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    >This story was written for an anonymous commissioner.
    >It is fully written, at 29,000 words, and will be posted in parts.
    >Each part will have more specific content tags in the subject line.

    “Without a doubt, it was some of the most fun I’ve had in my entire life, and I like to think I lead a pretty exciting life.”

    The reporter blinked, her lipsticked mouth hanging open in a slight gape. Her grip tightened around the long handle of her microphone, shaking slightly, but she didn’t pull it back or think to interrupt, and John’s grin only grew wider.

    “The last one begged me to live,” he continued. He spoke casually but with energy, like a father recounting an old story. “She told me she’d do anything, you know. Offered to suck me off every morning, clean my ass with her tongue, even cook breakfast and dinner! I told her I’d let her go if she could get me off three times in one hour, and you know what? She did!”

    The reporter licked her lips. She glanced towards the camera uncertainly. “And then…?”

    “Then I slit her throat and fucked the hole.”

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    A heavy silence hung in the air. Isabella had leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms under her breasts and tapping a finger irritably.

    John arched a brow. A few seconds passed. “Nothing to say, detective?”

    She didn’t answer him. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was getting under her skin, and yet she was painfully aware of just how obvious it was anyways. It was all she could do but breathe in deep and close her eyes, thinking of how it would all be worth it once this smug asshole got locked up for life.

    Rachel stepped up behind her, laying a hand on her shoulder and giving it a supportive squeeze. Isabella couldn’t help but lean into the touch, closing her eyes.

    “How sweet,” John mused. “Do you ever wonder how nice it is, that we live in a society where such affections can be openly displayed?”

    “What do you mean?” Rachel asked. Isabella pursed her lips. Her partner should’ve known better than to take his bait.

    “I’m sure you remember what it was like back before dykes like yourselves were more normalized.” He smirked, tilting his head as if he thought he was cute. “How long ago was it the Supreme Court legalized gay marriage?”

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    >>15609
    More, please :)
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    John sat cuffed to the chair in silence, his head held high and his legs casually spread, still displaying the erection trapped in his pants. He met Isabella’s cold stare with a lopsided grin.

    Perhaps a minute passed in silence, broken only by the quiet ticking of the clock high on the wall. Finally Isabella spoke. “Is that it?”

    “Hm?” John arched his brow. “Is what it?”

    “You’ve refused to shut up since we cuffed you to that chair,” Isabella said. “When did you learn that those two women’s bodies were found?”

    “Bodies?” John pouted and cocked his head innocently. “They were alive the last time I saw them.”

    “You locked them in a trunk and buried them alive.”

    “Alive, yes. Maybe they got out.”

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    The door creaked open with a plaintive squeal. Rachel bit her lip, poking her head into the dark room that Isabella was doomed to spend the rest of her life in.

    She was kneeling limply, head down, the sweat of her first rape still gleaming on her tanned skin. It was the middle of summertime, and though the rest of the cabin was well-ventilated with open windows and fans, the storage room Isabella was locked in had only a single window, firmly shut, locked, and curtained. It became a stuffy, choking hotbox in the day.

    John was sound asleep in the bedroom, his belly full and his balls drained by Rachel’s diligent service, and that meant she had some time to herself to play with their new toy. He wouldn’t mind, she was sure, as long as she didn’t break anything.

    Rachel shut the door behind her with a gentle bump of her rear. John’s cum was still warm in her womb from their post-dinner lovemaking, thick dollops occasionally sliding down the inside of her thigh when she moved. She leaned down in front of Isabella’s kneeling form, inspecting her.

    Isabella never wore much makeup, but there was enough to form ugly black trails over her cheeks from her tears. A band of ugly purple circled her slender neck, and bloodstains still marred her back. Her wrists were chained above her, the fingers of one hand broken and crumpled.

    “Psst.” Rachel pressed her lips against Isabella’s forehead, licking the salty sweat from her skin. “Time to wake up.”

    “Nnngh.” Isabella groaned, pulling weakly away. “R-Rachel?”

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    And that's it! I realize now that I forgot to put my name on that last post, but whatever. This was a fun one to write. If you're interested in getting your own story written, you can contact me on reddit.
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    This little girl is so cute and shy. Her big blue eyes look at the executioner waiting for instructions. Even if she is dying of shame for being completely naked, she do her best to stand to the crowd. Her pink nipples and soft pussy are seen by everyone, but she will not be a wife anyway

    She is shivering and sobbing, but she is determinated to die with honor. Her short silky hair is tied in twintails with blue bows so her little neck is completely exposed to the sword. Her hands are tied up in her back, she close them tightly while trying to calm down.

    Her feet are free, but she will not try to escape. She has accepted to be executed and is waiting for it. Around the scaffold, hundred of people of the town has gathered to witness her last minutes of life. Of course, people appreciate her youth, beauty and courage, but no one protest her fate, not even her family.

    The executioner is tall and strong. This makes the little girl to look even more small and defenseless to his side. She is looking at him, but he is looking at the town's judge. He assents, so the executioner look at the girl, straight to her beautiful expecting eyes, and then he points down, in a gesture the she understands.

    she calmly kneels, sitting on her ankles, while she has her back straight and her head high. She look at the executioner again, but he is not there. suddenly all the chatteris silent. She can only hear her own upbeated heart and breathing. She then knows he is behind him, holding the sword.

    -I'm ready... please dispatch me quickly - her voice is very cute but full of bravery and even challenging

    -Are those your last words? - The executioner is holding the sword high, ready to strike her neck from the right side.

