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    I have been thinking up a story of Pedro the man in charge of the cartels kidnapping, and public relations.

    This is set in near future Mexico when the cartel has completely taken over the government. There is actually much less violence, as certain cartels are designated the official governing bodies. Any opposition forces have died horribly.

    In the run up to this point during the drug wars, the competition for horrible retaliation videos was on the rise. Every cartel was uploading videos online of rivals dying horrible deaths, beaten, and chopped, up alive.

    At the same time there was something terrible happening to people in Juarez. The authorities were finding whole families remains. All with signs of severe torture, and indications that many of them had been partially eaten.

    By all accounts most of these people were not involved in the drug, business but were just sleeping in their homes, or were migrants passing through.

    It was a huge story on the news, and people were disappearing at such a high rate that the police actually did an investigation for once.

    Video evidence showed a van registed to an address outside of town loading a missing family into a van. When the police raided the address, they found a nightmare.

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    The cartel boss was in the process of seizing total control. He already had the police, and many corrupt military officials in his pocket. The few people who till we're resisting him, were slowly disappearing.

    Some ending up on grainy LiveLeak videos being cut up, as a message. Or even turning up dumped on the street, or hanging from lamp posts in the town squares.

    He wanted to send a real message to who was in charge of this region, and looked for everyway possible to embarrass the government.

    So it was that confluence of circumstances, plus a few briefcases of cash, and some threats to peoples lives that found Pedro walking out of jail.

    The TV cameras were all on, and there was no questions what happened when a rolls Royce pulled up in the modest town, and Pedro was loaded in.

    Not only had the cartel freed him, they had hired him.

    With millions of dollars in start up funding, and unlimited resources of the cartels, Pedro went from serial killer to one of the most powerful men in Mexico.

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    Okay so that is how we arrived here in the present

    Pedro woke up with a stir. Rolling over he laid eyes on the angelic form of 10 year old Lucita, sleeping peacefully. Her fresh olive skin glowed in the morning light. Not a blemish on her youthful beauty.

    He sat up and traced his eyes down her sleeping body from her bee sting tits, past her taut stomach, and down to her crotch nicely on display for him as she cuddled one of the lage stuffed animals on his bed.

    He reached out to part one of her smooth butt cheeks and exposed the her small holes, both bright red, and still lightly seeping fluids from the fun he had the previous night taking first her vaginal, and then anal virginity.

    His cock stirred as he contmplated sliding into her inviting warmth again.

    Shaking off those thoughts he rolled over and grabbed his cellphone. Enabling his security measures he first went to his calendar app, custom programmed by a bright kid in the organization. It had a long list of names each with a countdown clock next to them. Each person on the list was a kidnapped person in his facility, and the clocks represented how long the families were given to pay the Ransom. He had everything from babies to, grandmother's in the hundreds of cells, and often entire families of central American migrants, as it took blocks of them to be profitable for blackmailing.

    Lucitas name was at the top of the list, and 0:00 was flashing in red next to it. Clicking on it it brought him to a screen listing who her family was, their past 3 years tax returns, and many other financial details aggregated from legal, and illegal tax, and hacked financial services databases.

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    No.19102 [Report]
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    Bump for more
    Good story~
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    No.13880 [Report] AS
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    I'm just going to dump all my stories as quickly as possible. Life changes are under way, and I don't anticipate I'll post for a while. All of these stories are fictional/fantasy. Any resemblance to any persons, real or fictional, are coincidental. I do not condone any harm to anybody. If you plan on hurting yourself or others, please do not, and seek help. I enjoy feedback, so if you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment below!

    --CB


    -- The one and only chapter, Chapter 1 --


    Today was my first day at John Drake's School for Educational Rehabilitation.

    I'll be honest with you. I was pretty damn desperate. Times were tough in the New Confederate States of America. And my parents paid a fortune for me to go to college. Unfortunately I couldn't really get a job anywhere else. I didn't make the best grades. I didn't have a great degree. I tried. But everybody said I needed to get some experience first. Some real-world training. So it was either get a job at the corner coffee shop or apply for this program called "Teach for the Confederacy."

