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Part 2

The cool night air blew over her bared torso. The man encircled her thin neck and his thumbs squeezed almost lovingly. She flinched. Before she could even begin to fight back, the man let go and drove from her neck down her chest and stomach to her skirt. She was paralyzed. Effortlessly he lifted her and with a jerk he pulled the skirt and pantyhose down her legs and threw them carelessly aside. His attention was focused on the only remaining piece of clothing that protected him from his gaze and all that was to come.

Sobbing, she reached for her underpants to hold them tight. She knew she couldn't do much against him, but every try counted. This guy stared down at her coldly and his hand went to her head again. She narrowed her eyes and waited for the blow to come, but it didn't. He reached out for something that had to lie beside her. When she turned her head and saw his hand clasp the handle of a knife, she felt sick. The blade was long and narrow, it was clearly a kitchen knife.

He held the knife close to her face, she had to squint to keep an eye on it. Then he placed the flat side of the blade on her throat. She felt the cool metal on her skin and hardly dared to breathe. The fear was spreading inside her. What would he do? Was he going to kill her? Did he want her to stop her already futile attempts to fight back? Frozen, she looked up into the pitiless face that she would never forget.

With a wiping motion and a meaningful look he made her understand that she should give up her remaining piece of clothing. What was she to do, did she even have a choice? Very slowly she let go and he let go of her throat. She felt defenseless, no, she was so defenseless. And now the tears came. Silent tears of desperation ran down her cheeks. There was nothing she could do. Would he really use the knife when she tried to escape him? Or was it just a threat? She had imagined her first time differently, with a little more romance. Now she was looking down at the giant thing that could not be stopped. The man had torn off her underpants and immediately positioned himself. No foreplay, no mercy.

Part 3 End

It hurt. She felt something tear inside her and her body cramped up. She sucked the air in sharply, he pushed it in further and further. That thing had no end, didn't it? The man pushed deep into her again and again and each stroke caused her greater pain. She noticed a short flash and cried out. The cold blade of the knife stucked in her belly, just below the navel. She felt the blade inside her, just like the man's penis. He continued to cut mercilessly and she felt the blade working its way through her insides: a horrible feeling.

He pulled out the knife and put his hand into the opened wound and felt for her uterus. He enclosed it and massaged his cock through her! The pain was indescribable and she vomited on the floor next to her. Her ears rustled and she heard the pleasant grunting of her tormentor. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head back and thoughtfully sank the blood-stained blade into her throat. The blade cut slowly through it and warm blood filled her mouth and flowed into her lungs. She could not breathe, she practically drowned in her own blood.

The man jumped up: it was all over in a moment. He pushed back her head and forced his penis into her throat from below. He pushed her tongue aside and she felt the tip reach her mouth. The very last thing she ever felt was him coming. Sperm filled her mouth and nose and ran down her face mixed with blood into the eyes that were opened in agony and could see nothing anymore.

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Haha poor Brooke! This story reminds me of "The Boys" - have you seen it? In the first episode, a girl is utterly destroyed (into a cloud of blood and meaty chunks) when the equivalent of The Flash accidentally runs through her at Supersonic speed!

>>20607

Haha oh yes - fair to say that The Boys had rubbed on me a little bit for this story hehe.

At least Magnificent Man was kind enough to dispose of Brooke's remains. A-Train totally just left Robin a complete mess for someone else to clean up.

I do often wonder how they cleaned up of Robin's bloody remains. Did they attempt to collect it all for a proper burial? Or did they just hose her down the sewer?

>>20608
I got the distinct impression she was left to the city clean-up crew! Not even as much of her left as there was of Transluscent Man!

The latest chapter was really good, I love the concept and the teasing in between lets me enjoy the story as well. Please more!

Just making sure not to lose my stories due to that dgerqwad.

