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    No.19160 [Edit] [Report] AS
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    Anyone heard from Squunch, Loke or SadisticPleasures lately? Not seen anything from them in a while.
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    Anyone? :-/ Feel free to add other names.
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    I’ve seen squunch post over at Fetnoir. Not sure about the others.
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    I´ve found a good story. It was published in Yahoo/debreast


    Part 1. M/S Topless


    Jana couldn't believe how excited she was. Just yesterday at her birthday party her friends had revealed her that they had booked a luxorious cruise aboard the M/S Topless for four and they were leaving the very next day. Being the teenagers they were, there was no question about their intentions of heavy partying and general foolishness. Jana was expecting quite the weekend filled with alcohol, sunshine, beautiful women and endless dancing.

    This was to be Jana's first time aboard the famous party ships that they had so many times adored at the city harbour while wondering why all the cruises had age restrictions and wouldn't allow anyone under 18 aboard. Afterall this was a very liberal society based on the views of their ancestors one and a half centuries ago. They had shaped the entire world according to their beliefs and preferrences. This is why Risa Nine was one of the most liberal colonies in the Federation. Very few regulations and directives applied here. The entire world was dedicated to fulfilling desires and lust. The terraforming of the land had been planned so that the entire world was basically one huge white sand beach.

    Jana's friends were all older than her. Krissy was 19 already and had definetly been to many cruises, but never really revealed anything to Jana about the parties she had had. Erica had also just turned 19 last month and she too must have had her share of off-shore fun. Keeley was just three months older than Jana and this was to be her first cruise too.

    To Jana the ship ahead of them looked almost unreal, it was so massive. Hovering forty feet above the ocean waves was the M/S Topless, a full mile long luxury ship, filled with bars, nightclubs, restaurants, gamehalls, swimming pools and spas. The massive craft even had it's own sand beach on the top level, and beneath it one hundred and sixy floors of entertainment still shrouded in mystery, just waiting to be explored by Jana and her friends.

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    A few months later the results of that night were clearly visible on Candices and Sandras swollen bellies. One night they were sitting with Mark and his friend Tony in Sandra's and Mark's living room, sipping a glass of wine, talking about the exciting night that day. It was a winter evening and they talked about that other night they spent at the Cut Club. Remembering the wall and the grinder, Candice suddenly felt hot shivers coming up her spine and wrapped her cardigan more tightly around her belly. She felt an inner urge rising ..... She looked at the others with dreamy eyes: " I want to go back there again ...". 

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    Tony had never been to the Cut Club before and didn't quite know what to expect. With some reluctance he opened the heavy door to the club and gasped at the view of the large glass wall with the grinders and the intense action at the wall above. Aaron and the two heavily pregnant girls followed him, eager in anticipation for the things to come. 

    They watched a very athletic guy and two adorable female companions approaching one of the holes in the wall where a stiff cock was sticking out and eagerly waiting for some action. one of the blonde beauties was massaging the cock while the other took care of the beautifully built man. massaging his balls and penis. While the action became more and more intense, our four friends, watching the scene, started massaging each other. Tony and Mark took care of the swollen and milk-filled breasts of their girlfriends while they were  staring fascinated to the wall, anticipating what was to come. 

    While the action became more and more intense and you could hear the joyful moans and cries, one of the girls suddenly pressed the button. 
    Mark stared fixated at the display behind the glass which was splattered by Aarons blood and intestines. He was so aroused that he came heavily again into Sandras mouth. Both were utterly fascinated by the eagerness with which Aaron and Jessica had sought their fate, but didn't feel ready yet to submit to the wall and the utter beauty of the grinding process.


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    Tony immediately started to fuck Candice from behind as well, whereas Jane started working on the tits and belly of Sandra, which she gently caressed. Besides the red button alongside the tits a second button appeared above the belly, apparently to trigger action there. After a brief exchange with Tony and Candice Jane decided to press that button first.

    After a few seconds a loud ripping noise could be heard. Two knives had entered the belly from below. An assistant brought a flat bowl and a knife and handed it to Jane. Suddenly Candice had an idea, she laid down besides the bowl, directly under Sandras belly about to be cut open. 

