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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is an exerpt from my new story, available at https://denkira7.gumroad.com/l/buouis

In the fantasy world of Belial, a young Princess is looking forward to her royal wedding. When a charming, half-elf barmaid seduces her Prince, the ruthless girl will make her pay for it dearly.

Cover made by Demon-Man
Milu wakes up, yet again. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re entire body is constantly teetering on the verge of sexual climax. Her heart is always alert, pumping blood into that dreaded thing that has sprouted between her legs. Her face is permanently flushed with a wave of self-produced heat. The young elf knows this to be highly abnormal, but can’t pinpoint why. She always considered herself a generously sexual person, but her current state is way more intense than any “heat-wave”. This is clearly pathological. Something is very wrong. She believes her permanently lustful nature has to do with the transforming alchemy performed on her genitals.

But lust dehydrates you. She needs more water. In her tiny room, it’s not too hard to keep track of her water bowl. She crawls a few feet towards the opposite longer wall. It’s always somewhere there. As she crawls on all fours, her tits sway from her chest, her nipples sometimes grazing the dirty floor and adding to her stimulating frustration.

She also used to feel her hair sway on her back and her sides, as she crawled. But after Princess Jessica’s last visit, a few days ago, their length is considerably shorted. Jessica had opted to give the elf an improptu haircut with her blade, Milu’s long, beautiful red locks annoying the Princess with their beauty. Now, Miluvae’s red hair barely reach the nape of her neck, cut crudely and unevenly.
The blinded woman slows down her crawling, sensing she’s very close to the wall now. She edges her head further and further until her forehead makes contact with hard stone. Now she just has to follow along the wall until she finds the bowl. Miluvae’s stump arms operate much like front-legs nowadays, but the girl currently uses them to blindly feel the air until they finally make contact with a tin object.

She has painfully learned by experience that she cannot pick up the bowl in order to drink. She had spilled her day’s worth of water trying out that method. That was a rough, thirsty day for her. Ever since, she has found the safer approach, lowering her head over the bowl, sticking her lips on the surface of the water and sucking in to clench her thirst. There’s not much left, the girl realizes, as her lips touch the metalic bottom of the bowl. But her lips are dry, chafed. Just one more gulp, she tells herself.

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This is a small excerpt from my new story, which you can find at https://denkira7.gumroad.com/l/cvdam

Cover made by Dr. Benway.


Taking away her hair seemed to only be the start for Elena. That pretty slut only had her looks to show for in this world. It would be “interesting” to see what was left of her if you took that away. At least that’s what Elena told herself. The 37 year old woman failed to see how much her deep insecurities about her own beauty played a factor in this course of action.

The surgeon’s field of work would certainly come in handy with her plans. Plans she never shared with her slave-sibling. Elena wanted to hit 4 birds with 2 stones. In Elena’s eyes, Lola never had anything of merit to say. It was only mundane, shallow things: fashion or stupid gossip of friends and celebrities, rinse and repeat. As for her actual voice, it was feminine and seductive, just the right kind of high pitch, but not too high. It’d be a pity if she couldn’t lure men in with her flirtatious laughter or more importantly, with words that made their imagination run wild.

Even muffled and gagged, Elena was getting tired of her sister’s annoying yapping. It would have to go.
The second thing that would go was Lola’s feet. Well, not all of them; Elena needed the bitch to be able to stand and walk. But the pretty parts, the attractive parts. Unlike Elena’s chubby toes, Lola’s were perfectly pedicured, slim, delicate. Lola had even gotten some cash for her “admired” feet. Elena hadn’t forgotten how bad she felt when Lola boasted about selling photos of her sexy feet to about a dozen guys online.

If only to confirm her thought process, cutting off her toes would drastically hinder the girl’s attempts at running away, should an opportunity ever arise. She “needed” to do this, to ensure her own freedom. Lola was not gonna like these alterations one bit, but that paid no factor in Elena's decision.

