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    It was a mix of naivete and booze that lead to Dr. April Pritchard letting her guard down at the bar.
    The hitman was attractive, charming, and had been feeling her up for the entire night, and the runaway bio-chem researcher, thinking that NeuvoDyn's corporate hunters wouldnt reach into the deep heartlands of the Midwest, had no clue that she was face to face with a highly trained and weaponized killer. So she chattered and laughed and downed 3 or 4 bottles of beer, then drunkenly invited the man to her motel room for a one night stand.

    The hitman loved dealing with civilian targets, they were never as paranoid as the usual ex-military or criminals that were his usual bread and butter. As his eyes wandered over the sweaty and well shaped body of Dr. Pritchard, he decided that playing with his prey wouldnt hurt anyone.

    She stripped and flopped down on the bed, turning over and spreading her legs, her pussy already moist in anticipation. The hitman undid his pants and grabbed her soft, plump thighs, inserting his erect PENIS with a grunt. April gasped, and grabbed the bedsheets as he began to pound away. The man leaned over and suckled her nipple, increasing his tempo.
    The good Dr. locked her legs around the hitman and pulled him in for a kiss, their lips locking. He tasted her tongue, the scent of cheap beer and cheap perfume in his nostrils.

    Finally, he came, blasting cum deep into her womb.

    The woman fell back, breathless and slick with sweat, her sizable breasts heaving. She rolled over on her side to grab her glasses, and it was at this point that the hitman struck. He grabbed her head and placed his muscular arms around her neck. "Dr. Pritchard, you've been a naughty girl", he whispered in her ear.

    "W-wait, dont kill me, I've got money, I can pa-"

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    You travel down the street and into the center of town where a large stage has been erected. A man dressed in shining chainmail stands on top; his face obscured by a brilliant helm with flowing white mane and tail. He is surrounded by bodyguards with long halberds at their hands.
    he raises an axe and chops off a maidens head in the center of the square. The crowd goes wild!
    Another hero! You cheer as you've been trained to do. The new king will be chosen at the end of this ceremony, and you wonder who it will be this time.
    The hero raises his axe and smashes it into the stage, creating a deep crater. He pulls the axe out of the stage, and addresses the crowd.
    "That is how you choose a hero! A true hero does not wait for his kingdom to acclaim him! He takes up the sword and proclaims his valor for all to see!"
    He swings the axe into the stage again and again. Finally, a young woman dashes out from behind the curtain. You gasp in surprise as she is revealed to be princess Catia of Nobeese. She is a maiden who is so beautiful that it seems unreal. She is dressed in an elegant blue dress and her long golden hair is tied up into a bun.
    "I am a true princess!"
    "And you shall die like one" The knight yells as he smashes the axe into her. You try to scream but can't find the breath. One by one, the other girls that were hidden behind the curtain are revealed. They are all gruesomely injured. Some have missing limbs, others have their skulls caved in or their faces disfigured beyond recognition. You scream for help, but no one comes. This is just something that happens in this kingdom.
    The girls are thrown over the knight's shoulder like sacks of potatoes and he returns to his palace.
    You scream for Catia, but no one comes. She is dead and will never get up and dance with you. You scream in frustration and punch the stone floor. You crouch down and decide to make a run for it. If you can outrun them, maybe you can find help. You break into a cold sweat when you remember where the arrow is in your chest. You have no arrows left and you're not sure if you'd be fast enough to get across the square before they catch up to you.
    You're about to try when you hear the crunch of gravel. The knight has returned without the girls. The crowd begins to cheer as he approaches the stage.
    "Perhaps you are too nice a girl to sacrifice today. I shall keep you as my own."
    He tosses the princess over his shoulder, and the crowd goes wild.
    "Huzzah! I am the greatest hero of them all!"