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    A wondeful story. Thank you so much for posting it.
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    aww, that was extremely cute, I hope you write more stories.
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    Nice story. I hope you keep writing.
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    "Stop Fussing" (No-Sex Loli Incest Snuff Murder Betrayal)

    1. This is my very first attempt at writing a story of this nature (originally posted on Ravishment University some time ago). I don't know if I am any good at it. Emotional and psychological abuse, betrayal, and questionable parental morality (in fiction) appeals heavily to me, so my story dwells more on that than on any kind of sex.

    2. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, loli) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

    3. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and lolis engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

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    "Stop your fussing!" my wife Julie chastized our crying daughter Krissy. "Pack up your things!"

    Krissy had just gotten back from school when her mother politely asked her to start packing. The 11 year old immediately started balling her eyes out. I had to retreat to my home office, but could clearly hear all the commotion as our daughter was having her fit. Julie was better suited to taking care of tantrums than I ever was.

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    No.23232 [Report]
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    This is an amazing story
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    If you are looking for a suggestion for another parent killing kids story I have a idea. In the 1600s in maccetuctets there was a law passed called the stubborn child law that said that rebellious children could legally be given up to be hanged by their parents. I've always wanted to see a story based on this with a mix of girls and boys being hung because of this
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    Wonderful work! I like the way you leave any sexy thoughts to the reader's imagination. It's a drag when I have a sexy idea and the author goes in a different direction.
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    "Where's Clara?" (Incest Snuff Loli Guro Cannibalism)

    1. This is an unofficial, unauthorized, non-canon (fandom) sequel to Quivering Flesh’s 2004 “But Why Me Mommy?” as published on Asstr.org. I own no rights to the characters in this story, and invite Quivering Flesh to contact me if they would prefer the story be removed or revised.

    2. Despite earnest attempts to pay homage to Quivering Flesh’s style, this story is dialogue heavy and, compared to “But Why Me Mommy?”, light on sexual details.

    3. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, loli) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

    4. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and lolis engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

    5. If you have not already, you are encouraged to read “But Why Me Mommy?” by Quivering Flesh before reading this story, but that is not strictly necessary. You might also read “But Why Me Mommy?” afterwards as a “flashback” by the narrator. “But Why Me Mommy?” can be read here: https://asstr.org/files/Authors/quivering_flesh/But%20Why%20Me%20Mommy%20(MFg%20pedo%20incest%20torture%20snuff).txt

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    Monica and I had spent years grooming Clara, starting just after the new parents came back from the hospital with our firstborn. We have never been overtly sexual with Nancy, as Clara provided us with more than enough entertainment. This manifested itself in many ways, including the personalities of the two girls. Whereas Clara was reserved and lacked self-confidence from when she was a toddler, Nancy was an active spitfire full of bubbly life. This more than likely had to do with the regular spanking, later flogging sessions, we had with Clara after slipping sleeping pills into Nancy’s milk.

    The plan was for us to start Nancy out formally when she turned 9 years old, even though we have been trying to teach her basic human anatomy as any responsible parents would. But this morning’s over-excitement had sped up our timeline. Monica promised me years ago that I would be the one to relieve Clara of her virginity. As her father, that was my right, just like Monica’s own father was her first. And while torture had always been on our agenda with our daughter, we didn’t quite fully plan to end her life. The scene from only a few hours ago played over in my mind again:

    “You promised I could have her. Have her cunt I mean,” I told Monica as she lined up her strap-on with Clara’s cunt.

    “I want her. You can have the next one,” she replied, almost breathless from excitement.

    “Nancy?”

    Her suggestion surprised me. We were still two years away from when we agreed to start grooming our second daughter, but this morning’s festivities clearly showed we cannot stick to a simple plan.

    “Yes,” she said, almost dismissively as she readied herself to thrust into the terrified, abused girl.

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    (this part is exposition heavy because it’s a world I want to write in more, I have a ton of ideas for it. It’s more interesting to me than more generic worlds because it does have a bit more structure and conflict. I don’t plan to lose interest in it, I have other sections half written. Let me know what you think as I go along. :) )
    Introduction- snuff, dubcon/ soft noncon, shooting (other methods coming).
    In the future, fertility rates have gone haywire. Women can still get pregnant, but natural pregnancies are rare and most women are cloned, because men are rare. Men are not ‘uncommon’ where a college might only have one or two. They were -rare-. India has four, China has four, the US has 3, many countries have a single man, or none at all. These men are added to the list of celebrities, most of them were as well known as major actors. Women are more numerous than ever before, they hold the jobs, they are the politicians, the President of the United States has been a woman every year for over a century. Every store, every bank, all owned by women, and men still held the power.
    Men didn’t work, laws didn’t apply to them, they didn’t use money, and they were obeyed. They weren’t seen as the other side of the same species, they were seen as gods. Male births only came from natural births, to be fucked by a man was a huge honor, to get pregnant by him was a point of pride that would carry through a lifetime. Even by a man, the odds of a male baby were exceptionally low, and the woman who gave birth to a boy was a superstar, people would ask for her autograph decades later.
    It was into this world that Jacob Murray had been born. He was raised to be aware of how special he was. He watched the news, he knew that there were too many people in the world, overpopulation was causing problems, but he was raised by a kind mother she never told him no, he was never refused anything that wouldn’t put him in danger, but she tried to teach him that he had virtually unlimited influence in the world and he should try to use that to make it a better place. Hedonism and cruelty on smaller scales were fine and expected of him, but she tried to teach him to spare a thought for bigger picture issues, fixing problems.
    Of course, in a world this odd, that meant something different to him that it once might have.
    He was walking down the street in a new town one night, whistling and smiling under the clear, starry sky. It was a nice spring evening and he was looking around. Like most men, he didn’t have one home that was his, he was welcome to stay in any home he liked, wherever he happened to be when he felt like it, by law. It was customary to establish sort of a home base when he came to a town, but he had just driven in and was seeing what fun stuff they had to do.
    He heard what sounded like crying and pleading and went to investigate. There were two women on the next street, one was probably 40, very pretty and still in excellent shape, while the other was a teenage punk, skinny and pale with dyed black hair and several piercings. The punk was holding the woman at gunpoint, her hand shaking, but her eyes hard. The woman pleaded “Please, please don’t do this! I can give you money. Please, I have a family waiting at home.” she looked so frightened.
    The young punk didn’t lower the gun “It’s nothing personal, I have nowhere to go, I have no options but joining the gang, and they won’t let me unless I prove loyalty.”
    Jacob stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Good evening ladies.” Both jumped, turning to him and staring in shock. “You’re…you’re Jacob Murray” the young punk said in awe. The older woman had seemingly forgotten her danger. Most women went their entire life without ever seeing a real man in person. Jacob nodded “I am, see?” He unzipped and dropped his pants, both were more amazed at the sight of a real cock than they would have been if he had been packing a gold bar in his pants instead. Years of conditioning and indoctrination kicked in and both girls were struck by an urge to touch and worship it, and him in general.
    Jacob smiled and looked pointedly at the gun. “Now that isn’t very nice, is it?” The would be killer lowered her hands. “I’m sorry sir..there’s just so many women, not enough jobs….I got desperate.”
    He nodded “I understand. The world isn’t a perfect place.” He held out a hand “Give it to me.” She handed him the weapon without hesitation, the idea of disobeying never crossed her mind. He smiled “Good girl” her cheeks flushed red and her belly felt warm at the praise. He continued “Now get on your knees, I’m going to shoot you in the head, for being mean and to start fixing the overpopulation.”
    The red flush in her cheeks drained immediately and the girl paled. “Sir? Please sir….can’t I just leave? Please?” She looked as frightened as the older woman had a couple minutes earlier.

