making babies and from that alone they were worshipped. But not Bulma; she was worshipped for her intelligence, her contributions to the scientific community, contributions that in reality her father, a genius man, was mostly responsible for. At least to Miso, that was the case.

    The renowned female scientist in general was a fraud to him. She had stolen every idea she had ever come up with, and psychologically whipped the men in her life to think she was an actual threat. He'd heard of her husband and how he used to be a proud warrior prince; looking at him now, in the front row tightening the collar of his suit with the rest of her family, you'd be hard-pressed to guess he was ever a conquerer at all.

    Bulma began speaking. "I'd like to thank you all for choosing me as the Scientist of the Year for a full decade!"

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        The constabulary which hired “Edda's Expert Adventuring A-Team” could, if nothing else, take solace in the fact that they had only paid half of their fees up front, and that the other half of the reward money was withheld, and contingent on the success of EEAA.  EEAA had not, in fact, succeeded, and all money paid to them prior to success was now locked away in the very dungeon they had been tasked with clearing, dumped haphazardly in a heap beside their fresh corpses.


    There were four corpses in all, all women and in various states of undress and disfigurement as the victorious goblins ransacked their former belongings for anything of perceived value and squabbled over which body would be served to Gott.  Gott wasn’t a particularly picky eater, but his temper was quick even by the standards of ogres, and his rage was likewise severe.  None dared present him with even a perceived sleight.


    “The large one!  Gott will want the biggest to sate his big hunger!”  One goblin declared, hoisting the meaty and handless arm of the former party’s former fighter.


    “No, stupid!  Gott will want the pretty one!  He likes pretty things!”  A second goblin argued, lifting the limply flopping head of the broken necked witch.


    “No, Gott-” a third Goblin started, grabbing the haft of the arrow jutting from the lithe half-orc rogue’s like a lever and using it to wiggle her head.  He stopped, starred, then squeaked “Gott!” when he saw that Gott had arrived, the lumbering and barely sentient beast having somehow snuck up on them.  The goblins all snapped to attention, dropping whatever loot or body parts they had been holding.

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    What she looks like
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    250 words? tl;dr
    100 words? tl;dr

    How about guro haiku? Three lines. 5 syllables, then 7, then 5. Strictly enforced by nobody.


    I'll go first, on my personal favorite subject.


    Now I am pregnant
    Knife enters my big belly
    I am not pregnant
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    Did you have some dreams?
    The grinder grinds dreams up too
    Feet first, if you please
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    Does tanka count?

    falling in full bloom
    flowers are beautiful
    so are people too
    it is the best if they die
    while they are still just children
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    vagina opens
    ninety nine fireworks inside
    light the fuse and run
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    Her eyes were quite nice
    And very delicious too
    Soon they will be poo
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    Sarah awoke to an uncomfortable nudge. “Argh, quit kicking!”

    “I’m not!” Stephen, her younger brother, replied groggily.

    “Yeah-huh! I felt it on my stomach!”

    “They took apart all our leg joints, how could I have kicked you?”

    “Well SOME part of you moved!”

    Stephen snapped, “You’ve been wiggling around this whole time, and I never complained!”

    “Nuh-uh! I’ve been staying totally still!”

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    I love it. Non-lethal is always best, and this one is quite imaginative.

    Got to wonder if they ever experiment under better conditions.
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    Nice. Reminds me of the Car Fight story from old gurochan. Would love to see more like that.
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    (not OP, but I liked the idea so I wanted to add to it.)

    Sarah had woken up before Stephen, still stuck in pieces inside of their dark travel case. There was no way to tell time, so she had no clue how close they were to their destination... but she also couldn't go back to sleep. She had too much energy to truly rest again, and it was hard when she remembered the fluids unfortunately pooled at the bottom of their case.

    Sarah decided to at least try stretching her disembodied parts. That was short-lived when she quickly remembered that she was stuck in there with the pieces of her sleeping brother. But one part caught her attention: her hand had brushed against something warm and spongy.