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    I was going to die today.
    The thought alone caused my stomach to roll in a way it had not in days, if ever.
    It was a feeling that hadn’t left me since I’d decided to kill her — she had asked for it, but also was so reluctant, even at the end... I had wanted to let her go. Wanted to see her life end.
    She knew her life was over when she let me move in with her. Had known all along what would happen once she did that.
    But even so, her eyes had been filled with terror as I slammed the shoddily-made knife into her chest. She tried to scream, but no sound came from her mouth, so she just gently embraced me and kissed me as she struggled desperately to breathe even once more. When she still couldn’t get any air, tears spilled down her face as she weakly clawed at my breasts, her mouth opening and closing like a fish dying in the air. I held her tightly as she lost her last struggle. I laid there, sobbing, as I listened to her heart slowly stop beating under my fingers. She’d fallen back onto the bed, looking peaceful now.
    And now I would soon be at peace, thanks to the "queen's justice."
    The door opened and footsteps echoed around the corridor outside of my room; the steps were hurried, but measured. It sounded like a man.
    My body tensed up, and I forced myself out of bed. My legs felt weak, but I didn’t feel afraid. I wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was because this was the first time in a week I had felt anything other than pure numbness, or maybe it was just the knowledge that I could finally rest. Either way, I faced the doorway as the man entered, bearing a rolled-up piece of paper and a sword. He paid me no attention as he closed the door behind him, and kept walking until he stopped in front of my bed. The man unrolled the note and read off that I had been sentenced to die by the queen, and then drew his sword and stood in front of me.
    “Are you ready, little one?” he asked calmly. His voice was soft, soothing even. And the gentleness made me want to cry.
    I took a deep breath. “Yes,” I said quietly. “Do it.”
    The man stepped towards me, and thrust his sword into me with a single motion, catching me under the curve of my left breast and running it through my ribcage and out my back. He moved quickly and efficiently, and in a few seconds he'd pulled the sword out of me. There was a sudden pressure on my lungs as blood rushed forward and out of me, and I gasped for breath, slumping against the man. His sword clattered to the floor. He grabbed me by my shoulders and lifted me, setting me gently against the mattress. I breathed in and out for several long moments, pain shooting through my body each time I tried to inhale into my ruined lung, before I spoke again.
    “You... can play with me if you want...” I said. The words escaped me before I could think about them better, but maybe he'd get the idea. He seemed kind enough, and maybe he would take pity on me. I put one hand down to my groin and used two fingers to spread my pussy lips for him.
    He smiled slightly and looked down at me, nodding. Quickly unbuckling his pants, he positioned his member against them and rubbed the head of his dick against my wet pussy.

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    Damn, I recently cleaned up my AI Dungeon archive. I had over fifty snuff works on there. As soon as I make some more I'll post them.
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    Stories by me will be posted here periodically.
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    >>14605
    Thank you! You may also enjoy htabdoolb who used to post his stories on the old gurochan. A couple of of my favourites:-
    Giving: https://aryion.com/g4/view/657643
    Walk-ins: https://aryion.com/g4/view/536240

    >>14606
    Hello Onix, glad to see you found your way here! Do you have anything new for 3dcg? I'll be looking forward to it. I'll publish new stories here and from time to time republish old ones which have been lost.

    >>14610
    Many thanks!
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    Saying Yes
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    By ShamefulDesire (19/11/20)

    Harold was a thirty something man who was thin and well toned. He worked out a lot, and was rather handsome. He was sitting in a bar one evening, after a day at work. He was approached by a brunette woman in her thirties. She was reasonably attractive, but could go unnoticed if she wanted to. Her hair was tied at the back. She sat next to Harold.

    "When was the last time you did something on the spur of the moment?" she said.

    "Excuse me?" replied Harold, who was not expecting to find himself in the middle of a conversation.

    "I mean, when was the last time you were offered something new and unexpected, and you immediately said 'yes' without hesitation. Even though it was something you have never had, or something you never thought you wanted." she paused and Harold opened his mouth, unsure of how to respond. Before he could find the words, she continued.

    "I really want to try an experiment. I want you to come with me and say 'yes' to something you've never done before. I think you will find it very exciting. I know I'm very excited."

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    Wedding Gift
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    By ShamefulDesire (6/4/2021)

    This is an extract of a deleted and never aired BBC interview with a dominatrix who demonstrated a couples nullification on camera. Only this transcript survives.