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    Let me know if people are liking this :)
    PART 4
    Over the next two days, Jacob explored the town, he broke up 3 fights and a robbery, leaving at least one corpse at each scene, and word spread that he had come to town. He walked into the high school and fucked a girl at random, right there in her class. He had fucked Amy sideways when she had spoken up, and given Ella a nice hard spanking when she mentioned being interested in the kink.
    He also tried to do more general good. He got on television, just observing that it was getting cold to be on the streets, and that people were hungry. Within two hours of that short appearance, every soup kitchen was stocked and every homeless person had been taken in. It was so easy, all people needed to do the right thing was know that a man wanted it. The graffiti was covered, litter cleared up, and with a camera there to watch, he went up to the 40th floor of a building downtown and tossed the owner of a bank with some very predatory practices from her office to the street far below. Some of the women who had seen more of the world had seen a man before, but he was quickly becoming their favorite. More than once he sighed an ar or collarbone and the woman had it as a tattoo in hours.
    He had a nice time with his host family, he was good to them. All of them were polite, but Mandy still seemed withdrawn. It wasn’t hard to figure it out, he talked to the mothers, he knew how insecure she felt.
    So it was that on his fourth night with them, after dinner, he spoke up. “Mandy, if you don’t have other plans, I’d like for you to spend the night with me.” There was a half second pause, then the bowl Mandy had been holding fell to the floor and shattered. She turned back to face him and stammered “Me…me? Are you sure sir? It sounded like you had fun with Amy two nights ago.” He nodded “Oh I absolutely did. But we haven’t hardly had more than a few words between just the two of us. Unless you would rather not?”
    Poor Mandy, she had so much anxiety about this new situation. Truth be told, part of her WOULD rather not….of course, that wasn’t actually socially acceptable, no matter how upset she would be when he probably got her undressed and would definitely be disappointed that she wasn’t secretly hot. “N….no sir, that sounds wonderful.” she half mumbled. Jacob smiled, oh he was going to have his fun. “Great! It’s settled them, Ella and Amy can share and you can join me.”
    A short time later, when the last beer or cocoa was finished, the group split up, and Mandy followed Jacob. He closed the door and sat on Ella’s bed. He knew perfectly well what was the root of her concerns, but he decided to play along. He saw real potential for her to be special. “I can’t figure it out Mandy, so explain it to me” he kept his voice very casual, like he was asking about her favorite flavor of ice cream. “Are you just afraid of me, or do you actually dislike me? I know when I’m being avoided.”
    Her eyes went wide “Oh no sir! Nothing like that!....” She blushed deep red and took out her phone, turning it to him, her screen background was him fucking her mother. “I’m a huge fan, i have been for years” she admitted. “My moms even called me Mandy because ‘man’ is in it, we were just raised very devoted.” Jacob nodded, similar names were quite popular.
    She continued, “Obviously I never thought I would meet you, and it was so exciting when it happened…but I’m not hot like Amy or little kid cute like Ella….I just figured trying to avoid being in this position was the easiest way to avoid disappointing you.” She looked at the sheets in shame.
    Jacob touched her cheek so she looked up at him. “So you’ve got small boobs? Almost flat?”
    “Yes sir.”
    “Small and not really toned ass?”