    Ever since we won the civil war, we've really been the last bastion for slavery. Wad a few revolts since then. The Great Revolt of 1903, led by the plucky Ted McKnowlty. I'll clue you in on a secret. He wasn't Irish. The Great Rebellion of 1951. Each led to hundreds of thousands of lives lost. End slavery, the people cried! And some certainly tried. They were, how do you put it, mildly successful. Our government was filled with beauracracy and corruption. Half truths, and half measures. We did something in the middle. We didn't end slavery as a society. We desegregated it. Right around the time the our neighbors to the North was celebrating their Civil Rights Movement, we celerated our universal Civil Unrights Movement.

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    No.19098 [Report]
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    nice story! I'd love to see more, but i suppose "one and only" is pretty final, huh?
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    Tonight is my release, one I’ve been waiting for a very long time - 835 years - so long overdue.

    Immortality sounds wonderful at first blush, but as the years and decades and centuries flow past, the horror of endless life sinks in and the bliss of nonexistence begins to look better and better. I have long yearned to quit this world and tonight I will.

    I was taken when I was eight years old. I was an odd child, so different than any other boy in my village, so I was ripe for taking. How Xander knew I was so different was a mystery to me until many decades later when I had learned to read people, to see into their souls and truly know them, that I understood what he saw in me. My difference must have shone like a beacon in the night as Xander prowled our village looking for a companion to ease his loneliness, and his search ended when he tapped at my window that night so long ago and asked me to invite him in, and I in my excitement for a companion of my own, I did.

    Xander gave me ecstasy when he took me that night and every night after that for a long time, nestled together on the ferns in his cave. Though I was a boy, I had always felt like a girl and he treated me thus. Each night as he held me astraddle his legs and I moaned in my carnal pleasure and bared my throat to him, he would bite and suck and I would know a bliss that throbbed deep in my loins as I felt the blood rushing from my body and my small cock spasming tightly, pulsing my clear ejaculate over both our bellies and again when his thick, stickiness would fill my bowels and he growled in my ear.

    One night, as I grew weaker, he promised me eternal life and in my need for our affair to never end I accepted and with the last of my strength as our mutual climaxes receded, I bit his offered wrist and drank from his body. I transformed that night, becoming a creature of darkness, becoming a hunter like Xander, and together we fed on the villagers by night and consumed each other’s lust deep in his cave by day.

    I never wanted it to end.

    But there came the day we were discovered and the men from the village dragged Xander from our cave under the noonday sun, and me being so much smaller ran and hid deeper in the cave where no grown man could fit. I felt such horror as I listened to his screams and such sorrow when I found myself alone.

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    I discovered a bunch of Chinese death related guro stories and was translating them but backup failed, depression set in and only now mustered enough to get back at it.

    I hope to one day be able to support myself with translations so any comments and suggestion is highly appreciated.
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    Dovakiin Simple Meal

    Tatatata. Metallic heels taps Lord of Falkreath's longhouse floor, that is a pair of golden high heels, pure gold pair of sky high heels, the better to let the woman wearing look taller, but even so, it's owner is a small lovely person.

    The guard swallows; even if carrying a magic totem with the emblem sun's golden ring floating in mid air, the brightened back and shoulder blades can be completely seen, the oiled skin and the white dragon tattoo and unique dragon words gives this prettiness an added mystique.

    Connecting to the totem are two hanging blue drape accessories giving the back view only blue and the girl's white buttocks, plump thighs, and a pair of tied hands.

    Those small white green onion like fingers seems to purposefully teasing the guards behind, occasionally massaging those soft buttocks, the bouncy skin, seducing the loyal guards making them imagine pinching that meaty rear.

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    Oh I forgot to give credit.

    It's written by 永夜者, he is currently writing a r15 book with similar themes involving Dark Souls and some anime. Occasionally he'd write r-18 stories, some independent, Fallout, and a few on his Dark Soul series. He has a bunch of stories I plan on translating first then eventually other authors.

    I did receive his permission to translate.


    I need to proof read more, only after posting and reading did I find some stuff I missed when I proof read in text note.
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    I love this story. It's so unabashedly pornographic, with every other sentence sexualizing the main girl and using fun words to describe her body.

    I also have a thing for consensual, and a thing for super-powerful heroines meeting their makers.

