==Chapter 4, Ancient Greek Cuisine (Cons, Cannibalism)==

Important Characters:
Tamamo Cat: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Tamamo_Cat
Mata Hari: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Mata_Hari
Medusa: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Medusa
Emiya Alter: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/EMIYA_(Alter)
Stheno: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Stheno
Euryale: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Euryale

Tamamo Cat looked around the room, amazed at the mess. Pieces of Mata Hari were scattered everywhere. All four of her limbs as well as her head had been torn off and her hips lay half way across the room from the rest of her torso. Blood, viscera, and semen could be seen on every surface. Even the ceiling hadn't been left unstained. With a sigh Cat dropped her mop and bucket on the floor, pushed up the sleeves of her maid outfit, and got to work.

Minutes earlier Tamamo Cat had been walking the halls of Chaldea when she was flagged down by a fellow Servant. The servant was a glasses wearing young blond man, his shirt covered in blood. He had asked Cat if she would clean a room, saying that 'Hyde' had left it a real mess. Now Cat was more the 'Maid Cafe' kind of maid than the cleaning kind, but she didn't mind being helpful and agreed.

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==Chapter 5, Snacking in Orleans (Giantess, Vore)==

Important Characters:
Blackbeard: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Edward_Teach
Paul Bunyan: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Paul_Bunyan

Several weeks had passed since Chaldea's Masters defeated the Dragon Witch, freeing Orleans from her tyranny and setting right the first of the seven singularities. With time the singularity would fade away as it merged back into history, but for the time being it remained accessible to Chaldea. The Servants of Chaldea had more or less free reign of the singularity, so long as their amusements weren't of so grand a magnitude as to throw the singularity back out of balance.

Blackbeard had been a little unsatisfied as of late. His shtick of playing the unassuming fool only to spectacularly transform into the terrifying pirate of legend didn't pack quite as much punch in the company of fellow legends. For the most part he didn't mind, even if he had become a little bit of a laughingstock. At Chaldea he could live much more honestly, both about who he was and what he liked, than he had been able to in life. But still, he missed seeing the terror in the eyes of his victims, taking by force whatever or whoever he wanted, succeeding or failing by his own might. And so Blackbeard decided to visit Orleans to relieve his glory days.

Blackbeard walked away from a burning farmhouse, a tent in his pants and a struggling young maiden slung over his shoulder. He had burst into that farmhouse just minutes prior, crazed expression on his face as lengths of oil-soaked ropes woven into his beard glowed brightly ablaze. The farmer came at him with a sickle and he shot him twice in the stomach. The farmer's wife and daughter screamed as they watched him fall to the ground. Blackbeard's grin widened further as he took in their horrified expressions. He balled his hand into a fist and punched the daughter hard in the stomach. She wretched as she doubled over and collapsed to the ground. He heard a wail and turned just in time to parry the swing of a knife from the wife, her hand and wrist falling to the ground alongside the weapon. She screamed as she clutched her stump to her chest. Her sobbing ended a few moments later when Blackbeard ran his sword between her breasts. He heard a noise and turned to see that the wounded man had stumbled to his feet. One crack of Blackbeard's pistol later the man crumbled to the ground, a new hole in his forehead. 'This was it, this is what I've been missing', Blackbeard thought. Blackbeard knew that the family had no chance of dealing any damage to his servant body, but even without putting his life on the line the thrill of slaughter had been invigorating. He was broken from his reverie a few moments later when the flames in his beard began to lick at his face. He hopped from one foot to the other as he yelped and patted the fire out. He noticed that the daughter still lay crumpled on the floor, unconscious from the pain and terror he had inflicted on her. He admired her youthful face, the shape of her budding breasts beneath the cloth of her bodice, and the pale creamy calf that poked from beneath her skirt. He decided that he wanted her, wanted to rape her, to hear even more pained and terrified screams until she screamed herself hoarse and he put a bullet between her hollow eyes. But not here, he thought, not in this dingy farmhouse that was beginning to stink of corpse. And so he began to tie her up, binding her in a way that emphasized her nearly flat chest, pulling the cloth tight so that the outline of her nipples were clear. He slung her over his shoulder and smashed a burning oil lamp against the wall as he left. The girl came to just in time to see the corpses of her parents one last time as the flames began to rage. She struggled, muffled screams leaking around her gagged mouth as tears streamed down her face.