    Female Interviewer (FI): How did you come to be here today?

    Wife: We got married a month ago, and my sister gave us a coupon as a wedding gift, for one free couples domination session with Madame Zero. We had a very fun time, and found that there was a lot of pleasure to be had in submitting.

    Husband: Yes, we found that both of us are submissives and that we enjoy being treated like objects. I spent a lot of the time holding a light bulb in the corner of the room. It sounds crazy when I say it, but the experience of being told to be a lamp is quite thrilling.

    Wife: Madame Zero called us and told us that she would be doing an interview with the BBC and that we could have a special nullification session with her that would normally cost about as much as a family car, for free! We loved the first experience with her and wanted more.

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    [consensual] [straight] [penectomy]

    Part 1 of this story was written by Htabdoolb and can be found following the link and scrolling down to the third short story called Walk-Ins.
    https://aryion.com/g4/view/536240

    This is how I envision Htabdoolb's story continues from the point where the story ends.

    Walk Ins (Part 2)
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    8/4/21 By ShamefulDesire

    "It's a shame we can't do that again. You know I really didn't expect you to go through with anything. I wouldn't have thought any less of you as a man if you had said no."


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    [humorous] [consensual] [penectomy]

    Safety Film
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    by ShamefulDesire 09/07/2021

    This is the script for a safety film circulated by a nudist colony in the 70's. The film itself does not survive and may have been created many years prior, but eyewitnesses state that the film was shot and played back for audiences during the camp's lifetime. The film itself was silent and the script was read by someone standing next to the projection screen during orientation.

    Scene: Introduction
    Voice Over: Welcome to St John's nudist colony! Here we hope you will enjoy the freedom to be naked whilst offering your sweat and toil for the good of the community. This is an informational film to show the perils of working without any clothes on. We will demonstrate the need for the use of protective clothing at certain times, and during activities that may by dangerous.

    Scene: Cutting down a tree
    VO: Here we see Brian and Tommy using a two man saw to fell a great redwood tree. [pause]. See how they make light work of such a mammoth undertaking! It is however a hot day and the work is strenuous. Naturally, they have both developed erections from this exertion! [pause]. Oh dear! The blade of the saw seems to have caught their protrusions while they were concentrating on their work! This is most uncomfortable! They will need to seek medical attention right away! They will have to leave the tree for another day. This delay could have been avoided if the strapping young fellows had put on a loin cloth before commencement. The barn they were going to make will have to wait!

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    No real stuff! That'd get us in serious trouble.
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    Dude, know your link limit! Thankfully we got a cheap but great psyche-doc to train you on social-limits.
    We can't spawn another doomsday cult from this type of idiocy.
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    ==Birthday Killer I==

    drowning, choking, f-masturbation, yuri, rape, teen, piss


    There was no key under the welcome mat. Jana said there would be one, that they always left one under the mat for their daughter when she got home. It wasn’t there. Maybe it was under that flower pot?

    Emma looked and huffed when the pavement underneath was bare. “Fucking Jana can’t gather intel for shit.” It might be in the dirt, but she wasn’t about to tear up the porch looking for the damned thing.

    She pulled a paperclip out of her purse, unraveled it, and stuck it in the keyhole. Something clicked and she turned the knob. Emma cracked the door open and slipped in, closing it behind her.

    “James?” A voice yelled around the corner.


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    I had this idea on my head for a while (more of a scene, really) and as I waited for someone to finish proofreading the prequel to The Farm, I started working on it and it soon became this.

    Let me know what you think!

    Also, on a personal note, this may (or may not) be my last story for a while, as I really have to dedicate more time to my real work. I recently quit my job to become independent, but writing is taking a lot of time, so I think I will have to quit, at least for a while until I get my own business moving...

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    Nina and I were laying on the lower sundeck, just enjoying ourselves near the water. The sky was perfectly clear and the day was warm, without being too hot, which was all the better for me.

    The ship was at anchor, near Fonualei, in Tonga, a small island chain in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. If you ever search tropical paradise on Google, this would probably be the first result as the place is filled with uninhabited islands, coconut trees and coral reefs, and the water is so clear it almost looks like a pool sometimes.