    I'd love to see more translations--this author writes right up my alley.
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    agreed. Please do fallout, I've never read fallout guro before
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    I assume you gave up on your attempt to translate more of this- can anyone find the author's other works in Chinese? I found a pixiv account but there are only 7 novels in there- this one not included. If anyone knows where to find the rest i would be very grateful.
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    God, this is absolutely incredible. I'd love to read more of this author's works, if they're anything like this. I love seeing strong girls like me made low and killed for men…
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    I'm unable to sleep, so I wrote a simple vore story. It's short, it's awful, it has vore. Enjoy.
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    The 30 foot dragon stretched his body out, as the sun shined down on his mountain cave. his red scales smacked together as he stretched and relaxed, and he slid out, his large brown horns curling on either side of his head.

    First thing he sees is a maiden tied to a post. She was a curvy woman, looked to be about 16 summers old. Long, pretty gold hair, and dark blue eyes. Large breasts that bounced as she tried to get her get free of the ropes on her arms. The rope was connected to a hook, hanging off a metal post. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get freed. She started to scream, and tried to kick her bound legs. She pissed herself as the dragon went over.

    "Hmmm! Breakfast!" he purred, looking down at her.

    Now, should he roast her? Nah, he hasn't had raw maiden for a while. He wrapped his huge claw around her body, and lifted her up off of the hook.

    He was tempted to snap her neck, but decided against it. Instead of chewing her up, he was going to swallow her whole. He loved how they wiggle and fight down his throat, and try to kick his belly when they land.


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    I read this over breakfast! lol. Good fun! Thanks :D
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    Haha, I usually don't enjoy vore, but I liked it! You have a good writing tone :)
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    No.19080 [Report]
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    Please tell me I'm not the only one who started singing G-L-O-R-I-A (like in Return to the Forbidden Planet) when the knight shouted?
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    No.19088 [Report]
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    I have an idea, maybe another version where the maiden didn't die right away, then the knight reunited inside and had sex inside, then dissolved while cumming and the dragon puked out their intact pelvic regions, still mated together and bones are lying around.
    Maybe hotter if one of her nip survived as well.
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    I don't know how to quote people on here. I do not have the stomach for Scat or Vomit, it's weak like that. I prefer 'clean' snuff stories. Plus, vore is a rather strange death fetish…
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    The red dragon stretched out on a warm rock, rolling onto his back as he stretched his tail. He was trying to get comfortable, but damn it, he felt himself rutting.

    It wasn't mating season yet, so there were no females around for him to satisfy himself. Masturbation seemed too much like a human thing, and he didn't want to start doing that. So, he just quietly suffered.

    At least, until he heard a maiden screaming again.

    'It's too soon for another feeding.' The dragon mused as he went around to where the post was. This time, it was a rather scrawny redhead. Small breasts, small hips, small body.

    "Not even good enough for a snack.' he mused to himself. Still, he thought as he took a hold of her, can't let her go to waste.


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    It was my own stupid fault, running my mouth like I usually do.

    Raymond said the old Craymore place was haunted by Craymore’s daughter who killed herself by sitting down on a pool cue. When I asked him how he knew that, he said he’d seen her apparition moaning and walking around naked with half a pool cue sticking out of her ass.

    I laughed at him for believing in ghosts and for thinking a girl could die just because she took half a pool cue up her hoop.

    “Us girls are tougher than we look.” I said, sticking my jaw out at him.

    “Prove it.” he said

    “How?” I ask

    “Take half a pool cue up your ass.”

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    NICE
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    No.19083 [Report]
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    Wow, that was surprisingly erotic :)
    And also very interesting ending too.
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    No.19089 [Report]
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    Great story! And also pretty different, which I like. Good job!
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    My first ever work. This might be long so I'll take my time. Enjoy.
    Basement (by Kami-sama)

    Chapter 1: Party

    She needed something to relax; the final exams were finally over. For the past few weeks, she had been cramming day and night, Monster in one hand, a book in the other. Now, she felt the energy drink wearing out and fatigue slowly taking over her body. She was tired, very tired. But she wasn't going to let it end like this. She deserved a good break. She deserved a good time. The dorm was empty, emptier than any other day. She knew the reason: it was Friday. No soul would stick around on Friday especially if it's the last day of finals.

