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    No.17662 [Report] AS
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    I feel like I’ve been spamming a bit, but I kinda just got a flood of inspiration and I’m trying some things out with my writing. If there’s any suggestions you have or concepts you are interested in let me know. I only really write stuff that turns me on so I hope you understand. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one:

    Mrs. McGuire opened convocation with a prayer and then moved on to discussing the issues with the fights in the lunchroom.

    West Brownsville Girl’s School was basically a prison for girls who had issues at their past school. My issue had been with Mr. Jenkins who had sexually harassed me. I was 15 at the time and he called me sugartits. When I reported it to the principal, I found out he had already reported me for trying to suck him off in the teacher lounge. Of course neither of us had witnesses and his being a teacher meant he was taken at his word.

    I was not expelled per se. They called it being relocated. Either way Mr. Jenkins won that round.

    Now at 16 I found myself at an all girls school that was vaguely religious as required us to wear uniforms that made us all look like English school girls.

    I was currently sitting next to Meg Miles who, over the past week, had been obsessed with running her hand discreetly along my leg and up under my skirt. We all wore white leggings, so I do not know what she was hoping to find, but I had to keep firmly pushing her hand away from my crotch. She said she was just teasing me, but I think she was hoping I would reciprocate.

    Back at my last school, I was seen as the easy girl. Not because I had ever even done anything sexual—the most I had done was let myself be felt up by Ryan Gandy as we made out—but because, as Ms. Heideker the school counselor put it, I dressed “like a slut.”

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    Don't worry about spamming one second, the more stories there are on here the better.

    Your story is very original, and surprised me a lot. I thought it was going to be some sort of school drama, only for the roof to just suddenly crush everyone - brilliant! The plot with Meg is a very well executed detail, as is the twist with the main character sucking off the rescue worker.

    The story is well written, though there are some typos scattered throughout. Proofreading is boring I know, but worth it. There are no huge mistakes here but typos and spelling errors can be distracting, so an easy way to improve your writing instantly is to proofread more thoroughly.

    I enjoyed the story very much, and I hope there's more to come!
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    Not exactly a very erotic story for my tastes, but a pretty interesting unusual idea.
    It is pretty good just as a plain story not only as porn.
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    Wow, I probably don't even need to tell you that I loved that. Are you trying to move in on my territory or just flirting with me? ;)
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    I wanted to write a story that Jimsugomi likes. That's why I tried myself at a not fatal debreasting story.

    Kairi, Namine and Xion are cute girls. And at least Kairi has a proper breast size. (I tried to make them a bit bigger)

    Did you find all nicknames for breast i tried to use?



    Three Kairi’s burger special.

    Kairi and Xion look at the special grills in disbelief. Namine actually was seriously planning to do it. Namine placed three of the newest Scrooge McDuck breast roasting prototypes on the table of her kitchen. The grills have been specially adapted for a girl to prepare her breasts without any help.
    They had joked around: that they wanted to roast tit burgers for their boyfriends. It was just a joke that they wanted to use their own tits. Namine apparently really wants to roast her own tits for Roxas.
    "Scrooge McDuck lets us use it for free as long as we record everything so he can use it as an advertisement.” Explains Namine excited. "Isn’t that exciting?"

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    Another day in the kitchen of horrors for a certain eldritch monster, but today was special in that she had been summoned, through a ritual not the standard method of mail, call, or reference, to prepare a special dish for a select group of the higher class. Also known as the rich, renowned, well-known, and wealthy in monetary values.

    In other words, Ebony had been asked to prepare a banquet for the 1% of high class billionaires… or something like that. She hadn’t been paying attention.

    Odd that they knew how to summon her, but she shrugged it off and guessed it was another follower of the Hungerer that knew about her and had told them. Otherwise, she would have never agreed to this reservation. A full-course banquet for six to eight people using her own ingredients was a waste of her time, resources, and the diners’ times, but she was contracted to obey by the eldritch ritual and summoning.

