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    Hi all, This is my first story so please send me any constructive criticisms you may have. Comma splices are a known issue for me that I can't seem to fix, but I hope the story is still readable. Feel free to send me any requests you might have. Lord knows I could use the practice.

    Liara in: The Party Favour

    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.

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    I'd definitely love one with Shepard offering to be cooked and eaten for her crew. Maybe something about a food shortage on the Normandy and Shepard (and maybe some of the other ladies, Tali and Liara for some variety on meat) all offer to be on the menu to feed the rest of the crew.
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    Bonus points for the girls cumming as they go and enjoying every minute of their situation.
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    No.20672 [Edit] [Report]
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    Any updates to this/new stories? I'd love to see a mix of men/women on the SR-2 crew in one story- Samara, femshep, Garrus, Thane…
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    New stuff is coming. Think I'm going to make a new thread to post my stuff.

    Hit a bit of writers block, But things are in motion.
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    I realy like storries with known chars, since the storry dont need to be awfully long to bound to the chars, wish there would be more, the russian roulette was verry hot
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    Kayla was dragged along to the NanoTek Christmas party by her friend Stacey - who was dating a guy who worked there that she barely knew.

    She wore a tight black cocktail dress that ended high up on her thighs - almost revealing her black no-show panties, and a black veil over her neck and upper chest that revealed an opening beneath exposing her cleavage.

    She thought she might at least find some cute scientist and hook up with them - but the pickings were so far slim.

    "Jello shots!" a cute drunk blonde in a lab coat yelled as she came around holding a rack of test tubes filled with green gelatin.

    Deciding she needed to loosen up, Kayla was the first one to grab a tube.

    "Bottoms up!" she toasted the cute blonde, who smiled drunkenly back at her in a flirtatious manner.

    She raised the test tube to her lips and down the shot.

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    These stories always make me chuckle!
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    Very fun, I loved it.
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    Here is a side-story that focuses on the two bystander characters.

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    The crowd of the NanoTek Christmas party looked on with horror as the poor headless girl melted down into green gelatin before them - her body twitching wildly the whole time.

    Alana was one of those bystanders in the crowd. This was the young Hawaiian girl's first work party she's been to since she transferred to NanoTek's HR department just a few weeks earlier. She came to the party dressed in a short, flowing black dress, barely hanging off her shoulders and ending high up on her thighs. She also wore a pair of peep-toe heeled sock boots. She wore her long, straight black hair back in a ponytail, while a few strands hung down around her beautiful Polynesian face, framing it on both sides.

    She did not come to the party with a date, but fully expected she'd be leaving with one. Which is also why she did not currently wear any sort of bra or panties.

    She had heard rumors of horror stories like this happening at NanoTek, but she thought those were just bullshit stories to scare away the competition trying to work there. But this incident was proof that there was some veracity to those claims.

    Alana watched on with morbid curiosity as the hapless victim continued to melt down. Watching as the test tube she just drank the Jello of Doom out of sank further into her ever-dissolving green gelatin body. Watching as her hand twitched while grabbing and pulling up her dress, unwittingly flashing her ass in a humiliating display. Alana winced away for a moment, letting out an "Ohh…" in a form of third party embarrassment.

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    Claudia Parker is the bright, beautiful and newest assistant to the brilliant scientist Dr. Nite. 30 years of age, she has reddish-brown hair with some occasional highlights, vivid hazel eyes, and a thin figure with a body that shows she exercises regularly.

    The doctor's been enjoying her presence, not only because she's pleasing on the eyes, but also a competent apprentice and a team-player whether the doc needed her to go on a coffee run, or as a participant in one of the doc's various teleportation experiments.

    Dr. Nite has all of this in mind as he watches her rush into the lab - a coffee for the doctor in one hand and a pile of notebooks and papers in the other. "A bit tardy, aren't we Miss Parker?" teases the doctor in a lighthearted tone.

