>>14509
Make some and post them here. Go on

AO3?

What us AO3?

>>14518
archiveofourown.org

Здесь я публикую большинство своих историй=
https://archiveofourown.org/users/georgiy901/works

"...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

What if Bridget's native villiage found his secret and hanged him in the nude?

Sorry, my fuckin tablet had a seizure and posted my reply three times

Marz and Taisa gets murdered in a Pokemon Safari

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1fIoVlvwnSDxFzSBDIrdGzNIkoktraTzcM2XHPst36X8/edit

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!

Looks like you prefer to write stories with quite some substance :)
looks like you are familiar with red pill ideas too :)

Oh I love this so much - new snuff fantasy unlocked! There aren't nearly enough slow, agonising deaths like that on this site.

i like it! as long as it's for a good cause...
would love to see the switchblade in use a bit as well

The Apprentice Trial – use the batteries!

“You did good. But those were just the basics… Tell me, Nisroth, are you willing to use the very lifeforce of others in your quest for power?” Isiltoth asked young mage.

He was anxious, yet determined to prove himself. The fire of youth was still blazing inside him, fueling his pursuit of greatness. He knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to prove himself to an arch wizard and be taken in as his apprentice. All his years practicing with magic in his God forgotten village would not go to waste.

“Yes. What is my next task, master Isiltoth?” asked Nisroth.

“Very well. Stay here and I shall bring someone to demonstrate your next challenge on. She’ll be pretty, but don’t get your hopes up … she’s not going to be used conventionally.”
Having lived inside his village with his parents and with little social contact, he was quite the opposite of adept at social encounters, doubly so with girls. He had only caught glimpses of naked girls when they were bathing in the river, but he dared not approach them then – they were distractions from his great cause, anyway. Isiltoth’s words rang inside his head like a gong – over and over again. ‘not used conventionally’ – what could he have meant, was he about to partake in some unholy acts of sodomy? Nisroth did not know.

After what seemed like an eternity, Isiltoth came back – followed by a beautiful lady with brown hair. She was almost naked, baring only stockings, high heels and a tattoo just above her sex, which Nisroth barely dared catch a glimpse of before averting his gaze in embarrassment. Isiltoth’s watchful eye caught the gesture and he knew this could spell disaster for the young candidate – he was sure his would-be apprentice had never seen a naked woman up close, let alone been with one. This challenge would be all the more difficult for him.


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‘I hope the next girl he brings me isn’t that pretty. I’ll surely regret having to kill a gorgeous girl… no... recycle a battery. They’re no longer more than that… I have to see them… as less than human. Their life is only a source of power. I’ll just… be brave. I’ll be ruthless. I can’t fail now.’ Nisroth soothed his doubtful heart, as he waited impatiently in the dark dank room.

It was morning the day after Anya’s recycling and Isiltoth had told him he received a batch of batteries to recycle from the city. These had been used to power the various magical implements in the city, but no longer produced much from their orgasms.

“Well, here they are. This time we’ve got a pair of batteries. They are seemingly inseparable friends – or so I’ve been told. You will do both of them. These are Leah and Liya.“ Isiltoth said as he walked in with two stunning girls in tow and a large grin on his face.

‘No way… no fucking way I can do that… they’re… Fuuck. And they just kill those? No fucking way…’ Nisroth was again left awestruck at the incredibly gorgeous girls brought before him. ‘Batteries? These are batteries?’

Before him were two brunette girls with ridiculous bodies, clad only in a white bra and panties. Both smiled candidly, as if oblivious to what was about to happen – under some form of mind control. Leah had piercing green eyes and a well-rounded curvaceous figure with fair skin. She looked like a bundle of joy, with her joyful smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Her tits didn’t look big when hidden by the white lace bra, but they were more than a handful. Next to her was Liya - a taller, darker skinned girl with tits nearly as big as her head. She, too, was beautiful, but her brown eyes and dirty smile sparked only lust. In addition to the womb tattoo, she also had a lion’s head tattoo just below her bountiful chest and a flower band tattoo around one of her thighs.