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If you are a Pixiv member, in that place there are a debreasting artist called "egro0001" he created an Amazing debreasting illustration called RED ROOM, the problem is that Egro only shared this work at Booth, that means this is ONLY FOR JAPAN... you can not purchase it if your credit/debit cards are outside japan... This is driving me crazy because the illustration looks amazing!!!
So Unable to purchase his ilustration, i decided to let Run my imagination and create a Similar story by myself... This story is 100% NON-CON DEBREASTING, if this is not of your taste you can leave Now, but if you love Debreasting then leave me some comment and tell me if you liked it!
PS.- Here i share you the link of the original RED ROOM, if you live in japan and you have acces to this story please let me know!! we can make some arrangement or exchange!

MARIANA AND THE RED ROOM (ENGLISH VERSION)

"... just give her name, her location, and her email, and we do the rest"
George was having a private conversation with a group on the Deep web called "OPPAI-TRAP", an organization like the exclusive "B-Part", but much more ... SINISTER.

In this conversation, George was revealing to O-Trap the existence of his friend MARIANA, the girl with THE BIGGEST UDDERS he has ever met, and it is well known to lovers of Debreasting, that all the videos of O- Trap are focused on women with Huge and natural breasts.

Mariana is a 21-year-old Mexican girl, a Redhead with a curly hair, like all Redheads, you could see closely her body with a light and attractive coat of freckles, as for her face, she is not what would be called a “Pretty Girl”, in fact she is quite regular, but what really catches the attention of all men, are her HUGE NATURAL BOOBS.


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Mistress Skye’s House of Death
By
Edward Hyde


“Aren’t you done yet?” Dinah sighed as Skye leant over the small mirror which she held in one hand, an eye-liner pencil in the other.

“Easy for you to say!” teased Skye, glancing over her shoulder at her fresh-faced friend who wore nothing but a pink towelling robe decorated with cartoon strawberries. “My costume takes way longer to put on than yours!”

“We can swap role if you like!” Dinah stuck out her tongue.

“No way!” Skye chastised her. “I’ve put way too much work into all of this! Besides, you’re too dumb to explain the controls properly. I’d probably end up getting inflated like a balloon or something if you were left in charge!” Both girls giggled. “But seriously,” Skye set down her pencil and turned to properly look at her friend, “you’re still up for this, right? Not changing your mind? I mean, it would suck if you pulled out last-minute like this but I’m not gonna force you into anything!”


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I can't believe it took me five years to write! But here it is! My second Juan Gotoh inspired story!


Applicant for Death: The Case of Mamoru

Camera shows a young boy dressed in a common school pants and white shirt, standing at the end of gymnastic rails, stretched between him and the camera. The boy smiles friendly.

-My name is Mamoru, and I am about to be murdered.

A kind mature female voice is heard near the camera.

-You like using the word "murder", Mamoru-kun. - The boy blushes lightly. - You want to have bullets fired at you one by one with irregular intervals while you try to reach me. No instantly fatal shots must be done. You also want to wear a white shirt while being - she makes a short pause and finishes with a teasing tone - murdered. That's an interesting request. Could you tell us why you chose such drawn out and detailed death?
-Well... I watched few movies where good guys struggle against the bad guys, but at some point get killed with a gun. The scenes where hero still tries to stand after being shot once, but is shot again and again, were so dramatic. It felt so unfair and cruel. These scenes always made me put myself at the place of the hero in my fantasies. Think of what they feel as they struggle while their life is taken away against their will, and lose. It made me aroused. These days I always fantasize about being packed with bullets when I masturbate. The shirt... I like how in those scenes stains of blood slowly grow on the hero's clothes as they're killed. I want the same thing in my scene.

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This is my first try writing a guro/snuff story, so feel free to criticize me!