Bump to save from faggot spammer

I make my way across the bridge and down its staircase to find myself on yet another bridge. I am getting quite sick of these, so when I see another path I take it. It is, unfortunately just a balcony, but I find company there. He is a little rotund, but surprisingly happy and I cannot help but find myself smiling in his presence. I don’t understand most of what he says, but he promises to help me and asks for my help in return. He is clearly insane, but he give me a soap-stone of the kind that I can vaguely remember from when I was taught to write on slate as a child.

This encounter aside, I make my way reluctantly to the bridge now extremely wary of them. There are soldiers far down it, but more concerning are the burnt corpses and singed stone. As I slowly walk across I find the sound of massive beating wings in my ears, and run as quickly as I am able back to the doorway I had come from, ducking inside just in time for the dragon’s fire to miss me. I feel the heat on my face as it passes. Glancing out the door I can see it perched there, the colour of dried blood and covered in spikes. But it’s the only way forward, and I know that I have to go forward. Lifting my shield I sprint directly at it, noting in the corner of my eye a staircase and run down that way instead of toward the statue the dragon seems to be guarding. Down the stairs I find a ladder leading back to the fire I last rested at. The comfort filling me once again.

With a bit of exploration I find another way forward, beneath the dragon and its fire. But, I hear something in the back of my heart, the beating of massive, feathered wings and the statue of a sobbing woman. Forsaken. The word fills my mind, I have to see the statue beneath the beast.

The creature is hardly as intelligent as the Ancient Dragons from the tales given by the Way of White, and flies away as soon as I reach the alcove beneath it. There is another fire here, which I rest at before looking back to what items strewn over the bridge survived the dragon’s fire. Nothing there appeals to me… except. On the body of some fallen knight I find a Claymore. It is a simple weapon, strong and familiar. I know that this is not my weapon of choice, not by memory but by feel. But it feels much better than anything else I’ve held thus-far, even the great sword of that Black Knight.

I return to explore the shrine beneath the dragon. There is a statue, a matronly woman holding a child almost desperately in her arms. The child holds a sword and I cannot whether it be male or female. Outside are many passive, sobbing hollows. I pass them by for a statue rent asunder in a ray of sun. A sword-spear is held in the remaining hand. I know this, not the statue, I have never seen anything like it. But the feeling, the knowledge that whoever this was a statue of had been utterly Forsaken, abandoned and left to fend for themselves. That beating of great feathered wings, a statue of a sobbing woman and I move on.

Stairs leading upward find me face-to-face with a Hollowed soldier, this new, heavier weapon destroys it easily, crashing through its defences and sending it to pieces on the brick and mortar ground. Looking past where it stood, I can see little. Undead guarding a pathway upward to an open portcullis, backed by what looks to be a massive metal-clad boar. But I smell something from the tower to my left.

A familiar, charred metal scent clogs my nostrils and I take a deep breath, feeling how it brings back memories which heighten my already aggravated arousal. Without thinking I turn and make my way up the tower. The scent grows stronger and stronger the higher I go until I see the familiar, armoured back. This one has their back to me as well, but is wielding a much, much larger weapon.

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Fantastic, can't wait for more!

Really happy to be seeing work from you. I've been wondering for a while what happened to you or if you would write any more. As much as I'm glad to be seeing new stuff from you any chance you might add to your older chaptered stories? Sorry if that may have been answered but I didn't see it.

Nothing's really happened to me. I think I'm pretty much writing at the same slow pace I usually do, it's just that recently it's been split between several things with nothing getting completed until now. Of the things in my WIP folder the fifth chapter of School Festival is the next closest to completion, so that could be out anytime between 'soon' and 'A Dream of Spring'. The fifth chapter of The Last Field trip has also been started, but hasn't been added to since April and is in a less written state, should be finished eventually.