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    I'm absolutely loving it!
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    It's not a novel concept, but I think it's well written! Only light guro but makes for a fun read. I'd love to see more.
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    @rigel

    it's not a super original concept, but I tried to make it one where I could include some things we don't usually see on sites like this. Now that the world is established and we know the characters, the next section will hopefully do that, and I do plan to turn up the violence. Thanks for the input, I absolutely read every comment and take it into account :)
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    I cut this one way down from what I was originally going to have in it because it was getting pretty long. The next bit is already half written


    PART 5
    Mandy was back at college, with her study group before a class, cramming for a test. It had been two days since Jacob took her virginity, he had fucked her several more times since then making it clear that she and Andrea were his favorites, and Mandy was just on top of the world. She was so happy, it was hard to focus on anything else, her mind kept drifting from the numbers on the page to her daydreams of the man who had gotten rougher with her after that incredibly emotional first time, who had now used all of her holes, and who just last night had given her the dog collar that now wrapped around her throat, she fingered it with a smile, she was well and truly marked as his property. The only man for hundreds of miles in any direction and the quiet, curveless nerd with only a few friends was HIS.
    Of course, she hadn’t gotten all of his attention, others had shown up at his invitation, he had killed a couple, and ‘invited’ a few more to stay. He had established himself in this place, gotten out, met the people and let them love him, and now he was going to make the area less crowded, just like he promised. It wasn’t ideal for the people being culled, but the rest would have a higher quality of life when things settled down.
    “Mandy, Mandy are you still with us?” Raven shook Mandy out of her super erotic daydream, the heavyset black girl smirking “Look, I’m as jealous of you as anyone, and after this test I’m going to want to come over there and meet him for myself, but this is the midterm, it’s a lot of points and I don’t think any of us are ready for it. Come on, focus and let’s get this done, THEN you can think about getting fucked until the bed breaks.” Angie giggled, she was a tiny redhead with short hair, big glasses, and a cute face usually seen with a smile on it, she was 25, the oldest of their group, and still absolutely adorable, she loved laughing at the dirty jokes, and tried to make her own but she kept blushing at the punchline.
    Mandy smiled at her friends. “You know, you really should come over and meet him, once he leaves town, you might never get another chance to see a man in person.”
    Raven and Angie looked at each other. Raven spoke up “Isn’t it true that he’s…killing? It seems awfully risky.” Mandy shrugged “It’s true. He might kill you, or me, and that stays true if you don’t come meet him and he just lights your building on fire with everyone inside, or if it happens at the store. He might run you over in a car as you cross the street. This city is too crowded, right? Too many people, not enough jobs?” Angie hesitated, then nodded.
    Mandy looked at Raven “He’s being careful about who he kills most of the time, the people who will rebuild are mostly safe. Won’t it be nice to not have to be extremely overqualified just to get a job when we graduate?” Raven nodded. Mandy was a true believer, she pressed on “What he’s doing isn’t pretty, but it’s essential work, and he’s so nice, it’s not torture like Lief Raymond over in Italy. There’s nowhere you are really safe, unless you hide from him. Would you really do that? Hide from a man? The only thing that changes is I introduce you in a more personal setting.”
    Raven and Angie looked at each other, thinking about it. “It….would be really cool to meet a man” Angie said quietly. “And he’s SO handsome in the pictures”. “He’s so much better in real life” Mandy promised “Like, looking at a picture of chocolate versus actually having some in front of you, and the only person who has asked him and not gotten fucked is Ella, he said she’s not quite ready, anyone else who asks gets fucked with a real cock, it’s SO much better than any toy, because it comes with him.”
    In the end, Mandy won them over, but they still had a test to take, so it was decided that they would come by tomorrow. Mandy was having a lot of trouble staying focused, thinking about what wonderful things Jacob might do to her later, but she hoped she still did well on the test. When they were done, she said goodbye and the headed to her apartment, Mandy unlocked the door. Sometimes she still slipped into ‘sir’ but Jacob had told her that he liked her too much for them to be formal, so she called “Moms, Jacob, I’m back!”
    It didn’t take a genius to figure out where they were, they followed the sounds of grunting and panting and slapping flesh, finding Jacob balls deep in Amy, sitting on the couch as she bounced up and down, her large breasts bouncing and heaving and she bounced up and down on his shaft, arms around him. They weren’t kissing, Jacob kissed sometimes, but of them that seemed to mostly be for Mandy and Andrea, he was squeezing her wide ass and biting at her neck and collarbone. Amy had some bruises on her belly, which were explained a moment later when Jacob drew back his hand and punched her with a closed fist. Mandy looked shocked as her curvy sister let out a loud ‘OOF’ and slowed down for a moment. She looked at her big sister as she got back up to speed, riding for all she was worth.

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    Wanting to grease my writing gears. Basically I need some guro kinks for a story I want to write. Origunally was an RP scenerio I wanted to do, but I get bored with that pretty easy soo I'd rather just write it myself. Warning that the sub involved is anthro/furry since I don't really use human characters.

    Prompt is: My character is a prostitute. The buyer has an hour to do what they want with them. Anything goes.

    Other details:
    -will probably be mxm
    -the buyer will probably be a generic human male (unless you'd like to fill in those details too)

    Any kinks are alright but death is not intended to be the final result so nothing that would directly lead to death/extreme kinks.
    Oh yeah and I'm pretty literate, so it'll be nice and descriptive.
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    asphyxiation until unconsciousness with subsequent revival

    needle play

    object insertion
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    gutting, but make it slow :)
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    Arch the boy's back and tie his ankles to his neck so the tension in his body strangles him. Man periodically supports the boy's body to give him a chance to breathe and rest his muscles.

    Electrocution while still tied up like that, so the spasming of his body also strangles him.

    Insertion of objects into the anus, urethra.

    Removal of fingernails.

    Ring gag + forced fellatio while still arched. "You won't get another rest until you've made me cum."

    Lemon juice on his eyes.

    Anal insertion of a large dildo covered in hard-drying adhesive . Allowing the adhesive to dry, sealing the boy's anus. Boy will need to go to the hospital to get it removed. Dildo created from a mold of the man's own cock.

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    Erotic asphyxiation? That tends to lead to death without it being intended
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    at the very least expose his beating heart
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    A story I wrote a long time ago. Upon rereading, I thought it might be suitable to post here. I've mostly moved on from this type of writing and from violence in general, but perhaps this story can still be enjoyed here.