First the general setting , I plan to do more stories with this:

It's the year 2130 and overpopulation has become a big problem in the US. First there was an 1-child-policy introduced as some kids were still needed to have the socity remew, but this was still not enough and also all these onlychild became huge snobs, which wasn't good for a working socity either. So it has been decided that the 1-child-policy is to be replaced with a so called "strict-2-child-policy" which means that also termination of minors was implemented. The terminations are to be executed by the respective schools of the kids from the point they entered school; younger kids are to be terminated in their pre-schools, daycare or some special departments in hospitals ("Department of toddler termination"). If couples decide to have kids it is mandatory for the mother to get pregnant with a second child within 3 years after the first child is born otherwise the first child will be terminated; if she has a miscarriage in the second pregnancy they can apply for an one-time extension of this deadline for up to 1 year.
Also couples who want to have kids have to apply for a child permit, for which they have to be married and which are regularly declined if their social credit score is too low.

Minors are also to be terminated immediately in the following cases:
1. Both parent die.
2. One parent dies and the other doesn't re-marry in such a manner the couple ends up having two kids within 1 year.
3. There is a justified suspicion that the minor has commited ANY criminal offence.
4. The minor has broken a termination-quallified school rule. (such as cheating on a test or lying to a techer)
5. The minor has broken any not-termination-quallified school rule 3 times within one school year. (such as violating the school's dress code or coming to school ill)

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“Daddy?”

“Yes Princess?”

“Is it gonna Hurt?”

John turned to look at his 10 Year old daughter as she sat on the center prep table, her little legs, slightly parted and dangling off the edge showing her little Fillet, puffy, reddish and still leaking a bit of his seed from her first and only sexual experience.

“Well I won’t lie sweetie. Getting cooked is going to be more than just a bit uncomfortable, but I am going to start the oven on low and let the heat come up slowly so it should be just like going to sleep. We’ll worry about the stuffing once you have passed out.”

Mellanie absently played with the cum leaking from her recently deflowered pussy and watched as her father mixed the stuffing and collected the seasonings, he would be using on her. Her eyes drifted to the large assortment of Knives hanging off the magnetic rack next to the prep station.

“uh… what if... I mean couldn’t you stuff me now? “she asked.

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A Gurochan premiere ;) I will be adding chapters of this through the evening then the final chapter before I go to bed :D

This story was inspired by an unfinished masterpiece by SadisticPleasures :D

Samantha's Big Chance
By
Edward Hyde

“You know, there is such a thing as over-rehearsing!” Samantha’s mum chuckled, walking into the living room to find her eleven year old daughter running through her two minute dance routine in her birthday suit. “I’m sure you’ve got it memorised by now!”

“I know!” Samantha smiled, a little embarrassed as the short assigned piece of music came to an end. “It’s just such a big deal and I want to be perfect!”

“You will.” Her mum put her arms around her and hugged her warmly. “You’re going to be brilliant, I just know it! Have you practised the group routine too?”

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(Hey all - long-time lurker, thought I'd try my own story. Sorry it's not finished but I'll try to get it done over the weekend. Hope you like it so far? Be gentle!)

Cindy wound one of her thin blonde braids around her pencil are stared at the math problem on the paper in front of her. She should know how to solve it, she knew! It was fairly simple really and her teacher, Mrs Elliot, had been through the method last week. She had understood it perfectly then, even volunteering to come to the front of the class and solve the problem on the board. But today, her mind was elsewhere entirely.

She wondered if she should have taken her mum’s advice and not gone to school that day, staying home to help get everything set up for her uncle’s party that evening, but she had wanted to see her friends one last time. Not to mention the unofficial school tradition she was looking forward to taking part in.

The pretty eleven year old crossed her feet, her long legs tucked back under her chair, and thought about how she would be turning on a spit over hot coals, naked in front of her entire family and several friends of her Uncle Ed’s. She took her role as party food seriously and had insisted on nightly spankings from her dad to make sure her shapely rump was nice and tender. That was partly why she was so looking forward to lunch time!

With more and more girls choosing to cook these days, something of a tradition had grown up within her school that, on a meat-girl’s last day, in the dining hall, her friends would bend her over the table and hold her down, her panties pulled down to around her ankles and her skirt lifted up, inviting anyone who wanted to come give her one spank on her exposed behind.