    She unbuttoned her coat and threw it on the bed. She has been feeling stuffy all day. She unzipped her skirt and let gravity do the rest. She walked towards the mirror, which was large enough to see her whole body. She stared at it feeling frustrated. It wasn't so long ago that she bought an expensive bra from Victoria Secret: it's jet-black and has delicately sewn frills. Now, her favorite bra was strangling her breasts, limiting the oxgyen her lungs could breathe in. She wasn't disappointed at the size of the bra because it fitted her perfectly when she bought them. Instead, she was upset with her breasts. They have grown considerably again. She's already in her twenties, but her growth hasn't seceded yet. With one thumb, she unhooked her bra. The pent up tensions in her teats were impressive. Like a sling, her bra flew forward, revealing huge yet perfect pair of bosoms. They swung opposite to each other for a few seconds before coming to a still rest. It wasn't just her breasts that were big. Her nipples too adjusted to the size of her chest and budded with a pink glow. They were asleep; if aroused, these pink protrusions could further expand themselves, doubling, no, tripling in size. It wasn't the size of her breasts that envied her roommates, but the perfect alignment her nipples have on them. They weren't drooping too low nor hanging up too high and just jutted out straight towards the horizon as if begging to be sucked immediately.

    She wore matching lingerie so her panties were also black. Her chest wasn’t the only thing that grew. This was obvious when her bust jiggled with every slight movement. She slid one finger into the side of her panties and gently tugged it. The thinnest lining of her undies had been resting in the crevice between her legs, the surrounding lips biting tenderly at it. Clamping it between

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    Finally! After 3 years, we might be able to see the end of this story...
    Keep up the good work pal.
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    >>15020
    I will wait as long as I need to for this story to update.
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    >>15020
    Hi dude! It's been a year since your last post! Can we have some more?
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    No.19075 [Report]
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    This needs to be continued. I hope Kami-sama is still around, but maybe another writer could pick up the torch? I've got half a mind to finish it myself
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    “Did you see that new assistant in the lobby today?” Max, a small oafish man with curly brown hair, called over his coworker Adam, trying to project over the noise of metal slamming onto the conveyor belt in front of them.

    "The blonde? Yeah she was a cutie," said Adam, a taller, lanky man with short black hair. He then went to grab some more junk from the pile behind him to feed the conveyor.

    “Yeah. Rumor has it she’s actually working down here in Materials Construction. Really bright girl from the sounds of it,” said Max as he pulled an old tire from out of a bin and added it to the line.

    The two techs were stuck working in “Atomic Deconstruction” after a recent mishap with one of the new interns and a teleporter (the scientists are still trying to locate her). Their jobs now consisted of piling recycled junk onto a conveyor belt and running it through a chamber that resembled an airport X-ray scanner. Once in the chamber, objects would be reduced down to their raw atomic ingredients, then stored for later usage in the “Materials Construction” process which was performed by the same device.

    "No shit? Can't be too bright if she wants to work around all this shit," joked Adam with a lighthearted tone, while partially straining to lift part of a broken toilet onto the belt.

    "It won't be shit once I'm done with it!" said a raised but gentle voice from behind.

    Max and Adam looked towards the entrance of the lab where the voice came from and were greeted with a beautiful sight. The new blonde assistant.

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    That was an utterly fantastic story. I loved the "oh well, might as well have fun" along with the light-hearted view of everything. Plus plenty of cheesecake to enjoy. Thank you!
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    -Warnings may change and will be marked

    Akiko grunted as an elbow pressed against her back. The set was fairly large, a recreation of an expansive Edo period bathing house, but with all the people standing off camera with her there wasn't any room to move without bumping into someone. For a moment she wondered how different it must have been making movies back in the days before the big population change.

    According to her history books the retrovirus was originally designed to beat an old affliction called cancer by forcing good cells to split and multiply under certain conditions in order to aggressively starve out the bad ones. Things had gone well in closed clinical trials and so with great promise it was allowed to spread into the general population. Cancer quickly rates began to fall but it was only nine months later that the real consequences became known.