    "I'm so sorry I'm late Doctor Nite!" replies the exasperated Claudia as she hands the doc his coffee and drops her pile of paperwork on the table with a thud. "Traffic was murder today!" she adds as she takes a few breaths to recover from her run from the parking lot (in which her heels played no help).

    "I'll look past it if you can help with another experiment this afternoon," states the doctor.

    "But of course!" Claudia bubbly replies, adding a playful accent. While only being with the doc a few weeks in-between semesters at graduate school, she has already been successfully transported by Dr Nite's teleportation device several times, and is almost used to the experience of having all of the atoms in her body scrambled, beamed, and re-arranged from one chamber to another. She might even say she enjoys it!

    "Excelsior!" exclaims the doc. "Fair warning," he adds, "it might involve a little bit of nudity again."

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    Ooh! I love that. You should totally do that, Sarkan.

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    Not a bad idea ;) Will have to chew on it some more.
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    Considering everything that's been going on here, I feel they should get *creative* in their revenge. Something that will truly be a face worse than death.
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    I wondered if, since the nanobots have been seen to be self-replicating and they would be recreating the women based on a stored pattern rather than reassembling their original molecules, every scientist they touch might be turned into a clone of the one who touched them with the same memories etc?
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    Great story. Claudia received an unusual and brutal death. By the way, she looks very good. Thanks for the drawings.
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    Casey was waiting for his train at the metro station on his way home from his minimum-wage job. The young man was trying to make ends meet while living in the city.

    He felt the cool wind come from down the tunnel as a train approached. He saw the symbol at the top - not his line. The train slowed down as it pulled into the station to let off its passengers.

    As the doors opened, he heard the sound of giggling coming from inside one of the cars - and out stepped an absolutely stunning young lady. The clacks from the 5-inch heels on her dark plum ankle-high boots stepping onto the platform echoed over her and her friends' giggles.

    "Are you sure you're going to be okay going home by yourself?" asked one of her friends still on the train.

    "I'll be fiiine! You girls get home safe!" responded the dirty blonde beauty standing on the platform.

    The girls gave their goodbyes as the doors shut and the train departed the station, leaving the beautiful blonde broad behind. And after a number of passengers had boarded and exited the train and left the station, she was all alone except for Casey at the other end of the platform.

    He couldn't help but stare. The girl checked off all his boxes.

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    More Sarkan! You love to see it!
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    First of four parts. If I don't receive actual hate mail that it stinks I'll definitely finish this. I'd love some feedback.

    Field Diary: Captain Yuri Watanabe. Commander of the [REDACTED].

    Date: July 9th, 2033. (Height of the European Union's annexation of the England and Wales campaign.)

    I love being a Captain. I just do. I love ordering these young men and women to their graves. They come to the front from all over the country, full of spunk, and I make sure I watch as many as possible when they die. As I throw them at inefficient plans designed to get me my victory at high costs.

    But today was special. Today, the revised martial punishment treaty was ratified. As of today, I had the authority to execute any of my subordinates, and all I had to do was fill in a single form per soldier.

    So, I ordered the sergeants to each line up their unit's weakest. 20 people in total. 12 women, 8 men. I had them stripped, cuffed, and lined up in front of my tent.

    I asked them to make sure everyone was present, because they needed to see why they should follow my orders. They needed to see the real me.

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    Hello!
    This is the first story I wrote and my first post here, so please be patient. I first wrote the story in German and with the help of DeepL I translated and corrected it to English.