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    The warm dirt squished between Rin's toes, and she smiled gleefully as she frollicked through her jungle home with exeptional agility. The cat-girl was no beginner when it came to dodging branches and swining from vines, but as the youngest neko in her tribe she still had much to learn.
    Rin was a short, beatiful neko of about 15 years, with short blue hair, large blue ears, and with eyes like the bright afternoon sky; calm, blue spheres without grief or worry. As was tradition in her tribe, Rin was completely nude except for her fuzzy ears and long blue tail that whipped to and fro as she ran. Her body was fine and rounded, with a small but plump buttocks and a pair of small, pale, perky breasts. Her skin was white and unmarred, and her face was lovelier than most other nekos.
    The jungle around her was thick and dark with enormous trees that towered high above her and hid the bright sky above. Wildly coloured birds perched on tree branches above various apes and mammals while the vivpers lay on their bellies beneath leaves, waiting for their prey to show themselves. Even deeper in the jungle were vicious beasts who only came out at night to hunt. None of these seemed to concern the neko who continued her run, though. Such creatures were no threat to her or her tribe.
    After a few hours of exploring, Rin decided to return home to her tribe. It only took her a few moments, and when she arrived she made her way to a small den in the ground she called home. She crawled into it and curled up. Purring softly, she began to fall asleep and dream of more wild adventures...
    "Rin!" A beastial shout echoed outside of her den and Rin was startled from her slumber. "Get out here now!" The shaken young neko made her way out of the den. She crawled slowly, her head down and her mouth fixed in a frown.
    "Y-yes daddy?" She stuttered as she finally made it outside. Before her stood a 7 foot tall beast of a man, with ears twice as large as Rin's and a thick black mane around his face. His body was lean and heavily muscled, and between his legs hung an enormous length that Rin had long admired. As usual, her gaze moved first to his enormous manhood, then up his finely chizeled abs and over his soft and furry chest, then up to the rugged, manly face which belonged to her father.
    "Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you." He said sternly, but with a hint of compassion in his voice. Rin looked up at him and choked on her words. "Don't tell me you were running through the jungle alone again. I've told you hundreds of times! There are vicious beasts out there that will devour you whole! I can't protect you when you don't tell me where you're going!"
    Rin's eyes began to water, and she jumped up and wrapped her arms around her father, pressing her naked body against his. "I'm so sorry daddy! I won't do it again, I promise!" She pressed her belly against his penis and she could feel it getting erect against her. Her father began stroking her hair softly.


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    The man was unassuming, 5’ 10”, brown eyes and hair, normal build. But he was hired for a very specific job. In his hands he held a device that significant money had been invested. It released a series of flashing lights that instantly hypnotized whoever it was directed at, taking away all willpower such that the victims had to do whatever they were told. But the investors had very specific demands, and he was setting out to fulfill them. To make sure he met what was stipulated, he set out at a local beach so he could best assess whether the targets met requirements. He evaluated what he saw, but it was still several hours until he finally found what he needed. A woman, who looked to be in her thirties, was sunning herself while two girls, presumedly her daughters, were building a sand castle beside her. Smiling to himself he confidently strode up. “Excuse me…” and when the three of them looked up he immediately turned on the device, lights flashing in their eyes and seeing them glaze over. Looking around to ensure they were far enough away from others on the beach he returned his gaze to the three subjects.

    “Tell me your names and ages, oldest to youngest” he ordered. “Mari, 41” the mother replied. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. The woman obviously had taken care of herself, her breasts large in her one piece black swimsuit but body slim and looking closer to 30 than 40. Her brown hair was just past her shoulders, her eyes green as she looked up at him. His orders were for a mom in her twenties or thirties, but he decided that she fulfilled the intent of the orders. “Ava, 9” the older daughter replied. He smiled, she was perfect. Her dirty blonde hair was in a bob, her eyes blue, but she was obviously in great shape. She wore a sporty bikini, the lines of muscles on her tummy faintly visible, her ass exceptionally round and muscular. She defiantly met what was defined. “Morgan, 6”. The youngest replied as his eyes shifted to her. She also had dirty blonde hair, though it was longer and slightly curly and her glasses magnified her blue eyes. Her body was not as fit as her sister but still slim, and her slightly too small purple one piece swimsuit hinted at a very chubby pussy.

    “You will come with me” he said, turning and walking to the van parked a little ways away. Leaving their belongings the three sun jests followed him immediately, getting in the van and settling in the back. He drove off, confident he wouldn’t be pulled over due to the investors

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    The emcee moves closer as the crowd shouts, amd I’m some cases outright argues, as to how the food needs to be prepared. As he smiles and circles the girls, he watches as the one buried in mommy suddenly tenses up, obviously cumming inside the mature woman just as hips twin floods the younger girls uterus. As the boys recover, he hears a distinctive growl from ones tummy

    “Oh dear, I think we’ve neglected our performers. If you don’t mind a quick pause, Mari, straighten up.” The woman moves up unsteadily, her body betraying her arousal from her use. Flashing the lights in front of her again, just to be sure “you should be ashamed,, using those young boys for your pleasure. It’s obvious you enjoyed them, yet you leave them hungry…”

    Maris face contours from blank to abject sorrow, tears flooding her eyes as the man continues. “But you’re a mother, you can feed them from your breasts..,you just need a lilttle help to get the milk flowing…”. With that he produces a small set of snips, quickly taking off the very tips of maris sensitive nipples. She jerks involuntarily, amd then the blood starts flowing. “Feed the boys.land heck, Ava too…” as he gives a meaningful look to the young twins.