Blackbeard had walked a fair distance down a narrow path through a nearby forest. The girl hung limply over his shoulder, having apparently had her fill of wailing and struggling for the moment. Blackbeard stopped when he reached a clearing, dropping his spoils on a stump. His hands had slipped beneath the girl's skirt and he was just about to begin undressing her when he heard a noise behind him. He sprang into action, drawing his pistol and leaping away as he turned to look. He quickly relaxed as he identified the source of the noise. It seemed he wasn't the only one of Chaldea's servants who had thought this clearing a good place to relax. Paul Bunyan slept on the other side of the clearing, the giant loli curled on her side. The trees were just barely tall enough that she couldn't be seen peeking over them by any approaching along the trail. She was wearing just her overalls as she often did, and Blackbeard thought he could just almost see a bit of areola peeking from the side of one of the straps. He approached, craning his neck, trying to find an angle that exposed the hidden bounty. He got closer and closer, until he was just inches away from Bunyan's chest. He still couldn't tell whether the darker patch of skin he saw was a tantalizing hint or merely a shadow from the edge of the strap. He decided to throw caution to the wind, and while holding his breath grabbed the metal clasp and started slowly unhooking it. His eyes flitted between Bunyan's sleeping face and her chest, but as more and more of her chest became exposed his gaze spent less and less time elsewhere.

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Just finished a new chapter for this story, but there seems to be a bug with the character limit. I'll post it here as soon as it gets fixed, but if you want to read it now it's here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/23762353/chapters/81531940

==Disciplining the Knight of Treachery (Futanari, Yuri, Rape, Incest)==

Artoria Alter seeks revenge on a certain traitorous knight, and she borrows from Merlin the perfect tool for the job.

==Chapter 6, Disciplining the Knight of Treachery (Futanari, Yuri, Rape, Incest)==

Important Characters:
Mordred: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Mordred
Artoria Alter: https://fategrandorder.fandom.com/wiki/Artoria_Pendragon_(Alter)

Mordred stomped into her room, failing to slam the sliding door behind her as the automated mechanism gracefully closed itself. Mordred leaned back against the door, slowly sliding down it until she was sitting on the floor. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down and order her thoughts a little in this small pocket of space that she could call her own.

What had Mordred riled up now was the same thing that had in life; her father, King Arthur. Like herself and dozens of other heroes King Arthur had been summoned to Chaldea. Having to work alongside her father would have been bad enough for Mordred, but the king's summoning had also brought with it several revelations about their life that had shook Mordred to her core. Foremost among them was the fact that King Arthur had been a woman. In life she had kept this secret, masquerading as an ageless boy king and going by the masculine form of her given name Artoria. Here at Chaldea though she lived openly as a woman. She wore dresses, went by her given name, and did all sorts of other things that stirred confusion in Mordred. In life Mordred had sought to succeed the king, living as a boy herself, unknowingly following in her father's footsteps as she sought to overthrow her. She had never really thought of herself as a woman, though neither as particularly not a women either, gender had never been a concept she particularly concerned herself with. Her thoughts had been filled with single minded admiration for her father, and when those had failed they had been replaced with aspirations of destroying her. But now her thoughts were all a jumble. Here at Chaldea one's gender was not a limiting factor, forcing Mordred to confront the idea for the first time. Matters were further complicated however. More than one servant bearing the face and name of her father had been summoned. There was one that wore the armor and had the bearing that Mordred remembered from life, but there were several more. There was one that acted innocently, a pale one whose glance sent a shiver down Mordred's spine, a genuinely male one from another reality. There was even one that wore a modern woman's bathing suit, gallivanting around showing off her lithe body and brandishing a water pistol. That wasn't even a fully exhaustive list, and Mordred was left sitting on the floor of her room failing to recontextualize her thoughts about herself and the king.

Mordred's contemplation was interrupted when she suddenly fell flat on her back as the sliding door was opened. She opened her eyes and found herself looking up beneath a skirt at a pair of black side-tie panties that bulged slightly at the front. Mordred stared for a moment, her mind failing to process what had happened as it struggled to change gears.

"You never were much of a knight Sir Mordred, but I thought even you had the capacity to properly greet your king." said the intruder, voice dripping with contempt.

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==Chapter 7, Doppelbanger (Cons, Incest)==

Gudao lay naked and spread-eagled across a mound of pillows that had been stacked against the headboard of the bed he shared with his sister. His arms and legs were bound in place, with enough slack that he wasn't in any particular discomfort, outside the fact that he was powerless to do anything about the raging erection between his legs. A simple cloth gag had been slid between his teeth and tied behind his head, loose enough to not be uncomfortable but tight enough to prevent coherent noise. On the floor next to the bed was an empty bottle of one of Da Vinci's more recent concoctions, bearing a label identifying it as 'Da Vinci's Super Virility Max!!!'. Minutes prior, while Gudako had been pressing the bottle to his lips Gudao had expressed misgivings about drinking the concoction, having heard that Da Vinci labeled this products strength by the number of exclamation points it had, that one staff member had already had a heart attack while helping to test the one exclamation point variant, and that he was pretty sure that this strength was explicitly made with servant's extraordinary durability and stamina in mind. Gudako had assured him that not only had that incident been with an early prototype, but that Da Vinci had assured her that they would need at minimum three exclamation points of strength to overcome the poison resistance they share from their contract with Mash. Gudao might have protested harder had he known that his sister would immediately scamper off after he had emptied the bottle, leaving him to suffer the effects in solitude. His dick felt almost painfully hard, felt like it was almost literally burning with need. When he wasn't focused on trying to wriggle out of the leather cuffs that bound him Gudao was intently focused on the door, trying to will his sister back through that door so that she could take care of what she started.