    Just more items in the pantry for the next feast in a few days. As these diners would become her patrons, she would know where to find them when the time came.

    The special dish, however, was both strange and familiar to her.

    “Prepare the provided model in a similar manner to this video reference, except for the middle and ending sections. We do not wish to become a meal ourselves.” This was what her instructions, read from a note, had said. She looked over at the bound woman she had been provided with, delivered from within a body bag by a pair of hired muscles, she suspected, and frowned. “You won’t be filling at all for these people; maybe a few of the homeless. There isn’t enough time to fattened you up before the deadline, I don’t have time to properly stuff you, and you’re not willing at all…” Ebony said with a smile that only made the woman more afraid of her situation.

    The chef leaned forward, hands on her knees, and looked at the woman with her black and yellow eyes. “I won’t hurt you, but you will need to help me with this request. Understand?” She asked.

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    Time went by and they were ready to begin… at least Ebony and Emiko were. Once Kari had finished her task of chopping vegetables and fruits and putting them into the refrigerator so they would stay fresh, she retired to the upstairs bedrooms to sleep and await the morning when she could leave.

    After exchanging a few words, the cook and willing meatgirl were the only ones left in the kitchen, and it was time to begin the cooking.

    First was the flouring, something they had agreed was more for show rather than preparation, but Ebony and Emiko had agreed to add a little bit extra to it.



    To start with, Emiko laid down on a large mound of dough and flour, applying a light layer to herself, as Ebony carried over a set of jars containing pie filling, her favorite three knives sheathed on the outside of a think animal skin apron.
    Since the reference called for a solitary meat dish, Ebony planned to make small cuts into Emiko’s body, providing openings for her to fill her with a cranberry filling she had mixed up.

    The flour was to staunch the bleeding while the dough would seal the wound.

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    >>17561 >>17562
    Very enjoyable. Well done.
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    No.17552 [Report] AS
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    I search for his name in the back of my mind as his dick hits the back of my throat. I am sure he told me when he sat down next to me and introduced himself earlier this evening. But four drinks and a lot of dancing later, it seems to have vanished from my memory.

    His hand caresses the back of my head easing himself deeper until I gag. My pussy is super wet and I’m hoping that this will go further than just a blowjob in the bathroom. But just as I am trying to think of a way to move this back to my room, he ejaculates in my mouth. I swallow his come as he pulls out, letting a thick string of semen drip from my lips and cling to my chin.

    He looks down at me with a big grin.
    “I’ll see ya back out there.”

    He exits the bathroom quickly, leaving me kneeling on the floor in the stall.

    I stand up and wash out my mouth with water from the sink. I wipe my mouth and look at myself in the mirror. My tousled hair in the mirror is hopeless at this point, and my dress has a spot of semen or saliva on it. I brush it away with a paper towel.

    Tentatively, I step out of the bathroom and into the deserted hallway. I am a few minutes walk away from the far side of the hotel where the wedding reception is still going on. I check the time on my phone. 1:45 in the morning. My phone’s battery is at 4%.


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    No.17553 [Report]
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    Wow! <3
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    No.17554 [Report]
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    This was wonderfully written and very enjoyable to read. Thanks for sharing!
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    No.17558 [Report]
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    A young woman, a slit throat and a rape. How could I not like it?
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    No.17535 [Report] AS
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    This thread is for my new site: Grim Erotica.

    https://grimerotica.wordpress.com/

    I'll frequently post links to new stories, as it's easier than trying to format it just to post it here.

    Feedback and tips are welcome, just keep criticism constructive; random insults will be ignored.

    Here is the first story;

    https://grimerotica.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/game-girls/
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    If you are posting links you should at least provide some synopsis of the story so that we could know what it is about.

    Story looks good, but not exactly my taste as I prefer happy guro or at least more gore. However I think there will be plenty of people who will like it.
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    Is there a particular reason why you constantly change your name?
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    >>17539

    I will remember next time.

