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    Sorry I've not continued any of my existing stories today but this one popped into my head this morning and wanted to be told. Just a little, self contained one but it adds a little world-building background to the others :-)

    Big Screen Sidney

    As the theme music began to play and the continuity announcer advised viewers not to go away as the next program was coming up shortly, Brian picked up the remote and began to channel-hop, looking for something else suitably mind-numbing to occupy him. It had been a very long day at work and the pizza he had ordered was taking its sweet time arriving. Massaging his aching temple with one hand, he skipped past a sitcom he had always detested, various news and weather programs, an action movie he had seen at least a dozen times before and part of a documentary about fungus in the Amazon rain forest before something caught his attention.

    The screen showed a young girl, no more than twelve or thirteen years old, stark naked apart from white leather cowboy boots and a rhinestone-bedazzled white Stetson. Her curly, golden-blonde hair and professional makeup gave her the look of a beauty-pageant queen. Her over-all look was iconic and he recognised her almost immediately as Sidney Roebuck – the remarkable young girl who had campaigned for the right to be eaten and therefore given the gift of cannibalism, now a multi-billion dollar industry, to the modern world. Yet something was off. He had seen archive footage of her TV interviews many times before yet here her face looked a little different. Then he noticed that the presenter she was happily chatting to was a contemporary face who would not even have been born until a few years after Sidney’s death. Curious, Brian turned up the volume to hear what they were saying and set down the remote.

    “So I think what makes this movie unique among the many biopics of Sidney there have been over the years,” the interviewer was saying, “is that, correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe this is the first to be both written and directed by a woman?”

    “That’s right!” The young girl nodded, crossing her legs and resting her hands on her knee. “Ava really wanted to show a different perspective on the character. It’s far too easy to see Sidney as the ultimate victim of predatory, male-dominated society that sees women and girls as prey for successful men. She was, after all, a young girl who showed off her body and eventually gave it up for others to literally consume all under the watchful eye of her father who was a multi-billionaire and the very definition of successful by society’s standards. But,” Brian couldn’t help thinking her round young face was even prettier when she was being earnest than when she was smiling her rather artificial Hollywood grin, “Ava wanted to make the point that she can, in many ways, be seen as the ultimate feminist icon! After all, Feminism has long been about women taking back control of their bodies and how could anyone have more body autonomy than Sidney and the girls who have followed her?”

    “Well, Amber,” the host nodded, “that’s a really good point! What do you suppose will really make this interpretation of the story stand out for audiences? Other than you’re performance of course?” The naked young actress flashed him a dazzling smile to acknowledge the compliment.

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    No.17468 [Report] AS
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    This is my Secret Desire serie, that follows a family with special fetchies, they like bondage and some more extreme plays.
    Focus on the females in the story.

    You can find the pdf versions for free on my blog, with the including 3d images. Also of course my other work (3D videos and 3D Images) https://warningmrfriendlys.blogspot.com/

    Tags are only for the first two episodes that I will post now.
    Tag: Lesbian, Bondage, Cannibalism, Snuff, Asphyxiation, Incest
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    Damn how did I miss this, hope you are working on a sequal. :3
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    Great Storry so far. i really liked it and hoping for more. Maybe add some submassive fem guys? i think its to mutch to aks for its just my kink atm^^
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    Ah thanks for all the positive comments

    >>17887 Ah yeah sorry, I am not really into men. But if you want you can always add a line that says that one of the girls used to be a man before the operation, or you know change all she into he. Or you know say that one of the girls had a magic mind switch when they were young with a boy… Or something like that might work for you.
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    Are you still working on this?
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    >>19814
    Hi, yes I am and thanks for the interest.
    The plan is a third one, and then a big long grand final.