    We had gotten there after 3 weeks at sea, and I was glad for that passage to be over. The sea had been very rough, and I spent most of the time either seasick or struggling to remain upright as the boat shock all around us.

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    After he left, I managed to make my way back into my cabin, though my legs felt weak and wobbly.

    Once there, I cleaned my face with a towel, and then I fell on my bed, I was too tired to go take a shower, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't sleep.

    I couldn't stop thinking about what I had done. What if he hadn't caught me in time and I fell. I couldn't understand why I had done that, but as I remembered the feeling of euphoria I felt when I lifted my feet from the floor and I surrendered to him, I started shuddering in arousal once more and my body started tingling.

    I wanted to go to his cabin, to ask him to fuck me again. I was desperate for it, and though the idea filled me with fear, I almost did it.

    But instead, I laid on my bed, thinking, as the hours passed away and suddenly I remembered Sofia once again. I started thinking about her and Dima. It was then that it occurred to me that with Dima gone, I could go check his room. If she had really left, her clothes would be gone, I told myself.

    Despite being very tired, I managed to get up and after slipping on a shirt and a pair of panties, I grabbed my keycard and I made my way up towards the guest cabin.

    The ship was silent, and everybody else should have been asleep at that time, but I was still nervous, and as I stopped in front of the door, I took a look around before I slipped my key card.

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    Damn, you've gone and done it again! I wanted to reply to your Farm prequel thread as well but in all honesty while I've been a bit busier than usual as of late, mostly I was just shook. Your stories are so often from the victim's POV, and sometimes I get so wrapped up in their perspectives that their fear infects me. You have a wonderful talent for suspense, even though I generally know what's coming for the most part the anticipation is still so deliciously dreadful.

    Thanks again for sharing with us, best of luck with your business! Hopefully it does well enough that you'll be able to return here ;)
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    This is another great story! You make it worth checking back here every few days.
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    >>14810
    Thanks man! I am glad you liked this one!

    >>14811
    Thanks man! I hope I can write again soon!
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    We had to break up this story to multiple posts and repost replies due to software limitations. This story was originally posted on 2021/07/06
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    Three Little Piggies – A Short Story
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    Edward Hyde
    “Next three!” Called the gruff man in his bloody apron. “Quickly, please!” Carly, Hannah and Natalie stood up and took deep breaths. The rest of the naked girls shuffled down the bench to fill the space.

    “This is it!” Hannah, a tall blonde whispered to the others. Carly, a chubby red-head grinned and Natalie, an athletic black girl reached out, took both their hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze. All the girls waiting for slaughter were between ten and twelve years old but this particular abattoir served a wide area so most of them did not know each other. This trio of friends, however, had volunteered together after the recruiter visited their school and, once they had worked out that girls were being called through in batches of three, had carefully counted out those ahead and begged to swap with other girls in the line so the they could be dispatched together.

    Having made arrangements with the other parents, Natalie’s dad had dropped the excited threesome off on his way to work, handled the paperwork and waited to collect their possessions before wishing them good luck and leaving them to their fate. Carly was the only one who had dressed in any way properly that morning, leading her to be teased lightly by the other two who wore only long t-shirts and flip-flops, but she didn’t care. This was, she had reasoned, her special day and she wanted to dress up for it and so the pretty young piggy had been driven to slaughter in a nice summer dress, fancy shoes and new, matching training bra and panties. It had, of course, taken her much longer to undress than they others, to the apparent annoyance of the hard-faced woman on reception, but soon enough all three were stark naked and Natalie’s dad was on his way with a carrier bag of clothing he would drop off to the other families after work.

    “What happens if girls come on their own?” Hannah had asked while they waited for Carly to strip. “Or if nobody is bothered about taking their clothes?”

    “Oh that happens quite a bit really!” the woman had smiled, displaying a softer side that was definitely not apparent on first meeting. She reminded Natalie of a typical doctor’s receptionist – the kind who seems to think it’s their sworn duty to prevent the doctor from being bothered by such trivial annoyances as sick patients. “Generally any clothes that get left behind get donated and sold for charity.”


