Well, now that I choose a name(a very creative name^^) and finished one whole chapter… I think it time to start a real thread for it^^



Lucky meals

Intro: foreplay

It is a warm day. Most girls are outside and spend their time on the beach. But Konata’s friends are sitting in her house.
Kagami has managed to persuade the others to study for the next exam. Even Konata had agreed. At first, it looked like it could be a productive afternoon. But now the girls' morality is already broken.
"It is not solvable!" Tsukasa sighs discouraged. She uses a fan to endure the heat. “I never will pass the next math exam!”
“This is boring! Can’t we do something more exciting? It is too hot!” Konata complains. She has already taken off half of her uniform. Since she does not really have anything to hide, it does not look very sexy.
“We just started 10 minutes ago!” Kagami insist. She does not want to admit that the heat annoys her as well. “This exam is important!”

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Little girl eating and living alive inside the worm stomach

On a warm beautiful day on Saturday, October 14 around 1 pm, a beautiful loli girl was played on the meadow. It was a little girl. Biological was born as a baby boy. She had a girl's body at birth. She was 7 years old, but looks and looks like 4 years old. She had a slim girl's body, a very girlish look, and a very thin girl's voice. It was 105cm high and weighed 15kg. She was dressed in pale red gym pants with two white bands on her hips and a white gym girl's shirt. She was wearing a genius of pink girl gym sneakers and pink socks.

The little girl was called Keiko, she had beautiful pink eyes and beautiful long pale red hair tied into twintails.


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The herbalist, Tamira, had much going for her. Huge rack? Check. Extensive supply of potions and tonics? Check. A quest for an adventurer in need of some quick silver? Check.

"Twenty feral neko tails," she said, ferrying a dozen different concoctions back and forth across her hut. "That's how much I need."

Soren watched her as she worked. Though he stared intently at her jiggling breasts, he heard her request loud and clear. "Twenty feral neko tails. Got it. The notice said ten silver for each tail. That still good?"

Tamira hummed an affirmative, transferring a vial of liquid into an empty vessel. "Try to keep them intact. It won't work if they're excessively damaged."

He was glad for simple work. After a string of failed dungeon dives, he needed an easy quest to get him back on his feet.

"Don't worry. I'll get it done. Be back in a couple of hours."

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So I decided to delete that story about the girl drinking acid. She's a real person, and my conscience was bothering me a bit about posting it so publicly on such a dodgy site as this, so that's that.

It's still posted over on FetNoir, in the "New member welcome" section, and I'll probably polish it up and re-post it elsewhere on that site too, no doubt with some other juicy little stories about the users there in due course.

Sorry if that's annoyed anyone here, but on reflection I thought it was the right thing to do.

This is a story I’ve been working on from some time. English is not my native language so don’t mind some wording error.
I would really appreciate suggestions on how to go on with the story each time.

CHAPTER 1: THE WAKE UP
Maria woke up feeling dizzy and confused, it was dark around her and she couldn’t recognize the place. Last thing she could remember was her going bed at night, then nothing else.

A strong sensation of fear started to grow in her chest as she realized that her wrists and ankles were holded down by something. Fear that became panic as soon as she realized that she was naked, and that she couldn’t scream due to a piece of tape placed over her mouth.

Suddenly the lights went on, Maria looked around her to see that she was lying on a steel table, wrist and ankles secured to it by chains. The room was empty aside from a small table near her, covered with a blanket. As she suspected, Maria was lying there completely naked and helpless. Tears started to run down her cheeks.

Suddenly the door opens and a man walked in. He was dressed completely in black with his face covered by a mask.
The man reached the table where Maria was trashing trying to free herself.
“Well well… look how pretty she is this time… we are going to have a very good time together” he said while gently stroking Maria’s belly.

