Pt 1

Samantha sat in her dorm room listlessly rocking her computer chair, staring out the window without seeing anything beyond. If you had walked into the room and asked her what the weather was like outside she would not have been able to tell you. The small TV in the corner was playing her favourite show on Netflix but she was not even aware of it, she was too lost in her own thoughts. Samantha’s twenty-first birthday was in less than two weeks and then it would be too late. Again.

Nearly twenty one years ago, Samantha had been born into a world where cooking and eating young girls were accepted, even common-place. She had been to two parties where girl-meat was on the menu before she turned six, the age at which she herself became eligible for slaughter. The first had been a family gathering where one of her older cousins, thirteen or fourteen at the time, had been spit-roasted. The other, she could not remember the occasion, had involved two girls not much older than her being boiled together in a big stew pot. She remembered finding it funny, as if they were taking a bath outside. She also remembered how tasty the stew had been later.

Throughout her childhood, Samantha had always carried the assumption that she was bound for the dinner table sooner or later. Nobody had told her this or even, as far as she could remember, suggested it as a joke, it was just something that she “knew”. As she got older, she saw more and more girls like her cooked and eaten, always enjoying those she got a chance to taste. She went to parties where the Birthday Girl got barbecued, went to restaurants where, instead of a menu, a live girl was brought to the table to help you pick which pieces you wanted, there were even more family reunions, weddings and other celebrations where girls from her family were cooked. The more girls she ate, the more certain she became that she would join them one day.

Then she had turned fifteen and suddenly found herself not only uneaten but now ineligible to ever be so. She did not know how to feel. There was relief to an extent but also a strange disappointment. It was not exactly that she wanted to be eaten. She was a happy girl who enjoyed life and was more than happy to go on living it but knowing that she would now never be cooked felt strange and a little upsetting, like she had missed out on a big opportunity. Then, when she was seventeen, that law had been changed. In response to increasing demand for girl-meat, the age of eligibility was extended downwards from six to four and upwards from fourteen to twenty. Once again, Samantha had found herself of an age where she could be cooked and the familiar feeling of certainty had, slowly but surely, crept back. It was almost like being given a second chance at a prize, albeit a prize she was not sure that she wanted, but a second chance none the less.

And yet the years had rolled by once again, years filled with parties and even dates to girl-meat restaurants, while Samantha remained almost obstinately alive and uneaten. It was not as if anyone had asked her directly but there had been plenty of occasions when volunteers were called for. She had waited for someone to suggest it to her, for her friends to apply a little peer-pressure, and yet it had never come and now, here she was once more, about to cross the boundary beyond which nobody would ever taste her meat.

She had certainly made the most of her life so far. She had studied hard at school, got great GCSE results and followed those up with even more impressive A-Levels, earning her a place at the top university of her choice, on her way towards what was sure to be a glittering career. And yet she felt unfulfilled. However much she thought about the future and tried to look forward to it, she could not shake the feeling that, whatever was to happen in the years ahead she was not supposed to be a part of it and that her destiny lay on the dining table. But could she bring herself to make that choice? To volunteer her body at some party or sign herself over to a restaurant to be eaten by strangers?

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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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NanoTek Incident Log #20997901129

Subject: Melissa Tanner
Age: 26
Position: Junior Lab Technician (Experimental Power Development)
Status: Permanent Reassignment

Summary: Incident occurred when subject approached prototype XBH-20107 - a device capable of simulating the effects a miniature black hole for the purposes of testing theories on near-limitless power generation. While presenting the prototype to some visiting VIPs, the subject attempted to show off the size of the simulated black hole by holding her hand out and placing her thumb and index finger around the target area. Due to an unexpected integer overflow in the clock of the prototype's programming, the device engaged and the simulation became active. As her fingers were suddenly inside the event horizon of the simulated black hole, the subject was sucked into the invisible simulated singularity, as can be seen in Camera Log [REDACTED]. The subject's hand being was pulled in first (stretching into a thin strand while approaching), followed by the rest of her arm, then her torso and head, her other arm, and then her legs last (the subject's high heels flew off her feet due to the sudden flinging force and are currently being analyzed in [REDACTED]). While the subject's body initially appeared to fully de-materialize in the process, further inspection of the incident site has shown that the subject was compressed to a sphere with a mass of approximately 800 micrograms. An investigation is currently underway, as well as a thorough analysis of the high-speed security camera footage of the incident.