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    Good story, I normally don't like brief but the story drew me in with it's detail. I like the young teens/Butcher angle. Look forward to next
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    Something I threw together about Lyra/ Kotone from Pokemon.
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    Lyra stood, terrified, wondering if Team Rocket would actually go through with their plan. It was certainly a lot of preparation just to scare her if they didn’t. Her arms were bound at the wrists and held above her head by a small rope hanging from a tree limb. Her legs were individually tied at the ankles, ropes stretched out to her right and left holding her feet apart at shoulder width. She was gagged to prevent attracting unwanted attention. At least, unwanted for the time being. Team Rocket knew they had quite a prize when they captured Lyra just hours before, and the bosses wanted to use her to send a very clear message to anyone else who thought about meddling in their evil plans. After a bit of deliberation earlier in the day, Lyra was taken to her current location, in the woods just a bit off a route a very short distance outside her home town. This ensured that she would be found, but not until they wanted her to be. Once Lyra had been tied up, a member of Team Rocket produced her bag used for carrying supplies. However, instead of healing potions and pokeballs, it now contained several round explosives that could easily be mistaken for them, as well as a length of fuse. One grunt on each side now grabbed and restrained Lyra’s legs as a third approached her with a menacing grin. The female grunt unbuttoned the shoulder straps of Lyra’s nylon overall shorts and pulled them down to her knees, followed by her full-cut white panties. Lyra’s mind was in a panic at this point, but she was frozen by fear. She knew that she was completely powerless to stop anything Team Rocket wanted to do to her now. At this realization, tears began flowing from Lyra’s eyes and she started crying softly.

    “Don’t worry my dear Champion, this will be over soon enough!” chuckled the grunt who had partially undressed Lyra. As she said this, the grunt reached into Lyra’s repurposed bag and retrieved one of the explosive pokeballs. Lyra’s eyes widened as the grunt brought the bomb between her legs and began inserting it into her anus. She thrashed wildly, but only for a moment as the two grunts holding her legs tightened their grip, effectively preventing any further movement by the captive trainer. The female grunt merely laughed and restarted the process of pushing the round object into Lyra’s bottom. The young trainer cried mightily as the large ball finally passed her sphincter and took

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    Hi all :) I wrote this short story yesterday so I figured I'd share it over here too :) Check out my other work on Ao3 :)

    https://archiveofourown.org/users/EdwardHyde10


    Roasting Rosie – A Short Story
    By
    Edward Hyde


    Taking a deep breath, Rosie tried to look around but the metal cage around her head held her too securely. Not that it mattered really, she thought, she’d be able to look once she started turning. The flashing lighting up the space around her told her that plenty of photographs were being taken and, when she had come out from behind the curtain, she had seen at least three very professional-looking video cameras being set up so she was confident, at least, that the event was being well-documented!

    Hearing a metallic scraping, she knew what was coming next! The sweet, ten year old brunette bit her lower lip as the “stabiliser” was slid into place, gliding easily into her eagerly awaiting, well-lubricated passage. With a twist, the long, smooth metal rod was locked into place then a click and it began to vibrate, sending wave after wave of pleasure thought her already incredibly aroused body.

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    Hark, ye who want smut. Come hither and peruse my tales of the perverse... Or something. Just come over and read whatever trash I've decided to post.

    Content will be varied in setting, fetishes, and quality, but I hope that you'll find something in the stories that tickles your fancy. As always, requests and criticisms are requested and welcomed!

    Stories found in the replies. I want to avoid cluttering up the board

    Chat with me on discord too! @Singletapir#1526
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    >>14700

    I love both ideas! the first one is especially appealing to me, but it would take a long time and a lot of effort to write. The second one works better as a short 1-3k word story so I'm more drawn to it for the immediate future.

    No promises for either story, but I'll see if I can whip something up! feel free to message me on discord if you want to get more specific with things
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    >>14701

    Hey, no worries. I’m just spitballing here. If you need more ideas/want clarification on certain things, reach out to me at MAVERICKbirdy(PS4)#5761 on Discord.