    Though, first i am going to finish up the Adventure Horror Pornographic "Book" (around 150 pages) I am writing. Were you follow a girl in a fantasy land were everyone either want's to slice her up and eat her or fuck her. Plan is to make game of thrones look like a fucking kids tale. xD
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    I started back on this story, and since the original post had a lot of spelling and grammatical issues, I decided to start a new thread for it. I imagine that the grammar and spelling will not be perfect, but they should be far better. Anyway, this is meant to be a work of fiction, and The Vice Dark Lord does not condone any of the illegal actions performed within the story. Do not let this influence you to hurt someone else. With that out of the way please enjoy the story.
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    Story has snuff, age play, foot fetishism, watersports, and more
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    A small squad of armed men and woman riding Whanoos stopped as they reached a bluff overlooking Cirdiff. The costal city was now ablaze and glowed in the night. An armored man rode up to the only unarmored person amongst the group.
    “Greatness” he said.
    “Mhm?” Belizub said, her tail swishing behind her. The soldier gulped nervously. All races where supposed to be equal by order of the queen, and the head of the Council of Magicians, but a Delhdrin in such a high position was still enough to put any guard on edge.
    “The city has been completely ransacked. The citizen death toll has not been tallied yet but is expected to reach the hundreds. Many Sisters of All have fallen as well as a few of our own magicians, and soldiers” he said before gulping again. “The city is still ablaze, and local magicians as well as a few of our own have been trying to fight the flames. We are publicly blaming the Sisters for this event, but the people seem to be suspicious. If we are not careful the truth will be unveiled” he said.
    “That would be quite the problem wouldn’t it” she said, not looking away from the city, seemingly mesmerized by the flames. The man looked around nervously as if asking for help. Suddenly a bulky, though far from unattractive woman sighed, and walked her Whanoo over. She had light brown hair tied into a bun, with light yellow eyes, and markings to match across her fair skin. Her traits easily identified her as a native of the Greater Woods, or one of its surrounding villages. Lands far to the north east of the great sea.
    “Greatness with all due respect you should not be here. The people are suspicious enough of us without a Delhdrin strutting around. And you can’t seem to keep your races animalistic instincts at bay, perhaps someone more…suitable for the task could lead us” the woman said frowning. The man gasped, but the woman scowled at him. “Don’t be like that, she’s to focused on the fire to care. Besides she is a child, she has no right to lead us” she said, but as she turned back to the Delhdrin, her blood went cold. Belizub was staring right at her. The younger girl hopped of her mount and looked up at the rider with her unchanging grin, her council issued robes fluttering behind her in the wind.
    “My my you are brave to talk to the member of the council like that” she said, her tail swishing faster. The woman looked freighted.
    “I-I’m sorry Greatness I meant no disrespect” she said.
    “Off your horse” Belizub demanded. The knight did as she was told looking nervous.
    “Now, lick my boots like the scum you are” she said. The knight stepped forward as if she was about to do so, but suddenly drew her sword.
    “Like hell I’m licking the boots of some purple skinned brat” she shouted, raising the blade over her head.
    “crrink” Belizub said calmly, and suddenly the knights head twisted around with a satisfying “crunch”. She fell to the ground dead, a shocked look sprawled across her face, and the man yelped.

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    Innis refused to say more while they rode, and by the time they stopped it was far past midnight. She hopped of the Whanoo in the middle of an open grassland and helped Minseek of the animal. They made no fire, for this part of the land was very warm during most of the year, and the stars where enough to illumine the two. As the sat on the grass, Minseek started to notice more about Innis. He knew the second he saw her that she was a foreigner like Minni, but now that his life, for the moment at least, was not in danger, he noticed that she her markings and eyes where a darker shade of blue than his surely dead friends. He did not no where she was from for, he had a very slim understanding of the world outside of his city, but he knew it must be from a different place than Minni.
    “We will rest here for the night. Our destination is still a day’s ride away” she said.
    “And where is our destination?” Minseek asked. The magician pulled off her boots and slipped her socks of. Her feet where as pale as the rest of her body, and just as smoothed. It was almost as if they were crafted from porcelain. She wiggled her toes and gasped in pleasure seeming to enjoy the feeling of the cool air against them. Minseek caught a glimpse of her blue painted nails and found himself getting hard. Every magicians’ feet had a unique taste, and he found himself wondering what hers tasted like.
    “It is what is known as a gateway” she said, not seeming to notice the boy’s eyes on her feet. “it is a form of spell, fused with a large monument that allows instant travel between to places. Powerful magic indeed. This one leads to my tower where we will be safe” she said. Minseek tried to wrap his little mind around the concept but found that he could not. He figured that he would see it soon enough.
    “Did you make it?” he asked.
    “That I did” she replied, her eyes closed.
    “Why not make it closer? We could be safe faster” he said.
    “Gateways are large and can be used by any magician. If I created one leading to my home out in the open, we could easily be followed. Therefore, I had to find place that was large enough to make a gateway in, hidden enough to not be found by anyone but me, and close enough to be of use” she said. He nodded weakly, another question burning on his mind.
    “I was not mistaken in what I said” Innis said as she curled her toes, leaving little tracks in the dirt.
    “How can you be so sure?” he asked, suddenly quickening his tone. “What if you’re wrong? You have to be!” he said feeling himself getting worked up for the first time in a lone while. “Only women can use magic! My mom and sister could use magic because they were girls! You can use magic because you are a girl, all those sorceresses you killed could use magic because they where girls, Minni might have been able to use magic if she didn’t die because she was a girl. But me? I am a boy”
    “You are right” she said scooting closer. Minseek found his face get a little hot. She was nothing like Minni, she wasn’t just some little girl, she was beautiful. “We are girls, and you are a boy” she said.
    “Exactly!” he exclaimed.
    “But you are also the exception” she said. His shoulders slumped as the confidence in her words shattered his doubts like a Warhammer to a skull.