    "Wha..." Sarah quietly mused as she prodded the object. Whatever it was slowly moved away before returning to her finger, like a balloon... a lung. She took a deep breath and held it for a moment, the fact the lung in question deflated while she did this confirmed to her it was Stephen's. Upon this discovery, her curiosity as well as her blaming him for the mess they're swimming in influenced her decision to investigate further.

    She managed to drag her hand in the limited space it had, just enough to poke Stephen's other lung. She shoved a finger between them and felt the warmth of flesh and bones telling her that she had entered his chest cavity. Now that she gathered her bearings with her hand, she then moved it forward until...

    Her finger landed on something new. It was warmer, firmer but still a bit squishy, and it moved in a slow yet constant rhythm: She had found Stephen's heart, slowly and peacefully beating.

    Sarah felt her own heart skip a beat somewhere above her head as she quickly reached out and held her brother's heart. Her cheeks flushed red and her lungs were heaving with deep breaths, her head now filled to the brim with different thoughts. Meanwhile her hand gently held Stephen's vital pump in her hand, lightly stroking it with her thumb. She could feel every chamber contract as well as his warm blood pushing through each of them. Sarah was desperately hoping that her heart thrashing wouldn't wake him up.

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    surrealist gem
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    Funny you said that, because it's probably the same author. I found Mr. Bones on pixiv, and they have both this story and Car Fight (though not the fan chapters) in their profile.
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    This site isn't nearly what it used to be, anywhere else to go for the stories? they were the best part.
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    Make some and post them here. Go on
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    AO3?
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    What us AO3?
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    archiveofourown.org
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    Здесь я публикую большинство своих историй=
    https://archiveofourown.org/users/georgiy901/works
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    can take suggestions, though i'll only take anything relating to Touhou, Guilty Gear or Cookie☆ (if you know what that is, congrats)

    though don't expect me to do them at any point, i only write occasionally for fun
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    "...BLLUUUH!!!" Paracelsus awakes; unable to see or move, but deeply aware of the familiar smell of steel, chemicals and blood.
    "Dear..." A low voice was heard. "You escaped again..."
    Paracelsus yelped. "I was so worried about you dear... That someone could take you away..." Paracelsus could feel a cold hand touch his side. "But now... you won't be able to leave my side..." Paracelsus gulped as her hands moved up his neck. The blindfold was removed from Paracelsus' head, and a red haired woman was staring at him with crazed green eyes. "Gaaahhh!" he screamed at the woman. "ABA! Y-y-you seem a lot more... excited?" he stuttered nervously. "It's just that... You've been running away so many times... But don't worry, I still love you." ABA said as she pulled down Paracelsus' pants. While this wasn't the first time Paracelsus was forced to be naked (ABA ensured that with "mandatory" laundry despite each of them only having a single set of clothes), but this was the first time he could do nothing to stop ABA's sexual advances. She was feeling his dick against her face, rubbing it slowly with her hands and cheek. Paracelsus was by no means comfortable, but the sensation was... odd. ABA put his dick in her mouth, the inside of her mouth was cold, the only slight warmth was from her reddened cheeks. It was his first blowjob, and it didn't take long for him to cum. It was strange, did it feel... good? No, no, no, what was he thinking!? He needed to escape this crazy woman, Paracelsus thought. He had to think of a plan, a plan!
    "ABA, d-dear." Paracelsus said with heavy reluctance and a crooked smile. "Yes, honey...?" ABA replied looking up from his cock. "How about a... F-French kiss?" Paracelsus hesitated but said in the tone of an apologetic office worker. ABA stared blankly at him for a moment, but suddenly lightened up "You're willing to do that? ... That makes me very happy~!" ABA rose slowly like a snake, prepared to give Paracelsus a kiss. When suddenly, he bit down hard on ABA's tongue, her blood going into his system. "D-d-domestic Abuse!" ABA shouted while on the ground trying to heal her bleeding tongue.
    Paracelsus began to feel changes, his usually scrawny body growing bulkier and ram horns grew from the side of his head. It was a gamble, but it worked. Paracelsus broke the chains that held him in the chair, and despite him being the most dangerous thing in the room at the moment and the fact that he has bit the tip of her tongue, ABA seemingly was only