    Looking forward to seeing whatever you write next!
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    HARLEY'S CLUB FUN (DC COMICS, EAGER, SNUFF)

    Veronica Sinclair stood outside the back alley entrance of her underground snuff bordello, smoking a cigarette. It wasn’t easy being the villainess the media called ‘Roulette’, her business model forced her various underground clubs and venues easily accessible to the criminal element but well concealed from law enforcement, something which was far easier said than done. But the cops were one thing, the real danger was her clients themselves, all of whom were both violent and lacking in morals. Although, the same could be said about Roulette herself.

    Her mouth curled into a wary smile as she took a last drag on her cigarette before flicking the butt off into the darkness of the alley, its rapidly fading amber glow the only thing illuminating the dingy alleyway. The client she was waiting for could either be the best thing to ever happen to her business, or the worst thing to ever happen to her. Only time would tell, and as the minutes until their arranged meeting ticked down, Roulette was getting more and more frustrated at the uncertainty.

    The revving of a motorcycle engine caused her ears to perk up, and the sight of a red motorcycle turning into the alley confirmed her suspicions. The time for waiting was over, it was make or break time now.

    “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure you’d even show up” She spoke to the motorcyclist, who took off her helmet and casually tossed it into a heap of trash. Medieval jester pom-poms unfurling from her hat now that they were free from the confines of the helmet.

    “And miss the performance of a lifetime!? As if!” Harley Quinn sauntered up to Roulette before stepping past her and pushing open the door to her club, walking as she talked.

    “You know, you didn’t have to wear your costume all the way here, I have dressing rooms you could use.” She said, looking over Harley’s skin tight jester's outfit, and the way that it hugged and accentuated all her curves. Her perky tits bounced as she walked, and her fat ass jiggled and swayed with every step, she was the picture of mischievous sexuality.

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    Love this!!!
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    Jane laughed as Monica nibbled cheese and beef jerky while squeaking like a mouse. If she knew that morning would be the last she’d get to laugh with her sister, her giggle buddy, she’d have walked slower, damned if it meant being late to school. Maybe she could’ve changed everything?

    Monica scarfed down her snack and dashed ahead. She stopped in front of a gate and whirled around.

    “Come on, I know a shortcut!”

    The mountains of trash known to residents of Minette as the Junkyard loomed ahead. Twisted heaps of metal cast shadows in the early morning light that reached out as if to grab an unwary teen, dragging them into the depths of some rat monster’s lair. Jane always shivered when she walked by it alone, even if it’s during a sweltering summer afternoon. That was before someone found Rosa Lee’s corpse. They said her brains covered the inside of the big rig tire she killed herself in, and maggots covered her body. Chase told her there was a rat sleeping in her empty skull. What if her ghost was still in there?

    Monica removed the latch and pulled the gate open. Jane grabbed her hand as she stepped in.

    “Moni! No! We are not going in there.”

    She jerked her arm free and stomped her feet. “Why not? It’s faster!”

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    Also, I noticed copy-pasting here screwed up the scene separation. If you want to read it with better formatting just go to my site: https://www.grimmerotica.com/directory/misc/junkyardrat.html
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    Lily was a young woman, a brunette, with small to moderate breasts and rather skinny. She was a pretty east Asian. I'm not going to give an age. You're the reader. You pick whatever age you want.

    Lily showed up along the road one day, hitchhiking near the homeless camps of California. She grew up by the tracks, the daughter of an abusive alcoholic and a bullied girlfriend, until one day when her dad pushed her mom onto the tracks in front of the "Southwest Chief" and she got plowed under by a couple of noisy locomotives. So Lily ran away from her tent in that garbage patch, grabbing a ride from a family here and a trucker there.

    Well, one drunken trucker pulled over to try to sleep off his drunkenness and woke up to find her by the side of the road. Hmm, he thought, an easy catch. I'll send her off to old Bill's ranch in the deep wilderness of Utah. That'll be fun...