    Apparently the presence of two X chromosomes within a recently fertilized egg had the unforeseen effect of triggering the virus and so there was a sudden uptick in the number of triplets, quintuplets and then octuplets appearing in maternity wards. Within a decade nearly every little girl had no fewer than five or six identical sisters to play with.

    The increase in population density was unavoidable but Akiko had learned in school that Japan was already experienced with overcrowding and had quickly adjusted to that. The more fundamental change was to female identity. Parents struggled with the difficulty of raising anywhere from six to twelve indistinguishable girls as separate children and when the phenomenon grew to full proportion society as a whole couldn't handle the strain anymore.

    That's why Akiko and her seven identical sisters were legally just Akiko Nakamura. Like other sets of girls they'd been raised by their parents as one person. They had passed their high school entrance exam as one person, pursued a career as one person and even dated as one person. For the women of today the idea of having any value or identity that was separate from their sisters had become an alien concept.

    And so it was that Akiko, all eight of her, had by the age of 22 become a famous actress and starred in several exciting historical dramas. Right now six of them were working simultaneously on other sets while she was here as an understudy, observing the seventh Akiko perform the pivotal bathhouse scene.

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    Great story. I like the casual death
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    a lovely piece of work. i hope to see more casual and willing snufftoys from you in future, this was very well done
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    ooh, that was good! it's a neat premise for sure. I had something along those lines in mind when I started writing my Nobles and Clones universe, but just 'not faking the deaths', not them being actual legitmate actors, that's awesome!
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    Such a great story. I would love to be an actress in this future <3
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    (Hello there! This is an experimental story with a interactive element. I tried to do this as an rp but no one tried so instead I'm going to do it as a story! With multiple choice elements!

    Here's the plan, after ever tidbit of the story I will give four options for readers to vote on, with a fifth optional choice being written in by the FIRST person to respond after one of my posts. Whichever choice has the most votes when I come around to write will be what I go with!)

    Joeslist, a popular dark web version of Craigslist just posted a unique listing in their "prostitution" tab. A rather rare find amongst the many whores of different varieties and ages

    '7yo boy, kidnapped, Virgin. NEVER USED'

    The ad includes pictures of a rather terrified looking boy with brown hair and stunning blue eyes tied to a chair. Wearing a green t shirt with a dinosaur print on it and pair of jeans an black and white converse sneakers that seemed rather beaten up.

    The ad mentioned that the kid is freshly bathed but only has the one outfit, which he pissed in when he was being kidnapped. Somewhere after his kidnappers grabbed him a discussion was had about washing the clothes…but they decided not to… assuming someone may like the smell of little boy piss. As well as he's been fed and hydrated and checked to make sure of his virgin status…though there is no mention of how he was checked.

    The ad links to a bidding site, with the starting bid already inordinately high, at least three times higher that some of the most premium whores. The boy clearly could only be afforded to the wealthy, someone willing to give up all their savings…or perhaps a few perverts willing to split the costs.

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    Good to know! Thank you! For the sake of ease!

    https://strawpoll.com/baep3p5f
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    (What an interesting set of votes, but thats it for the last round! I'm going to drop the idea of write in options, too difficult to manage and takes control of the narrative away from me)

    The bid krept up little by little, one person outbidding the next in small increments right up until the last hour, where the amount of money being bid exploded massively. It jumped into the hundreds, than into the thousands, until it was down to the last minute. A two anonymous bidders were neck and neck until one put in their final bid a split second before the other.

    Somewhere a kind woman, bidding to save the boys life, lamented her loss as the wealthy teen rockstar, Cindy Savage jumped up to celebrate her win. The funds were transfered immediately and the people at Joeslist quickly began to pack their things and drop the kid off at the predetermined meeting spot.

    It would be another day before the kid was led, blindfolded to the front door of a large estate. He was brought into the house and after a short discussed between Cindy and the man that brought the boy he left leaving the two alone. Cindy looked the small kid over with a smile before pulling off his blindfold.

    The bot would find himself in a large living room in front of a massive black leather couch, a finely made coffee table between him and the girl. To the left was a fully stocked bar and behind him a massive flat screen tv. The boy blinked a few times as his eyes came into focus.