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    https://docs.google.com/document/d/10120C_0Fvp_APtFk24iJq20JbUc6z8lr5smHHFfCKDM/edit

    here's the link for the story for easier reading
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    What if Bridget's native villiage found his secret and hanged him in the nude?
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    Marz and Taisa gets murdered in a Pokemon Safari

    https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fIoVlvwnSDxFzSBDIrdGzNIkoktraTzcM2XHPst36X8/edit
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    I wrote this (complete) story a little over a year ago and posted it to ao3, /r/guroerotica and the dark spot. It just occurred to me I should post it here as well.

    Unlike many, I prefer to have a vaguely plausible justification for the extreme debauchery, so there's a bit of world-building early in the story before it really gets going. Feel free to skip over that part if you want to get to the good stuff.

    Enjoy.

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    Burned on the Stake
    Phrasing is important.

    Consider the phrase: "cruel and unusual." The key word is, of course, 'and.' For a punishment to be cruel and unusual it must be both. Surely, if several other nations have adopted a certain type of punishment as standard practice, it was not all that unusual, even if it was cruel.


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    Candace was about to die and she desperately had to pee.

    She had to poop, too. Only, she couldn't. Literally. She was now incapable of exercising those normal bodily functions.

    That's what Phillip meant when he mentioned getting her "prepped and plugged." He explained that dying people reflexively urinated and defecated and the United States government had decided that wasn't something they wanted to include as part of their execution broadcasts. Somehow her exposed naked body, her dying shrieks, and her horrific death were perfectly acceptable viewing material. Yet, they drew the line at pee and poop.

    So, in the prep room, they'd strapped her to a gyno chair, and then squeezed a type of liquid foam up into her butt and up through a catheter they inserted into her bladder. The catheter was quickly pulled out, but the foam remained. It went in as a liquid and then quickly dried to a foam-like consistency that would serve as a plug to prevent any excretion during the execution.

    The foam also expanded as it dried and solidified, filling her to the point where it felt like she would burst. As Candace walked to the death chamber, she soon had to pee worse than she ever had in her life. However, no matter how she tried, and reflexively squeezed her muscles down there, nothing would come out.

    "I know it's uncomfortable," Phillip told her. "But look at it this way: Soon, it won't matter."

    That did not make her feel any better. Nevertheless, she said nothing, trying to refrain from squirming too obviously at the intense sensation of her full bladder and equally full rectum.

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    At first, Candace felt nothing.

    Then she felt mild warmth, as she moved her free hands and legs, bending and stretching experimentally, trying to find a way to squeeze herself off the pole.

    Unsurprisingly, she was quite stuck. This was a Federal execution. The people that build the stake knew their business.

    Soon, the metal filling her wasn't merely warm. It was hot. She gasped at the fiery sensation. She bucked her hips, kicked her legs up as hard as she could to get away from the rapidly intensifying heat, to find any possible way to squeeze herself off the dildo.

    Candace tried grabbing the pole with her hands, but not only did she have trouble finding a grip on the smooth surface of the metal, it had became hot enough that it hurt to hold on for any length of time.

    And then the heat between her legs began to move beyond the realm of anything tolerable. It hurt. It burned.

    She screamed.

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    That's a seriously well done story. The setting, the characters, and your writing style are top notch. Good work!
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    Looks like you prefer to write stories with quite some substance :)
    looks like you are familiar with red pill ideas too :)
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    Oh I love this so much - new snuff fantasy unlocked! There aren't nearly enough slow, agonising deaths like that on this site.
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