“Yes. These are batteries. And yes, there is a way. I picked these to challenge you.” The wizard replied to the young mage’s thoughts.

‘He’s reading my… you’re reading my thoughts…I… please master Isiltoth!’

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Wow! that was a big surprise not very often you see Dolcett parody story :)
I think it does not count as porn or erotic story but it was interesting to read.

Loved the absolute sadism combined with orgasm denial; wish the actual roasting didn't happen "off screen" as it were, though. Still a stellar dolcett-style cannibal story, please write more in this universe!

Absolutely fantastic story Loke!

Superb!

Nice! Consensual beheadings for the win!

This story is NOTHING like the first one. It is much more slow burn and psychological with way less action. But if youre into the really fucked up psychological shit than go ahead. Not really sure if this belongs here so let me know about that. I understand if you want to skip this one, but the AI gave me so many twists and turns that i think its a decent read.
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Female genital mutilation is a practice that has been practiced in Africa for centuries. The act involves the removal of part or all of the external female genitalia, usually performed without anesthesia on girls between infancy and age 15.
The procedure is typically done by an older woman with no medical training. It is a cultural tradition that was brought to America from Africa and now continues to be practiced among many African-American communities here.
According to the Centers for Disease Control (CDC), approximately 3 million women in the United States have undergone this type of cutting, which is also referred to as "female circumcision." The CDC estimates that one in five black girls will undergo the procedure before their 18th birthday.
Although FGM/C is illegal in most states, it still happens because there are few consequences for those who perform the procedures. One of these poor girls is 11 year old Natasha. She is a victim of female genital mutilation and she's being forced to go through the procedure again at her grandmother's house. Her mother is too ashamed to tell anyone about what happened to her daughter and so she keeps it hidden. Natashas mutilation was done in her bedroom, by her two brothers and father. They had used a razor blade to cut off part of her clitoris and labia. When they were finished they told her not to say anything to anyone.
Natasha doesn't know how much more pain she can take. She's only eleven years old and already she has been through so much. She knows she needs help but she doesn't want to get caught. That's why she goes to the school counselor, Mr.Boko. He promises he'll keep her secret if she tells him what happened. But when Natasha finally opens up, things don't quite work out the way she planned.
Mr.Boko is going to have to do some digging himself. The first thing he asks Natasha is to show him her wounds. Natasha hesitates at first, but then she reluctantly pulls down her pants and shows him her wounds. Mr.Boko is shocked by what he sees. He feels so sorry for Natasha and wants to help her, but he's also worried that someone might find out what he did. He asks natasha to describe in detail how they did it. She says “I felt my insides ripping apart. I tried to scream but no sound came out. My vagina burned like fire and the blood gushed out of me. I started crying but the tears just wouldn't stop coming.”
Mr.Boko calls the police and the detectives begin their investigation. They interview everyone involved and eventually arrest Natasha's parents. They're both charged with Female Genital Mutilation and conspiracy to commit FGM. Natasha has to go to court and testify against her parents. During the long proceedings, she would have to relive her experiences many times. And each time she would have to watch her mother and father being sentenced to prison.
Natasha was very brave throughout the entire ordeal. She never once blamed herself for what happened to her. Instead, she always spoke about how lucky she was to have such a great support system in Mr.B. Many times she would burst into tears and mr. B would comfort her.
Natasha had grown up in a small community where FGM was common. She had no idea that what happened to her was wrong. She thought it was normal and that other girls went through the same thing. It wasn't until she saw a documentary on TV about FGM that she realized what she had been through was not right.
Now Natasha is an adult living in New York City. She's gotten over the pain and trauma of her past and has become a strong, independent woman. It took natasha a long time to ever let a man see her mutilated privates, but she finally met someone who made her feel safe enough to open up to him. She fell in love with a handsome young doctor named Martin. After a few dates, Martin asked Natasha to meet him at his apartment. He wanted to give her something special. He led her to the bedroom and there lying on the bed was a beautiful white dress. Martin said, "This is for you."
Martin gently helped Natasha put on the dress. As she stepped into it, she felt like a princess. The dress fit perfectly. She looked in the mirror and saw a radiant woman looking back at her. She smiled and began to cry. She didn't know what to say or how to react. That night was the first time their makeout sessions developed into real love making.