Estimated Chance of Recovery of Subject: 0%

There was a story of a woman who had let her tits cut off in slices by a butcher for dinner with her husband. Does anyone know where to find it or does anyone have it?

This will be a collection of drowning stories written by me. I will post the first one soon. Tags will be posted with each story.

Resident Evil 2: Licker End
(Extreme genital mutilation, extreme vore, extreme snuff)

Disclaimer:
All works are completely fictional.
All names are fictional characters, and any likeliness to actual people is a complete coincidence.
Be kind to women, they're our mothers, wives, sisters and daughters.
With that said, this is fantasy – lets go destroy some cunts.

Claire swung around the corner of the underground passage in the Umbrella Corporation's lab. It was coming, and coming fast. Her heavy breath labored from the injuries she had already taken. Her dark tank top was stained red, from the shoulder wounds she received, her tight jeans also stained from the slashes to her thighs that left her quickly limping. Her long auburn hair, in a pony tail, swayed rapidly behind her head as she rushed towards the exit of the complex, the steel scaffolding clanking in syncopation of her hobbled steps.

She gritted her teeth and cried out as her stomach wound opened, and more blood spilled out. Never good, her vision was already starting to get blurry from the loss of blood – not to mention that the thing chasing her was following her blood trail.


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Trundle Trouble v2
(Extreme genital mutilation, rape, extreme vore, extreme snuff)

Disclaimer:
All works are completely fictional.
All names are fictional characters, and any likeliness to actual people is a complete coincidence.
Be kind to women, they're our mothers, wives, sisters and daughters.
With that said, this is fantasy – lets go destroy some cunts.

The elegant figure of Ashe, the gorgeous marksman from northern Freljord, sprung out from a brush in Summoner's Rift. Her bow shimmering a cosmic blue, as she let lose an explosive burst – a giant magical arrow flew through the air, ripping apart minions in a shower of blood as their bodies bursted from the surge of magical power. The elegant woman pulled back the hood of her cape to reveal her silky long silver hair, and smiled at a job well done. In the distance she saw the familiar explosion of a Nexus crystal and put away her bow.

“I guess that's that.” she said with a satisfied sigh. Her slime curvy body relaxing as she walked back towards her camp.


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Trundle Trouble
(Extreme genital mutilation, rape, extreme vore, extreme snuff)

Disclaimer:
All works are completely fictional.
All names were created via random generators, and any likeliness to actual people is a complete coincidence.
Be kind to women, they're our mothers, wives, sisters and daughters.
With that said, this is fantasy – lets go destroy some cunts.

The elegant figure of Ashe, the gorgeous marksman from northern Freljord, sprung out from a brush in Summoner's Rift. Her bow shimmering a cosmic blue, as she let lose an explosive burst – a giant magical arrow flew through the air, ripping apart minions in a shower of blood as their bodies bursted from the surge of magical power. The elegant woman pulled back the hood of her cape to reveal her silky long silver hair, and smiled at a job well done. In the distance she saw the familiar explosion of a Nexus crystal and put away her bow.

“I guess that's that.” she said with a satisfied sigh. Her slime curvy body relaxing as she walked back towards her camp.


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Mama told me to never go to the caves under the waterfall.

“Never go there, Bibi. It’s terrible place for fairies.” she said.

“But why, mama?” I asked.

“Because fairies that go there never come back.”

“What happens to them?”

“Unspeakable things, Bibi. Unspeakable things.” and that’s all she would say. But Amarus told me he went to the caves with his cousin and while he sat outside under the waterfall he heard her moaning for hours.

“Bad moaning like she was hurt?” I asked him.

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For Emily: >>21124

Shibari

“Hey, Emily, nice to finally meet you,” I say, letting you into my home. We’ve been corresponding for the last week or so, preparing for tonight, negotiating limits and safe words and whatnot, leading to this. I marvel at how tall you are in person, standing a few inches over my own 6’ height even in flat shoes.