    Sandras belly popped half open and Jane began to scoop out the contents with her bare hands. Candice began vigorously smearing herself with the gory innards and blood. When Jane opened the uterus with her knife, Candice began rubbing her belly vigorously with the bloody mass, until something big and slimy popped out and fell on her belly. Candice almost orgasmed and pointed at Jane's blood-smeared knife with a pleading look in her beautiful face.

    Jane began slowly to cut open Candices belly, the innards wobbled out and mixed with the bloody gore coming out of Sandys belly. In the meantime Tony took care of Sandys breasts, until the nipples were rock hard. Then he pressed also the button besides the tits. For the uterus content the assistant brought a special silver bowl where the parts were carefully collected by Jane. Tony received the breasts slowly when they popped out of the wall and a minute later the grinders started whirring again. When the trapdoors opened one could see two bodies falling into the grinder, apparently Mark was anally fucking Sandra while falling to his death with her. The amount of gore and blood spurting against the botton of the plexiglass floor was astounding. Jane and Tony carefully disemboweled Candice completely, since she was not able to get up any more, they asked the assistant for an alternative method to have her submit to the grinder. With a smile the assistant pointed to an extra trapdoor in front of the wall which allowed direct descent to the grinder if desired. She also brought a battery driven hand blender for the content of the silver bowl which was put into immediate action by Jane. Tony laid down besides Candice and asked Jane to manually cut off his balls and cock.  Jane carefully castrated Tony with her knife and put the cock and balls into the bowl where it was pureed as well with the

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    Glad to hear you liked it. I am the author. Is this yahoo still active btw?
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    >>12815

    I love this story, nice to see it reposted here again
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    $200,000,000,000.

    That's how much money in USD is evaded from tax every year.

    Where is this money?

    A recent leak titled, The Panama Papers exposed where a majority of this money was being laundered.

    The 2.7TB of leaked information lead the source of the majority of money laundering operations to an unknown location.

    But new intel suggests that this unknown location which harbors the primary source of the money laundering operations, is in the British Virgin Islands. Inside the Bermuda Triangle.

    Years of dedicated research has narrowed the exact location to an unmarked island.

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    NAME: ANDREA [REDACTED]
    DATE: XX/XX/2019
    SUBJECT: SECTION ONE TEST
    RECIEVER: OPERATIONS HEADQUATERS

    PRIMARY AGENT: JASON ORTEGA; 35 YEARS; 189.2CM; 87.4KG; BLACK HAIR; BROWN EYES; TYPE IV PIGMENTATION

    SECONDARY AGENT: ALYSSA MARTINEZ; 14 YEARS; 146.7CM; 35.9KG; BROWN HAIR; GREEN EYES; TYPE II PIGMENTATION

    OBJECTIVE:
    TO ASSESS THE EFFECTIVENESS OF METHOD ONE.

    BRIEFING:

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    Alternatively: Operation is a partial success. Primary Agent has established contact and is developing rapport with traffickers. Recommendation is to deploy a new Secondary Agent to aid in infiltration.

    Really good start. Hope to see more from you and from this series.
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    Great start! i'd love to read more but I'd prefer it not in all caps.
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    bump. moar please. :)
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    Reposting "Futility" by the author of the Land of the Rising Sun (they didn't have a name, did they?) as per request here >>19174

    ***

    A single message, that's all it was, and yet the recipient, now sat against the fridge in her apartment, about to finish up her 10th can of beer.

    "idiot," Misato muttered, with bloodshot eyes, chugging down the contents of her beer can.

    She thought she got over him, that she was past these feelings. Rather, that's what she wanted herself to believe. Repeat a lie enough, and it becomes the truth, though it would seem, sadly, in her case, her own feelings betrayed her. Kaji's last message tore open a chasm in her heart and mind, one she never knew existed, one she tried to mask with alcohol.