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Very well-written, and straight to the point without 100 paragraphs of preamble. Would definitely be interested in reading more!

>>15999
Yes, more cute kunoichis being mercilessly murdered by their enemies. Write one about Ino patrolling in Konoha at night and being garroted by an enemy ninja. Also I disagree a bit with Chalk, preamble are nice IMo, spending a little time with a character before she is killed in her prime

Maddie's day was not starting out well.
She had just gotten out of bed and put her uniform on for another day of work when she heard her name being called from down the hall. She rushed to see what was the matter and found her master standing at his desk waiting for her: "Finally, I was wondering when you'd show up. Didn't I tell you yesterday to take care of the papers here?" She couldn't remember him saying anything like that, in fact he usually didn't like her to be in any of his rooms besides for the bare minimum of cleaning.
She opened her mouth to say so but before she managed a single word, a hand came out of nowhere to casually hit her across her face. Surprised, she took a step back as her glasses went flying to the floor somewhere. As she bent down to retrieve them, he followed it up with a lazy kick to her side that knocked her to the ground. She simply collapsed there, closing her eyes tight and bracing herself for the beating. But nothing came and after a few seconds of quiet she opened her eyes, crawled to her glasses and put them on, then got up to a kneeling position in front of her master. She knew he would punish her for making him wait just the same as he would punish her if he thought she was resisting.
He looked down at her for a moment, making sure there was no sign of defiance, then told her "So don't you think you should apologize now?"
"Yes, master! I'm sorry!" She hurried to comply, in case he felt the need to make the point some more. "I don't know why I didn't remember, I just thought---" "Shut up." He cut her off, making her flinch. "I'm tired of hearing useless excuses from you, it seems like you can't even apologize right." He continued on, as if stating simple facts despite that she was now pitifully trembling from the blows and verbal assault. "You're useless around here and all you do is keep making excuses and complaining. That's another thing, too! I can't stand complainers! You keep telling me it's too cold in your rooms, or your uniforms fit too tight, or there's not enough food, it's always something else from you."
"Master, I---" She stopped herself from contradicting him just in time; she knew she hadn't voiced a complaint since the first time he asked how she liked her accommodations, and after the immediate punishment that followed she had learned to keep quiet. She substituted instead another "I'm sorry," keeping her eyes on his shoes.
"Apologizing is all fine now, but you can't make excuses forever." He kept going as if he had barely heard. "This time I want you to make it right." She fought the urge to shy away as he crouched down to her level, moving closer. Freezing in place like an animal was her only defense now, she was too frightened for even a thought or a hope. "What do you think is a good way for you to make up for being so useless and pathetic?" She could only go along with it now, "I don't know, master."
"The only way you can make up for your fuckups now is with your death. I want you to end your worthless life, can you do that for me?" As the meaning of his words hit, they sent a shiver through her body and tears to her eyes. Was this really going to make up for her mistakes? But... "If that's what you want, master." She risked raising her eyes for a moment, almost believing it could be a horrible joke and he'd be wearing a cruel smile, but he was as matter-of-fact as he ever was when dealing with her, whenever he wasn't angry that is.
"Good girl." he told her, and the rare praise made it somehow easier for her to accept. "Here's how you're going to do it: I want you to cut your throat. I hear it was a popular method with women in Japan, it should be easy enough for you." And with that, he took a long knife out of a sheath at his back and put it in her hands. For a moment she sat motionless, her eyes glued to the razor sharp edge, then she snapped herself out of the trance to say a shaky "Y-yes, master. Thank you, master."
Almost half believing she was in a dream, she raised the knife to the left side of her neck, trying to steady it with her other hand on the blade, but both hands were shaking so badly she nearly opened up a cut unintentionally. She bit her lower lip, hard, both in concentration and to try to stop the tears she felt coming. After several deep breaths, she managed to get the shaking under control enough to lay the edge to her throat, resting there feeling like a victory by itself for some reason. The blade really was sharp, she thought. Maybe it was just her nervous imagination that she felt a tiny trickle of blood just from that much. As she began bracing herself to make the sideways jerk that would have to come next, she tried not to think about the pain or her fear, or anything at all really.
But the small victory was short-lived, as the sobs burst out of her in spite of all her effort, and her arms fell to her sides. Useless after all, just like master said. She was crying too hard to speak for a minute as he stood by and watched in mild disappointment. Getting her composure back bit by bit, she frantically stammered hiccupy apologies as she reached for the knife again, her hand shaking even worse than before. To her surprise though, he reached in and took it from her; her hands went limp as she couldn't think what she was supposed to do now. Did she dare ask for him to give it back? Had it just been a test?
"You're fucking it up, of course," she heard. "I'm going to have to fix your mistake for you again. Cleaning up after you, as usual." He moved close beside her, and for the first time she could remember him showing any kind of care for her, he was gently wiping her face dry with a handkerchief, then carefully smoothing her hair. She almost burst into tears again when she realized what was happening, and she was shocked so numb that she only nodded without thinking when she heard him ask "You'd like me to do it for you, wouldn't you?"
Satisfied with just the nod, though, he finished with her face and stood, pacing away down the room. "So it's settled. But this is quite a favor for you to ask me, especially since you're the servant here. You're supposed to be making less work for me, not more. So what would you do in return to make it worth my while?" She could hardly think for a second, everything seemed to have rushed past her in a blur from the start. "What?" she came out of the daze, even forgetting her manners. Too late she realized that was an offense that could have earned her even more punishment, though it mattered less now.