Gudao was so intently focused on willing his sister through that door that he thought he had somehow fractured reality when the door finally opened and two instances of his twin sister walked through. The two girls walked to the center of the room, directly at the foot of the bed, and turned to face Gudao, cocking their heads with a wry smile in a perfect mirror of each other. The two Gudakos were exactly the same, save that one had her side pony tail on her left, as was her usual style, while the other had hers on the right.

The two Gudakos enjoyed Gudao's dumbfounded expression for a few moments before turning to face each other and joining their lips in an exaggerated open mouthed kiss. As their tongues wrestled their hands began to wander towards the buckles on each other's uniform. Dexterous hands pulled on belts, zippers, and cloth. Jackets, shirts, and skirts gradually accumulated on the ground. All of this while the intense make out remained unbroken. Soon the pair wore only their underwear, tights, and boots. The pair broke apart, first one, then the other sitting on the edge of the bed while the other pulled off her boots and tights. Now the pair only wore their matching black underwear, of a simple yet sexy design.

The two Gudakos each approached a different side of the bed and started to crawl onto it. Gudao's eyes rapidly flitted from one pair of entrancingly dangling breasts to another. He had gotten quite worked up while he was in the room by himself, and after the show that had just been put on his mind was nearly overwhelmed with the desire for release. His muscles bulged as he strained against his bonds to no avail. He was beyond rock hard, his cock already leaking precum, only the slightest stimulation away from blowing.

The two Gudakos bent their heads in unison, extending tongues reaching towards the throbbing tower. Somehow, through the incredible fog of lust assaulting his brain, Gudao noticed that the left-tailed Gudako hesitated slightly before her tongue made contact. Any further thoughts on the matter were pushed to the furthest reaches of his mind as the two girls dragged their tongues up his shaft, collecting the liquid that had already leaked from it.

They hadn't even finished the first lap before Gudao's lust began to erupt. The two girls did their best to keep licking as Gudao's hips bucked, semen spurting everywhere, landing all over the bed, his lower body, and the faces of his twin, twin sisters. The orgasm was easily the most powerful one Gudao had ever experienced, and with his dick not showing even the faintest hint of beginning to falter it promised to only be the first of many. Gudao briefly recalled the rumored heart attack and prayed Da Vinci had prescribed the right dosage. The self proclaimed 'genius' was quite the trial-and-error kind of inventor.

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Chapter 2

Snowdrop arrived to a large, circular, iron barred gate leading into a narrow cave guarded by 2 wolves. This marked the beginning of the mineshomes. She reached up to the bright blue collar around her neck and grabbed from under it a gold key attached to a silver chain. As a blue collar rabbit, she was allowed to roam freely in and out of the mines, so long as her business there pertained to her job.

Behind the gate, cobbled together homes of stone, wood, and surface garbage cluttered the walls of an ever growing tunnel system. The minehomes were busy in a way that was different from the bustle of the marketplace. Rabbits felt more real there somehow. They laughed, mothers watched children play hopscotch in the corners where they could find enough space to, even the despondent or exhausted were honest with their emotions, laying together in the sidelines of the thin walkway between homes. Though the conditions were doubtless tiresome, a kind of camaraderie bound these rabbits. A camaraderie Snowdrop often found herself jealous of. These were black collars, most would be born, live, and die more or less within the mines. Her status as a blue collar mostly bought either reverence or disdain from these people, and neither was very much like having a friend. She had something close in Milia though.

Millia ran a bar which was a well kept secret within the minehomes. None of the rabbits had coin to exchange, but candy pieces acted as a good replacement-- except for when someone's kid ate their life savings on occasion. "Millia's place," locals called it. Even some friendlier wolves would take a moments reprieve here, where they could find stronger than average ale at dirt cheap prices. As soon as Snowdrop brought her wheelbarrow within line of sight of the open air bar, Millia started to shout and reached for a cowbell on her countertop "LUNCH! LUNCH'S ON!" This caused Snowdrop to whisper as loud as she could.
"Wait wait wait wait wait!" she said, dashing towards Millia with her head hunched low. "Voros gave me someone's *head.* Their head!"
"What? You talk to that wolf??"
"It's in the cabbages, he just... threw her in there!"
"That's gruesome! Where does that man get off--"
"I don't know what to do with her! I've been to scared to look her in the eyes, I screwed up lunch, there's blood on everything-- I've just been so scared! I rushed here-- I'm sorry! I--"
"Girl, breathe. Bring that wheelbarrow to the back and wash the cabbage off, I'll take care of this." Millia said, and grabbed the nameless head by it's ears, yolking it up out of the wheelbarrow.