“Nice to meet you too,” you reply. Such a sweet voice you have. I guide you into my basement playroom where I have all of my rope and hard points set up for suspensions.

I watch you as you nervously pull off your dark blue dress. I put on some relaxing music.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I say, admiring your body as you shimmy out of your underwear.

“Thanks,” you say, blushing cutely. “And thanks for doing this for me. I’ve always wanted to try a rope suspension.”

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Hermione goes for seconds on Girlmeat
Tags: Harry Potter (Series), F/Self, F/F, M/F, F/M/F, Exhib, Bondage, Consensual, D/s, Deep Frying, Snuff, Cannibalism, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter

Hermione clutched the galleons tight in her hand as she climbed the stairs to the Gryffindor Girls' dorms. Her heart raced in her chest as she thought about what she was about to do. Ginny wasn't just an acquaintance like Luna, Ginny was her friend. She was her only female friend. And Hermione was going to feed her to Harry. Hermione knew Ginny wanted it but she was still second guessing herself. What if she was wrong? What if Luna was wrong about the redhead? The strange thing was, despite her qualms Hermione didn't think she cared. Even if Ginny didn't want to be dinner, Hermione intended to buy her anyway.

The memory of Luna's unique taste on her tongue tempted her, but the chance to end another girl's life, to know that she died to bring her pleasure? That was the real temptation. If everything went well, maybe she and Harry could sample even more of the catalogue. Of course, that meant not only getting Harry to accept Ginny as meat, but also to enjoy himself enough to want to repeat the experience; just like Luna had done for Hermione...

Hermione shook the idea from her head. Now wasn't the time to remember past conquests. If she focused too much on Luna she'd end up playing with herself all night as she hid behind the curtains on her bed from her dormmates while thinking about the blonde. No, she had a job to do now.

A few more steps landed her at Ginny's dorm room, five galleon coins in hand. Hermione opened the door. Ginny was lounging on her bed, still fully dressed, with several of her dormmates in varying states of preparing for bed around her scuttling to and fro.

"Hey Ginny, can I talk to you in private?"


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I'm starting a longer story using a bit reshaped version of the Fire Emblem Heroes universe. Any comments/suggestions will be appreciated, especially suggesting characters, since the game already has about 90 girls to choose from.



Fire Emblem Heroines: The Guro Edition

Prologue





As he saw a flash in some dark alley, Kiran decided to check it out against his better judgement. The light disappeared when he got there, but there was a weird gun on the ground. He picked it up and examined it with some interest. Since looked quite weird, he didn’t believe it to be a real gun. Still, he had to make sure. He aimed it at the wall, and squeezed the trigger. The gun did fire, but instead of a bullet, Kiran was greeted with a portal opening in the wall. Before he could react, he was sucked inside it, and then everything went black.

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Part 1:

With a furious groan the stone doors of the mausoleum opened upsetting thousands of years of dust covering the room.

"You go first…" ordered Megan, the junior archaeologist.

“Fine” grunted her assistant Mark, still trying to recover from getting those doors open. Thinking he was out of ear shot he began muttering to himself, “Two weeks of marching through the jungle, now this bullshit. For what. An artifact that might not even be on this damned continent.”

"Don't think I didn't hear that!" shouted Megan as she began to follow behind Mark at a distance. Megan was a beautiful redhead that wore large circular glasses matching the color of her hair and partially covered her gorgeous face. She wore her hair back in a long braid, with a few loose strands hanging down over her forehead. She wore an off-white under-shirt and a tan short sleeve button-down. Her ample bosom forced her to leave one or two extra buttons to be undone. She also wore short khaki shorts that put her limber legs on full display and hugging her shapely thighs, and tight hiking boots that caused her ankles to muffin over them. "I'll write you up if I hear another complaint like that again- COUGH" Megan was interrupted by a coughing fit as the dust of the room got to her.

“Damn. If you’re personality was as good as your looks.” He muttered back, inaudible under the fit.