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    No.19946 [Report]
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    Very nice story
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    Minseek woke with start sitting up quickly, but as soon as he was up Innis was up as well, pulling him into a comforting hug. His labored breaths slowed as his face was pressed against her chest.
    “A nightmare I assume?” she asked. There was a moment where there was just silence.
    “Yes” he said finally.
    “What was it about?” she asked softly.
    “I don’t remember” he lied. She looked at him suspiciously for a moment before seeming to be satisfied.
    “Well just Know that it can no longer reach you” she said running her fingers through his hair in a motherly manner. He nodded softly. The sun had just begun to break over the horizon, bathing the flat landscape in a pinkish hew. If you had ridden back towards the city you would have began to see palm trees, and if you began traveling north you would even find a lush jungle meeting the ocean, but here, the land was barren save for the grass.
    “It is morning, I suppose we should at least partake in breakfast before we continue on. I imagine you must be famished” she said as she fished out a leather bag from her cloak. Minseek eyed the bag hungrily, and Innis grinned. “Thought so” she said. Breakfast consisted of some dried jerky, and apple that Minseek could only assume was kept so fresh by magic. The boy received a healthy helping of the food, but the magician only chewed on a single piece of jerky as she seemed lost in thought.
    “You should eat some more” Minseek said as he offered her a piece of his jerky. “Here”. She flashed him a vacant smile.
    “Thank you very much, but I will pass” she said. “This will be enough to sustain me till we reach the tower” she said. Minseek watched her quietly before popping the jerky in his mouth.
    “What are you thinking about?” he asked.
    “Many things” she replied after a moment. “Many, many things” she said before getting to her bare feet. “We best be on our way. I would like to reach the safety of my tower before night fall. There are beast that roam this land that I would rather not encounter” she said
    “And the other magicians” Minseek added.
    “Yes” she replied quickly. “Yes, and the other magicians”. To Minseeks silent Dismay, she slipped her boots back on, then helped him mount the animal before swinging on herself. It wasn’t as nice as laying next to her while she was barefoot, and the animals trot was rough, but Minseek had to admit that there where worse things he could spend his day doing than wrapping his arm around Innis’s waist. During their ride they only encountered one of Cirdiff’s plains native beast. Luckily for them, while Aldagirths where massive, they were generally rather passive. As the animals four legs slowly dragged its massive body across the grasslands, its dozens of pink tentacles that emerged from its purple torso lashed around, pulling grass from the ground, and shoving it into the creature’s large mouth. Minseek gasped an awe as they rode passed the massive creature, and Innis glanced back at him with a slight smile.

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    Verse 1]
    x3 nuzzles, pounces on you, uwu you so warm
    Couldn't help but notice your bulge from across the floor
    Nuzzles your necky wecky-tilde murr-tilde, hehe
    Unzips your baggy ass pants, oof baby you so musky
    Take me home, pet me, and make me yours and don't forget to stuff me
    See me wag my widdle baby tail all for your buldgy-wuldgy
    Kissies and lickies your neck
    I hope daddy likies
    Nuzzles and wuzzles your chest
    I be gettin’ thirsty

    Hey, I got a little itch, you think you can help me?

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    This is my first attempt at writing a short story so please bare with me. I welcome comments and constructive criticism, never can learn to much. Hope everyone enjoys. Hopefully more to come soon.

    I stood suspended in the dark. Cries could be heard all around me. The smell of death and bodily fluids permeated the air. I was a slave taken when I was young and grew up in my masters service. By no means ugly but far to plain to be used for any other means than to be worked. I had seen many other girls used viciously and was glad not to have been treated the same. But upon my 19th birthday I ran wanting to taste freedom again. Soon caught and hauled back I now found myself facing a most terrible fate.

    I could still feel the wetness on my cheeks where my tears had fallen. I had cried for hours and now there was no more. Though fear still welled up inside me a calm had also taken a hold. I had accepted that soon i was to die. A loud cheer from the crowed above me signaled that i was soon to meet my fate. A couple of large guards Came into my cell and took me down from where i was hanging by the wrists from a beam feet still firmly on the ground. I was half dragged and half walked guided by the guards up a flight of steps to a large arch. I had been standing all day and my legs felt stiff and week.

    As i was marched through the arch i was blinded by the bright light of a sunny day. I closed my eyes and turned my head. Soon my eyes adjusted enough to see the large arena surrounded by a huge crowed of people. They erupted into a great din seeing me led out naked as the day i was born. I looked to the instrument of my doom and the great fear returned. I lost all control of my legs and struggled in vain. The guards just dragged me forward. There in the middle of the arena was a wooden chair like device. I was to be garroted.

    I was roughly sat down my hand affixed behind he to the post. My feet tied to the t-beam below me. A rope around my neck bound me tight by the windpipe. I stared up at the sky, the lovely blue and light clouds filled my mind. A bird flew past i couldn't help but notice how it dipped and dived around. I was just barely aware the someone was speaking but did not really understand the words. Then the loop around my throat tightened.

    Surprised by the pain and the fire spreading through my lungs my body strained with every muscle against my restrains. I could feel my eyes bulging, spasms race though me. I can not des

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    Descriptions and nice script, as well as the non-consensual side of the story.
    The fatal outcome comes too quickly, in my opinion. Why not, before this one, have it preceded by a humiliating display of her feminine intimacy to the crowd.
    And / or, to divert the usual use of traditional instruments like the guillotine, the gallows and the garot, not for its neck but for the breasts of the condemned woman, etc …
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    Thank you for the advice and your thoughts. I will try to take that into account should I decide to write another story
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    Chapter 1
    Sarah was sitting on her bed frantically trying to find a costume for the Halloween ball in her school. She was thinking about it for hours not, but still didn’t find anything that made her feel excited about it. Of course, finding costumes was easy and she certainly liked a lot, but her goal was not simply wearing it. She wanted to be elected as the Halloween Queen after all. Therefore, she would need a costume that would flash the audience.