    She looked to her phone again. Asuka was still in school, right? Misato had completely lost track of time, not that it mattered much anyway. With what she and Kaji had dug up, there really was no point in any of what they were doing, with their death being inevitable, whether it was through instrumentality, or the result of a battle with an angel, whichever side won, humanity, or at least what she perceived to be humanity, would lose.

    She grasped her phone. 12:07 P.M. Has it really been 3 hours? She stumbled through the contacts list, somehow refraining from calling Asuka directly despite being completely smashed, and instead choosing to call the school.

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    I also made an extended version of the last part.

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    Seeing that Asuka was no longer among the living, Rei pulled the knife from her throat. She stood up and walked to the sink, rinsing the blood off of the knife, before making her way to the living room, knife still in hand. She went to her school bag, rummaging around. She found it. Molecular Cell Biology. The book she was reading through in her spare time.

    "Your turn".

    Asuka's words rang through her head. She looked down at her stomach. She already knew what she would find should she cut herself open, so that was of no particular interest to her, but she saw no harm in complying with Asuka’s final request either. Rei didn’t plan to finish herself with a quick slash to her throat like Asuka did though, as she figured just cutting her abdomen open would work just fine for killing herself. Of course, it would be slower and hurt more, but if she was aiming for quick and painless, she could have just chosen another method in the first place. So Rei figured, as long as she was committing seppuku, might as well go all the way with the slow and painful part. Not that physical pain ever bothered her anyway. And what for the long time it would take to die – that’s what the book was for, to kill the time while she was killing herself (naturally, Rei didn’t even smile, totally missing the pun in her own thoughts).

    Rei laid her bag down lengthwise, placing her book on top of it. Recalling she had stopped reading it last night just before the chapter on Nerve Cells, Rei opened the book on the appropriate page and continued from where she left off. Rei has read a couple of paragraphs to gain momentum and then, without averting her eyes from the book, brought the knife she was still holding close to her left hip. Rei tried pushing it in while keeping reading, but found it hard to measure required pressure just right without really paying attention to it. After all, if she pushed the blade too deep, she risked damaging her viscera, thus shortening the time it would take her to die. Not that she minded it in and of itself, but it would make the entire endeavor with the book rather pointless. Rei wanted to have at least enough time to finish this chapter and not just rush it through, as she wasn’t interested in reading something without actually digesting it. And so, too make sure she’ll enjoy her reading, Rei had to stop reading for now and concentrate on cutting herself.

    Making sure to properly read to the end of a paragraph and also to note where on the page it was, so she would be able to return to it quickly afterwards, Rei has finally averted her gaze from the book and focused on the knife in her hands. She took her time, making sure she made the cut just right. The knife didn't have too much to cut through, given her small, lithe build. She clearly felt the lack of resistance one she had pierced through the muscle, stopping herself from applying more pressure almost instantly. Good, now that she has found the appropriate depth, she just needed to keep it steady as she pulls the knife towards her right hip, and Rei was sure this much she could handle alongside the reading.

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    Hello hello gurochan! New author with some short stories to share, most of which were inspired by the legendary Poguemahone and JestInPieces. I'll just be collecting whatever I put together in here, which will loosely follow the various gorey adventures of a young trans woman named Pris. Things to expect from me include: cons, non-fatal, regeneration, vivisection, blood, wild animals, cannibalism, and the majestic wild girlpeen.



    This first story was thanks to a request from Poguemahone to start posting my things more widely, so you may thank him for this :D



    Spin the Bottle
    =Consensual, Non-Fatal, Skinning, F/F=




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    Interring scene, not much of the plot.

    Maybe they can swaps their skins or internal if it involves regeneration ;)
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    Are you the same Pris who did a penectomy RP with someone else on skype awhile back?
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    <33333

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    I'm glad you enjoyed it qwq! Your stories have been an inspiration for years, so I'm glad to finally be able to give back a little. <3 More will typically be in the format of one off stories but I'm not adverse to the idea of sequels if you have suggestions :3


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    I'm so glad!! Please do, we can always use more content :D I was planning on doing these like a bunch of flash fiction scenes involving Pris in various scenes but… I may do a follow up of this since you asked so nicely!
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    Amazing start. Was a little short for my taste but what is there is amazing. I agree with JIP that a sequel would be great. The only advice I can give to you on that front is to take things slowly and gradually; don't go all in and ruin any chances at a continuation because you exhausted all your ideas on one chapter. JIP and Poguemahone do this really well by slowly building up to the extremes instead of just starting out there.

