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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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    No.22318 [Edit] [Report]
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    Another great story. Any plans for a sequal to the farm? :)
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    >>14504
    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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    hope you guys enjoy this guro story i will be doing an animation to it as soon as i can this is a story that is mainly about lara croft but the is a small feature of ellie from last of us either way enjoy!!
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    The end of Lara’s world

    Cassius was a man who had a huge fascination with horror movies and everything in them from the brutal bloody killings, the monsters,the jumpscares, and even the occasional rape scenes.Cassius however loved one horror movie more than any other and that was the halloween movie that featured micheal myers, Cassius loved Micheal so much he became obsessed with him and would dress up and pretend to be him often. So often that he started to lose his sensibility to reality.

    Cassius was alone for quite awhile; he didn't even have any neighbors, as many in the neighborhood knew that he had outburst of violence or confusion as he had attacked a man once and with just a grab he nearly broke the man’s arm. After that Cassius was left with an entire block to himself with no one else. The only person that was there to take care of him was his mother ellie, as for some reason Cassius never went to attack his mother during his outburst and ellie was always the one to stop him from truly harming anyone. Ellie was a famous movie star for her roles in the last of us one and two. She was a huge success in her video games and movies; she had more than enough money to provide for her son and herself many times over.

    Cassius after a time stopped speaking and he would occasionally speak but they were always words of fear. fear of the world ending. This was something that truly struck fear into cassius as to him the world ending meant his mother’s death,he was completely ignorant to the fact that his mother ellie was still young and well able. It was something that would trigger an outburst immediately. Cassius got worse as time went on and he would often mistake her sleeping for her dying and start screaming. ITS THE END OF THE WORLD.

    This was completely unknown to Lara, however. It was the beginning of the week and Lara had another successful tomb busted with her allies conrad and samantha.It had been a long time since lara had some action but since her last sexual encounter with a man was not a pleasant one due to lara not finding herself satisfied even in the slightest, lara opted to please herself whenever she felt any sexual tension.Lara pleased herself after raids every now and then but Conrad and samantha both knew and understood that for lara to please herself she went through a loud and night long process of porn and squeaking beds. Conrad and samantha hated it but with the money and relationship Lara provided otherwise she was more than worth keeping around.

    Lara having a lot of money decided she would take her rest in cassius’s neighborhood and bought her fifth house right next to his.Ellie took note for them moving in immediately and moved to warn the three of them about her son.Just and they walked into the house with their final suitcases ellie approached Lara and her allies only to be greeted with a disrespectful tone of arrogance and ignorance they didn't listen the woman at all and had no idea that they would soon pay for it.

    Later that night cassuis was was watching his favorite micheal myers movie by rob zombie he took note of the rape scne within the movie and questioned why micheal did not rape the girl as well.He then watched the scene again and again growing excited wishing he had micheals opportunity to have a woman.Ellie was sleeping when she heard a loud creaking sound coming from beneath her without knowing that it was coming from lara’s squeaking bed she feared cassius was having another outburst and started to run down the stairs in doing so she fell down the stairs and broke her neck with a loud cracking sound and her body hitting the floor with a large bump.cassius hearing the bump became curious and went to see what had happened he found his mother laying awkwardly on her neck with her butt in the air and arms spraled on the floor with a small pool of blood coming from her mouth.ellie died disgracfully in her underwear and short tank top.

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    still feeling the warmth of his own mothers pussy clasping around his cock. Ellie had already and her body did not have to endure the agony of a penis that was too large entering it. Before this day cassius had been a virgin all his life so this experience drove him to complete insanity as he pounded deep into ellie his own mother and sped up his thrust and since he was already naked it was a lot easier for him to get in position he held her by the waist and continued enjoying his very first pussy every thrust wetter than the last as the last bits of his ellie’s energy that remained in her body were doing there best to lubricate him.