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I was told that it would be fun to have a series of stories with these two sisters dying in different ways. I'll think I'll try that.
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Lilly and Billy were Twin Sisters. They did everything together: They were born together, went to the same classes together, dated at the same time, and they both lost their virginity at the same time. They always knew that they would live together, but their ultimate goal was to die together. because, only good sisters get to die together.

When Lilly was into Snuff, Billy wanted to make it so much fun for her!

Billy looked up many fun ways for them to die, and figured out that Drowning would be a good one! They had a trip coming up that would take them to the Atlantic Coast, and that would be a great place to drown!

When Billy told Lilly her idea, she was almost crushed to death by Lilly's bear hug! Lilly was so happy and so lucky to have such a loving sister like Billy!

So, the two women got ready to go. They rented a boat, and got whatever they needed for their death! They drove into the ocean for miles, and miles, until their engine ran out of gas. they were so far from shore, they couldn't see the land. No help would come to them.


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hello please someone can do a toph's foot eating story? someone can know about avatar the last airbender? someone that know how each character act? ^^ thank you verymuch since now >u< i love a lot foot eating stories, sadly they are so rare ahaha, i did a sketch story and 2 pictures. Sorry my bad english.

the story begin with our adeventures in a place full of rocks, toph training aang how bender the earth, saying

"comon twinkle toe, you need learn today stop being weak hehehe, with katara saying shen need be more gently with aang, and sokka saying goof things hahaa"

other day while they walk in the village, the group see people watching for them weird, and those people hiding in the house, toph suspect…
and say "watch out!!!" toph soles can feel everything in the earth, she feels have many fire soldiers nation around them hiding, and she use her eathbender for throw away many of them, while aang and katara and sokka tried help her with air, water and boomerang hehe,

but the defeat was inevitable, the team avatar was defeated they used a diferent tecnology a gun with sleep effect, look like the general of them is a expert, and he look to sleepy toph licking lips, toph angry watching for him almost sleeping and suddenly fall in ground,

toph awaken with a strong wood cuffs in ankle and arms and body, she cant do earthbender, she cant move, she scream angry "where are you!! where are my friends?! if you hurted them i will kick the butt of each one!!"


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Short story

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Amy squirmed on the floor like a caterpillar. She had no limbs, and she could only say "Hwwph" around the ball gag in her mouth. She was saying "Hwwph" with fear in her voice as she wriggled her way toward a small box with a button on it, which was plugged into the wall at the far end of the locked, windowless room.

The button would activate a homing decide so she'd be rescued from her underground prison. There was a complication, though: the button would lose power soon. There was a circuit-breaker switch halfway up the wall, and a hanging dumbbell tethered to it with slack rope. The dumbbell hung from the ceiling so it would not fall and pull the switch, but the ceiling rope was coiled up in a block of ice which was slowly melting, and when the ice melted enough the coils would be freed. The ceiling rope would get longer, lowering the weight enough to pull the circuit-breaker, cutting off power to the homing device so Amy would die a very thirsty caterpillar.

The hardwood floor was strewn with thumbtacks, sitting points-up like caltrops. Some had stuck in Amy's belly, breasts and vagina as she'd made her way across the room, squirming on her belly and saying "Hwwph" each time she lurched forward. Her voice was very cute. She was not trying to be cute though.

She hit another tack and squeaked. Her embedded thumbtacks scraped on the wood floor as she moved. With more time, she could nudge the tacks out of her way using her chin as she went, but the ice looked thin around the rope now and it could fail at any moment. The little caterpillar grunted and began to wriggle faster, leaving small smears of blood and drool behind her.

There was a crack. Some ice fell, and the dumbbell jerked lower. Amy began to cry. She had ten feet to go, and at this pace it would take 30 seconds. To see the blue sky, strewn across with summer clouds! To hear the cicadas! To hear another human being, any voice but her own after two years in isolation. This cute little caterpillar would never complain, god to feel the sun again, to taste food, to feel a human being's arms around her.

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OK, first story on here, wish me luck.
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Lilly and Billy were twin sisters. All of their lives they had done everything together.