It was her looks that originally drew him to this assignment, when she first approached him he was absolutely captivated by he beauty, but as their adventure began her true colors began to show. Mark was simply a tool to Megan, and he knew that. All she did was order him around and ridicule him incessantly about any mistake, any miss step. Whether it was his fault or hers, he was always to blame.

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They told Lexi they wanted to take photos of her in a bikini. Like the slut she was, she agreed, eager for a chance to let people see her small body and perky tits. She was given the address of a beach resort, and when she showed up, she took off the dress she was wearing to reveal a black two piece swimsuit that fit tight around her cute ass and small breasts. She started posing for the men.

They took photos of her on the beach, but they said they wanted to do some pictures in the hotel room. She agreed, seeing an opportunity to get fucked by several men at once. As they continued, she began to pose like the whore she was, until she started to strip. Eventually, Lexi was naked in a hotel room full of men who wanted to fuck the tiny cumslut. At first, she liked being gangbanged. She had never had more than one cock inside her before. They recorded everything as they used her, fucking her tight pussy, ramming her raw asshole, and violating her soft throat. The men touched every inch of her skin. They groped her tiny body, licked her down and forced her into painful sex positions, bending her slim figure and arching her back so much that Lexi thought she would break. Then they began to fuck her harder. She took the pain like a submissive bitch. They kept going harder. Every orgasm made her scream and quiver with pleasure as they pumped her full of semen. It went on and on for hours until in the middle of the night, Lexi was screaming and crying. She was a cum covered, sweaty mess. They didn't listen to her pained moans. She begged them to stop, but they tied her hands behind her back and destroyed her like a useless fuckdoll. By the time they were done, Lexi was lying on the floor, her small figure completely covered in cum. Her hair was drenched in sperm, and sticky semen was dripping from her pussy and asshole, along with her vaginal juices. Cum and spit leaked from the corner of her gasping mouth, and tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her entire body was shaking and convulsing as she continued to feel the pleasure and pain as she lay broken on the floor. One of the men stepped forward to finish off Lexi for the night. Another man took out the camera again and started filming. They were done fucking her, but he wrapped his hands around her fragile throat and squeezed. She kicked and struggled at first, but as he tightened his grip, her legs kicked softer until they only trembled and shook just like the rest of her tiny body. She made gasping noises that became weaker until her voice died in her cum drenched throat. Only her tongue was left moving outside her soft lips. Her face shuddered and her eyes rolled back. As the rest of her body grew still, Lexi closed her eyes and fell limp. He released her neck to reveal bruises where he strangled her. Her head fell on the carpet with a light thud. She looked like she was dead, but they checked her pulse and found out that the slut was still alive. They tied her legs together and loaded her lifeless body into their van like a piece of meat.

Lexi wasn't seen again by anyone until six months later. Videos and pictures started to come out on the deep web illegal porn circles. First it was the pictures taken of her shoot and the video of her first gang rape. There were over two hundred photos of her getting gradually sluttier. First her poses got more suggestive, then her top came off to reveal her soft tits. Then she took off her panties to show a perfectly shaved tight little pussy. The video showed what happened to the cute, slutty little fuckdoll when she got what she deserved. It was over six hours long, and by the end of it, Lexi was seen as a broken pile of meat on the floor.

That was just the beginning. A week after that, a new video was uploaded. It showed what happened after the men raped her. Lexi was being strangled, her cum covered body shaking, her pretty face gasping for air until she fell limp.

The videos kept coming. It turned out that for two weeks, the men used Lexi as their sex slave. She was fucked repeatedly, degraded and abused. She was kept completely naked in a room, chained to the wall by her ankle. She was fed once a day with a bowl of flour mixed with water. The only other thing she got to eat was sperm pumped into her throat by their throbbing cocks. When she became dirty and wet from all of the cum, spit, and sweat on her body from hours of fucking, they hosed her down and kept going. She barely slept those two weeks, since men came and went to her little room in order to break the little whore.