    Cassius became even more aggressive and started fucking her pussy as hard as he could but as she was dead she fell out of position but cassius was quick to respond holding her waist and standing up to prevent him from having to stop what he was doing and throughout the silent house you could hear the clapping and smacking sounds of his ellie’s asscheecks with every thrust. Then cassius came deeply into her as much as he could.He then dropped the body as he had finished. He had finished, but only with her pussy he then grabbed his knife as the small remains of the cassius before died with his mother, he stabbed a hole in ellie’s stomach and placed her on a table. In cassius’s mind he was free of every and anything. He believed that anything he wanted to do he could do so and so he penetrated ellie’s guts and rib cage deeply reaching her lungs and and started enjoying his newly made hole.thrusting at a moderate pace as the organs on the inside made for a much tighter and satisfying hole. Cassius could not last long in her lungs and came almost as quickly as he had entered. Cassius had grabbed the knife to make another hole but was stopped when he heard music and creaking in Lara’s house right next to him. He saw through his window Lara masturbating with a dildo.

    Cassius saw and was instantly back excited and rock hard Lara was way hotter than his last victim with her voluptuous figure.Lara busy masturbating had no idea cassius knew how to sneak into her house. It was night time and Conrad and Samantha readied themselves for rest; they had enjoyed themselves enough. Cassius was in the basement with Lara and Lara had just came for the first time on this night she was getting up to give herself a quick breather. When micheal struck her from behind lara hit the floor quickly and made a loud bump. Lara was hit hard enough to be nea

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    and so she did, cassius tried to penetrate her ass but it was to tight and his penis plopped out.Cassius started to grow angry with this and lara was squirming to much lara had reached back and grabbed the mask slightly and it made cassius jump back a bit and lose balance he fell back and as he did lara had her energy about her and got up to run.cassius quickly tackled her.He wanted to feel her ass. The world had ended for him and that meant he could do what he wanted.Lara tried with all her strength but cassius was far too strong for her. To him it was like dealing with tantrum from a baby.he turned lara over and struck her in the face multiple times knocking her unconscious and drawing some blood from various areas on her face. Cassius noticing she was unconscious decided to stop hitting her he still wanted her to be alive.He carried her back to the bed in her original position where she was bent over the edge of the bed legs spread apart and knees on the floor.

    Cassius knowing that lara’s ass was tight decided to put one of her arms on her back, cassius felt that he would need to thrust really hard and he needed something to hold on to and make it easier.cassius grabbed her wrist and positioned his rock hard penis and moved to penetrate Lara’s ass. The pain from cassius easing his way in her ass woke lara into a scream as she lifted her head quickly flinging small amounts of blood as she did so.cassius, however needed lara to stay put as her ass was starting to feel really good he was almost all the way in he grabbed the back of her neck violently pinning her screaming head down! And gave a strong thrust entering Lara's ass completely! Cassius enjoyed the ass so much more than the pussy he experienced with his first victim; it was truly tight grabbing his cock firmly with every thrust.

    Cassius’s cock was still lubricated with his previous victims blood and as he continued to thrust lara’s tight asshole began to tear on the inside causing blood to spill out between each thrust lara was screaming in muffled tone as loud as she could not just for help but for the pain itself she was feeling her ass tear apart from the huge penis that entered it and tried as she might she could do nothing to stop it from happening. All the excitement she had from masturbating was gone and she was sad and furious and in shock all at once.she had no idea who this man was or how he got in her house.all she knew and could feel was her ass getting rapepd as she continued to scre

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    softly and hope she would survive as cassius continued to pound her.Soon after lara’s realization that she was stuck she decided that to ensure her survival it maybe would be best to please this random man for whatever it was worth and once morning came her, samantha, and conrad would beat this man to death and cut up the pieces he would pay dearly for what he had done to her but for now through all the pain, she felt she needed to comply as he demonstrated she was no match for him alone.Cassius came deeply and intensely into lara’s ass, he had never felt something so good!