    Definitely hoping to see more from you.
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    Is there a full description of Pris's state of trans somewhere?

    From this story I can see she has Small tits, and has a penis… but when removing the skin you don't mention anything about testicles. So I'm not sure if I should be imagining no testicles or if the ball sack is also removed (its also skin, presumably) leaving free hanging testicles.

    I suppose they would just be hanging by the vas deferens.

    I love the non-fatal genre, so this was a good read. Thanks for posting.
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    The Challenge



    m/f, snuff, drowning, necrophilia



    As a gentle ocean breeze blew past him, Jad paused to inhale deeply. The air was warm, salty and slightly fragrant with the spice of some plant that grew on the island. It was a good day to be alive.



    Of course, brushes with death always made you appreciate life more, he reflected. Only a few hours ago he and his fellow crew members had been locked in deadly combat with a Rolan merchant vessel. For merchants, they had been surprisingly ferocious once boarded and a good number of his comrades had died at their hands. He was lucky to have made it out with only a light slash across his upper arm. He rolled his shoulder, flexing the muscle beneath the bandage. Already healing up nicely, thanks to the poultice their ship’s doctor had applied.

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    Drowning and Necro 2 of my favorite fetishes combined



    THANK YOU
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    are you still writing stuff like this? I hope so
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    cool
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    Are you still writing here or anywhere else?
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    God I looked for this for so long
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    Anyone have any stories involving pussy trauma of some kind? Preferably consensual but non-con is ok too!
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    Fountains
    (Cons, snuff, ff)

    “I can't believe you let me talk you into this! This is going to be so much fun!”

    Mia glanced nervously at Trish as her friend and roommate bubbled away energetically behind her in line. She was the classic blond stereotype: leggy, body toned from constant work, and huge tits that apparently used the blood supply that would otherwise be meant for her head. Far too popular with the boys for Mia's taste (envy) and needing constant help to pass her classes in underwater basket-weaving, or some such, the two had nevertheless struck up an unlikely friendship. Mia claimed that doing otherwise would take far more energy than just submitting to the inevitable, but secretly she enjoyed the hijinks Trish got them into, things Mia could never have thought up herself.

    Mia was a stereotype too, she knew it, and she hated it. The bookish asian girl, pursuing a degree in applied mathematics. Small in size and height as well. Shy. Glasses. Overlooked. If she hadn't lucked out with her roommate, Mia knew her life would consist of haunting the library and computer labs between classes, and very little else. For some reason however Trish was always going on about how cute Mia was, which was what had led them into this mess. Mia was tired of cute. Puppies were cute. She wanted something else.

    After one cute too many, Mia finally cornered her roommate and demanded something else, something not-cute. Trish, of course, went berserk. Both their closets were inspected and rejected, prompting a impromptu shopping trip that left Mia dazed. A passing comment that black fit her personality had resulted in a pair of sore nipples as Trish pinched till Mia took it back, but it did seem to set the theme. Things were applied to her hair that she didn't know existed. Previously unmolested hair follicles lost their innocence, to the sound of much cussing. Makeup was committed. Looking into a mirror afterwards though, Mia saw hot.

    The end result had been sexy goth. Laced knee boots that added 4 inches to her previously short stature before trailing off into dark stockings that ended exactly at the level her skirt started, ensuring that a ring of pale flesh would be flashed with every movement she made. A black corset put on over a matching dress somehow managed to support and reveal her chest in a way that made her breasts seem bigger than they ever had before. Possibly by squeezing her lungs into them. Trish claimed the dress could easily be worn by itself at more formal parties, but Mia knew she could never reproduce the steps solo to do so. Her long hair now had a very dark purple tinge and had been braided and rebraided until it sat entirely on her head and left the slender column of her neck entirely exposed.