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He sat waiting for his date on the coffeeshop's patio. The man hadn't touched the cup in almost a quarter of an hour, he just needed an excuse to wait for her. he always makes sure to be early anyway, just in case. The weather was perfect for it though, he noticed, the late summer sun cooled down with a slight breeze. She would be coming around any minute, and he was looking forward to it. Right on time, he watched her turn the corner. She was a short redhead, hair cut close to frame a cute face and wearing a deliciously light outfit that showed off her soft stomach and thighs. She came down the sidewalk, glancing around the street, and he took a closer look at his mark from behind his sunglasses. There were probably a dozen others on the street surreptitiously joining him in eyeballing her as the spring in her step bounced her generous tits slightly, but red ribbon choker around her throat caught his eye in particular. It was their private signal just to ensure no lookalike got caught up in the little game, though, he thought, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing... She headed past the corner without even looking his direction. As planned, she would soon be continuing on to the shady alley where the fun would begin. He had arranged a route for her that led through a few likely spots as well, so she would never know exactly where he was about to "meet" her until too late.
As soon as she was out of sight he left cash on the table and headed around to his shortcut so he could be waiting when she came around. Timing is key here, and he had worked out the route to perfection so there was nothing left to chance. He made it to his position with a few moments to spare, and considered his options while he blended into the late afternoon shadows. There was no fun in a quick kill, he definitely intended to savor the encounter, but too much noise would attract attention and any passers-by would definitely kill the mood. As he unsheathed the long knife strapped under his jacket, he decided it would really depend on how easy she was. She had agreed to the meeting knowing what he had planned, after all, but if she had a change of heart halfway through he might have to cut the date short --- shorter than intended, at least.
Her footsteps broke him out of his train of thought as she unknowingly came into his line of sight for the second time in half an hour. She was now walking slowly and purposefully, carefully keeping herself from looking anywhere but ahead. She was b

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>>15815
I love it, consensual snuff without shaming. I may be a weirdo here, but dom/sub turns me off. I want girls to die just because it's awesome.