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It was a breezy yet warm summers day at the palace and all around Ceries the birthday celebration for Queen Rebecca was in full swing, Ductchesses, Ladies and Countesses all took turns asking for each others hand during the grand ball, all dressed up in their finest attire.

Fireworks shot overhead from the ramparts of the castle as the Carriage escorting Princess Ceries to the Ball entered through the portcullis.

This would be Ceries first trip to the Castle since she was four years old, before now, she had been living as a ward of Countess Percillia in Rowa, five hundred miles from the capital. Per Harki custom, she had only seen her ;Mothers twice before in her life. Having been raised just like her other fifteen siblings, as far apart as possible and under different loyal subjects of the throne. All in an effort to lessen the likelihood that ( in theory anyway), they would band together and overthrow the throne.

The carriage driver yelled into the back where Ceclia was sitting, "Pardon me for asking Mi'Lady Harki, but rumor has it that your other siblings were killed when it was determined who was worthy to ascend to the throne, is that true?." Carriage drivers should mind their own business, or its their heads who will roll, is that understood?" Threatened Tilly with ice in her voice, the guardslady sitting beside Ceclia in the carriage.

"Understood Captain Tilly." Replied the driver as she adjusted the brim of her hat and cursed herself for saying such a stupid comment to the third most powerful person in the kingdom. Ceries paused to think for a moment and decided to use her royal perogative then answered, "According to my Aunt, Yes, though I don't know why my mothers both decided that I was worthy." In truth, the selection process terrified Ceries, and she had spent many a night up worrying about an all too likely early demise, even trying to escape the keep where she had been staying, only to be carried back each time by the rather pissed off captain of the guard,

Ceries herself was dressed up in the second fanciest outfit at the ball, her low cut gold and red embroidered dress looked absolutly flattering on her 20 year old volumptous frame. Still, keeping both of her D-Cups inside the garment without accidentialy popping out a nipple for all to see was a very tiresome task, she would need to have the tailor flogged after the ball to teach her a lesson in producing more properly fitting attire. Despite this inconveniance, the most striking feature of the gown was how well it still managed to show (abit discreetly) the curves of her round and wide bubble ass. Ceries had her long golden curly hair tied back neatly into a bun, and had made a point to wear layers of dark eyeliner around her green eyes to accent them.

Once the carriage had passed into the main courtyard, Ceries breathed a sigh of relief. She had finally done it, years of anxiety and nerviousness had been for nothing, she survived the infamous royal purge, everything that she saw would be hers someday. She could do whatever she wanted, with whomever she wanted. Having been denied any kind of love life by those she had lived with, Ceries would finally be able to persue the woman of her dreams.

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Ceries brushed her hair to the side as her borrowed toy put on the finishing touches to Ceries, adding a final touchup layer of purple lipstick and crimson eyeliner.
Just in the knick of time too, as Ceries heard an all too familiar knock outside of her chamber door. "Enter Tilly". Ceries answered. As Ceries turned towards the entryway and tried to hide her nerviousness, in strode Tilly in a full Rowan dress uniform, looking more intimidating than ever, but since the events of the night before, Ceries almost saw Tilly as her closest friend, even Kristen hadn't seen her naked, much less wildly fuck a servant girl to death.
Ceries herself was dressed in the royal colors of Harki, A deep crimson red dress with purple highlights. With a smaller violet-diamond circlet that sat lightly upon her head.
"Are you ready My Lady?" Tilly asked. Ceries nodded then twirled a strand of her hair between her fingertips as she replied,"Yes of course I am, but I'll admit that I'm incredibly nervous about meeting Queen Rebecca, she hasn't spoken a word to me since I arrived." Tilly nodded and put a comforting hand on Ceries shoulder, "While I understand your nervousness, both her and Queen Leliana are your mothers, and share equal power, one doesn't fart without the others permission. while even I don't know why she never wrote to you while you were under our protection, I have my ideas."
"What are they?" Ceries inquired as she accompanied Tilly outside of her chambers. "Tilly glanced down the hall to ensure that she wouldn't be overheard and said, "Rebecca wrote regularly to your sister, Princess Isabella, in Leawin, so did Leliana, but something happened a few years ago, and Isabella whent missing shortly thereafter."
"You mean they had her killed?" Ceries said as she tried to register the ramifications of what Tilly said. "Precisely, and according to Leawin's Captain of the Guard, it was due to Isabella finding religion. "She became too pious... Ceries realized before adding, "But if that was the case then why wasn't I raised more... hedonistic?"
"It has to do with balance. Princesses Jessica and Pricilla were well known for their bloodthirsty natures, but also for their madness, they would talk to themselves and both had disabilities, one was almost blind and the other was handicapped. Both died long before you reached the age of fourteen, Your other siblings either didn't care about power at all, or wern't attractive enough."
"You mean they were killed for something as simple as their appearance?" Ceries remarked loud enough for a guardman in an adjajcent hallway to turn his head. Ceries felt a chill run up and down her spine as she realized just how close to death she had been.
"Your mothers were looking for something special in you, there was some combination of factors they wanted to unlock, and you ended up being the right one, that is all that matters." Tilly said reassuringly.
"Only because Rebecca went pious.... If she hadn't..." Ceries trailed off and stopped dead in her tracks before grabbing Tilly by the arm and staring her right in the eye. "Just how much of this did you fucking not tell me all of these years?" Tillys eyes betrayed the guilt that she felt, but she simply said, "Much more My Lady, but I swear that I did everything that I could to keep you safe."
Ceries face went hard as she gripped Tillys arm as hard as she could. In a heated whisper Ceries "You never left me alone, you never let me have a girlfri---" Ceries paused as the events of the previous night came back to her in a flash. "You put something in that alchohol that you served me, what was it?"
Tilly paused, her lip trembling, the sheer guilt that she felt about betraying Ceries trust shook her to the core, but she knew that she had to keep Ceries from getting them both killed. "It was Ikadine, it turns off the brains mental restraints, leaving only the raw person underneath."
"I... I felt so free... so happy... and I.. I killed that girl..." Ceries' eyes began to well up as the drug began to wear off and Ceries humanity returned. "Yes, but you didn't kill me, and you managed to find a peace that you haven't felt before in your life, am I correct?"