    There was one other way to rape a woman Cassius quickly became curious about as he pulled lara by her hair to the floor and saw her pretty face he had never had his penis in a womans mouth before and he had caught a glimps of it when he watched a horror movie called a serbian film another great rape flick he enjoyed.He had gotten the idea when he remembered the girl who was suffocated by a penis and he decided thats what he would do to lara.he quickly put her to her knees and notice lara was letting him and going along with it cassius didnt like this as he enjoyed the fear and struggle raping his victim caused he continued being aggresive with lara snapping he head back quickly and positioning his penis in her mouth.

    Lara had never really given a blowjob let alone gotten throat fucked so she had no idea what she was in for with her compliance, the only thing she had to go off of was the porn she watched and in the porn most of the men she seen didn't last that long while getting a blowjob. She hoped it would be the same and took her mind of how huge his penis was and it was going to fit in her tiny mouth.she thought of ways she could kill this man. She started to bite his penis as it filled her mouth but she quickly decided against it as she couldn't feel her legs in the slightest much less move them and her ass hole felt like it was on fire and throbbed in pain with every subtle movement.She was in no position to fight or even get way without harming herself even more.cassius was still excited even though lara was complying with him he had never felt a woman's mouth before and he felt proud as he had so many new experiences all in one night.

    His world had ended but a new better world had just began he thought. He thrusted the rest of the way into lara’s mouth penetrating her throat.The sudden speed increase surprised lara and she raised her hand in the air but even though her oxygen ha

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    he carried both bodies back to his room where the bodies were raped repeatedly. Conrad and samantha woke up late from there restful sleep as they hadn't had any for a long while.They went to check and lara and found her nowhere in sight in the basement the found small spots of blood and cum Knowing how crazy lara was they thought nothing of it, furthermore lara disappeared often after raids for months at a time. Conrad and Samantha looked at each other and shrugged, having no idea what happened to their friend.

    Conrad Went for a walk soon after giving himself a breath of fresh air as he walked pass cassius’s house he heard the faint sound of a continuous clapping and smacking sound he saw through a small window a man's pelvis thrusting into what he assumed to be a womans ass it struck him as odd that they both were covered in the red liquid but conrad was oblivious to the fact that it was blood, and even more so he was getting a small glimpse of lara’s dead ass cheeks getting clapped.Conrad thought about if it was blood and quickly judged against it as he read online this was a pretty good neighborhood but it made him think about how dead bodies behave in this world in that they don't decay on their own the simply the blood in the body along with the warmth and natural coloration leave. But the body keeps all the other physical properties. He looked back up and sighed and said welp guess he is getting him some ass.

    P.S hope you enjoyed the story sorry i had to make multiple post kinda new to posting here
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    It's raining outside. Days such as this are nostalgic. I reminisce my sweet childhood memories. My beloved mother used to feed me dinner, make my bed and put me to sleep singing lullaby.

    Now I have grown up. Have my own room with all kinds of girly stuff. From thigh high socks to lush vibrator. From ballet shoes to bad dragon toys. Typical suburban girl I am. Me, my socks, the fireplace, the window, my room are waiting for something. Something exquisite to happen. Something that is fate.

    I have a little wish to lucifer-chan. In any night (perhaps tonight, hopefully!) my mother will enter the room while I'm in deep sleep. Keeping my door unlocked lately. She'll take a good look at her daughter, who she has given birth to, nourished to adolescence and perhaps something more will be in her mind? She will measure how curvy I am. A sweet sleeping teen in white t-shirt. No bra during night times. Yet my perky boobs make monroe impression. White crew socks over opaque black tights. A shower of moonlight over me from the window will make mom jealous. Don't you agree? She herself still got it. Beautifully gained weight. Like a doll of caramel. But she is about to hit her fifties. Time takes toll. Usually she wears cocktail party dress with motherly nylon stockings. And wooden semi-heels. A woman chuckling giggling. But this is different night. She will be not in her sleeping gown. She'll be in a long sleeved red tee, a grey tight fit yoga pant and beige skin tone slouch socks. She'll also be wearing a pair of white gloves. I wonder why. Can't tell if it's leather or rubber though.