They were born together.

They went to the same classes together.

they even double dated and fucked their boyfriends with each other in the room at the same time.

They even went to the same college.


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A Soul Calibur commission this time! If you want one, let me know on the email attached to this post
This story was posted a week earlier to my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

Taki's Final Submission
tags: M/F, cons, beating, masochism, beheading, cunt removal

Taki walked along a road through a dense, dark forest. The woman was wearing a red bodysuit that showed off her curves well - the shape of her huge breasts, as well as muscular belly, and also her strong thighs all clearly visible through it. However, she didn’t mind showing her body off like that at all - in fact, she enjoyed the leery gazes of the men - and some of the women - she passed. Some of them did try to warn her about going this way - suggesting she’d stay the night in the village, and most likely hoping to get to know her better. However, all they warned her about were some random bandits. With full confidence in her ninja skills and her superior fighting prowess, the big-breasted ninja was certain they would never be able to pose a threat to her. In fact, she was even looking forward to it. A part of it was her just wanting to help the villagers out… But another part of her was also looking forward to defeating those who would try to stop her.

Walking on the road, it didn’t take her that long to sense that someone was watching her. She looked directly in the direction of the presence she had sensed, some amusement showing on her lips for just a moment. “Is that supposed to be a trap? I doubt you could ambush even a child!” She called out towards whoever it was - making it clear to the person trying to sneak up on her that the jig was up. Seeing as there was no point in hiding anymore, the person came out from behind the tree that they used as cover - and Taki saw that it was just some brigand. The ninja could see that the man wielded a flail in one of his hands: Just a pole with a chain attached to the end, and a metal ball with spikes at the other end of the chain. However, he didn’t seem dangerous at all. She had dealt with far more dangerous opponents before. Seeing him approach, Taki drew her short sword - the Rekki-Maru gleaming with some sunlight that passed through the leaves above them. Then, she moved into a battle stance - her huge breasts bouncing a little as she shifted her chest.

“Good eye, lass - but that’s not gonna help you! Now, put that toy down - lest you hurt your lovely tits that you’re so eager to show off.” The man chuckled as he said that. “If you hand over all your valuables, I’ll let you pass…” He told her while starting to walk towards the black-haired woman, but his smile was showing that he intended to do more than just that. Taki only grasped her sword tighter - preparing to dash at the man. “Bad move, girl.” The bandit commented as he saw she had no intention of giving up - and as he spoke, the ninja ran at him. She was fast - faster than the average travelers who tried to fight back against him. He only barely managed to jump back in time, dodging her attack by a hair - her sword still reaching him and cutting through his tunic at the side of his chest. However, his clothing was all she she cut through - and the man was free to retaliate with his own weapon. The chain allowed him to reach her from a distance - the orb at the end of his flail smashing into her body. Specifically, into her tits - which he warned her would get hurt not so long ago. The spikes punched a few holes in her bodysuit, giving the man a few glimpses of the ample flesh of her tits - all while they jiggled heavily. Pulling the flail back, the man threw himself back again - just in time to avoid another angry swing that the ninja threw at him.

Taki was annoyed. How did the man manage to hit her, and so easily, too? She could feel some pain resonating in her boobs still, and the sensation of having them move around so much as the man hit them wasn’t that fun either. She did realize she should be thankful though - the spikes on the man’s weapon were blunt, so all she got was some small bruises on her boobs instead of them ending up skewered. That wasn’t a very comforting thought, but it was better than nothing. Pulling herself together, Taki resumed her assault - now also eager to repay the man for the pain she had caused her. However, the man’s fighting technique was something she had not seen before. If it was one of the many styles she had trained for, she’d have no troubles handling him. This man, however… He just kept dodging - taking advantage of his speed and superior range to whack her tits with his weapon again and again. With surprise, Taki found out that the continuous spikes of pain didn’t feel that bad… Her nipples began to grow hard at the constant stimulation to her titties, titties that were now pretty much exposed - the parts of her bodysuit covering them reduced to shreds with the man’s repeated attacks. It was humiliating to be hit by his attacks all the time without getting a hit in return! And yet… She wasn’t expecting it at all, but this sensation was pretty exciting… With surprise, she could feel her vagina getting just a little more wet with each blow. Why was this happening… This was so distracting! The arousal building up within her caused her attacks to get slower. Each of her slashes was less accurate than the one before… Not that any of them were going to connect even if she was still fighting at her best. Still, the sloppiness in her fighting was directly connected to her arousal - Taki feeling frustrated that her body was doing it to her. It felt so tempting to just give in to this sensation now…