Of course, in Cindy’s case, there was going to be one subtle difference – there would be no panties around her ankles as she wasn’t wearing any. An article in Meat-Girl Monthly had brought pressure marks to her attention and she wanted to look her best on the spit. For the last couple of days, therefore, she had come to school without her underwear or training bra. The feeling of the cotton of her school uniform shirt against her perky pink nipples was stimulating but only half as much as knowing that her grey knee-length skirt was all that prevented her most intimate area being exposed.

Although it did feel a little silly to be worried about any sort of modesty when, in a matter of hours, that same intimate area would be on public display with a thick steel spit stretching it as it impaled her. Her dad had been helping her prepare for the spitting ever since she agreed to roast, making sure her tender pre-teen cunt was well used to having something thick and cylindrical inside. Her smooth, thick-lipped vulva was reserved for Uncle Ed – she was his birthday dinner after all!

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(repost, not my text)

Any scenarios where a shy couple is put into a situation where the woman has no choice but to shit on her partner?

Is there anything where a person kidnaps a couple, then ties them up in such a way where the guy is on the ground and the girl is on top, and the person tells them that he's not going to torture or kill them, he's just going to observe. He'll let them go when the business is completed.

I'd like it if the girl were chained to an outhouse-like toilet box, with her boyfriend trapped in the box below, staring up at his girlfriend's butthole. And she's being overfed fiber and laxatives and beans, and she has no choice but to urgently fart and shit all over her boyfriend.

The scene goes through a mental progression where at first the couple is angry, thinking about how to escape, the guy acting tough and being sympathetic, but then as the hours go by, the realization of the issue where she's going to inevitably shit on him dawns on them. It would be an almost mindbreak scenario, for the girl mostly, but also possibly the guy depending on how disgusted he is.

Really, looking for any scat situations where the two people are forced into doing it to each other by a third party.

Hello. This is my first story here and that's why I still don't know the functionality of the site (beautiful design, etc.). Also please forgive my English. (Asia). I found old screenshots of Fallout with guro mods in the discord.
Fallout 4. (rape, noncon, asphyxia, short story)

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The year 2287 has arrived in the world, and for several weeks now, a shelter survivor named Nora has been learning how to survive. After leaving the cryochamber, she spent the first few days in the shelters methodically exploring every possible room. At first, she was looking for at least some survivors, but soon realized that she was left alone. After collecting some food, medical supplies and taking the uniform of a security officer, she got outside. The picture of a dying world shocked her mind, but she hurried to her house, but found no one there.

It took the girl a week and a half to get used to the new environment of the new world. She managed to find an old double-barreled shotgun. Kind people advised her to go to Diamond City to start looking for her son there. From the descriptions of other wanderers, she understood where it was, but the city had changed a lot. The streets are teeming with bandits, cannibals, slave traders, and packs of ghouls and dogs come out at night.

On the way to the city center she met a pretty woman who, for a modest fee, could suggest a secret safe path to the city. For this, she asked for only a few dozen bottle caps. Nora gladly agreed to this deal and set off early in the morning along the indicated route. The road through the ruined streets took a couple of hours, and now the resident of the shelter came to the drawbridge. Her attention was attracted by the people who guarded the bridge, but according to the merchant, it must be the guards of the city.

She decided to come closer. People in torn clothes and armor at first showed no hostility towards her, predatory watching their prey. Suddenly, from the ruins of an old car, a disgusting-looking thug with a homemade club from a table leg crawled out. With one blow to Nora's back, he knocked her off balance. This was followed by a kick to the stomach and a weak blow to the back of the head to stun the girl. Nora woke up a couple of minutes later, but she already saw how a group of bandits was carrying her into the hold of an old ship. Inside, the body was roughly thrown onto an old mattress. The men proceeded to undress their victim. First, the Vault-Tec body armor was removed, and then the shelter suit. She did not have time to come to her senses as she was completely naked and even without Pip-Boy.


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An interactive picture sotry.
Tell what happens next and you will see it.



*Sarah gets a job.*

“So, this is our problem,” said the manager pointing to the huge circular saw “we just bought it at the auction and it turns backward. Do you think you could fix it? We need it running today”

“Yes, I am sure I should be able to do something about that” said Sarah