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Ceries stopped about thirty feet infront of the throne and bowed, along with Tilly, as the Royal Guard Captain bellowed out at the top of her voice, "My Queens, Might I present to you, Princess Ceries Ianna Hakari, Lady Magistrate of Rowann, and Heir to the Imperial Throne, and her Protector, Lady Tilly Valle Hermon, Captain of the Guard of The Kingdom of Rowan.

Looking towards Tilly and Ceries, the Guard gave a slight bow before sweeping her arms to the side and announced, "You both stand before Queen Rebecca Hakari, Ruler of the Western Imperium, Empress of the Sapphire Isles, The Conquerer and Lady of Isbal, and Queen Leliana Hakari, Ruler of the Eastern Imperium and Queen of Prosperity.

"You may come forward." Leliana permitted.

As Ceries and Tilly approached the throne, Ceries felt subtle vibrations in the air emenating from infront of her, namely from Queen Rebecca. Both Queens looked absolutly gorgeous, but there was no mistaking the air of authority that they both carried. While Leliana greeted Ceries with a smile, Rebecca simply pursed her lips and seemed to stare into Ceries very soul.

When Ceries was within ten feet of the Queens, Tilly stood aside and held her ground next to the Royal Guard.

Ceries still felt at peace, but a part of her was still slightly unnerved by being this close to the most powerful people in the known world. "Dont fuck this up." Ceries thought to herself as she cleared her throat and said, "Mothers, I owe you my life and my destiny, how might I serve you today?"

Leliana smiled and replied, "We are overjoyed to finally welcome you officially, tell me, did you enjoy your trip?" "Yes My Queen I did." Ceries replied.

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Even If I am an engineer I think this is a bit too technological way to control the human population :)
I am not demanding you to change your story but in my opinion, rather than relying on electronic mind control it would be easier just to do social engineering and propaganda and it is also more fun (although maybe not that precise) In fact this was known to be happening in various places already.


What I dislike in your story is that death is too casual when it could be put to some better use. In fact, it is even somewhat sad when it happens so pointlessly.
The better way is doing it as in "Graduation and Beheading Ceremony" by Juan Gotoh where the fact of dying is used as a good opportunity to have some fun and some kind of experience which otherwise would be absolutely impossible.
So I would do it in different ways as rather than making death casually bad make it something great and desirable so that more or less everyone wants to die but only few get permission from the government to kill themselves. In that case, they obviously throw a big party to celebrate that event ;) of course, some delinquents may decide to commit suicide without permission with various success.
To deal with associated pain and discomfort government may even provide drugs to reduce pain. And there can be competitions thrown up to decide who is going to be selected for execution on TV live.
Or for even more fun there can be a competition of who will be committing suicide in the most horrible and painful way to deter others from doing that and making it some form of extreme achievement in life.

This is 1000 years old tested technology way more realistic than hypnotizing people over 5g network :)
I sort of want to do a story on the similar topic myself but damn there si not enough time for everything.
>Nobody argues, nobody fights, the world is at perfect peace.

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>>14274
>Hmm, don't you think this is a bit boring world?

That was the point. I envisioned the unaffected to behave like punk rebels, roaming around in isolated gangs sowing chaos and destruction, trying to "wake people up" and get a reaction by doing the most outrageous things they can think of.

>>14260
>Consentual snuff is not realistic, period. Anything that makes it plausible at all is a bonus.