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Extreme, f, M, Bestiality, Bondage, Domination, Humiliation, Pain, Rape, Sadism, Submission, Water Sports, Non-Consensual

Before

“Do you know why you're here, Mrs. Miller?”

Robin shifted impatiently in her chair. “Yes,” she said sourly. “Do you not?”

If her tone offended Dr. Taylor, he gave no sign. He continued to calmly write notes at his desk, not looking up as he spoke. “I have already had a discussion with Mr. Miller, but I feel it is always best to hear a situation from all sides.”

Robin sighed loudly, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. Even when angry, she was a stunning woman. Her natural beauty alone was impressive; she possessed a sleek, graceful figure, silky dark hair that fell about her shoulders in waves, and gray eyes that smoldered above pale, delicate features. But all that was further refined and enhanced by high-end cosmetics, tasteful jewelry, and a tight blue dress from Paris that had cost five figures. All together, she looked as lovely and perfect as a porcelain doll, albeit one that would like to be anywhere but there. “The situation is that my husband is a lying, cheating sack of shit that I'm about to kick to the curb. But first I'm humoring him with this marriage counseling nonsense. A counseling session that apparently he can't even bother to show up to!”

“If you already have set your heart on a divorce,” Dr. Taylor asked, head still down, “then why did you agree to come here for counseling?”

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(cons, free use, casual, cuckquean, choking, deepthroat, gutting)

Women's home bathrooms each have their own unique feel to them. A personality of sorts, not always entirely matching that of the woman that cultivated them.

Kim's was a careful mess. Chaos crammed away into drawers and cabinets, kept out of sight so as not to mar the respectable outward appearance. At first glance, it was clean, orderly. Once you looked behind or within you found everything was dirty, half the products used up or dried up, but all in its own special place, following her own internal logic of order. Guy wasn't sure what that meant about her, really. All he was concerned with was where she kept the fresh razors.

Pulling open and rifling through yet another drawer, he passed over a box tampons, tarnished trimming scissors, the third makeup bag he'd found, and a bottle of dried out pink nail polish. Nowhere was a clean razor to be found.

Straightening with a grunt, he took a moment to think, rubbing slowly at his unshaven face. This was hardly the first woman's bathroom he'd visited, or the hundredth for that matter. If anyone was qualified to solve this puzzle, he was. A thousand one-night stands, some smaller number of short term relationships, and a few sharing circles meant he'd gone through some version of this predicament more times than he could really count.

He'd checked beneath the sink first, of course. That was where bulk items usually could be found, and razors were often sold so. Yet oddly, there was nothing at all there save for a single roll of toilet paper. All secondary locations were fruitless as well, every drawer, cabinet, and even the linen closet thoroughly explored. Taken together, they contained every toiletry one could wish for. Except razors.

Maybe she was just out.

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“How’s my little band geek?” Danny asked as I walked out of the music room. He leaned casually against the wall holding his backpack in his hand.

“I’m fine, asshole.” I said and gave him a playful shove.

He made an over exaggerated act of losing his balance and almost falling over. I could not help but smile and laugh even though he called me names. He was pretty obviously flirting with me, and it always surprised me even though he had been meeting me after school every day for the past two weeks.