    Silent full moon outside. No time to waste. My sexy hippo milf mom will craftfully hop on my chest! Her heavy bottom will flatten my boobs. The little last air in my lungs will be dispersed. Will definitely be woken by then. May try to make sound out of surprise. But no. She will swiftly grab the pillow... and smother me... to put her little girl to sleep... for good.

    She will hold the rectangular cotton Krampus against my face. I will try to scream, only faint moanings will tend to silence. I will try to scratch, but she saw it coming. I will try to scatter my legs against bed, it'll only yield some ecstasy. Nothing will prevent fate. A satisfactory smile on her face. I'll silently be kissing my Krampus till I pass out. Mom won't get fooled by no resistance though. She will sit tight and hold the pillow steady until there is no chance of a flower to bloom.

    (Now again, right at the beginning of the process, what if nothing goes accordingly? While she hops on my chest, what if the pillow suddenly scatters out of reach? No worries. She will just grab one of my thigh high socks! These are all around my room. Typical suburban girl I am. And before you even know, my ever faithful rug will be around my neck. To warm my December. If even that fails, mom always can strangle me to silence. So that's why she's wearing gloves huh. Still can't tell if it's leather or rubber. Cos I can't even feel myself anymore.)

    What happens next? She violates my body duh. Probably out of sexuality. Or jealousy. Or the idea of I can't really resist anymore or something. So why not? This is not an erotica. So no malicious exaggeration. Every phallus shaped things in our house that night were lucky. Really lucky. Moving on.

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    'The Smothering Mother' sounds better as title. Or 'Mother, the Smotherer' .... What do you think?
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    >>14607
    My Dearest Smother
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    >>14609
    Smother Dearest
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    She related to the Smothers Brothers?
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    End of the Dynasty

    I shouldn't have been there. If the samurai guards had seen me, they would have killed me on the spot, even though I was just a little girl. The common people were not allowed on the sacred grounds of our God, the Emperor. But gods meant very little to me, and anything was better than another day cutting up fish for the market. So when I heard the sound of proclamations being made in the seppuku garden, I hid from my brothers and snuck through the hole in the fence where the refuse was discarded. My hiding spot gave me a view of the whole thing.

    The Emperor was in his usual place, seated in a golden chair that looked very uncomfortable. He was surrounded by his elite samurai, who as usual looked fully alert. I had seen them in the market hours earlier so drunk they couldn't even walk, but they were very good at looking straight ahead. I could have cursed the Emperor's holy name at the top of my voice, and they wouldn't have noticed. Standing along the side of the pave stones were the Emperor's loyal followers. They were supposed to care for his vast empire, but they did little more than argue about who would stand closer to their divine ruler.

    An old man was reading a list of dishonorable crimes from a paper bearing the Emperor's sign, but I couldn't understand him. The rulers spoke a different dialect from the street vendors, and never spoke to us anyway. When he finished speaking, the gilded door would open and the condemned man would emerge with his second. That's how it was always done.

    This time, though, when the doors opened, it was not a man who came out. It was a woman! She wore a silk kimono with so many folds of material that her figure was completely obscured. But her face was painted a perfect white, and her hair was the blackest black, very neatly pinned at the top. She carried the small kozuka blade in both hands, just like the condemned man would. Was she really the one to pay for her lost honor with her life?

    Behind her was her second. He was a young, handsome man, and I recognized him immediately. He could drink more sake than any other samurai. More than once we saw him leave the market as the other samurai lay in the mud, and several times he performed the second's task for those same men. The disgraced soldier would kneel before the Emperor, and ceremonially plunge the short blade into his stomach. They never really plunged it in, though. The strong ones might draw blood, but none of them could really open their belly and cut out their own intestines. To preserve their honor, the second would use his long katana blade to cut off the condemned man's head.