    They know the requirements, and terrified they may be the stars of the next show, each takes a bleeding nipple in their mouth, drinking the blood. Ava nestles between them, taking a turn as well on each nipple, when the crowd starts getting rowdy “eat it!” One of the boys trembles, but then bites down as Mari cries out. The nipple and mammaries tear as he works through the woman’s screams, her skin giving way as yellow fat starts being exposed as his brother doses the same, each chewing amd swallowing the swollen milk factories. Quickly, stage hands come in with blowtorches, cauterizing the wounds as Mari sobs, the hypnosis not enough to block the pain from being partially eaten alive, both nipples now sent to the boys tummies to slowly digest.

    “And now the results of the vote..bird in bird, with mommy stuffed in Avas’s tummy!” He announces with a wicked grin, and even more devices rolled out to assist the preparation.
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    >mommy stuffed in Avas’s tummy!
    That looks good.
    And her performance also was good :)
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    “Mom…why don’t u come and lie on this table?” The emcee asks, seemingly sympathetic as the middle aged woman seems weak. She stumbles over, obviously in shock as her breasts had been eaten alive and then burned in stumps. She is quickly strapped down, looking at the bright lights of the ceiling as the man continues. “Well obviously she’s too big to actually stiff in her daughter, but fear not! We have cleaned our little bird earlier, inside and out, so no nasty grossness is left inside her. As for the volume,,,well we just need to choose her best meat…in this case her thighs and…well her rump…everything else, well let’s just say our guard dogs will be happy”

    With that Mari is strapped into place, bindings along the length of her body when suddenly a huge electric saw is unveiled. As it turns on, the blade glows bright red, heating up as it spins. The emcee almost giggles as he brings it down just above her kneecap, Maris screams filling the room. No amount of hypnosis can mask the pain as her calf is separated from her moody, the saw sealing the wound and the smell of cooked meat replacing the blood when it cauterized the flesh

    Soon both calves are removed and more equipment is brought forth. Hooks are quickly impaled on the whimpering woman’s wrists and she is quickly raised. “Now our specialty grinder, pressure sensitive to separate meat from bone! Amd remember, her insides have been cleaned!” As the mom is dangled over the gaping maw of the grinder brought out, a tray under to receive her meat. The machine starts and she manages to look down, seeing the complex array of gears and teeth, not understanding what’s about to happen
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    Getting more interesting :)
    But that hypnotic device may need a bit of improvement ;)
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    mistress hands the little slave a meat cleaver and position's the girl's dominant hand on the cutting board. The cute girl is hyperventilating, blushing, pupils dilated, terrified and aroused.

    as she slowly builds the nerve to permanently sever her right hand, the girl begins to writhe, humping mistress's thigh more and more vigorously, moaning louder and louder, fear obvious in her voice. the sheer intensity of the situation! the permanence! the submission! to be made *lesser* like this - forever! the little girl bites her lip and scream-moans as she arches her spine and circles her hips, grinding deeper and deeper.

    then, before she can lose her nerve, she brings down the meat cleaver with all her might - and it goes through! her hand is off! the girl screams! she looks in disbelief at the reality of it, her hand actually severed, bleeding, no longer attached to her - *no longer part of her body!* the adorable little girl begins to cum while still screaming, screaming as much from the intensity of the situation as from the pain. she pressed her tiny body against her mistress and cums and cums.

    mistress comforts her, strokes her face, and whispers "i'm going to take the other one."

    the sweet little girl doesn't resist as her other hand is placed on the cutting board. the young slave continues to hump mistress's thigh. the girl starts to come out of her delirium a bit and realize that she is really going to lose her other hand - to have no hands for the rest of her life, just to please this woman. the cute little darling explosively climaxes.

    losing her nerve for a moment, she timidly withdraws her left hand, then... even more timidly... puts it back down, breathing really hard, her adorable breasts rising and falling.

    mistress brings the blade down - it goes through! both hands are off!

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    sorry, maybe i went a little overboard mentioning how little and cute she is all the time. i do that when i write while masturbating.
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    does that mean you typed this with one hand?
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    Nice work. Pretty simple and primitive story but very sexy.
    Mentioning how cute she is was also good idea can't be too cute :)
    Also I love masochistic girls :)
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    Mummy! My tummy hurts!” Jodie whined, leaning her head on her mum’s shoulder. “I’m really hungry!”

    “I know, honey.” Paula stroked her little girl’s hair. “I am too.” It had been three weeks now since the accident and there was still no sign of rescue. The island was small and its resources limited. At first Paula had shared the berries and edible roots she found with Jodie but, as they had grown more and more scarce, she had stopped eating herself, giving everything she found to her four year old. It had been five days since she had eaten anything at all, two for Jodie.

    “Let me do something nice for you!” she smiled, laying her daughter down on the soft, mossy earth. The only way she had found to distract herself from her own hunger was to pleasure herself with her fingers but they were rough now, dry, and almost like sandpaper – far too rough to use on her little girl’s sensitive genitals.

    While Paula tried to maintain a veneer of modesty, still desperately hoping for rescue, Jodie had not worn any kind of clothing since their third day on the island. Now she lay back, her still-chubby little legs parted as her mother lowered her face between her thighs and began to lick.

    The little girl moaned sweetly, momentarily distracted from her hunger as her mother had hoped. Paula licked gently, her tongue flicking her daughter’s tiny clit and causing her thick honey to flow. The little girl’s lubrication tasted so delicious on her starved tongue. How long could they go on like this? Paula thought to herself. There was no more food. Nothing. If they went even a few more days without rescue she would surely die then, with nobody to care for her, Jodie would die too. The hopelessness of the situation washed over her even as she pleasured her happily moaning daughter. Her constricted and knotted stomach growled, sensing the licking sensation and readying itself for much needed food. Food that would never come. Unless…

    They were both dead already, weren’t they? If she did nothing, her little girl had maybe days left, four at most. And then what? There were no wild beasts on the island… Their dead bodies would lay side by side, bloated and rotting in the sun and fed on by nothing but flies. A total waste. Jodie was small and tender and, despite the days of hunger, still quite plump. There was no moment when she decided, no decision she made, yet as her tongue withdrew from her daughter’s tight, moist little slit, she bit down, hard, tearing the tender flesh of Jodie’s vulva.