Part 4 (Final)

The pair arrived at the kitchen and the girl began to disrobe. She winced as the bandages she was unwinding stuck to her wounds. She then slowly removed her clothes, not so suggestively as to be a strip tease, but definitely with the appreciation of her audience in mind. She folded her scant uniform neatly, placing it on a counter, and tossed her bandages into a waste bin. She then busied herself about the kitchen, preparing the necessary implements. The man watched as her naked body rushed to and fro, taking a brief moment to disrobe himself, throbbing erection pointing sky high.

She briefly washed herself in the large sink basin, suppressing a strangled cry as she gingerly rinsed her back. She dried off, than walked to the center of the kitchen where she hopped up onto the island, squeaking as her battered ass landed on the chilly steel. She stared at her father, shivering as she waited.

He approached. He draped one arm across her shoulders, steadying her trembling body as he lent her back. With the other he grabbed the knife his daughter had prepared and lined it up just below her sternum.

The girl stared transfixed at the knife, nearly hyperventilating, her nipples dancing mesmerisingly through the air as her chest heaved.

"We don't have to go any further than this. You've already made this day more special than I could have ever imagined." the man said, speaking the first words between the pair since she had pushed over the vase.

She looked up from the knife, gazing deep into her father's eyes, her breathing calming slightly as she stared for a long moment.

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While I was writing this most recent story it didn't seem like character names were all that necessary, but when I was reviewing it after it did seem phrases like "the man" might have gotten a little repetitive. I thought I would ask if people think the story would have been improved with names and if they think named characters in general are better than unnamed ones.

I personally like named characters better, but it was a great story nonetheless.

So let me get the following out of the way: the story works and needs better formatting.

but you have given the heroine regeneration why do you not use it for further torment

>>20563
Yes, this would be way easier to read if the author added some breaks in between paragraphs.

Format next time

>>20473
Hehe it is an idea I introduced in response to suggestions in "Carefully Cooking Chloe" which gives a bit more detail :-) All the stories are on my pastebin :-)

>>20466
I am not too sure on Emma's parents - I think it was something she wanted to do and they were proud of her/pleased for her but actually watching it happen would have been too hard. I'm sure we've all been in situations like that, where you understand something has to happen and even support it in theory but don't want to be there when it happens?

>>20475
Like the mothers in the "Piggy went to market" story Edward???

>>20476
Yeah exactly :-)

Great story! Would love to hear more from Bobbi's family where the plan apparently is to cook all girls!

I already posted this a few weeks ago in my collection thread, but it didn't get much response there. I was thinking that it's probably a lot easier to find stories when they're posted on their own with tags in the titles, and since stories no longer fall off the board on this iteration of gurochan it's become much less important to try to take up as little space as possible, so I thought I'd try reposting this story on it's own. I don't know if I'll repost my other stories from that thread, pretty much depends on if this thread gets a positive response or not.

I enjoyed that more than I'd like to admit ;-)

>>20510

I mentioned this in the other thread, but this story had been sitting in my WIP folder since last March until your thematically similar story "Daddy's Birthday Treat" inspired my to dust it off and finish it, so thanks!

>>20512
Ah well I'm glad I provided a degree of inspiration! :-D I admit I did think of my story while I was reading - especially the idea of backing the dad into a corner re eating her!

>>20480
Hehe a cute little pain-slut COULD be fun to write if I was in the right mood! Better finish my other stories first 'though!

PS - I trust you all know the two above are not me? Hopefully they'll be deleted soon…

This was a very interesting story and kinda inspired me.

The premise of my idea is the following :
What if in the future, after a few innovations, the molds could be made of a flexible material, that wouldn't be destroyed by creating the statue ?
Then you could imagine mass creating girls replicas and creating a whole industry around it.

What if for example, some designer decided to make ikea furniture based on resin or wood-like material replicas of boys and girls. He could use models to make designer chairs, tables, stools, even bedside lamps with some body modification, wine buckets, and a whole lot of diverse furniture.