realized i have only written one on one so far, thought i would change it up and make it a group scenario. so here's the lineup:

cass: d cup, brunette, shoulder length. death fetish, makes april play a client snuffing her when they fuck
ally: b cup, brunette, past waist. newest slut in the group, virgin
christine: c cup, blonde, pixie hair. secretly betting with herself how rude she can be to the customers without getting killed
april: d cup, redhead, wavy mid-back length. has been fucking cass in her time off since the day they met. would do almost anything for her

Four young women walk through the dimly lit hallway of snuff club. They're all on the free kill list, and they've all just survived one more shift, mostly by luck.
Christine, the tomboyish blonde, has been a snuff slut the longest out of all of them at just over three weeks, and it's a miracle someone hasn't killed her yet despite her attitude with the customers; most of them must find her amusing. She has a protective arm around Ally, a taller, quiet girl with straight brown hair that falls past her waist. The new girl is visibly shaken after her first day, and Christine reassures her: "Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes, just stick near me tomorrow. You'll still be serving drinks for the first few days anyway, and nobody ever wants to kill you when you're the one bringing their booze." The timid brunette nodded, clutching the other girl's arm like a life preserver as they walked.
The other two are paired off as well, April and Cass all over eachother with not much attention for anything else. Cass has an arm over April's shoulder, squeezing the girl's tit. She isn't paying much attention to the other slut, however. Instead, she's daydreaming her favorite fantasy of her own demise, imagining how dozens of bullets would feel tearing through her beautiful body, how much more sexy she would be dying on the ground, soaked in blood. Over the short time she's been working at the club, she's started to become incredibly turned on by the death all around her, especially the idea of meeting her own early end. Her partner April, a shorter girl with waves of red hair down her back, is a bit more focused. Cass's lightly tanned body is the best out of the four and April is giving it the attention it deserves, stroking and nuzzling into her, admiring her with just a hint of jealousy.
As they turn a corner all four are stopped short by two men blocking their way, the distracted two in the rear almost bump into the pair in front. The men stand outside one of the private rooms looking like security or bodyguards, seeming not to care that they're blocking most of the narrow hallway. Christine is the first one to move after a second, walking purposefully towards them, already telling them off. "Hey! Don't you know there's a hallway here? Why don't you scoot to the side a bit?" Ally follows after a moment's hesitation, hurrying to try to slow her down. "Wait, *please* hold on! They might---" She never finished as, without warning or hesitation, one of the men drew a silenced pistol from his suit jacket and fired directly into Christine's chest, stopping her short. Finally out of luck, she falls backward with the softest grunt of surprise, a single bullet fatally through her heart. She's dead in moments, no time even to struggle. A second after, Ally realizes what happened, letting out a cry as she collapses by her side, burying her face in her would-be mentor's lifeless shoulder. Meanwhile Cass watches it all, mesmerized as her deadly fantasies start to become reality.
It all moves on quickly from there. The man who had shot Christine took her by the ankles and pulled her body into the doorway, leaving a smear of blood on the carpet. The other turned to the surviving three and instructed them "All right, sluts. Everyone inside, now."
Cass and April, still in each other's arms, move obediently through the door into a room furnished with all kinds of snuff implements. As they enter they take in tables of weapons, restraints, a gallows, guillotine, and a couple of more exotic devices. Meanwhile Ally is too shocked to get up, sitting on the floor in a daze. Her client isn't patient enough to let her rest though, so he wraps a hand in her hair, dragging her into the room after the other two and throwing her down roughly near where the dead blonde now lies in the center of the room. Both men focus on punishing her for a minute, sending dozens of brutal kicks into her defenseless body. Cass, still watching, feels a bit of pity for the new girl, and a bit left out, anyway. She is certain now that they're all going to die tonight, but she was ready for it, she thought, and aching to be snuffed already. Why not try to provide a distraction for the poor girl? So she did the only thing she could think to and knelt down near the two men, looking up at them with her best doe eyes, hoping they would take notice. Eventually one did glance towards her, and Cass took her chance and turned up the charm. "Please, sir. Won't you hurt me too?"
He laughed at her boldness, and took out a wicked knife that made her heart flutter. "Play with Red," he told her, "We're busy." Then faster than she could blink, he expertly threw the blade into her thigh. She inhaled sharply, hands going to her wounded leg, then after a moment pulled it out, gasping "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