    He was also dressed in pure white silk, as usual. He carried the long sword in his right hand, and the jug of water in his left. He would pour the water over the sword to symbolize the purity of the man's death, ensuring that he would journey to paradise to serve the god-Emperor for eternity.

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    If someone could fix my messed-up subject, I would be eternally grateful :(
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    The Black Samurai were approaching the princess, not the little girl providing a PoV, correct? It's a little unclear.
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    That is correct. Nobody sees the little girl except for the Emperor's daughter. Perhaps she will have a role in the next royal household.
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    this isn't your written story. This is an old ass story you re-wrote here.
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    It is my own old story, but thank you. I can think of no greater honor, than if my old stories are remembered and defended.
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    Thanks man! I am glad you liked this one!

    >>14597
    Thanks man! I hope I can write again soon!
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    This is another great story! You make it worth checking back here every few days.
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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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    Inspired by the story Graduation, which can be found here https://archive.guro.wtf/lit/res/20622.html

    I'm not sure about the source of the pic attached, but it looks like it inspired the Graduation story in the first place (IIRC the story appeared some time after the picture).

    Other authors are welcome to add their own entries. Don't have to be introduction speeches, day to day life in the school and whatever you feel inspired for by the setting are all welcome too.

    ==Rubicon High School==

    Welcome to Rubicon High School! A very special among special schools that aims not at students with disabilities, but at those who wish to have one. In our school you will learn to live with a disability of your choice: blindness, deafness, muteness, or even amputation of limbs, we have dedicated classes for all of them. We also encourage our students to be creative, so if you have something more peculiar on your mind, do tell and we’ll see what we can arrange about it. And of course you’re welcome to choose more than one disability if you’re feeling up for the challenge!

    The name of our school comes from the final test you will face during the graduation: you will get to irreversibly cross the Rubicon on the way to your new disabled life by actually inflicting the disability on yourself with your own hands. Although nowadays many determined students choose to do it earlier during the education, usually after the first year, since that point is also where the theoretical lessons give place to more practical ones, which become more hands-on this way. Just make sure to do it the presence of a teacher who would confirm you did it with your own hands and out of your own free will.

    Anyway, enough about us, since you came here, you probably know all of that already. So why don’t you tell us about yourself, why did you choose to attend this school and what disability are you going to choose?
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    "Hey there cutie, I'm Jenny and I just turned 13. My mom says I'm too smart and pretty for my own good which is true because I'm always getting myself into trouble, especially with boys but sometimes with girls too. I just can't help myself and like my mom says I'm way too smart so I'm always finding new ways to sneak out after dark or to talk cute guys into skipping class so they can feel me up in the janitor's closet."

    "I'm really excited to start at Rubicon and it's not simply because I've added a lot of new names to my kissing list. See I like being pretty but to keep myself from starting trouble I'm going to learn how to push these cool hooks up my nose which I can then yank out hard to give myself a full frontal lobotomy. Once I'm mentally disabled it'll be the boys who are the ones taking advantage of me whenever they want to get into my pants."
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    Fucking nice
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    “My name is Amy, and I love sports. Most of all I love running. I love how simple and straightforward it is: minimum tactics, maximum pure enjoyment. And that is why I want my legs amputated. Oh, no, no, not entirely, mind you! Just below the knee. Because, you know those modern carbon fiber blade prosthetics? They’re much better for running than actual legs, because they were purposely designed for it, not incidentally evolved from random mutations. Of course, I know I won’t just magically run faster simply by putting them on and will have to undergo heavy training even to learn to walk again. That’s why I’m applying to this school”.
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    "Hello, uh, I'm Rita. I won't lie, I picked this school by throwing darts at a board... this is an interesting quirk though. Uh, what to pick... I guess being mute sounds interesting? I'd have to learn sign language and have something to write with on me... And people always say I talk too loudly, well now that problem will be solved for good!"
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    This story SUCKS BALLS!
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    written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone
    art by 行者

    The limbless girl photo model looks at you in the mirror.