I would like to address that issue which is not correct.
Consensual snuff is very realistic and common we even are observing it today.
pretty much all you need to do is just to tell people that snuff is good and the majority will obey, some will rebel then just put half those in the leadership positions and make villains from another half.
A recipe for a perfect society :)


>That was the point. I envisioned the unaffected to behave like punk rebels, roaming around in isolated gangs sowing chaos and destruction, trying to "wake people up" and get a reaction by doing the most outrageous things they can think of.

Looks like they don't have much of the reason to rebel. the world is like heaven for them :) where they can do anything they desire.

In that scenario, I imagine that rather than showing chaos some of those "rebels" would be more willing to prevent some people from dying for some reasons like for example if someone has a girlfriend who is about to die but they rather want to keep her.

I fuckin’ love this shit. Thank you for posting.

moar

no, post your story here you fucking faggot.

Yea, totally sick of off-site links. Mastubate homosexual

i like your writing style

very much so. good writing.

>>15195
Interesting story. Not that much of the juicy parts here but still interesting. While reading it, the main question is what is "your" gender in that story and I suspected that it can be a girl until, the very end where dick was mentioned LOL.

It looks a bit funny that she dislikes sex that much to ask to be used after she is no longer alive. Probably that's the reason why she got into that depressive state in the first place :)

>>15203
Perhaps so!

And admittedly, when I woke up this morning I realized it barely qualified as a guro story. But I'll probably get something a bit juicier out soon.

>>15203
Perhaps so!

And admittedly, when I woke up this morning I realized it barely qualified as a guro story. But I'll probably get something a bit juicier out soon.

Oh, on that aspect ist fine, It is really qualified as guro story.

>>15091
Yeah I’ve been relying a little too much on OOC stuff if only because of the setting, will probably take a break from that and just have the girls killed by random goons.

As for Naruto, will definitely get to it eventually with stealth kills to boot. There are so many women in the franchise though, it’d be kinda hard to just stick to a few. If I’m gonna do a Naruto chapter it’s gonna be a pretty large-scale one.

A set of purple eyes peeked through the boarded up window, staring out at the world on the other side. The pair looked to the left, then right, then up, then down, seeing nothing other than a dried up ocean that went on for miles. The eyes shifted away from the window to reveal a woman with grey skin and purple hair, wearing a similarly purple cloak with the hood down, and a black leotard that her large breasts could barely stuff themselves into.

The woman levitated towards the window on the other side of the dark room, looking through the opposite window and seeing nothing but more dead female bodies and other pieces of trash.

She pulled her head back slowly and sighed, putting her face in her hands while rubbing her eyes. She was tired from the violence and destruction she constantly saw every day, and today was no different.

“Sister Raven, are there any men out there?”

Another voice spoke up from the dimly lit doorway at the end of the room. It belonged to an fiery-redhead with green eyes, her purple croptop showing off her midriff with it also exaggerating the size of her meaty breasts, slightly jiggling as she walked further into the room, stopping behind Raven.

Raven sighed at her friend’s disposition. “No, Starfire. There’s no anything”, she said with an uninterested tone.

The gray girl turned to her orange friend and floated past her, putting her hood up to hide her features, with Starfire looking back at Raven with an expression of worry on her face. Raven exited the room as Starfire stood there, staring at the backside of the friend she felt so sorry for. She looked down at the ground and hovered over to a crate that she could sit on, thinking over the events of what happened to the pair to get to where they are now.

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Also anyone know why when the word "PENIS" is used it makes it highlighted and in all caps? It's kind of annoying.

The two blue cat women bounced their chins off of the crotches of the dog-men they were pleasing with their mouths. The sacks of the men smacked against the girls faces with every pump they delivered to their watering jaws. The men grabbed the women’s heads as their pumps quickened, until they both crescendo into a loud climax filled with moans and barks. A sea of cum filled the two women’s mouths as they sucked and swallowed every last drop of precious man-batter that entered their maws, trying their hardest not to drop any on the floor.

After finally finishing their explosive orgasms inside of the two feline females, the dog men pulled their pants and walked out of the recreation room, high-fiving one another as the pair of big-titted anthropomorphic catgirls kneel there, letting the semen hit the back of their throats as they finished swallowing the last of it. The older of the two looked at the younger one with a disappointed look on her face.

“I told you to use your tongue when you’re pleasing the superior species, Nicole”, the older blue cat said, her large breasts heaving as she chastised her daughter’s sexual experience.

Nicole, the younger looking blue cat, turned her face from the floor and looked at the older woman. “Sorry, mother. I forgot.”

Nicole’s mother, Mary, turned away from her daughter, staring at her own now-soaking wet crotch. She looked back up to her younger child with a dissatisfied look.

“That’s what you say every time we get males who want to use us. ‘You forgot’. There is no forgetting when it’s life or death, Nicole.”

Nicole nodded. “Yes, mother.”