    The little girl let out a sharp yelp as her mother chewed and swallowed her sweet young meat.

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    That was a bit sad story even if written well.
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    I really liked this story.

    I would love to see more descriptions of the daughter's point of view - her confusion, suffering and probably some relief in the end.

    Can't wait to read more from you.
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    too short and cringe. 0/10
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    Nice one. I hope you plan on writing more stories!
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    was overwhelmed by gigantic, amorphous, Eldritch Abominations with long tentaculoid appendages terminating in loathsome, grotesque phallus's. They began to entwine and entangle my body. I felt one of the cocks enter my mouth and delve deep down my throat. Gagging and choking, my vision swam and I nearly lost consciousness. Another cock probed my anal spinchter and entered my ass. Waves of pleasure passed over me as I felt my prostate stimulated. My own cock hardened. Then the phallus's began pumping me full of vile, verminous seminal fluid. It overflowed and I felt it trickle out from my anus and mouth, drenching my body. I came as I was ravished in transports of ecstasy. I entered an odd, surreal altered state of consciousness as I experienced mindbreak at the height of utter bliss and lost all control of my faculties.
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    A quirky woman adds another pair of heels, these belonging to a pampered sugar-babe, to her peculiar collection.

    The charming, witty Sherri hides a sinister secret, down in her bloody basement. The dark-haired lesbian nurtures a deep obsession with gorgeous women and their even prettier feet and she doesn't splitting the two apart, to broaden her morbid collection.
    With the appetizer out of the way, it was time for the main dish of the night. Paying little attention to her moaning, wailing victim, Sherri attached Regina’s sadistically tied ankles to an added white cord, and hitched the other end to the pulley’s hook, leaving about a foot’s worth of cord length between Regina’s ankles and the hook. She then walked over to a wall switch, and pressed the button that pointed up. With a sudden buzz, the pulley’s motor sprang to life, slowly pulling a now much more passive Regina up towards the ceiling. Sherri removed her thumb from the button when most of the tormented woman’s body was suspended upside down in the air. Only Regina’s tape-wrapped head and her butchered chest were still in contact with the floor.

    “Mmmmm…mmmmm…mmmm” the 30-something year old sex-bomb could only let out soft, gagged moans with each exhale, a result of her horrible, horrible state. A couple of hours ago, she was a rare gem of sex-appeal, confidence and wealth. Now, she had been rendered to nothing more than a collection of suffering nerve endings. Her beautiful, dark long hair, lying all tussled on the floor, was sticky with the woman’s cold sweat and a few drops of the blood from her head wound. Her face had gone pale, her elbows and hands now a deep purple color. She could barely twitch her fingers, having lost all control over her arms and hands, gone completely numb. Similarly, her ankles and knees were also a very unhealthy purple color, her feet dangling uselessly underneath the metal hook.

    At this stage, Regina was trying her best to avoid fainting from the pain.
    “Ooooh you look so cute hanging like that” Sherri couldn’t resist snapping a few photos of the dangling woman on her phone, like a fisherwoman proud of her big catch. She had plenty of photographic memoirs from all her “play-dates”, which was also the reason she never handed her phone out to anyone.

    Sherri then turned around to head for a closet on the other side of the basement. A couple of steps in, her eyes fell on the woman’s golden jewellery, on the floor where she’d tossed them. Sherri stopped, turning back her gaze at her suffering, dangling “fish”. Regina’s pretty, slender neck appeared…empty. It should have a necklace…of sorts.

    Sherri grabbed a foot-long line of zip tie and returned to Regina. The woman’s blue eyes looked up at her from floor level, clearly missing that spark they had back at the bar, looking empty and tired. “There…” Sherri formed a loop with the zip tie and placed it over the woman’s head, before pulling the end just enough so that the plastic was making its presence felt all around the woman’s neck. “Gmm…gghmm” the woman let some labored, choked moans. “…now you’re ready” Sherri offered the woman a warm smile. It seemed uncanny given the circumstances, since it contrasted with the woman’s treatment of Regina thus far.

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    Oh sweetheart, how unfortunate. Luck does not exist in the underworld, in the catacombs forsaken by God, with their odious flowerless thorns, but in your case, I can only say that you were cursed for no reason. And here is your demon, right in front of you.

    The boy does not understand what is happening. Unaware that he had been lured into a trap, a moment of carelessness sealed his fate: demonic claws dragged him from the light and the earth sucked the youth into his grave. Undeserved abuse and unjust violence, injuring a seedling so beautiful made my hybrid blood boil with delight. I can smell confusion and fear, vibrating in blue royal blood. Terror panted through his throat. Time becomes insignificant in a dark and cold room, in the darkness that is only found under two layers of worlds. I can see in the blackness, my eyes do not shine and my breathing is silent, but without a doubt he knows that I am there.

    "Please... I beg you..." The boy pleads to the void, to the nothingness. "Who are you? I didn’t do anything."