    So he welcomed Lily on board. He gave her some bottled water, which she accepted, in spite of the somewhat funny taste. It was laced with roofies. She fell asleep.

    The trucker pointed his rig east, now on a twofold mission : delivery of oranges to Salt Lake City and delivery of Lily to a ranch in colorful-rock land. Down the interstate and some other highways he roared. When he rested, he made sure to keep Lily from waking up. He also undressed her and fondled her breasts and stroked her clit as he got hard. He could take it no more and he laid Lily down in the back of his cab and plunged his poker deep into Lily, and quite vigorously too. He came in a few minutes, his white cum oozing into her sore, red cunt. Satisfied, he wiped himself off. He didn't wipe Lily off. Bill didn't mind if his sex toys were a little cum-stained.

    One of the trucker's sperms fertilized one of Lily's eggs, which made her pregnant, I guess. Bill generally didn't keep his toys alive long enough to make use of any pregnancies they had, but occasionally there were exceptions.

    So.. a couple days after picking Lily up, the trucker threw her unconscious, naked body into the dirt at Bill's and drove off. Morning came. Bill saw he had company, and his dick rose at the thought of playing with his new property. First things first, though. He dragged Lily behind his packed earth wall, in the shadow of a red layered cliff and a few hoodoos, and waited.

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    >>14671
    I had a nice long interlude with a skeletonized blonde waif with bobbed hair named Erin and a freckle faced redhead with medium length hair named Alicia, but that was rendered moot by the website claiming the thread I was responding to didn't exist. Way to go....
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    Erin had died when Bill sicced a dog on her belly and intestines (and then Bill fucked and choked her) and Alicia died in somewhat similar fashion, except she was stabbed in the heart. Erin was vaguely from Arizona and Alicia was from a strict Mormon family in the Salt Lake City area and had run away.
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    Well, Lily sadly remembered the playmates Bill had given her, Alicia, the salty and slightly chubby freckled redhead and Erin, the flapper-haired blonde that Bill nearly starved to death before deciding finishing her off with his dog, a good solid fuck, and a wrenching choke around the neck was a better idea. By now, several months later, Lily was seven or eight months pregnant. Her belly heaved with her unborn daughter, who was now kicking the tummy of the handless, footless Asian woman. She crawled painfully on her forearms and lower legs, each rock stabbing her against her bones, as her baby pressed against her lungs and made her back ache. She struggled to breathe and moved slowly. Bill sometimes dragged Lily over the rough ground, naked, fondling her growing, milky boobs and rubbing her on her rotund tummy.

    Well, now was the day, Bill told Lily. The day he was going to kill her. In cold blood, too.

    First, he messaged Lily and spread perfume and ointment all over Lily's skin. Then, he fingered Lily's clit and put a vibrator on it. Lily tried hard not to cum, but soon realized this might be her last opportunity at pleasure and lost herself in the moment, pulsating, bucking, screaming, sighing, as the baby delivered an occasional kick to Lily's insides.

    Bill just stood there, masturbating.

    He then produced a knife and cut into Lily's swollen tummy, and Lily screamed in pain. She writhed and this led to some knife slippage, tearing into more flesh. Soon, a bloody circle was made around Lily's belly and the tummy was ripped right off, to much screaming. Lily's daughter, still covered in slime, connected by umbilical cord, and kicking, was unveiled. Bill took the knife and cut the cord. He held the baby in front of Lily's face. "Say goodbye to your daughter!" And Bill cut the daughter's head off and threw the unborn corpse to the ground.