    She almost decided on giving up as she stumbled over a costume that caught her attention. ‘Living corpse’. She clicked on it and a new site opened with a short description of it and next to it a picture of a model. She really liked it and figured it would be the perfect costume for her, though after reading the description she got frustrated again. She would need utensils she hadn’t gotten and as the ball was tonight there was no time to wait for an order.

    Frustrated, she closed her laptop and threw it in front of her bed. It seemed like she wouldn’t even go to the ball. She grabbed her phone to tell her best friend Alex that she wouldn’t come tonight, when she glanced at the door. She had pinned a lot of pictured on it, but also some motivational lines. One said “Life is pain, so live it up while you can.”

    She stared at it not knowing why it caused such a strong feeling in her. She needed a bit to get behind it. Everything that had been mentioned in the description of the costume – fake tits that were cut off in the middle and which could be put over your real breasts, a fake cervix you could attach to your belly making it look like as if it was hanging out and fake intestines – she had everything. It just meant that she would have to endure pain. A lot. Though was it worth it?

    She basically would destroy her own body, possibly even killing herself just to become the Halloween Ball Queen. Something she had wished to become for her whole life as it meant that she was popular, which she, in all honest, hadn’t been so far. She spent a couple of minutes thinking about it, but eventually got to the conclusion that she would do it. She had gotten the opportunity, now she wouldn’t miss it. She would live up to it.

    She put everything what she needed into a bag and then cut some holes in a top where she figured she would do the cuts. Of course, she intended them to be seen, which meant that she also would expose her big tits to the whole school. Well. Half of them.


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    Can't wait to see what happens next! I'm guessing "extreme" Halloween costumes are not unknown in this world?
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    >>19062
    Yeah, really did not notice that it is just chapter 1
    And now looking at the list of tags I suspect that there will be even more fun in the next chapter.
    I wonder if she will be the only one with such "costume" ;)
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    When can we expect chapter 2? :D
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    Any update on this?
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    Tails (hanging, cons, semi-cons)

    "Please, can I hang you?", said 16-year-old Johnny to his best friend.
    Jenny, being 16 herself, looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean like, all the way?"

    "Well yes, I was told girls die very nicely when hanged. They dance and squirm and cum over and over again." He said.

    "And I was told boys go even better." Said Jenny with a grin. "I hear they squirt and then they go limp. Tell you what: Why don't we flip a coin?"

    "Winner hangs loser all the way?" Johnny smiled.

    "Yes! God this is so exciting!" said Jenny.


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    This is nothing like "Heads" :-/ Totally lacked the playfulness. Oh well - well written anyway.
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    love it hope u hang annie next hope shes younger


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    I love it and can’t wait to read about Annie.
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    Tails 2 - Annie (Asphyxia, snuff, non-con)

    After tossing Jenny’s phone on top of her clothes Johnny started to gather up the supplies that he was going to need to enjoy Annie when she arrived. After placing them in a pile in his room Johnny looked at them and thought to himself “I need to make sure that I take full advantage of having Annie over, not sure when I’ll get to play like this again.”

    Just as he finished double checking to make sure that he had everything that he might need the doorbell rang. Looking at his watch Johnny realized that it had only been about 10 minutes since he had texted Annie and was surprised, she had made it over so fast. Going to answer the door Johnny was startled to see Tina, Annie’s 13-year-old, Asian best friend standing there.

    “Hey Tina,” Johnny said, running his eyes over her 5’1” slim 100lb body and admiring her tight white top, accentuating her small 32A breasts, and short plaid schoolgirl skirt, revealing a gorgeous pair of legs, “what are you doing here?”

    “Me and Annie were going to meet up and hang out, but she just texted me and told me that Jenny wanted her to come to your house for a surprise. So, I told her I would meet her here and once she was done, we could go and hang out together. I hope you don’t mind?” She replied.

    A surprised and incredibly excited Johnny replied “Of course not, I’m sure Jenny’s surprise will be even better with you here as well. Come on in” He exclaimed, thinking about all of the new possibilities that Tina presented, as he shut the door behind her. “She’s just back in my room waiting for Annie, she told me I had to wait out here until she told me I could come and get my surprise. Just straight back that way to the closed door.”

    “Awesome, so no idea what the surprise is going to be?” She asked as she walked past Johnny, completely missing the predatory gleam in his eyes.

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    I love the new chapter!
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    Okay, last one for tonight. I'm always happier when I have a number of different projects to work on :-)

    Pt 1

    “What are you working on?” Mrs Marshall asked, looking at the computer screen over her husband’s shoulder. “Looks important from the way you’re frowning?”

    “I was thinking about the idea the girls had for their birthday party,” her turned around and gave his wife an affectionate kiss. “Wanted to see if it was even possible.”

    “What idea?” the young woman asked. “Oh wait, the cannibal thing?”