    Babbles, high-pitched and trembling voice, a heart squeezed by fear spewing his last hopes. I snap my fingers and the dungeon lights up with a breath of fire over the candles, pinches of flames shining on three red dots on the boy's glassy irises. His long hair shimmered with beautiful platinum strands over his shoulders. He lifts his head and his large fawn eyes meet mine, his complexion so pale that bruises were already beginning to tinge his face with red and purple flowers. His slender wrists were bound to two rings of steel welded to the armrests of the chair, his ankles shackled, his thin pink lips parted without being able to blurt out more words, choking on muffled sobs; a display of sheer horror.

    The boy convulses and leans his chest forward, vomiting a single spurt of yellow bile. The liquid splashes on the stone floor, echoing off the four walls and into my eardrums. Explanations are a waste of time, anticipation is a crucial prelude to rituals, and Lilith, the chained and captured prince, a caged wild bird, begins to understand his hopeless plight.

    “Please,” Lilith coughs and chokes on the acidity coating his throat, two black tears dragging his eye liner down his cheeks, and the chains of steel rattled around his trembling body, “have mercy.”

    There is no oxygen in the underworld. His lungs contract and expand his silk covered torso, royal figure of pure innocence. The corners of my lips stretch my cheeks into a wide smile. My black leather boots shorten the distance between two opposites, soles stepping on the puddle of puke. The boy's entire body flashed bright colors, a distorted and undulating space over the contour of his body, golden eyes that shined in a way only I could appreciate; the art of volatilizing the soul and its magic, the core of life in its most divine expression, forcing it out of the mortal abode to capture it was a heinous sin, only possible through inducing pain, fear, and unbearably overwhelming feelings. A violation that was unforgivable even by the king of hell himself. The God I must betray… My doom is in front of me, wearing white garments adorned with lamé flowers. But in the end all will be forgiven.

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    Humans are machines for repeating mistakes, forgetting lessons, and splurging everything within reach. I, in my position as a humanoid idiot, wasted time and energy in an infinite waterfall, in which all the rivers of the world came together and the water made a spectacle of its fall, destroying everything in its path. That waterfall is my wasted life. The bastard in front of me is a rotting carcass floating in my murky waters. He couldn't have asked for a more undignified and abhorrent way to die. At some lost hour of the night, without any witness to his life or death, murdered by a madman like me.

    My dick had been erect since I wrapped my shoelaces around the man's robust neck. Every second after that had been pure ecstasy in the most spiritual sense of it, with this man twice as big as I choking on his own constricted tissues, by a surprise attack, from behind, unprovoked. Muffled cries, sharp and stabbing whimpers; I could feel his suffocated pulse throbbing through the elastics and heard the last beats of his heart, all under a gaze that expressed pure terror, eyes present at that moment, perhaps as they had never been; I saw the light of his life leave his pupils, which were now like two hollow gray marbles. The electric shocks running through my spine with each struggle brought me to the brink of orgasm, but the asshole decided that his heart should stop beating just before I could get some relief.

    I dragged the corpse into my room, locked the doors, and got dazzled by an exquisite vision of death. Saliva bubbled out of the corners of his lips, his narrowed eyes communicated nothing but absence, his arms and legs sprawled on the floor... with that facade, an immaculate black tuxedo, gold wristwatch, short brown hair that still kept order, and a complexion so handsome and dignified, it was an intoxicating contrast. My home, a single room with moldy walls, a dusty gray cement floor, will be the place of his funeral and cremation.

    First I undressed him. I undid the buttons, my breath was getting heavy, I loosened his tie, unzipped his pants and mine, his bare chest was a blank canvas, it was two in the morning, my nails were long and chipped, a siren sounded in the distance, far away from me. First I bit him. I bit into the silky skin of his neck, I heard and felt tendons bending under my teeth, the salty, acidic taste of his sweat permeating my tongue. I sink my teeth into his flesh, his skin is elastic and my teeth aren't sharp enough to break it, but prominent purple marks tell the tale. I throw myself on top of the corpse and I bite again, this time letting a violent wave of lust force its way into my jaw, like a wild dog, and liquid as tasty as it is indescribable mixes with my saliva, gelatinous clots, of the sixth flavor. I felt my penis twitch against his abdomen, that was losing heat but absorbing it back from me.

    Oh Mother. How I miss the warmth. They always get cold, I'm the only one with a warm heart. I raise my head and stare in awe at his postmortem expression, so maddeningly impersonal. Who can imagine that behind those eyes there were feelings and energy. This man didn't deserve what I did but no one could help it. Nobody can help anything. I'm just searching for warmth and they never want to give it to me. I spit a mixture of phlegm and blood on the floor next to the corpse, get up, and walk to the kitchen.

    What can be said of a mother that regrets her marriage? She lives her days in resignation, day after day of pure misery, remembering the past is agonizing because she only wants to change it, she regrets having sex with a foolish and unpleasant man and locking herself in an emotional and financial prison . That son, the recycled product of a wasted life, hated by his own mother, what excuse could he make? The ultimate waste, a child that was wanted at first but cursed be the moment of his birth after a few decades. Excuses? For whom? For the corpse in my room? My fingers grasp the wooden handle, a thread of steel, descending in a scathing edge and icy to the touch, cuts through the man's belly, penetrates his organs with viscous fluidity and in a single swing of my wrist the knife blade slices through his abdomen. Pale and beautiful. Red on white. I reach into the incision and grab a slimy lump of matter just like mine, bite, chew, and swallow.

    Love. I feel love filling me up and overflowing. It’s an exhilarating, vibrant and living feeling. I put my hand back in and grab, force, stretch, twist, break. The taste becomes my reality, it's the only thing I feel, I can't see or hear anything. The place was starting to get dirty, my arms were red down to the elbows. There is a comforting warmth at my core. His face looked so peaceful. I lean in and kiss him. Cold lips, my tongue traces his teeth and the inside of his cheeks, delicious.

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    schoolgirl needs someone to love her, even if it hurts.
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