    As they did his stunning blue eyes went wide as he recognized the girl sitting in front of him. The world famous rocker gal, Cindy Savage. Famous for her intense vocals and brutal riffs, there was hardly a person in the world that didn't know the 16 year olds name for some reason or another.

    She was dressed casually, a black t shirt and jeans with a pair of old white socks on her feet, the soles well worn and greyed. She had them on from her last show, and they certainly smelled of it. Her hair was bubblegum pink the left side shaved and the rest cut into a pixie cut.

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    D

    I want this to be Violent
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    you think you'll ever get back to writing loli scat and farts
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    D/C sound like goos options, i want it to get fucked~
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    Little story I put together for a set of pieces made by Emikochan

    I tried to include some science behind it while mixing it into the story… Let me know what you think!

    Your body has warning signs of danger and should rarely be ignored. Panic, pain, difficulty acting, moving or even breathing. Your body has these warning signs to help keep you alive and to warn you of danger, but for some this is just a hinderance for a spell.

    It had taken months of practice and play to get to the point she was at. To iron out that annoying panic signal her brain always gave off the moment she started to run out of air. To ignore the light headedness the lack of air brought for the sweet release that came after. To ignore the pain that was washed away the moment that warmth flooded her body.

    She thought she was safe; she had practiced for months, used something thin and flimsy that could be easily rendered with her teeth, and /knew/ her limits. Well, the problem with limits is you never know what they are until you push them over the edge, and until you break through those limits. Only then are you truly capable of knowing what you can or can not do, but for some that is too little too late.

    This had become her almost daily pattern now after coming home from work. Flop on her bed with a toy or not, slip a thin bag over her head and tuck it into her collar before securing the collar. Normally what took her thirty minutes or more to accomplish was done in mere seconds once her air ran out. That though had an inverse affect in it slowly taking longer and longer to accomplish her peak. The more she did it the longer it took, or that much more effort it took just to peak.

    After a while of doing this she had learned to ignore her brain’s panic symptoms. She had rid herself of the panic that made her shred so many of the thin plastic bags. She had learned that the release that came after her head became clouded and blank was strong. She had learned to ignore the pain in her lungs since once the release hit her that pain would fade. All she had to do was tear the flimsy bag with a claw, tooth, or even her hand and she would be able to breathe again.

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    Really nice storry, would love to see more like it.
    For me personally the part where she realizes her demise is a bit short. No time to accepting her fate or even embrace it.
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    I have a long story planned for another piece of art, so there is more to come. You can find me on FA by my username.
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    While I am trying to get back into writing, I thought I'd let y'all see some short stories. Let me know what you think c:
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    Melanie, a little five inch tall fairy, was happily fluttering over the city sidewalk. She normally worked as a chef, but today was her day off so she wore an oversized shirt with nothing underneath. The tiny lady had white skin, short pink hair and light blue eyes behind a pair of glasses.

    However, her happy little stroll soon stopped as she heard a gasp nearby. Upon looking, she saw a woman in a business suit on her knees and grasping her chest. She looked rather healthy, so Melanie wondered what could possibly be happening to her. The woman panted and coughed, her free hand trying to type on her phone but was too shaky. Melanie looked concerned and flew to the woman.

    “Call the hospital as soon as you can..” Melanie softly spoke into the woman's ear before she disappeared, leaving her to look around where the voice could have possibly come from.

    Melanie appeared inside of the businesswoman's chest, her glasses gone so they won't get in the way. The fairy blushed deeply as she saw the organs inside, the woman's lungs about as pink as Melanie's hair and her heart nestled inside of its pericardium. However her lungs were trembling as she couldn't get a proper breath, and her heart thrashed and couldn't keep a rhythm. Classic case of a heart attack, as Melanie figured. She flew to the heart, just tall enough to grab onto it.. but the pericardium was proving difficult to keep a grip.

    She decided to teleport herself into the sac, ending up pinned between said sac and the failing red pump inside. Melanie at least spotted the culprit; a dark spot in a coronary artery indicated a blood clot. The poor girl must've been overworked into this state, maybe she ended up the pack mule for paperwork in her office job… whatever the matter, the helpful little fairy took action.