Even if you stay in the "Polkan era" where the mold is one time use, if you like the idea of body modification, you could even imagine making a fountain by surgically installing some plumbing in the live kids and leaving their body time to heal. Then they could work on the exact right positioning etc by testing it live before making the mold so that the plumbing would be directly part of it.

I really like this idea you explored of kids being willing to take some pain and be destroyed to be made "eternal" in a way. And generally, I think you could explore this even further with many different twists on it.

Well, if you want to develop any of these ideas, feel free.

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>>20505
Hmm I DO rather like the idea of the usable figures like furniture - I have seen real tables designed to look like the glass is being held by a naked woman - developing that into my "world" would not be too much of a stretch. I also like the idea of multi-use moulds as that would make this art more affordable for the public. It would have to have a limit of course, maybe 50 per mould? Else there'd be no need to make new ones ;-)

I'm glad you enjoyed "A Friend in Need" - it was definitely a fun one to write! I don't know if it will ever get a sequel as there's no guarentee the next parents would agree anyway but never say never :-) I have returned to the butchering idea in some recent stories such as "The Annual Piglet Hunt" and "This Little Piggy Went to Market" - you might enjoy those if you've not read them already :-)

Oh I've been binge reading (and even re-reading) your stories lately. I have not had time to read everything, since you're a very prolific author, but I've definitely been reading your recent stories.

And I love them !

>>20507
Thank you - I am very happy to hear that!

>>19069
Globally on the gurochan, you are the first person writing cannibalism themed story after that event ;)

I did not notice that holidays are some different from regular days.

>>19074
btw I actually follow holidays only for new hentai art/stories ^^

The Hogwarts stuff seemed moderately popular. I gave up on the timeline I was building, but I did get this done. I just wanted to write SOMETHING. Hopefully I never posted a draft of it before?



The clone of Miley Cyrus looked around the Gryffindor common room, smiling at the laughter and screams and sounds of power tools. They had just won the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw (leaving only half of their team dead, as opposed to three quarters of the other team, which was really used to determine the winner more than the score was) and Gryffindor House was celebrating. Most of the small amount of clothing on display was their trademark gold and scarlet of their House, but there was a bit of Ravenclaw blue and silver.


As was school tradition, Gryffindor had taken the cheerleaders of their rivals at the end of the game. The girls were being fucked mercilessly, a revolving line of girls took advantage of them with a dizzying array of toys. They would be beaten and broken, and they would all be cute little corpses by the morning, but none of it was meanspirited. There were plenty of friendships between the houses, it was just the nature of the game. The victors had the right to their spoils, and when you signed up to be a cheerleader, you agreed to be those spoils. No team had ever gone undefeated all semester, at least the first round cheerleading squad knew that their deaths were just a fact. Most of the squad was being taken by at least 3 girls at once, half of them were being whipped or beaten, and there were no hard feelings.


Darla, the Gryffindor team captain, a tall girl with an 8-pack, thighs that HAD been used to snap the neck of more than one girl eating her out, and enormous breasts came up, holding a brand, with a Gryffindor lion glowing red hot at the end. Four of her teammates restrained one of the cheerleaders, each holding a limb. The girl had a ball gag in her mouth, she was struggling and mumbling her protests. She and Darla were friends, there was no malice, and this was all fair game, but this was happening. She wasn’t mad at Darla, but she really wished that they could have just impaled her or something, almost every girl who didn’t fear branding was in Slytherin.



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>>20500
Nice! Great to see this story continued :-D

>>20500

Nice, it's good to see you back.

Readng that makes me want to proof read the bundle of HP guro stories I've scribbled over the last while and put them up, a few are m/f but a lot are no-sex with one aggressive f/f story that's incomplete.

That was kinda cute actually! Glad she got her wish! Loved how you handled the transformation and the end was interesting - never really thought about what a gorgon wants with stone people. Reminded me a little of "Reign of Fire" where we learn that dragons burn everything because they eat ash.