After two weeks, they sold her to an anonymous buyer as a sex slave. For the next six months, Lexi was tortured and raped in a sex dungeon full of devices, toys, and other perverse things all designed to defile the little whore. Videos kept coming. Apart from videos of brutal, prolonged rape sessions, there were some of them that showed her being forced to drink pints of semen. Sometimes it was pumped directly into her throat, or her pussy, where it would explode and gush down her skinny thighs. Other times, she had to drink it by the glass as she cried and sobbed. Tears rolled down her beautiful face while cum trickled down her chin and slender neck down to her tiny breasts. Other videos showed more brutal forms of torture. A few times, she was strapped to a chair and hooked up to a high voltage power source with jumper cables on her nipples and clit. She writhed and screamed and cried, and she regularly convulsed until she fell unconscious from the pain. Sometimes, she was tied up so tight it looked like her back was broken. Her sexy back and slim waist were arched so much that she could see the back of her legs. Other times, she was whipped repeatedly until she fainted, or strapped to a fucking machine where she was left for hours. Particularly popular were the videos of forced orgasm torture, where she was stimulated in her clit, deep in her pussy, and in her nipples. The pleasuring lasted for hours, and by the end of it, she was a shaking mess of broken fuckmeat. These were just a few of the tortures Lexi endured during her time as a rape whore, but even then, she was raped after every session. The videos always ended with Lexi getting fucked hard and turned into a crying, cum covered mess.

The torture began to get more brutal and extreme. They started mutilating her. She was regularly pricked with needles in her clit and tits. Sometimes, the needles would be connected to jumper cables, so the slut would feel the pain of being electrocuted for long periods of time as well as the pain of having a hole punched into her most sensitive parts. The dildos they inserted into her ass and pussy got more dangerous. A few times, they hung her from the ceiling using a spiked hook that was inserted in her anus. Her pussy was subjected to extremely painful penetration, with spiked dildos that would open up inside her, mutilate the inside of her vagina and stretch out her insides. These violent devices often delivered electric shocks to the fresh cuts inside her pussy. She never lasted long during these types of torture sessions, often passing out after thirty minutes of agony. However she would always wake her up before they were done fucking her bloody pussy.

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A short story that grew out of a conversation with SarahMeatGirl :)


Twelve year old Sarah’s heart pounded rapidly beneath the swell of her developing breasts, covered only with a thin sheet of cotton against which her hard pink nipples pushed. The two older women behind her held her arms as they guided her into the circle, to support her if she should stumble or find her legs giving way rather than to prevent her from running. After all, this was something she had dreamed of and been preparing for for two years, ever since she had been chosen shortly before her tenth birthday and taken to live among the druids and the women who served them, receiving instruction in the important role she was going to play in the life of the village and its future prosperity.

She was not the only girl in their care, of course. There were always three, apart from two days a year following the Great Ceremony when there would be two. The two girls who were to follow her, Martha and Elizabeth, walked ahead, strewing her path with petals as if she were on her way to her wedding and not the very different ritual that awaited her. This time next year, it would be Martha taking this final walk, her way heralded by Elizabeth and the girl who would be selected at the end of the three celebration to make up the trio once more. Both girls, like Sarah, were blonde-haired and beautiful. In fact they could almost have been taken for sisters if Elizabeth’s eyes had not been the grey of the early evening sky, Martha’s the blue of a sparrow’s egg and Sarah’s green like fresh-grown grass.

No greater honour existed for any girl in the village than to be selected for the Great Ceremony and Sarah’s heart swelled with pride, not to mention the excitement and arousal at the thought of what was to happen that surged within other parts of her body.

The rest of the village, every man, woman and child, lined the inside of the stone circle, holding torches which illuminated the ancient hilltop holy place with a warm, orange glow. It was close to midnight on the first night of the festival and Sarah had enjoyed the day immensely, not least because she knew how it would end. All day long, since dawn, she had sat atop the wooden throne in the field while the other villagers danced and feasted. She had, of course, been given the first of the food herself, as notional Queen of the village, along with a drink which had a stimulating quality to keep her awake and alert through the long day. Now her moment was finally here.

There would be two days more of the festivities which would culminate with Martha’s coronation and the selection of a new girl. But right now, Sarah was Queen and this was her moment.


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