    “That’s the one!” Mr Marshall replied with a grin.

    “Oh right,” his wife frowned a little, “you don’t think they were serious about that, do you?”

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    Pt 9

    “Okay, okay!” Mr Marshall laughed. “You’re an impatient piggy, aren’t you? Don’t forget to keep an eye on this one too!” he warned the cannibal siblings, pointing indicating Hannah with a jerk of his thumb. “Wouldn’t want her trying to run away while everyone’s watching the spitting, would we?”

    “Well darn in!” Hannah snapped her fingers in annoyance, or tried to at least as the sticky barbecue marinade made such an action rather tricky. “I was going to make a run for it and live in the trees like an especially sticky monkey but oh well. I’d have probably got eaten by a wolf or a lion or something pretty soon anyway!”

    “Be quiet, meat! Or I’ll cut out your tongue and eat that first!” Barney levelled his spear at Hannah, prodding her in the belly, enjoying the feeling of power it gave him.

    “Sorry!” she giggled. “But honestly,” she looked pointedly downwards, “I think there’s more danger of you poking out my eye than cutting out my tongue!” Barney blushed again under his warpaint, old enough to understand what this particular bodily reaction meant but too young to know what to do about it! Mr Marshall, on the other hand, knew exactly what his meant and how to relieve it! Seeing Natasha kneeling on the table with her haunches in the air, he wished he could stick something other than the spit into her tight little pussy. Hearing Hannah spoken to in this way by her friend was only making the situation hotter. He and his wife would certainly be having some fun that evening when all the guests had gone home and the camera was put away!

    “Here we go!” He retrieve the first of the spits, greased with vegetable oil as per the instructions. He was sure that Megan and Barney would want to help but knew that this was too important. They, and any other guests who wanted to could help with future basting and serving the meat but the spitting was something he would have to do himself!

    “Are you sure about this, pumpkin?” He asked Natasha, quietly. “Once I get more than a few inches in there’s really no coming back. Too much damage would already be done!”

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    Really cute! Thank you very much!!
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    Glad you enjoyed it :-D
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    I love your stories, hope you soon come back to the ones in progress, specially Sydney's exposed.

    I am not so familiar with how to post here, but this should be parts of that story you had written before, hope you continue

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    SIDNEY’S EXPOSED Pt1

    “My name is Mackenzie Chastain.” The white-haired Southern granny spoke directly into the camera, sat on a sofa with a small television and assorted pictures of children of various ages on the wall in the background. “I am a mother, a grandmother and, as of last week, a great-grandmother. And I am a liar.” She paused to let these words sink in for the viewing public. “For the past years I have helped to deceive America and the entire world, and to cover up a terrible wrong. As the only person left alive who knows the truth, I owe to to my children and grandchildren, as well as all those poor girls, to tell the truth.”

    “History records that Sidney Roebuck, youngest daughter of billionaire business mogul Orin Roebuck, was slaughtered and butchered for her meat on 15th August 2022, following her successful campaign and legal battle.” A deep-voiced commentator announced over photographs and video stills of a happy, smiling little girl dressed in nothing but a cowboy hat and boots. “In the years since, the restaurant chain founded in her name has become one of the most successful food businesses in history, recently surpassing McDonalds in like-for-like annual turnover. Laws all around the world have been altered to allow the killing and consumption of girls and young women, with millions slaughtered for food every year. Yet is this vast empire and cultural renaissance all based on a lie? And worse still, a murder? Keep watching as we find out on ‘Sidney Roebuck – Visionary or Victim?’”

    In the fourteen hours since the documentary had aired, it felt like the entire food industry had been in damage-limitation mode, and none more so than the chain at the heart of the controversy, Sidney’s, now owned and managed by Sidney Roebuck’s eldest neice, Ellie-May Boswell-Roebuck. Over the years there had of course been questions asked about how much of Sidney’s campaign had been her own idea and whether pressure had been put on her but her famously greedy and ambitious father. Like any young girl who came up with a world-changing idea and dared to challenge the status-quo there were those who sought to paint her as a victim, a mere puppet of manipulative adults. As it had been for Greta Thunberg, so it was for Sidney Roebuck.

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    Oh brilliant! Thank you! I've been quite keen to finish that one but nobody seemed to have it - so glad you did! Thanks :-D
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    This story rather shamelessly takes from a famous short story called "The Lottery", by Shirley Jackson.

    Luck of the Draw



    There's a place up north, a small farming community, isolated and still practising rituals from ancient memory. The old gods demanded more than simple prayer and the odd tidbit of bread and wine in order to bring fortune and prosperity.

    The entire town had crowded into the high school auditorium that warm June afternoon. It was the day of the Lottery, when the adolescent sons and daughters of the villagers would place their little slips of paper with their names into a wooden box. The mayor would make a little speech, reach into the box and pick a slip. Whoever was chosen would then stand up from their seat, walk up onto the stage, and accept their fate. The methods would change year to year, always based on the words of the town holy man, the conduit between the mortal world and the heavens. Sometimes, the old gods would desire blood, and thus, the town would choose an axe handler as well. Other times, they simply desired agony.