    Melanie managed to slip her arms and legs around the heart, having a grip around her atria and ventricles. She let out an aroused sigh, to say hearts turned her on was an understatement. If she couldn't get her partner behind heart play during her flings, she at least got them to agree to let her sleep on their heart when they were done. She always preferred her partners to be massive compared to her. Holding someone's heart like this, hearing their valves slap and feeling their blood rush would of course get this fairy so excited… even if the valves in question were flapping aimlessly and the blood sloshed around in the chambers instead. With her slit soaking wet under her shirt and her tiny heart racing like a hummingbird's, Melanie went to action.

    She put her toned muscles to work as she squeezed her legs down on the ventricles. Enough squeezing, and the ventricles gave way to push that sloshing blood into the rest of the woman's body. The fairy then started a rhythm as she pushed her hands down on the atria to push more blood down, then her legs again to push the ventricles.

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    [consensual] [straight] [penectomy]

    Short story about a one night stand that turned out to be unforgetable.


    The Threesome
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    By ShamefulDesire (01/11/2019)

    I picked this guy up in a bar. We went back to my place, and upon entering, we bumped into my roommate. Without missing a second, he invited her to a treesome. I didn't want to seem like a wet blanket, I nodded to her to accept if she wanted to. He was a true stallion. I think both my roommate and I were utterly spent by the end. The entire bed was sticky. His cock was enormous and he was still rock hard when we both had to tap out. He sat up at the bottom of the bed stroking his cock, gazing longinly at my well reamed pussy. I was sat up at the head of the bed, my roommate was face down to my left. She had a small puddle of cum in the small of her back. I think she had fallen asleep.

    My roommate's cat jumped up on the bed. She was obviously hungry, well passed her feeding time. The cat purred and started rubbing up agaist him. She put her head under his arm from behind and looked up at him. He started stroking her and talking softly. Realising that the cat was hungry, he offered to feed her. He gripped his massive cock from the base and pointed it at the cat's face. She sniffed the tip for a bit and then started to take some tentative nibbles from the tip. I felt something warm descend into my stomach while watching this. The cat continued to nibble away. I nudged my roommate and nodded towards the foot of the bed. She turned over and sat up. The cat had by now nibbled away the guy's cock head. He continued to stroke the back of the cat's neck. He spoke softly and gave the cat encouragment. My roommate had an enormous orgasm without even touch her twitching pussy. I felt as though the slightest touch of my fully engorged clit would cause me to erupt in concurrant orgasms.


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    [consensual] [penectomy]

    Short story. The events of Threesome started a fad. A school charity event follows the trend.

    Kitten Sanctuary
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    By ShamefulDesire (9/11/2019)

    "We have to come up with an idea for this years charity event." Traci introduced the meeting of the charity committee at her school.

    "I heard about this sorority that gave up cock for lent. They had a ceremony where they tossed all of their dildos and boyfriends' cocks into a fire. Maybe we could do that here?" Piped up one of the girls in the committee.

    "That was a sorority of really hot bimbos. We are school girls. What can we possible do to persuade them to part with their cocks? We don't have much to offer them." Said another.

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    Hehe,
    I wonder if it counts as zoophilia if you feed your penis to the cat LOL

    And now Traci has a boyfriend with half-eaten cooked dick ;)
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    We are legally allowed to feed our skin to so called "doctor fish" in foot spas. Why would this be any different?
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    I do not mean that I just say if fetish of your dick being eaten by cat can be considered zoophilia as if you find that idea arousing.
    Of course that's only for a comedy purpose.
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    hmm… considering posting my stories to gurochan.

    won't be difficult either as they're already up on hentai foundary n tumblr

    question is, how much do i want to become known to be on this site as well
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    She left a trail of clothes through the house. Her shoes and jacket by the door. Her socks in the hallway. Her sweater in the living room. Her bra in the kitchen. Her jeans in the hallway. Finally she dropped her panties on the bathroom floor as she turned on the shower.

    She took her time. Enjoying the relaxing, hot water falling across her back and chest. She scrubbed and lathered up her slim frame. As she rinsed she was lost in thought, reliving moments from her date with a guy named Pete earlier that night. As far as dates went for highschoolers, it was a pretty good one. They had seen a local band play at Snead Hall then went for ice cream at Mandy’s Creamery. After that, they made out in his car for a while. He felt her up under her sweater, but she had stopped him from going any further. She had been thinking a lot lately about losing her virginity, but she still felt she wasn’t ready. He had been cool with it, but she felt a little bad because she knew she had probably let him on.