    “I’m terribly sorry I’m so overdressed for this photo shoot, but I’m a little bit indisposed at the moment. Could you do me a huge favor and help me out of these straps?”

    “Why certainly,” you say, sliding the knife upwards from the small of her back all the way up to the back of her neck.

    “Thanks,” the girl says cheerily as she wriggles out of the brown straps. Inspecting her reflection in the mirror, she blushes again.

    “Oh dear, my stumps are blocking the light, aren’t they? Since you’re already holding that knife, I don’t suppose I could trouble you for a little trim?”


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    No.22386 [Edit] [Report]
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    another great story. Now where can I find these photos?
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    No.22387 [Edit] [Report]
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    Yes! Yes! Shit man, your ideas are so out there I couldn't tell what's going to happen next, love it. It always surprised me even though I've read all your stories.
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    No.22388 [Edit] [Report]
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    LOL that was funny story. I like this casual atmosphere.
    Although I as usual with your stuff, it is so complex and hard to imagine what is going on that it absolutely needs pictures :)
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    >>14586

    If someone did art to show off the photos taken I'd be over the moon, maybe worth exploring coms for a story of ours sometimes.

    Glad people liked this one!
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    Post prompts and your gore/scat filled adventures, doesn't have to always be serious or horny, we can all have fun.
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    >>14477
    With the latest updates, it won't let me do anything fun. Did you manage to find your way around the censors?
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    >>14495
    Just go to settings and turn safe mode off
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    >>14497
    Doesn't matter, won't let me have fun with lolis because muh immoral, and they're starting a "strike" system so you get b& from it.
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    >>14513
    You can get an earlier, non-compromised version of it on /vg/ on 4chan.
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    This is a short story very loosely inspired by a real sighting from my childhood.


    The young beggar girl hopped along the pavement on her single bare foot. It was awkward and tiring, but she didn't really have a choice. She felt every single bystander's eyes on her, even with her head held down in shame. The young dark skinned girl's body was bare, she was wearing only a bronze anklet. Her right arm was amputated a bit below her shoulder, ending in a wrinkled short stump. Her left arm ended a few inches below her elbow with a similarly scarred round stump, she had her elbow slightly bent forward as she hopped. The leg she had lost, the left one, was amputated mid-thigh, the stitch marks from the amputation run across both the stump's tip and the inner side of her residual leg. Her left eye was missing leaving her with an empty eye socket, she couldn't close it since the eyelids were also removed. Who could blame anyone for staring at her? She could hear most of them whisper and some not even bothering to hide what a huge spectacle she was.

    ''Whoah, look at that gypsy girl!''

    ''Three stumps? What happened to her?''

    ''She's still good for a footjob though.''

    ''Is she also missing an eye? Damn.''

    She expected those kinds of reactions, but actually hearing them out made her want to die out of humiliation on the spot. But she had to keep hopping around town to get at her usual begging spot.
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    Not sure if I should laugh or cry reading that but looks arousing somewhat ;)
    I guess she must be living in India. That kind of stuff is common to see there.
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    Hello everyone

    I started this new thread, especially dedicated to "Polaris" and his awesome site "The Dark Realm Of Polaris".

    Unfortunately, Polaris decided to stop writing a few years ago, and with that decision, the site went off the net too.

    Nevertheless, I'm quite sure that a lot of people were highly entertained and inspired (in their fantasy only, I hope) by Polaris's stories and the stories of other writers who had published on his site.

    [By the way: parts of The Dark Realm of Polaris are still out there, just read carfully the old thread in the archive: https://archive.guro.wtf/lit/res/5564.html ]

    As far as I'm concerned: I really loved Polaris' stories, which I discovered maybe fifteen years ago, and it really nourished the part my being which had deviant fantasies since I was little. Thankfully, those stories also pushed some limits within my brain.