    That June night, the mayor reached into the box and pulled out a slip. The auditorium was silent, still enough that one could hear a pin drop. 400 pairs of eyes watched intently as the mayor slowly unrolled the paper and read the name out loud.

    "Could a Jonathan Bassett please stand up?"

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    It is dark and damp and oh-so cold down here. Nearby, water trickles down the stones and deep down the narrow well in the corner I can hear that water flowing and the soft hollow sound old brittle bones make when they rattle together. I know he throws the bones down there after he feasts. I make no sound at all because he squats on his powerful legs across the small dungeon as he watches me closely. He seems curious, studying me as I lay slumped against the wet stone wall, and I - in turn - study him. Even though the light is dim I can see his snout and pale eyes - eyes that have only seen darkness - a snout that is keen for human scent.

    From above in the forest comes the sound of men shouting to each other as they search for me, the way they searched for Maisie and Clarice and Philip and Gerard and Poppy and Lily and so many others. When he hears their voices growing louder, he shuffles quickly toward me, his long taloned paws close, quivering, and his pale eyes bore into my own as he looms over me. I know why he has done this; if I cry out to the men above to beg for rescue, he will silence me with one swipe across my throat. I can feel the heat radiating from his body and feeling it gives me relief from the cold.

    The men are right above us now, searching the ruins of this structure that remains above ground. I feel him tensing, rising ever-so-slightly on his haunches, his eyes seeming to glow with menace. With my eyes on his, I lift my chin and bare my throat - ‘do it’, I think to myself, ‘if you’re that afraid, do it’. He tilts his head to one side like dogs do when they are trying to understand something, and when he is satisfied I am not going to cry out, the tension eases in his body.

    The men’s voices grow distant then vanish behind the trickling and flowing of water down here and he makes to move back to the far wall.

    “No.” I say softly, “Don’t go. I like your warmth.”

    Again, his head tilts, but he moves even closer and now I can smell the scent of him; reptilian and hormonal.

    “When I was a small child” I whisper to him, “I was afraid to go to sleep because I thought I might die before I woke. It was from that prayer, you know? ‘If I die before I wake …’ Why do parents make us children recite that?”

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    This is so sweet and moving <3
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    OilyGrrl should definitely have been in the nominations! "Will it Hurt" is my favourite so far…
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    I agree these are some of the best stories on here. You are a great writer, OilyGrrl. Keep it up. We appreciate these realistic (at least in the gore detail) gruesome stories. I’m a member of erotickynk’s site too and she writes very similar ones. I wish there were more authors like you two.
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    The Gift by T Vulture


    Carefully balancing the tray load with waffles and blueberry, Kat favorite breakfast, I nudge our bedroom door open. A smile crept across my face as I spied my wife of five years in the nude still asleep. Slowly and quietly I made my way to the bed trying my best not to wake her.

    Setting the tray on the cabinet before I crawl back into bed for a special wake up call. It didn’t take long for my skill tongue to slowly caress my sleeping beauty form sleep to mind shattering intense orgasm.

    “Hmm, that wonderful way to wake up,” she say stretching. Like most pervert I just stare as she lean one way than the other. Her breast swing back in forth like a magician hypnotic watch. When she leans back to stretch those firm and wonderful abs make me want to grab and kiss her into submission, but I remember and resist my urge. It her birthday after all.

    Quickly leaping out bed to the tray with still warm waffles. “Hope you don’t mind the early wakeup.” I pick up the tray. “I know it your birthday and I know you love to sleep in, but I couldn’t wait to give you your present.”

    “Oh yea present” cried the overly excite woman. Her eyes quickly spot the wrap box on the tray as I place it in front of her, over her sexy pussy much to my dismay. “What did you get me?”


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    If you like this story, I have other on Eka's Portal
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    The Volunteer

    A man discovers that his local market is selling a rather unique cut of specialty meat, and that meat has to be coming from somewhere, right?

    Tags: Ff/m, Consensual, Penectomy, Castration, mild CBT, Casual, Objectification, implied Cannibalism

    He was browsing through the meat section of the market, idly pondering picking up a bit of pork or chicken to have for dinner when he saw it. A set of cock and balls sitting in one of the display cases, right next to the ground beef.

    "Wha..?" he exclaimed under his breath, blinking in surprise. "..No way."

    The set of clearly erect male organs had been severed neatly, just below a thin metallic band cinched tight around the base. They were a light purplish color, as if they had been taken off only moments after the band had been applied and then somehow preserved. They didn't look frozen, though, but fresh. Very fresh.

    "What the hell.." he muttered, shaking his head in disbelief at what he was seeing. Coming across human genitalia was not something he expected to happen while doing his meat shopping.

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    First off, excellent story! Always a fan of volunteered meat. Specially when it's just so casual of the meatgirls in their harvesting.

    This is the sort of role playing scenes I can never find on f-chat. lol

    I dunno who I'd want to buy it, maybe some cute famous girl celebrating her 18th birthday. One of those foodie types that takes pictures of everything they eat.
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    Also, this makes me wish I could draw or had the time for Daz3d stuff. It would make an awesome comic.
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    Great work! Glad to see you're still posting.
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    I'd prefer a mach more younger male here.
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    My reproduction /tribute of a story I read years ago on another site. I've looked and can't find it anymore. I’ve tried to reproduce it as completely and faithfully as possible from memory. The original was far better.