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Princess Bubblegum looked down at the defenses set up alongside the walls of her castle from her balcony. There were Daughters of Eve soldiers armed with rifles and missile launchers everywhere on top of the wall, with some machine turrets set up on the circular towers on each corner of the walls surrounding the castle. There were women of all shapes, colors, and sizes armed to the teeth, holding AK-47s, M16s, RPGs and covered head to toe in body armor and ammo pouches. Like all of the Daughters’, they were mostly blue clothes and fatigues with the female sex symbol plastered somewhere on their attire.

All of the women were either polishing their guns and reinforcing parts of the wall, with some of them filling up the turrets with ammo. In the courtyard of her castle, she saw Susan Strong, the giant buff woman who had already been used to living underground for so long, sharpening a giant blade she was going to carry into battle. Across from her she saw the Asari, the elite all-female fighting force of blue alien women, adjusting the magazines of their rifles and cleaning off dirty armor pieces they had on.

The pink Princess sighed at the display. She never wanted her Queendom to fall into such a war-like state, but since the Purge happened, she has had to take responsibility for one of the last few bastions of female freedom above ground. She no longer had access to her Banana Guards or her Gumball Guardians as they all either defected to the Sons or were killed at some other point, so fighting along other members of her sex was all she could do now.

What happened leading up to the war she was currently entangled in with the Sons of Adam was still a mystery, though she has had to sacrifice a lot of friendships with the opposite sex in order for her and her sisters to survive.

She looked over the barren wasteland surrounding the candy queendom, no doubt due to the “continued existence” of her sex that was peddled on the news for years, for any sign of the male army coming their way. The sun was setting, and there was no doubt that the Sons of Adam would be upon her army soon.

She didn’t really need to do that, she had scouts and watchtowers stationed around her looking out for any signs of trouble, but her anxious nature compelled her to look out for any men anyways.

She stepped back into her chambers, closing the doors behind her and stepping in front of a mirror on top of her desk to check herself and her own gear out. She had on various pouches contacting ammunition and medicine across her busty-chest, with a utility belt situation around her waist. She wore a blue headband sporting the female sex symbol with a fist on it, and had head pink bubblegum hair tied up in a ponytail. Behind her, a custom built assault rifle stood on the side of her bed, tally marks etched into the metal signifying the amount of men she had already killed. If no one knew who she was, they wouldn’t have ever figured she was a Princess, or a scientist.

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I'm quickly becoming a fan of your stories. Love this "corpse going haywire when brain is removed" fantasy :)

Thanks! It's very silly but very hot.

As I said these are all kind of spur of the moment- if you like that kind of thing, feel free to offer suggestions for more!

Nice story.

Not bad!

>>14909
Really love these! If possible I'd like to see more like Extra Credit, maybe with a bit more focus on the femdom aspect with women making fun of boys as their bodies twitch and flail.

love how the horny little boys just kept cumming and humping even though they just lost their heads

would be interested in reading more if you write any

Excellent story! Actually, at the present time I think is the best one around here!

Keep on writing dude!

Gr8 stuff! Want 2 see more!

This is fucking excellent. Thank you for sharing, man.

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ROBOT FABRİKASINDA SOYGUN

soyguncular fabrika binasından yola kurdukları kurdukları zip-line hattı sayesinde yaklaşık
6 milyon dolar değerinde 53 adet robotu çaldılar polis şimdi heryerde onları arıyor

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"iyi bağladın değil mi?"
"evet"
"POLİS !!!"
"polis geliyor çabuk ol"

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"hoşgeldin"
"buz kıracağını aldım"
"harika bu arada banyoya geçelim"
"neden ?"
"sana bir sürprizim"

"şey yerde ne-"

Sanırsam artık büyük bıçakları kullanabilirim fakat önce gözü çıkarıp kendime bozuk gözümle değiştirmem lazım ondan sonra eğlenceli kısma geçebilirim,Yavaş yavaş gözü çıkardım acaba ikinci gözüde çıkarsam mı ? neden olmasın yedekte durması iyi olur.Şimdi eğlenceli kısıma geldim büyük bıçak darbeleriyle parçalama zamanı

Kollar:
Ortasını ayırmak çokta zor olsada iki elinizle bıçağı tutup vurursanız çok kolay sanırsam anatomide bu bölüme "cubitus" deniyor


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cimere veririm seni sil hikayeyi oç

>>14412
Cimerin cok da sikinde olacaktı zaten

>>13737
DANG that was hot ;) You really know how to hit that spot for me!

Wonderful story! it has more action than average Hollywood's action movie. :)
You used every opportunity to fit every possible detail with excellent results. feels almost like a picture.

I think this story is even too intense to be posted in one piece. You probably could split it into scenes because now you put so much work into it and there will be not that much discussion or feedback to reward you for all your work.

One thing you may be lacking is expressing how girls feel, so you compensate it with lots of action.
You could try to add more dialogues in your future stories where girls are talking about what is happening to them or what they expect.