She retreated, limping and dripping fresh blood, to April's side to offer the handle to her shyly. "Are you sure?" whispered the redhead, "I... don't know if I can." "I'm ready. Please." replied Cass, pressing the knife into the other girl's reluctant hands. "Wherever you want. As hard as you can." as she dropped to her knees, closed her eyes tight, and raised her arms behind her head, leaving herself completely vulnerable. April hesitated as her willing victim took a shivering breath, biting her lip. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, though, the girl stepped forward, before she can lose her nerve, and with all the strength she could put behind it, jammed the blade into Cass's soft tummy. The eager slut let out an "Ooof!" and slumped over, cradling the knife sticking out of her. April could hardly believe what she had done, in a rush she was by her lover's side, trying to confort her. Cass was a tough girl though, and after a second she sat up, and with some effort pulled the knife out, releasing a spurt of blood. She turned to her partner, rewarding her with a short kiss; after the taste she got of the knife she was more excited than ever. She offered it back again, but April shook her head. Blushing nervously, she told Cass "You... do me this time." By this time both men are taking a break to watch, Ally lying still behind them, so April decided to give them a show. She tossed her hair back, showing off her body like a dancer, slipping out of her tiny bikini top. Working her way down to her knees to follow Cass's lead, she ended with her arms up, eyes shut, ready and waiting for her turn to take the knife. She felt Cass press her curves against her back, nearly jumped suddenly the point of the knife slid down her chest. The tip moved over her skin, around her body and down her spine, up and over her right tit with just enough pressure to make her whimper. Cass made her move then, April felt her tense up, and her eyes popped open just in time to see the knife plunge into her side. She wasn't finished yet though, the redhead had no time to move as the blade disappeared into her twice more, the last one ending up sinking all the way in her belly button. She kept herself from screaming, but she couldn't help but let out a moan as streams of blood begin to trickle down her stomach. "Three... no fair," she gulped "I only gave you one." "That's what you get for being such a sexy bitch" Cass whispered in her ear, and gave a half twist before pulling it roughly back out, taking her breath away.
Cass held the long knife out to the men then, blade pointing inwards toward herself and April, and gave them a provocative look, daring then to come join in. She explored her partner with her free hand, squeezing her tits, running through her hair, playing with her blood, as one of the men appeared to accept her invitation and stepped toward the pair. As he took the knife, Cass nudged April forward, hoping to watch her die as well before it was her own turn. He didn't seem to care which of them went first, as he took the unresisting slut by her throat, lifting her to her feet, and pushed the knife into her stomach, just using her to hold it for him for now. Taking out a handful of large zipties, he tossed them to Cass and told her "Make yourself useful, slut. Tie her hands behind her back for me." She went to work immediately, maybe even *too* enthusiastic, twisting her friend's arms into place and tying them snugly; she's had a little experience in bondage that she shows off now. The girl's arms are up behind her back in no time, unable to move barely an inch, her wrists, arms, and elbows tied together. "Now her feet" he says, and she goes to work again. Once she's done with her legs she thinks she's finished, when he tells her "Now her neck." This gives her a moment of pause: did he really want...? He looked pretty serious, she thought. Her slut gave her a smile as she threaded the plastic around her neck, but couldn't completely hide a glimmer of fear and pain. The lovers kept staring into each others' eyes as Cass tightened down this last strap just under her chin, enjoying the complete control, the willingness, and helplessness, of her partner. She paused when it was just snug, looking to the man for approval, and got one word in response: "Tighter." She cinched down several ratchets, the edges biting into April's smooth skin. "Tighter." Another adjustment, their hearts racing together as Cass pulled the redhead's airway closed little by little. "Tighter." Her breathing was rough and strangled by the time he was satisfied, the strip of plastic deeply indented into her neck and her face beginning to turn red. Cass wastes a bit of her precious air with a long kiss, leaving her wheezing desperately when she finally breaks away. The man is bringing out a blindfold meanwhile, tying it around her eyes; she's totally helpless. Unable to move, her breath constricted, unable to even see the next attack coming. Her executioner tied one last restraint, a rope from around her body up to a hook in the ceiling, to support her weight when she would inevitably fall. Then he picked up where he left off, pulling the knife out of her and considering where to put it next.