    If anyone has the original or any info about the author please let me know so that I can properly credit the author.
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    Bena's Gift

    Many years ago, one winter while I was still in college a special girl came into my life. Her name was Bena.

    She was not like the other girls I had known. When we first me, I did not realize just how special she was. She was quiet and plain and rarely spoke in our class that we had together. Had we not been assigned to work together on a group project, I may have overlooked her in that lecture hall we shared with thirty-some other students.

    Bena always dressed simply and modestly. She usually wore an unadorned blue gown/robe that covered her whole body down to the floor and her head was always wrapped in an immaculately clean white headscarf.

    It was the second week of class when the professor randomly assigned everyone partners for a project. I was given a slip of paper with a name on it. Bena. After some searching, I found her, sitting at a desk in the back row.

    “Are you Bena?”
    She looked up suddenly but gracefully from her book.


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    Love & Noose

    Jack had no idea that life would offer him a very special gift in a form of a beautiful young girl, who would offer him a special pleasure beyond his imagination. The girl was an exchange student from Pakistan. Her name was Bena Shari, and the moment Jack laid his eyes on her in class, he felt desire burn inside him. Bena was very beautiful. She was slim, with graceful smooth neck, high cheekbones and raven hair that fell almost to her waist. Her skin was smooth, light brown and spicy. In short, Jack always got his mind wondering what he would do with Bena once he managed to somehow seduce her. Jack was lucky, because Bena liked him too. They met in the park after class and Jack simply kissed her on impulse and she responded with passion that made him fly. Jack's tongue explored her mouth and she tasted of wild spices and honey. The next day, Bena seemed to hesitate about something. Jack told her boldly that he would like to make love to Bena. Eventually, after nearly an hour of silence, Bena cried a little, but then seemed to finally make up her mind. Jack drove her to his brother's hunting lodge just outside the city and there, in total privacy, he took Bena's virginity. Before he penetrated her, they cuddled and kissed and Jack patiently showed her the art of pleasing a man with her mouth. Bena was a gentle and spectacular lover. She lovingly and smoothly brought Jack to heights of ecstasy, and Jack exploded in her mouth. Bena savored his seed and drank him dry, before lying down on the bed and spreading her legs obediently for him. Jack enjoyed her body again and again, until they both lay exhausted on the rumpled sheets. "Jack, "Bena said after she rested. I want to show you something. Something I never showed to anyone." "Really?" Jack said with a smile. "What is it Bena?" "It might upset you a little, "Bena said reaching into her backpack and removing a thick manila envelope. She passed Jack a thick wad of photographs and Jack gasped in surprise at their content. Nearly half of the photos showed hanged young women and girls, some fully clothed, others completely naked. Jack could see that pictures were taken in various locations, and that the victims were hanged using anything from metal wire to shoelaces, ropes, cords and metal cables. The other photos showed actual real life executions, mass and solo hangings and close ups of the dead women's faces and necks after their bodies were cut down. Part of Jack wanted to shake with disgust, b

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    Love & Noose
    Copyright by Viking (2001).

    Jack had no idea that life would offer him a very special gift in a form of a beautiful young girl, who would offer him a special pleasure beyond his imagination. The girl was an exchange student from Pakistan. Her name was Bena Shari, and the moment Jack laid his eyes on her in class, he felt desire burn inside him.

    Bena was very beautiful. She was slim, with graceful smooth neck, high cheekbones and raven hair that fell almost to her waist. Her skin was smooth, light brown and spicy. In short, Jack always got his mind wondering what he would do with Bena once he managed to somehow seduce her. Jack was lucky, because Bena liked him too.

    They met in the park after class and Jack simply kissed her on impulse and she responded with passion that made him fly. Jack's tongue explored her mouth and she tasted of wild spices and honey.

    The next day, Bena seemed to hesitate about something. Jack told her boldly that he would like to make love to Bena. Eventually, after nearly an hour of silence, Bena cried a little, but then seemed to finally make up her mind.

    Jack drove her to his brother's hunting lodge just outside the city and there, in total privacy, he took Bena's virginity.


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    Sorry for not finishing others before starting a new one but I woke up with this one begging to be written so I figured I'd make a start ;-) Enjoy!

    Pt 1

    Karl woke up without his alarm. A glance at the clock radio beside his bed told him it was a little after 8am – quite late for him to be waking up but it was a Sunday at least, and his birthday! The single father doubted his daughter Becky would likely wake up for at least another hour so, slipping out of bed and pulling on his robe, her decided to go make himself a coffee and bring it back up to bed to enjoy the peace and quiet.

    As he made his way down the stairs, however, he was surprised to hear the hissing of a frying pan and to smell the unmistakable aroma of cooking bacon. This was nothing, however, compared to the surprise that greeted him as he entered the kitchen.