    She and a couple of her friends had joined Tinder once they turned 18 to get dates with guys outside of their high school friend groups. They had all agreed that high school boys were just too immature. Her friends had both already had good dates that ended in sex.

    Turning the shower off, she wrapped herself in a towel and dried her wavy blonde hair. She saw she had received a text from Pete saying he had a great time. She held off replying, thinking it might make her seem too eager. She overthought things like that a lot, and she knew it, but she also knew she couldn’t help herself.

    Rather than texting him back, she scrolled through her photos to pick out a few of her favorite selfies they had taken that night. She figured she might post them later.

    She threw on a comfy t-shirt and a pair of floral-print panties. She grabbed a blanket from the arm of the couch in the living room and turned on the tv. She snuggled up into the corner of the couch under the blanket and started the next episode of the sitcom she was rewatching on Netflix.

    Her parents had been away visiting her grandparents in Idaho for the last couple of days. They were due back tomorrow morning. She felt a little sad that her time alone was coming to an end.

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    Great story, the stabbing, the rape,the pitiful motive for such a brutal crime. Wonderful!
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    We need more stories like this on this board. Thanks for posting!
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    "Is he nice?"
    "He's nice enough, I guess. I mean … he won't hurt you much."
    "You mean he'll hurt us a little?"
    "He doesn't mean it to hurt, it just does. But if you can relax it feels good."
    "And he gives us candy?"
    "Yes."
    "Lots?"
    "Yeah. Enough to last you all week."
    "That's cool."
    "Yeah."
    …
    "Is that him?"
    "Yeah, the grey van."

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    “… [screaming] …”
    “Olive! Stop fighting it … relax and the good feelings start.”
    “… it hurts …. it huuuuuuuuurts …”
    “Push deep, Mister. Then let her rest.”
    “… UNGH! …”
    “There. It’s in. Just relax your belly.”
    “… s’ too big … too big …”
    “Girls stretch, Olive. You can handle it.”
    “… noooooo …”
    “Come on, Olive. My sister did it. I did it. You can do it too.”
    “… can’t …”
    “I’ve taken your turn for six months. You promised this time.”
    “I’ll try. I’ll really try.”

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    “Grace? Teacher sent me to find you.”
    “You found me.”
    “Why are you hiding in the bathroom?”
    “It’s just too much.”
    “What happened?”
    “This happened.”
    “What? … this is a stocking.”
    “Silk.”
    “Silk?”
    “Yeah. It’s what Sissy hanged herself with.”
    “Your sister died?”
    “Might as well. She’s in a coma.”
    “Is she going to be okay?”

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    The old placer miner’s shack is quiet, the surrounding forest still. Even the ponds near the river’s edge are silent, the frogs that nightly raise their symphony of rough calls are on alert, wary of the distant screams of a girl in frantic pain and need.

    The grey van that parks near the shack above the ponds every Friday night when the parents of certain girls while away their hours at the honky-tonk on the highway, is missing; now further along the rutted dirt road. It is from within the van that the screams emit, heard only by the frogs and those inside the van.

    Though the night is cool, the air inside the van is humid, smelling of sweat, sex, urine, and vomit. A girl named Grace is slick with sweat, her hair plastered to her scalp and face. The mattress between her open thighs is wet with urine and what the man that is pressing down hard on her lower belly calls ‘honey’. Another girl is laying beside Grace, holding her tight, pinching her small pink nipples. Her name is Olive, and she is there to help her friend Grace endure her ordeal, or help ease her out of this life.

    “… Harder! …” Grace screams at the man between straining grunts, spit spraying past her clenched teeth, “… I can feel it! … I can feel it! …”

    The heels of the man’s hands are pressed deep in Grace’s abdomen just on either side of her belly button, the little pot belly between it and her sex is like a hard ball. It is this he is pushing against.

    “Push it out! Push it out!” Grace cries out, her once tender voice now raw and hoarse.

    “It’s not working, Grace.” Olive says, wiping the beads of sweat from Grace’s brow with a pair of underpants.

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