    Part 1

    She screamed. The man suddenly grabbed her and wrestled her to the ground. He caught her rowing arms trying to fight him and bent them onto her back. Then he rammed his knee on it and she wheezed, the air was pressed out of her lungs and with her face on the dusty floor she struggled for oxygen.
    "Do something! It can't be!" The voice in her head ordered her to defend herself and to rebel against the tormentor despite the pain. She tried to kick after him, but she could not reach him. She tried to turn on her side, but he was too heavy. She tried to sink her teeth into the hands which now reached for her, but the man just laughed. He laughed a deep, excited laugh, like a child who had permission to destroy something. The thick fingers reached into the dark long hair and the braid, lovingly done this morning, disintegrated.
    She screamed again. How could no one hear her? She wanted to shout 'help', the only word that came to her mind. At that moment her head was jerked back, then smashed violently onto the asphalt. The impact was so violent that she almost lost consciousness. She felt her forehead burst and the blood ran down her face. As he lifted her head and inspected the result, she looked dazed through a red glassy veil back into the grinning face. She swallowed, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue and whispered, "Please…" Please, what? She didn't even know who that person was. Apparently, this redneck took pleasure in what he was doing. Over and over again, he banged her head on the floor: On the fourth blow, she went black.
    When she regained consciousness, now lying on her back, she felt something tampering with her top. Only a little time could have passed. She opened her eyes slightly, but closed them again immediately. "No, this couldn’t be," she thought. The man was now kneeling over her; he was naked! He must have undressed when she had been unconscious. She didn't want to open her eyes again, didn't want to see his fat fingers tearing her shirt. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Her mouth was dried out and she could hardly think straight. Panic seized her. The situation was hopeless, what could she do? Why did no one come to help?
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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.
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    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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    So I spent last weekend looking for this one story but it seems to have completely vanished from the web. If anyone has a clue about even the title, I would really appreciate it. It was a femdom story about a mother who dominated her two sons and husband and engaged in serious guro scenaria with them. In particular I remember one where she basically burned the father alive under her car. Does it ring any bells fellows?
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    https://www.deviantart.com/sarkan299/art/The-Lonely-Casualty-833367507

    Brooke was thrilled. She just landed her dream job as a journalist at her favorite news organization, and was at the sea-side park to watch the sun set peacefully in a moment of self-celebration.

    The pretty brunette found an isolated section along the railing and approached, resting her hands against it as she neared.

    The near setting sun cast a golden light against her pale skin. Her sleeveless blue blouse, black pencil skirt, and black high heels were hard to identify when viewing her silhouetted yet stunning figure against the glowing sun behind her.

    She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out with a smile as she opened her eyes, gazing upon the beautiful sunset.

    Life was perfect, and was only going to get better.

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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!
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    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?
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    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!
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    I'm absolutely uncertain how this hasn't been made yet. But I'm writing this as a sort of break from trying to come up with stuff for Tor, or Bottom. It's actually been really relaxing.



    Anyway, this is a story based on the first Dark Souls game, I would have made one for Demon Souls first but I was never able to get my hands on any sort of Play Station. This wouldn't have been posted here at all as I feel it's in need of some heavy editing, but I decided to do so anyway as the game's remake is cominf out soon.



    Needless to say, there WILL be spoilers and opinion based lore translations either based on my own interpretation or made for the purpose of writing this character. Please let me know what you think and drop any suggestions you have as a comment, as with most writers I love to know what the people who read what I've written thing of it.