He decides on a breast, April's are large and inviting; too good to leave alone. He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh for a few moments, before holding it roughly in place and driving the knife straight through, from bottom to top. The injury earns a gasp from both girls, one of agony from April and one of arousal from Cass, who had been unable to keep from rubbing herself while watching the bloody spectacle. He looked over at the distraction briefly, where the snuff-happy whore was turning pink in embarrassment, then gestured to the other man (take care of this, will you?) and turned back to focus on his current victim. She had to bite her lip as he began fingering the hole in her navel, more blood running down her stomach from the abuse. He casually drove the knife into her several more times, slipping it quickly between her ribs. A strangled sob escaped her and she almost buckled under the assault, but she recovered and managed somehow to remain proudly upright, giving her best as she approached her final moments. Then he carefully put the edge against the nipple of her uninjured breast and neatly sliced the sensitive spot in half. The pain became too much, and she gave a weak scream that ended with her choking and coughing up a mouthful of blood. Thick streams of crimson drip from her lips, drizzling down her chin and painting her bare chest as she takes a rattling breath. "You're making too much noise, darling. I'm going to have to shut you up now." and with a sudden yank he zipped her throat closed completely. She opened her mouth wide, desperately searching for air and overwhelmed with pain. Then the man cut her struggle short by burying the knife in her back, skewering her heart. She jerked once, surprised, then went limp, her body beautifully dangling over a pool of blood. He watches her corpse swing sightly in her bindings, her head hanging, body covered in red blood and face hidden in red hair.
Meanwhile, the other customer has been warming up on Cass. He starts by shooting her in the legs from across the room. She watches, fascinated, as bloody holes punch through her plump thighs one by one, panting with pain as each bullet impacts. Soon she couldn't have gotten up from where she knelt if she wanted to. Occasionally one will go high and hit her in the stomach, making her groan. As she tries uselessly to hold back the blood, she's distracted by a scream, and as she turns to look she's rewarded with the sight of April losing her life. She can only watch and wish she had been the one holding the knife, but even just as a spectator she can still savor the view as the girl she loves is slaughtered.
April's killer takes the body to the others, dumping her roughly by Christine. Then he checks on Ally to find that the terrified young slut is now awake, suppressing her panicked breathing and trying not to attract attention. He drags her to her feet, calling the other man over as he walks her across the room: "This one was faking, sneaky little whore! I don't think she's learned her lesson!" She whimpers aloud as she hears this, earning herself a slap across the face, but she's unable to hold back another cry of despair when she sees her destination, the gallows against the far wall. Marching her up the steps to the platform, he takes a spare ziptie and cinches her wrists behind her back. Then he drops the noose over her head and gently pulls her long hair free from the rope, taking his time to enjoy its silky weight sliding through his hands as he spreads it over her shoulders. They're face to face for a moment, there are tears in her eyes and a tremble in her voice as she begs "Please! I don't want to die, I just needed the money so bad." He turns without a word, stepping off the platform. Her desperation growing, "They said I wasn't supposed to get killed this quickly, it's only my first day! I'm not ready!" The men chuckle at that, and her horror and panic grow as she sees one getting ready with the lever. "No, no, wait! I'm not legal! I lied on the application, I'm only s---hgk!" The platform falls away, leaving her over a heart-stopping drop before the rope snaps tight as it catches her by the throat. She dances for the two men, kicking and arching her back, slowly turning to show every angle of her slim body. "You think she's telling the truth?" "Hard to tell. I wouldn't take her word for it." Both men watch her twitch in midair for a bit, then growing bored they used her dying body for target practice, one taking a few lazy shots while the other threw knives until she hung lifeless.
Cass watched the execution from the sidelines, slumped against a wall where she had been left for the moment. She rubbed herself slowly, still awake enough to be aroused by the death, but slowly fading from blood loss and losing strength to do much else. She dimly realized they would be coming for her next, to finally finish the job. Sure enough, one of the men comes over and she smiles up at him weakly, welcoming the end. He drags her to the others, giving her the opportunity to see April's body in her own final moments, and lays her down to the side. She sees her killer carefully take out a garrote, the wire as fine as a thread, and passes it around her neck. Then she feels a tug at her throat, and realizes she's been cut as blood spurts out, the stream pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She involuntarily makes a pitiful noise through her severed throat, but her strength is gone and she can only lie quietly, her breath gurgling softly as she bleeds out.