Set in the far far away dystopian future, in a ruined city in The Empire's territory. There was a mining complex that turned into a rebel encampment about to get taken back by the Empire's rules. The mission was to eradicate all the rebels, no one will be spared, the blitz was fierce, fast, not so efficient, but the results made the higher up pleased. The footage was from the squad commander in RDV number 660 of the Empire's army. (See the picture of RDV in here. )


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“How are they doing in there?” The driver asked.

“Wanking like there’s no tomorrow!” The commander laughed as she answered, watching the antics of the girls as she massaged her own clit through her skintight combat armour. She knew the symbolic armour would do nothing to stop incoming fire, but it did package her luscious body beautifully which meant that if she got noticed by some higher level commander reviewing combat footage there was a chance, however slim, that she might get called back to rear echelon to be their whore. It was a slim chance, she knew, but still better than the one she had out here. Even so, it was A LOT better chance than any of the girls currently reclining in their deployment positions and shivering with anticipation.
She sighed as she monitored the girls’ vitals on her screen. She’d just injected them with combat drugs a few minutes ago and wanted to make sure there were no cardiac failures. It was all too common with inexperienced models like these, not that most of them would have time to get experienced, like her. She knew just what it was like, of course; She could easily remember the terrible yearning for a home that she’d been taken from when she was just sixteen. Too young to really appreciate how much she was losing until it was too late.

By the time she’d really begun to appreciate just how special home had been it was already fading, drowned in a steady regimen of combat drugs, neurological realignment, and imperial propoganda. By the time they’d put a blaster carbine into her hands she couldn’t wait to die for the Empress. She’d been hit so many times in training, every instance of her simulated death accompanied by an orgasm so powerful that it was all she really wanted between operations. Even the sad, desperate make-out sessions that she shared with the other girls in their bunks after lights out were nothing compared to those moments on the battlefield, even though it was only simulated, it’s what she lived for.
Somehow she’d survived, though, even as all the girls she knew were blown away, sometimes one at a time, sometimes by the truckload. She envied them, of course, especially when she was selected for command tier and placed at the head of her own squad. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the work; watching sexy little girls getting blown away day in and day out was delectable, but even with all the rockets and blaster beams flying around she never seemed to manage to get hit.

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>>20484

Um, not sure why someone decided to copy and paste this story into my thread, and using my name no less. I did NOT write that "Empire" story (although it is really good).

Whoever is doing this please stop!

>>20489
They did similar in my thread - I'm sure they find themselves hilarious *rolls eyes*

This is great.

I love this universe already :D

Very enjoyable.

Does this setting have the whole "way more women than men" shtick?

Babs was beat. She'd been out all night busting the dastardly plans of the city's criminal underbelly. She needed to get out of her tight form-fitting bodysuit and into a hot shower.

She ripped off her cowl and cape with one motion and tossed it in the hamper - her belt following suit.

She then peeled off her gloves off of her sweaty hands and wrists and got a small whiff of the odor from her hard work fighting crime.

Then, using her now naked hands, reached around behind and unzipped the back of her bodysuit. She then used both hands, crossed at the wrists, and grabbed the top of her bodysuit, and started peeling it off her glistening body - the ripe fruit underneath the banana's skin.

She slid her arms out and continued peeling - past her bountiful breasts, her slim waist, and her soft belly and her tight ass.

"Why did I decide to go commando tonight…?" she asked herself as she gently massaged her sore tits. Now half-naked she sighed and took a seat on her bed.

She reached down and peeled off her boots - and was greeted with the even greater stench of damp foot odor. She wiggled her barefoot toes on the floor, then continued taking off the rest of her bodysuit.

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>>20485
Great story!

>>20488

Thanks! Though not sure why someone decided to copy and paste it as a reply here (and using anguro's name no less) when it's literally right here on Lit already: https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/20458.html

>>16970
Yeah, I had trouble understanding some of the deaths too. Overall I thought it was a lot of fun though.