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    That's a blast from the past. Never thought I'd see it again, thanks for sharing!
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    This has always been one of my favorite stories. Glad to see you're still putting out new work.
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    Loved this story. Keep writing.
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    not to sound rude or anything but can you share with us how your writing has been going? I really want to read something new from you.
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    >>19141
    I've been busy reaching real life goals at college and work, not much time for writing. Graduating this semester though, expect something sooner than later. Thanks for the interest.
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    "…and as you fine young boys and girls graduate and go forth into the wide world, we hope you'll keep the spirit and moral certitude of this academy alive."

    The Head peered down at the rows of highschool students dressed in their uniforms, and looked to the side.

    "And now, we come to the final part of this last assembly."

    A schoolgirl walked out onto the stage behind him, blindfolded and with her arms tied behind her back. "This young woman has graciously offered up her life to be used in today's ceremony, as has been done since the founding of our colony 250 years ago." The schoolgirl turned towards the audience of her classmates. Her tanned skin shone with perspiration under the spotlights, despite the coolness of the air conditioned auditorium.

    "Mr. Aikawa, if you would please come up and do the honors?".

    The PE teacher stood up from his seat near the back and bowed, then made his way up to the stage. The samurai sword sheathed in a slim black scabbard at his side did not escape attention. The students watched with renewed interest as Mr. Aikawa knelt beside the girl and firmly took hold of her shoulders, pressing down and forcing her to kneel.

    "Can I have a hand of applause for our very own Sakura Suzuki!"

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    outline of a story I'm too lazy to finish..

    island hq of perverted villain Rapelord
    constant rape of young victims flown in from all over the world
    everyone on the island is required to be nude in dungeon area
    slaves must be on their knees ready to serve
    men are given ample viagra and any drugs they want
    most slaves are broken in, others are being broken with drugs, still others are in pens
    security is super tight, usually they're also raping
    women are also dommes, also abusing boys/girls
    wonder woman is chasing a suspect, comes to the island
    she's disgusted by the place
    decides priority is to save the slaves, esp ones being snuffed

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    She began to internalize that she was less than a human being after her arms and feet were amputated, after her tongue-tip piercing was welded to a plate screwed into her palate behind her teeth, after her mouth was sewn and glued permanently shut, after the hinge of her jaw was fused, after her vocal cords were removed. The young girl could not communicate. She was a thing. Over time she began to feel like a thing. She stopped making eye contact with people, because their eyes passed over hers.

    Most of the time her fragile neck was chained and padlocked to a steel bar in a room at the back of the warehouse. People came and went, visiting the boss, hardly glancing at the bald little teenager curled up naked in the corner with a lifeless expression on her cute, childlike face. She was old news now. The daughter of his dead enemy. She was slumped against the wall with her cheek smooshed into the wallpaper and her legs folded to her chest so her thighs and butt looked like a peach. Bored and shivering in the cold.

    Sometimes the boss stayed behind at night when everyone else left. He went to her, cupped her little chin, squished her cheeks, watched the dull eyes rise to meet his with only a faint spark of defiance left in them. He would unchain her slender, bruised neck from the wall, help her stand on her stumps, lead the shivering girl down the dark hallway to a different room.

    He would hold her steady in front of a full-length mirror, run his huge, rough hands along her naked body and whisper "Look at yourself." The little girl would gasp and sigh and moisten despite herself, which was always very humiliating for her. She'd been raped many times as a child and now responded to threatening sexual touches with unwilling, traumatic arousal. (Raped by teachers and relatives, but never her father)

    Her little face flushed hot. She swayed. She breathed hard and gulped as he touched her soft, vulnerable young body. She'd have moaned if her vocal cords still worked. In the mirror before her, an emaciated husk of a girl. Protruding ribs and hips. Hopeless eyes, someone no longer alive but merely waiting for death. Not a hair or eyelash growing anywhere on her.