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>>15669
I agree - kinda goes against the "spirit" of this site...

>>15669

I don't make multiple threads, just the one for each story.

I also have posted all complete guro stories i have in this forum. They're called Kids Murder Club, if you wanna check them out. :)


It's fine if you consider this spam, but keep it mind that it might interest someone else, either to read this small segment or to purchase the story.

Allowing artists to sometimes post (their own) paywalled work here, as long as paywalled content is not the majority of work posted on the site, helps maintain the existence of a market for this kind of art, and thus the existence of a set of artists who create such art, which results in more people viewing and producing guro art of both the free and paywalled varieties, so at the end of the day we benefit.

feed the artists and the artists feed the community, feed the community and the community feeds us. again, as long as paywalled content is not the majority of work posted on the site.

>>15795
I think that's fine for everyone, just that Denkira7 did not post anything else on GC and on the previous version it had different name.
If artist is posting free content some spam is completely tolerable.

Some "advertising"[i] could be tolerated, if it is not overdone AND if it is marked as such in the very beginning of a post, e.g. in the subject. Instead of being frustrated and upset the reader would be free to decide, whether to skip the text or to give it a try. Crippled texts without warning are spam.[/i]

Its very interesting. There is not much guro content, or sex, but it is well written and the idea itself is very interesting. I feel that I am missing a lot by not having read the original story, though.

If you want to continue with this, I would consider rewriting the first part of the story yourself if you didn't save it!

>>15943
Thank you for answering :)

as Dean McCoppin from the animated movie can turn pieces of trash into art even you have not found what you are supposed to be. Do not let others misunderstanding your value trick you into thinking that you are worthless when you are not. And even if you were completely without worth at the moment then, you can take action to give yourself worth.

I was wondering if this is a real thing or just a story, which is not that bad actually. :)

But if you are worthless that's actually a good thing it means your are living your life right. Your total value has to be zero because you take just as much as you give.

And don't worry about wasting someones time because I bet that everyone will enjoy playing psychologist for you and everyone gets what they want.

>>15946
It was real. In so far as, I wrote honestly from my heart. It's a train of thought I wrote from a cellphone in bed without going back to edit.

Regardless of weather or not I deserve to, I found someone to talk to and feel better. I won't ruin the earnestness of this by pretending to be miserable just to continue the game, I'm not good enough a writer to fake such self-disdain successfully.

I am glad my emotional state, temporary as it was, could provide something for anyone. Maybe I'll return to this. As a character, rather than from a real place. Maybe I'll write from other places of fear or insecurity I have. Or just come back when I'm feeling down.

Maybe I'm not so low as to be undeserving of a name.

>>15945
I may feel better, but I still can't imagine a version of myself which is worth almost anything at all. The most I could do is say I'll try to plan to make an effort to imagine something like that.

Well I'm here to read some erotic fiction not some downers, so if you have a problem get well soon, and I you don't write more stories.