    On his page, he had stated: "I am Polaris, a writer of erotic fiction that focuses primarily on sadistic and sexually violent females."

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    Obviously you cant seriously call yourself "The_Dark_Realm_Of_Polaris-Admirer"
    That's way too long name.
    maybe name Yourself Polaris2? or TDRP-Fan? :)
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    My new username

    >>14363
    Mysterdude, I might have misunderstood your first reaction. So, sorry if I did. However, I got your point about finding my own personality. Thanks for your stimulus!
    >>14366
    Onix, thank you for sharing your opinion.

    In my cultural understanding, Lilith was (or still is) a goddess of doom AND fertility.
    She conceived countless children:
    the daughters and sons of Lilith.

    Don't be afraid if you meet her.
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    Just wanted to say that I once was an author for DROP. I too miss his internet presence and the community that he brought together. If Taz is out there I say hi old friend.
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    The first story I ever read on /lit/, 16 years ago, was one of his. Always will remain a fan of his work
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    great story site ever
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    Might as well have a thread for writing questions and advise of all kinds.
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    > The phrase is 'betting your life'.
    I have mentioned such a phrase a couple of times, so maybe I know it. The problem is the punishment in question is not as simple as death, where an obvious antonym of 'life' could be used.

    >>>14322
    These lines sound like they would only make sense after the conditions of the bet were already established, and what I'm looking for is a way to establish them.

    Okay, maybe I'm too focused on trying to fit it all in one sentence. But maybe a better direction would be not to combine the two sentences, but to distance them even more, so that the first sentence says they could bet, which sounds like just an expression without actual stakes, and then the second sentence says they would actually accepted such a bet even if the conditions included the punishment. So like this:

    ... they could have bet that [lots of text here]. And it wasn't just an expression: they were so confident they would have actually accepted such a bet even if the punishment for losing was [punishment].

    That should work, I think?
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    Hello, I plan to post new content on this board for so long as the site exists.

    Because of that I'd like to feel out what people's preferences are for when a new thread is created vs. an existing thread being used.

    Should a writer:
    A) Contain all of their works in a single thread (like /art/ does)
    B) Contain all works of a single series in a single thread (So if I have 3 series running I'd have 3 threads)
    C) Make a new thread for every story they write (If I write 5 stories I make 5 threads, even if 3 of the five were part of one series.)
    D) Something else; Explain.

    I'm leaning towards a single thread, and to keep things quick and easy to scroll through and pick up on updates I would use external links to my writing where it is published on AO3. Let me know what you think, I have some more works to finish up before I begin the process of posting everything here.
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    Seperate for easier search and archival
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    I keep my stories all in one thread for following reasons:

    - It feels more neat that way instead of a bunch of thread all over the place mixed with all the other people's threads.
    - Since most of my stories involve similar themes of casual guro, there's a good chance that a person who likes one of my stories would enjoy others too, and this way they can immediately see them all in one place instead of having to look through all the threads. Indeed if each story was in their own thread there would be a chance that after reading one story it could happen not to occur at all to the reader that this author might have other stories. Also even if the reader didn't enjoy the theme of the story, but found it well written, if they stories all in one place they can quickly check if this author happens to have stories on themes closer to their preference.
    - Having it all in one thread also means that it gets bumped more often, not only creating more visibility for me as an author, but also helping the older stories not to sink into oblivion. Not only new readers are made aware I have those older stories too, but also it helps if someone wants to re-read one of my older stories, but only remembers the author but not the exact title. Of course, keeping each story in a separate thread would help in the opposite case: if one remembers the title, but not the author. But I imagine with how similar many of my stories are the former scenario is probably more likely, although it's of course just a guess.
    - It also allows to have discussions in the thread that aren't necessarily about any particular story, but about my writing in general, like I used to post ideas, although now I made a dedicated thread for that for everyone.
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    I do the series thing, it just kind of feels right. Older works are older works, to me they should feel free to disappear into oblivion.
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