    His hand slid down her taught belly to her vagina. She leaned into his hand, pushed her genitals against him, closed her eyes and began to grind her pussy into his palm. The folds of her little flower dripping wet and slipping along the ridges of his fingers. The experienced older man curled two of his thick fingers into her, up against her g-spot. His other hand on her belly.

    He fucked her. She lolled her pretty head back and let him fuck her, the man's aggressive strength lifting her little body sometimes, his stubbled cheek pressed into the soft curve of her neck more for grip than intimacy. Her fragile body was enveloped by his.

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    Short, sweet, and perfect!
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    A lovely story, thank you so very much!
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    Ok… i have a thing for hoodies


    Of a certain shape and design and form


    Of many kinds too

    Like
    Alot….i want to contain em all in a thing so they look and feel all the great… how do i write?

    Not just guro but slimes too…
    Cuz… multiple use?
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    Help i have like 10 mil stories i wanna do hahahaha help help
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    How do i manage and arrange and stuff on it hahahaha
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    i mean…
    long story short… you fall for a popular star and…your entire life becomes involved with their life…

    while trying to get close,
    you realize they were never honest and that those precious time of weakness you are waiting for guiltily to become closer is nothing but your own weakness and intent to be connected…you have no love orwhatsoever but really just your own self pity that have so far motivates you

    and the end as you parted, you realize you are grown but also ever distant with yourself…

    and you repeat meeting them again
    and becomes involved again
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    so, i guess since your crowd is smol you dont need to give your bestest first but rather start from your first worst content and build your audience from there???

    Hm??
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    >>19146
    /lit/ isn't the board for schizophrenic rambling.
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    I’m going to start an archive of all my stories. I have several and I will try to keep this updated.


    Kate and her sister Carmen were both in their early twenties. They were on a mission trip to Guatemala with their local church. Both were very religious and virgins. Kate was 24 and of obvious Irish descent. She was 5’4 with wide hips and a small curve to her belly. She had pale white skin and huge bright blue eyes. Her natural hair color was a light brown but died her stomach length hair a dark black. She had nice bangs that came across her forehead like a curtain. Carmen was 22 and of sportier build. She was 5’6 with narrow hips and dirty blonde hair. She shared the blue eyes. Her breasts were large D’s and had caused her back problems even at her young age. Both of the belly buttons were low on their bellies.

    They were riding in a ratty old Toyota pickup from the church area to a small village nearby to deliver food. They were with two Guatemalan guides and a youth pastor. The rest of the group was already at the village. They were straggling behind.

    The truck slowed as a cow blocked the narrow jungle road. Suddenly there was a commotion and several armed cartel members swarmed the truck. Only one of them spoke English.

    “Get your hands up and look down!” He yelled at the girls.

    The men snatched the youth pastor and drivers. They told the drivers to leave. They quickly scampered into the woods. The English speaking one went up to the youth pastor with a 1911 in his hand and asked him if he had any money or if he could get a ransom for the girls.


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    I dated Kate all throughout high school and for about a year afterward. She was a beautiful Irish blooded brunette with thick thighs and creamy pale white skin. We had lost our virginity together in 10th grade. We were very close. We told each other everything. I’m not sure if it was or youth that made us so open or if it was our compatibility of personality. Rumors had circulated around the school about me. A friend who was in band with me had discovered some of my snuff film collection. Some girls on color-guard were aware of my belly stabbing fetish as she joined the color guard the next year. Kate and I had started dating well after this and she was friends with the other girl who had discovered my “interests.” I always assumed she was okay with it. Once she pretended to be stabbed in the belly in front of me and it drove me wild. For some reason I could never admit it to her.

    Two years out of high school I finally got the courage to tell her my interests. Our sex life was getting dull and I really wanted to be truly open about my desires. We talked over dinner at her rented home in our small town. I told her about my desires openly and she absorbed all of it without judging me or being afraid. I showed her a video of my desires. It was a simulated snuff film of a girl stabbing her self in the belly button and masturbating. That night she told me she would let me know what she thinks about all of it and we would talk the next day.