    Bill gave Lily a sloppy French kiss and then turned her over, so that her insides felt the roughness of the ground and grit of the dirt. Bill massaged Lily's back deeply until his plonker got hard, and then he plunged deeply into a screaming and hurting Lily, caressing and rubbing her boobs hard. Bill lustily came, and now he drove ba knife into Lily's back, petrifying her from the waist down. This disability didn't last long, though, as Bill slipped his left hand under Lily's chin, raised her head, and slashed her throat like a kosher meat slaughterer. Well, blood came gushing out and Lily died. And Bill feasted happily

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    Why is it swallowing my stories? Come on!
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    I'm not sure why the site keeps eating your stories, it sucks because what is here is really hot. The only thing I can suggest is write it up in a word document or something, and so it doesn't just get eaten if the website borks
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    Three boys looked at Natalie as she dropped her pencil and got up from the desk. It was like that all day, for every girl in Carvell Academy. Miss Myers’s eighth-grade boys couldn’t help looking whenever a girl walked across the room. The girls were wearing their special uniforms, sports bra, and skirts that stopped centimeters below the crotch. They only had to wear them once a year, what they called Special Uniform Day. Underwear was prohibited.
    Natalie smirked as their gaze followed her down the aisle. Bolek, a blonde boy sitting near the front, turned away and worked on his drawing as she came closer. She dropped her test on the teacher’s desk.
    “Done already?” Miss Myers put the sheet in a scanner and tapped her hand terminal. She shook her head. It didn’t matter, the test wouldn’t have changed her fate by that point. Myers marked ten percent on her paper and handed it back to her.
    Bolek jerked his head down as Natalie turned to head back to her seat. She swerved to his side of the aisle and giggled as her thigh brushed against his elbow. She strutted back to her seat. A blonde girl with pigtails was snickering next to Natalie’s seat.
    Natalie sat down and leaned towards her ear. “It wasn’t that funny.”
    “No,” Celia gripped her arm and pointed at Bolek, “he was recording your ass.”
    Natalie looked back. Bolek was staring down at his terminal with his mouth agape. She shrugged. “At least he’s cute.” They both laughed.
    “I think he has a crush on you.”
    “You think so, huh?”
    “Have you ever noticed how he gets quiet when you come in?”
    Natalie shook her head. “No. He’s always been quiet.”
    “He’s quite chatty when you’re not around. He also didn’t look away when other girls walked past him. He’s shy around you, that means he likes you.”
    Natalie looked at him again. He rested his face on his hand, with one eye peeking at her between two fingers. Natalie snickered and he covered his eye.

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    Great story! I love your writing.
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    While I work on a prequel to a previous story of mine (The Farm) I decided to write a short story that you might like.

    Let me know what you think!

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    "Yeah, that's it baby, suck my cunt." I said as I moaned loudly.

    Below me, kneeling in the foot well between my open legs, my daughter was doing the best she could as she tried to pleasure me, but I wasn't making it easy for her.

    I liked to see her struggle, and as I watched her little tongue pushing forwards, trying to reach my sex once more I simply squeezed my legs, crushing her head in between them until she cried in pain.

    "Sorry baby, I didn't realize what I was doing." I lied as I pulled my legs open.

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    >>14498
    Here you go!

    asstr.org/~Eficient/
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    Another great story. Any plans for a sequal to the farm? :)
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    No, I don't have any plans for a sequel, but the prequel is pretty good IMHO... I will post it here once its done!
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    This was very good!
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    Frankly, this story might be worth turning into a series. It might be fun to explore how this mother/daughter duo might evolve.

    Does the daughter continue to be terrified of her mother and what she does ? Does she end up learning, taking part and enjoying it ? Does she end up outing her mother to escape ? Does she end up a victim ?
    As for the mother, It would be fun to see how maybe she explores different killing methods, or maybe how she turns into a serial killer and starts to develop and refine a modus operandi. Or maybe even she follows her own suggestion and starts keeping her victims for longer and longer.

    If you want variation, it could be fun narrating a little bit from the perspective of the eventual investigators, or of the victims, as you do so well in other stories.

    tldr : I enjoyed it and would love to read more.
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    There was a person who went by Giant Devourer or StealthBuda who posted really, really good vore stories as seen on https://web.archive.org/web/20100604003750/http://rodo.tsade.com:80/index.php?board=8.0

    Unfortunately, there's 4 stories that don't appear in the web archives anymore

    (1) Adam vs Nikki
    (2) 'Never work with children, animals, or giants....'
    (3) Adam vs Lisa, Dawn and Lindsey
    (4) Adam vs Lisa

    Hopefully someone can share. Been searching this for quite some time
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