It surprised me because he was a senior and a starter on the football team, while I was a sophomore and basically an unknown in the social scene of Branson Woods High.

We walked to his car as he asked me about how my classes were going. I gave him a rundown of my day as usual.

My cynical side told me he was just hoping to be the one to take my virginity. Every other part of me was ready to give him whatever he wanted.

He drove me home in his car—an old muscle car that he was super proud of. As we came around the turn to my house, a jolt of terror hit me. In the driveway of my house was my dad’s work van. He was never home at this time. I ducked low.

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Part One

The five girls sat on the couch in the waiting room, waiting to die. Five futa girls, to be exact, all of them taken that morning without warning from an illicit brothel called "The Pink Pecker", which specialized in selling services from chicks with dicks.

Anne was the eldest at 23, and thus the leader of the group. Raven haired, tall, curvacious, busty and pale skinned, she was the picture of a cool beauty. Her cock was an impressive 10" long at rest, which had made her the envy of the girls and had also made her a star amongst the clientele. On the opposite side of the age scale was young Tina, who had just turned 16 a month ago. Blonde haired, blue eyed, a light scattering of freckles, flat chested slender, and with a cute little cock that barely reached 4" during an erection, she was in every way the polar opposite of Anne. Despite that, the two had a very close sisterly relationship.

Sitting beside them was Sara (age 17), who was the tomboy of the group. Her Hispanic heritage showed in her short stature and chocolatey brown skin, along with her fiery temperament. She was toned, her arms and legs thick and muscular, and she packed a chiseled 6 pack abdomen that had some of the girls wonder if she didn't slip a few 'roids into her protein shakes. Sara's piece was a respectable 5".

Marybelle (age 20) was Sara's best friend, despite being a tad bit overweight. Not that it mattered, since most of Marybelle's fat went into all the right places, which resulted in a body that most agreed had a satisfying plumpness to it, along with a soft stomach and milky white tits that the men who frequented the "Pink Pecker" were especially fond of snuggling into. She also had by far the largest cock, both in length (17") and girth (3" at the thickest). Her motherly tendencies had made her extremely popular among the more lonely clients.

The final girl sitting at the couch was a new hire. Quiet, bookish Samantha (age 18) had been living on the streets for a few months before being picked up by the owners of the Pink Pecker. Her skinny limbs, slender waist, flat chest and short, curly brunette hair, along with her large, thick glasses had often meant she was mistaken as a boy. The penis (3.5" long) probably didn't help matters much. However, what she lacked in physical traits, she more than made up for in a complete willingness to do whatever a John required of her. This meant she was the designated "ryona" girl, sent to please the customers with a penchant for hurting the girls.

They had been stripped naked, their hands tied behind their backs, their hair cut short, before being shoved into the room exactly one hour ago with another group of 5 futa girls. The two groups didn't say much to each other before the other girls were taken away by a pair of guards. That had been 20 minutes ago.

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"Don't be afraid," the hulking man standing over me says. His voice is gruff and menacingly contradictory to his words.

A single incandescent dangling from a wire lights the room. I allow my eyes to flick upward though the fringe of my bangs toward the man's shadowed face. I'm not sure how long I've been here, and the details of how I got here are still fuzzy in my mind. I do know, however, that this is his third visit to the room in which he is keeping me.

All I know is that my name is Kaylin, I'm fifteen, and I live in Harrisburg, VA. I have a pet dog named Rosie, my mom told me she loved me last time we spoke; and I'm really cold.

There's a rough woolen blanket on which I am sitting, naked, with my wrists bound behind my back. The tightly tied rope feels like it has rubbed my skin raw.

"Miss." He says again. "Please don't be afraid." He takes a step forward, his heavy boot lands only a few inches from my leg and I instinctively recoil, pressing my back up against the wall.

It's the cool damp wall of an unfinished basement. I can't contain the tremors that run the whole length of my body from a combination of terror and cold. I shut my eyes, trying to shut off my brain.

It never works.

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