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    The latest chapter was really good, I love the concept and the teasing in between lets me enjoy the story as well. Please more!
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    Just making sure not to lose my stories due to that dgerqwad.
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    Bump to save from faggot spammer
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    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!
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    Thread for me to post any one-off stories I write.
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    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.
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    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.
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    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.
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    I personally like named characters better, but it was a great story nonetheless.
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    Bruno took a deep breath of the beach air. He knew that the outside world was not his home, he knew that his home was deep within the walls of Echaberg, or in the sinful halls of the Redway, but damn it smelt good out here.
    “Well met assassin” the beautiful woman with her back turned to him said. Loa Palinic was his targets name, and she was a work of art. The islander was shorter than he expected, only crackling five foot, and she was thin to. Well she was thin save for her to luxurious sets of lumps. Her skin was tan, and her small, yet curvaceous figure covered only by a short grass skirt, and a flower-patterned top that only covered her chest. A smile crept across Bruno’s face as how ridiculous of a world he must live in, for the fact that this tiny woman slaughtered dozens of his brothers and sisters in arms.
    “I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t been causing trouble for my allies” he said stepping forward. She turned to him, and her face was…Her face was wow. Even with her young features, and adorable little dimples, her expression was fierce, and her big brown eyes pierced into his very soul. He felt his heart quicken, and his cock stiffen. Now here was a woman worth killing.
    “Your allies” she said, her thick black hair blowing behind her in the wind. She scowled. “I don’t think you could call them allies. You’ve had to have killed at least twice as many of them as I have” she said.
    “That my dear lady” Bruno said taking another step. “Is an insultingly low number. I’ve lost count of how many I have killed, but we are Followers of Eteus, and killing is our business as are all things evil. A business you should have stayed out of might I add” he said.
    “Riding the world of scum like you is my business, and I do not fear it. I will give you one chance assassin. Drop your weapon, and I will make your death painless” she said, and a powerful presence emanated from her. A strong, sturdy presence that to be put simply, meant business. “We both know you can’t beat me here. Maybe in the filthy alleyways of your city, but here in the open. You stand no chance against me in an honorable fight” she said. Bruno’s smile twisted into a grin so fowl, that calling it evil would have been cruel to all those who swore by the word. He began to radiate a presence of his own to match the battle maidens. A sickly, and hate filled presence, soaked in his blood lust.
    “Oh, but I beg to differ” he said, grasping the hilt of his sword, and slowly pulling free the blade which was blacker

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    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
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    Yes, this would be way easier to read if the author added some breaks in between paragraphs.
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    A simple Sidney's story - enjoy! :-)

    Pt 1

    “Are you going to have some of me?” Rosie asked for at least the eighth time, bouncing with excitement in the back of her parent’s car. She has wanted to come naked and ready to cook but her mum had insisted she at least be decent in case they had to stop for petrol along the way or got pulled over, not to mention avoiding funny looks from other drivers and pedestrians along the way. The eight year old had compromised by agreeing to wear a bikini – the one she had got on holiday when the family’s luggage got misdirected. It was lemon yellow with skimpy bottoms and a top designed to look like two fishes swimming towards each other across her chest. Her dad had thought it was a little too daring for a girl of her age but her mum had pointed out that there had been very little else and the alternative was skinny-dipping! Even so, once the family had finally been reunited with their belongings, Rosie’s parents had insisted she use the far more conservative swimsuit she had brought with her. Although she would have preferred not to be wearing anything at all, Rosie was quite pleased to have another chance to wear the fishy bikini, as she called it.

    “We’ll try, we promise!” Her dad chuckled, amused rather than irritated at having to answer the question for the umpteenth time – it was nice to see his young daughter so excited and enthusiastic. “But you know we sold you to be served to the public, it’s not like we can order you specifically.”

    “I know,” Rosie sighed, looking out the window and hoping they were getting close, “I’d just love you to get a taste of me!”

    “We know, sweetie.” Her mum smiled warmly at her over her shoulder. “And we will try, I promise! We’ve got our table booked and we’ll try to wait for you. We just don’t know exactly when they’re going to bring you out. It depends how busy they are.”

    “Yeah, I know.” Rosie said again, hoping that the restaurant was going to be busy that night and full of hungry customers all in the mood for girl stew so she would not have to wait too long to start cooking. At her health check earlier in the week, the assistant who had been dealing with her explained that her body-type was best suited to the stew pot as she was quite slim and boiling was the best way to make the most of her meat. Rosie had happily agreed, feeling that the stew pot was the most fun part of the carvery anyway, for the meat-girl at least, as she would get to sit in the slowly-heating pot serving portions of her predecessors to the diners and chatting with them, all the while adding her own flavour to the mix until she passed out and got chopped up, ready for the next girl to ladle out.