    The next day when we talked she broke up with me. She said she was afraid, but not of me. I doubted her and felt terrible. I really thought she would understand. She was my true love with whom I wanted to grow old. Her beautiful blue eyes welled with tears as I said goodbye. That night she blocked me from all of her social media. I was devastated. I realized I could never share these desires with my future partners.

    I was turning 30 in a few months. After a few failed relationships I found myself on a dating website. I was looking for something more than the girls I found in bars around the city in which I had moved. One day as I scrolled through I found Kate. I figured “what the hell” and sent her a match. To my surprise she matched me back. I couldn’t bring myself to message her. I figured she would think I was some kind of crazy killer man. I put my phone down and went to bed without putting too much thought into the situation. The next morning I was greeted with a message.

    “Hey, how have you been? All these years and we’re both still single. I always thought I’d be married by thirty. I’m sorry for how things went down all those years ago. We were both young and I was closed minded. I really wouldn’t mind talking to you sometime about things.

    With love,
    Kate”


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    Definitely your best story so far! Love the attention given to her bellybutton, hope we will get more of this in future
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    Really good story, I'm not fond of consensuals stab but this is really strong
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    truly fantastic and exceptional your stories, I am also a writer but not as good as you, I love your attention and perfection in describing the pleasant pain, I love what you write because the victim is always consenting and eager to try that extreme torture . I wanted to know if you had stories where the victim was stabbed while wearing a skirt.
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    I want someone to have sex with me with no condom or pill then I want them to stab me in my belly button and cannibalize me in my belly button while I'm wearing a white t shirt only
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    any zine to latch on?
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    So, I will be writing this off and on.

    Once one girl is dead, another girl will be brought in for the slaughter. There is always extra ways to get into the story (such as google pics of the girls themselves, I can't post them on here, but you can email if you're curious to see the pics I use to base these girls on at [email protected])

    and here... we... go...


    Stephanie and her minion waited patiently in the dungeon for their first victim to enter. Stephanie was in her mid to late 20's. She was short and petite, with short black hair and deep brown eyes. She was in a leather corset, fishnet stalkings and black thigh high boots.

    Her minion was the complete visual opposite of her, which was only to be expected considering he was a demon. He was easily over 8 feet tall and weighed at least 500 pounds of solid muscle. He grinned at Stephanie, showing his long white fang like teeth, as a glitter in his black void eyes seemed to shine. His body was sleek yet greasy body, except for the sharp, dark, bristly hair that covered his naked nether region which boasted an impressive 9 inch unhardened cock.

    "Patience minion... Patience... Our first girl will be coming soon" Stephanie said stroking her minions arm while awaiting their first victim. It wasn't more than a minute when the door opened and 19 yearold Lacy was pushed in with her hands handcuffed behind her back.


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    I know, I never write as often as I use to.

    But, I'll hopefully have updates once a week. I'll try at least.
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    (slow, but steady)

    Minion finished chaining Lacy to the wall, placed one of his massive fingers on her chin and lifted her head. The lower half of her face was completely unrecognizable and covered in bubbling blood. Her tongue wagged up and down like a dog in the summer heat, with no more oral restraints, it was open to flopping violently.

    Her eyes were dazed, but had the hint of someone "coming to". Minion smiled at her half empty eyes and let her head drop down to close to her chest.

    A door opened in the dungeon and in walked a masked man dragging a body by the arms. Stephanie smiled as he brought her next victim in, Samm. 18 yearold Samm had long brown hair and dark brown eyes.

    Samm's arms and legs were bound and a white cloth was placed in her mouth as a gag as she sqirmed and screamed while being brought into the dungeon room.

    "Hello Samm! How are you sweetheart?" Stephanie said as the man dropped Samm to the ground and made his way to the door. "Oh, sir!" Stephanie said in a sweet voice. The masked man turned to face her. "Did you bring in my tools?"

    The masked man turned toward the door, walked halfway out and grabbed a gigantic box which he brought into the room and placed next to Samm, who was still kicking and screaming through her gag.

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    Good stuff, man. I always like finding stuff you write. Hope you continue this one.

    Is there anywhere I can see all your stories in one place?
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    Long time since this story has been updated. An update is coming soon.
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