It came from here: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Exodus/6442/Babehunt-VIII

>>17127
Thanks!. Though that source has the end parts missing for some reason.

loved the story, thankyou for reposting it ^^

The orgy was going well, wherever Liara looked there was a cock filling a hole or a cunt being rubbed. Liara herself was no exception to this, she was currently nude and rubbing her clit watching the chaos around her. It Hadn’t taken long for the party at Shepard’s new citadel apartment to devolve into a massive fuck-fest. The intertwining of bodies and the cachophany of sex was a feast for the eyes and ears. Liara felt particular joy at watching Miranda be double teamed by both Grunt and Wrex simultaneously, the poor girl looked like she was about to burst; her belly was so full of krogan Spunk. Still though, she felt that this party wasn’t at its full potential, and that was something she would have to rectify.

Looking around the room for an object that could be of use to her, her eyes fixed on an M-6 Carnifex heavy pistol which had been carelessly tossed aside at the start of the orgy. She then knew exactly how to spice up the night. Grabbing the gun, Liara hopped up onto a free table, and almost slipped on the slimy coating of cum that covered it. Regaining her balance, she dropped to her knees and turned the pistol’s safety off. Some of the more observant party goers already started to take notice of her actions, and slowed their fervent pace so as to better watch the asari scientist.

Happy that she was getting the attention she desired, Liara decided to continue on with her display. Still on her knees, she inserted the tip of the barrel into her mouth, finger resting on the trigger. She sucked on it, pushing the weapon deeper and deeper into her mouth, twisting it slightly as she deepthroated it all the way down to the trigger guard of the pistol. Miranda thudded to the ground as Wrex and Grunt extricated their cocks from her holes so as to better watch the show. All but the most cock-addled party goers had stopped what they were doing to watch her performance. Closing her eyes, Liara drew the gun out from back out from the deep depths of her throat, strands of saliva dripping from the barrel. This caused her watchful crowd to let out a small,barely audible sigh of disappointment. This was all that was needed to inform Liara that she would not commit a party faux pas by the end of her show.

Suddenly, Liara RAMMED the gun back into her mouth, chipping a tooth as she did so. The pain from this was unbothersome, all she needed was the cheer from the audience, who were excited to see what she had planned next. Back and forth liara vigorously fellatiated the firearm, her tempo ever increasing, as if mimicking an enthusiastic blowjob with a male partner. Globs of spittle flew out of her mouth and her makeup ran down her eyes as she choked herself on the deadly instrument. Her friends cheered and masturbated openly at the sight, chanting a chorus of her name. “Li-Ar-a!, Li-Ar-a!, Li-Ar-a!” the chorus cried, as if celebrating a sporting victory.

Liara knew it was time for the crescendo, and so increased her pace even further. Liara slowed her pace and instead began to exaggerate drawing the weapon in and out of her mouth, mimicking an experienced lover sensing their partners orgasm, and adjusting their style accordingly. Liara opened her eyes and gave a wink to her adoring audience before pulling the trigger.

With an enormous BLAM the pistol fired, causing the Asari to jerk backwards slightly as the bullet penetrated her skull, before gravity took over and caused her to limply slump forward into the table with her face pressed downwards and legs slowly sliding into a more neutral position, now that her muscles were no longer controlling them. The shock of the blast had startled her audience slightly, but they quickly regained what little composure they had and crowded around her obviously dead body to inspect the damage. The sheer force of the weapon had all but annihilated the back of her head, plastering chunks of her skull and brain to the rear wall, as well as a massive heaping of blue blood to boot.

Hand trembling, Tali dipped her three fingered fist into Liara’s open skull cavity and cupped up part of the soupy mixture which used to comprise Liara’s brain. Taking the slop, the unsuited quarian girl mashed it into her pussy, causing her to have a quaking orgasm on the spot as she fisted her cunt with her friends brain.

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