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    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 :-)
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    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?
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    Like the mothers in the "Piggy went to market" story Edward???
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    Yeah exactly :-)
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    Great story! Would love to hear more from Bobbi's family where the plan apparently is to cook all girls!
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    A Birthday to Remember

    The man was gently roused from his slumber by the familiar sensation of a mouth around his cock. As he laid there, blinking away his drowsiness and enjoying his morning blowjob, it dawned on him that the techniques he was experiencing and the quiet moans he was hearing did not belong to the maid that was on today's morning duty. Looking down to identify his mystery guest, he recognized the familiar head of his daughter, topped by a white headpiece, her two high brown pigtails bobbing on either side. She looked up and made eye contact, smiling around his cock, before speeding up her actions. The man didn't know why his daughter was dressed up as a maid, and he didn't know why she was performing the maid's morning duties, but he decided to just lay back and enjoy. It only took a couple minutes under her practiced tongue before the man was ready to blow. He reached down and put one hand on the back of her head, gently encouraging her to take him all the way in. She did just that, running her tongue lovingly around the base of his cock as she coaxed his first load of the day down her throat.

    Relaxing, the man lifted his hand. Now free, his daughter bounded to her feet. Seeing the inquisitory look on her father's face she grinned.

    "Happy birthday Daddy!" she said. "Today I'm your personal maid!"

    She hopped back from the bed a step and slowly spun in place, showing off her outfit. She was wearing one of the several different designs the man had selected for his staff. She wore a frilly short black skirt with white trim, partially covered by a small white apron. The top was a matching tiny white tube top, with black trim and a small black bow in the center, it hugged her slim chest snugly, the outline of her nipples visible if you looked closely. Her pretty pale stomach was left bare. She had on frilly white stockings that ended a couple of inches below the skirt, held up by black elastic woven through the tops. She had medium height black heels. Her wrists were covered by black and white cuffs, and, as he had noticed earlier, a white headpiece sat atop her head between her high pigtails. Lastly she wore the maid's collar, a thick iron ring, lined on the inside with soft black cloth, a single chain link dangling from its center.

    "Do you like your present Daddy?" she asked, leaning forward slightly, hands clasped behind her back, emphasizing the slight swell of her chest.

    "I do indeed." he said. "But today I'm 'Master' not 'Daddy', and if you're going to be my personal maid all day I hope you don't intent to shirk any of your duties."

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    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.
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    I enjoyed that more than I'd like to admit ;-)
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    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!
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    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!
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    More to come :-)

    Pt 1

    “Um, Sir?” The nervous young secretary opened the door to Bova Polkan’s office. Russia’s most successful avant garde artist, the popular and charismatic billionaire has come to Great Britain to create what promised to be his greatest work of art - “Polkan’s Paradise of Pleasures”, a sculpture garden dedicated to the beauty of youth and all the pleasures of life. What made his particular project unique among other such installations was the process by which his sculptures were created.

    “What is it?” Polkan looked up from the brochure on his desk – a proof copy sent by the printers for the promotional material he planned to send out to potential investors and contributors. “I’m rather busy.”

    “Mrs Lomax is here and she wants to speak to you.” Polkan sighed and rolled his eyes.

    “Can you tell her I’m in a meeting or something?” He asked, fluttering his eyelashes comically at the young secretary, putting her a little more at her ease. “I really don’t feel like dealing with her today!”

    “I don’t know.” The secretary made an anxious face. “She seems pretty pissed!”

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    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…
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    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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    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 :-)
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    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 !
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    Thank you - I am very happy to hear that!
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    The previous thread had gotten too long, I think (and hope) that was why it got so few comments, so I am starting a new one, we shall see.

    Previous stories thread
    https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/15449.html
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    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.
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    btw I actually follow holidays only for new hentai art/stories ^^
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    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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    Nice! Great to see this story continued :-D
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    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.
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