    “Hi Daddy!” Becky grinned, glancing away from the frying pan for a moment, “What are you doing up?”

    “I, umm… I wanted a coffee.” Ten year old Becky was standing completely nude in front of the stove. This was not like her – she was usually so modest, having mastered the beach-towel dance at the age of six. Yet here she was, preparing breakfast in her birthday suit, even ‘though it was his birthday! Her dirty-blonde hair was washed, dried and brushed neatly and she even seemed to be wearing a little subtle makeup. Clearly she had not simply fallen out of bed and not bothered to get dressed!

    “Go back to bed, I’ll bring it up!” Becky turned slightly towards him and Karl could not deny he liked what he saw. Although puberty had yet to hit her, his young daughter’s body was pleasingly feminine with soft curves and legs many adult women would kill for! Those legs were topped with a cute bubble-butt which was just crying out to be spanked. Her nipples were pale pink, perfectly round and slightly perky, her belly curved outwards appealingly and the soft lips below were smooth and puffy. Karl shook his head to clear his thoughts – this was his daughter and she was ten years old, he should not be thinking of her that way. “Shouldn’t you put on an apron or something?” he suggested, trying his best to sound like a parent.

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    However willing she might be, Karl could see that the gutting had taken a serious toll on his young daughter’s body. She was shivering and retching although she no longer had any stomach from which to vomit anything. He had made a promise to her, that he would spit her delicious young body while she was still alive and he meant to keep that promise.

    “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He stroked her hair tenderly. “Not much longer to go. I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you!”

    “Don’t be silly, Daddy!” she managed to grin through the pain and strange, feverish feeling that was gradually overcoming her. “I was pretty distracted when you cut me so I didn’t feel it that much and I’m cold right now but I’m going to be plenty warm soon enough!” She giggled in her delightful way that Karl had found so enchanting since she was a baby.

    “Well I don’t know about anyone else,” Karl leant forward and kissed her tenderly on the cheek, “but I’m getting hungry! What do you say we get this tasty meat on the barbecue?” He gave her a playful slap on her round bottom which was still sticking out provocatively behind her.

    “Great idea!” She grinned back at him. With her dad’s help, Becky climbed up onto the table where she knelt a little awkwardly with her hind-quarters sticking up in the air and her chin resting on the cold metal of the table, providing a hopefully easy path for the spit.

    His friend Jack holding the end over his shoulder to steady it, Karl took the spit and lined the sharp tip up with his daughter’s thankfully very well lubricated vagina. As he inserted the end and began to slide it in, he couldn’t help wonder if their morning’s activities had helped to make this part of the process slightly easier for Becky and if, to some degree, that is why she had been so keen to rock his world before filling his belly?

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    As always, a superb story!!!😊😊
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    Thank you :-D Not had a much time today as I'd thought I might have but it's nice to be getting some finished! Especially as I feel another new one brewing based on suggestions! Hehehe
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    That ending reminds me of a suggestion I made a while back for girl haggis using heart lung liver kidneys extra ground up mixed with oats and then stuffed into a girl's womb and cooked
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    Ooh yeah I forgot that! Nice idea :-D
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    Heather kicked her heels off after a hard day of work. Her white socks which where a size too small clung to her sweaty feet, which shapes could clearly be made out from beneath the socks. She let her red hair fall down to her upper back and let out a soft moan as she sat down on the hotel's chair, her voice almost unnaturally light. She slid out a photo from one of her black dresses hidden pockets. Her full, red lips curled into a smile as her green eyes surveyed the Asian girl who couldn't have been older than seven the picture was off. The girl had made an easy target, and though the assassin hadn’t the slightest idea why anyone would want her dead, she enjoyed doing the job. Though Heather was almost in her forties, she didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Her black, low cut dress hugged her body tightly, emphasizing both her C cup breasts and large firm ass. Her legs were slender and pale, and her arms much the same. Her face was pale and delicate, especially her nose. She stood with another groan as her back popped several times, but suddenly she felt her breath being taken away. Heather yelped as she felt the wire slip around her throat and ganged as it tightened around her. The assassins socked feet stumbled backward as whoever held the wire pulled her, before her attacker finally sat on the hotel's bed, pulling Heather into their lap. And then Heather heard the voice she never expected she would hear in a situation such as that one
    “You’re getting sloppy mom” Katlin, the daughter of the assassin said. Heather went wide-eyed as she kicked her socked feet frantically and gripped at the wire. Suddenly she felt a tongue that she could only imagine was her daughters, run across her cheek. “Back when you were training me, you would have beaten me for how pathetic of a job I was doing, hiding from you. I was expecting you to notice me the second you walked in the door, and maybe put up a little fight. But this mom? Jeez, you’re really losing your touch” Katlin said in a mocking tone. Heather felt hot tears run down her cheek as she finally started to grasp the reality of the situation. Her daughter, her own flesh and blood daughter who she raised since she was a baby, was trying to kill her. Not only was she trying, but from the looks of things, she might succeed. She didn’t think she could break Katlin’s grasp of the wire, and she couldn’t find a weapon close enough to grab. She started to elbow her attackers’ side but couldn’t let a hit with much power

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