>>13740
I'm glad it was to your 'taste' ;-)

>>13741
Thank you for the kind and constructive words!

>I think this story is even too intense to be posted in one piece

I agree that the story would benefit from being divided into chapters, but I really didn't feel like putting in the extra work - posting on Gurochan at the moment is a bit of a hassle. Also, I'm lazy. I might go over and format the story better on Pixiv, once it's finished.

>One thing you may be lacking is expressing how girls feel

I agree, and I've tried to focus more on that in the newest part (last two posts). There's definitely still room for improvement though.

Great Story!
But ... did I miss sth?
What is supposed to happen to Katie and Anna, then?

This story is by Erotickynk and Bluebeard. Split into 2 parts because of its length.

Playtime:

It's playtime again for us teens, and it reminds me of when we were all kids, playing in Zander's basement. We'd play adventure things like Hobbits and Wizards and Elves, and once in awhile we'd play Doctor, and even had Zander take our temperature once with a rectal thermometer. But this playtime is a different kind of fun.

The old furnace is rumbling and roaring away in the corner of Zander's basement and it's pumping heat into the room. It's because we left all the windows open upstairs and the cold air is setting off the thermostat up there, so we're toasty warm down here. I can feel how moist the creases of my inner thighs are and I'm not sure if it's all sweat or if ... well, if my crazy horniness is seeping down my legs.

I mean, who wouldn't be horny if they were down here playing this new game? We've discovered that dying is sexual. This kind is anyway - dying and coming back to life.

It's Emmi's turn again and Zander is helping her loop the plastic covered TV cable around her throat.

"Let your upper throat come down on the cable," he says, his voice tinged with excitement, "It's amazing and you last longer."

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Part 2 of Playtime:

race is hanging, a scarf tight around her throat, her body hanging limp. Pee dribbling onto the floor under her.

I watch Zander and Emmi grasp Trace's limp legs and lift while Jess climbs up on a chair and struggles to get the scarf from around her throat. It takes them too long.

I know that Trace is dead. She went solo and now she's dead.

When they finally get her down and lay her on the floor, Zander tries mouth-to-mouth as Emmi backs away, her hands at her mouth. Emmi is crying.

Zander works hard to bring Trace back, but it's too late.

I hear talk of ambulances and police, parents and the newspapers. Questions about why she did it – did she want to die? Was it to get our attention?

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Another great story bu Erotickynk. Please enjoy "Sister's".

Sister's:

As I walk through the door and call out to Cassie; "I'm home!" I'm hoping she won't be mad that I pigged out at the Dairy Queen without her. Shawna was working and she was always good for a sundae or a banana split and today I got both, plus a big 7-Up. The thing is, Shawna likes me but hates Cassie.

In my foster family you have to take whatever food you can get because there's never a guarantee our drunken foster mom will actually miracle her ass into the kitchen and make dinner. Hell, it's a miracle if there's food in the house, let alone ice cream and soda.

Cassie doesn't answer, which is weird because the front door was unlocked and I can see her backpack on the floor by the stairs, so I know she's home from school. I start thinking that maybe she went back out when I hear the toilet lid upstairs clatter like someone dropped it.

I run up the stairs, yelling "Caaaasssssiiiieeeee, answer meeeeeeeee" hoping it will make her smile. Her smiles are rare. They're rare for both of us - there's not a lot to smile about in our shitty lives. We're not really sisters, we're foster sisters, but we love each other like real sisters.

But she's not in our bedroom, so I dump my bag on my bed and head down the hall to the bathroom. The door is ajar, so I push it open slowly ..."You peeing?" I ask as I slide inside.

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Another great story bu Erotickynk. Please enjoy "Sister's".

Sister's:

As I walk through the door and call out to Cassie; "I'm home!" I'm hoping she won't be mad that I pigged out at the Dairy Queen without her. Shawna was working and she was always good for a sundae or a banana split and today I got both, plus a big 7-Up. The thing is, Shawna likes me but hates Cassie.

In my foster family you have to take whatever food you can get because there's never a guarantee our drunken foster mom will actually miracle her ass into the kitchen and make dinner. Hell, it's a miracle if there's food in the house, let alone ice cream and soda.

Cassie doesn't answer, which is weird because the front door was unlocked and I can see her backpack on the floor by the stairs, so I know she's home from school. I start thinking that maybe she went back out when I hear the toilet lid upstairs clatter like someone dropped it.

I run up the stairs, yelling "Caaaasssssiiiieeeee, answer meeeeeeeee" hoping it will make her smile. Her smiles are rare. They're rare for both of us - there's not a lot to smile about in our shitty lives. We're not really sisters, we're foster sisters, but we love each other like real sisters.

But she's not in our bedroom, so I dump my bag on my bed and head down the hall to the bathroom. The door is ajar, so I push it open slowly ..."You peeing?" I ask as I slide inside.

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Nice story!