    >>17545

    Several. I won't go into details.
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    An Incredible Lesson
    written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone

    The room was silent, every student watching on with a sort of fascinated morbid curiosity at the unique sight they were being treated to. Even the teacher found herself staring. How could she not? Even if she had been the one to arrange this, to actually see it…

    Suddenly, she realized that she had been asked a question.

    “Yes, Jane?”

    “Why’s Mrs. Parr turning red?”

    Helen Parr was indeed turning a bright red – more a very strong pink, really – as she seemingly floated in mid-air. She was only really identifiable as Helen, or as a human at all, because the class had seen her walk in to help demonstrate some basic anatomy in a very special way. What that turned out to be was Helen letting her daughter Violet swallow her hole, which really meant Helen squeezing herself down that throat like toothpaste. Subsequently she had continued to fill out all of Violet’s insides, snaking from the mouth and going nearly all the way through her intestines. Helen was nude, her non-descript street clothes lying folded up on the floor, but all that meant was that the tube was pink rather than beige and blue.


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    I was about a fifth in before I realized that this is a fanfic of the incredibles… I agree with Astro, it's too quick, too soon, but it's a one shot anyway, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still enjoy it though, love you two
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    Thanks for the comments, glad people liked this well enough.

    As I'm sure you've all noticed, JIP and I have taken a break from the multi-chapter stories we've done in the past, in favour of shorter bits we can have fun with and not have to worry about massive amounts of planning, continuity, ect. Means we don't get bored of ideas either. They're fun to write, often spontaneous, and done in a few days.

    We do plan on getting back to the other stories in time, so please be patient. Especially Stretch Goals.

    Special shout out to Aoi, I love your style of extremely casual snuff and so on.
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    I like your stories but this one was a bit too much :) With all those superheroes I have no clue what is going on without pictures. especially in places that do not follow normal human anatomy :)
    only after reading quite a lot I finally understood that it is about "the incredible's" but even if I watched that movie I already forgot character names. So i need to google all them.

    It woud be good idea if you added some picture to your story to show what it is all about.

    Maybe I will read it again some time later.
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    huh. Fun story. Never actually seen your work before. Not how I would have written it (Would have put skinless helen in the jar sealed in a quick drying resin, and finished sawing violet in half for a complete cross section to preserve in resin too) but that's the fun of reading another author, isn't it?
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    >>17524

    Thank you! Your brand of willing guro, both lethal and not, has been very enjoyable to read for years. I'd love if you found the time to read my other stuff under Melatonin on HF, or JIP's stuff on the same sight. And hah, those are both pretty good ideas.

    >>17509 Well, I'm glad you've still enjoyed previous entries, haha. Maybe you'll like our next story more. Hopefully it's out soon. Another short, then we'll see about those older stories like Stretch Goals.
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    She was dead.

    David looked at the girl lying at his feet. Her eyes looked lifelessly into the sunset as the rope marks faded from her neck. A young high school freshmen, with blonde laces, and beautiful blue eyes. She had been wearing a fluffy white jersey top and denim shorts.

    Her parents were out for the weekend. Off to a trip to the Bahamas leaving her alone to take care of the house. Well, that was until he showed up. He sniffed, taking a look around to make sure no one had seen him before putting the rope next to the side of the house.

    He lifted her up by her armpits, and then got her on his back, before piggy backing her inside. He sanctimoniously dropped her dead body off in the living room on a couch and locked the door behind him before making his way to the kitchen to fix himself some dinner.

    He was starving. It had been a few days since he had a proper meal. A side-effect of being a runaway homeless teen. But, even homeless teens had perks. He fixed himself a sandwich and scarfed it down. The TV was right by the couch and he sat next to her,
    sitting her upright, as he flipped on the channel.

    Her head leaned grossly to the side. Her mouth hung open, tongue sticking out.


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    This was good. Hope more is on the way.
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    I really enjoyed this one. Hoping for more. Thanks!
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    “I got a present for you.”

    Sergov snapped his fingers, and a group of men walked into the basement of the storage unit. There an eight year old boy sat by his computer, typing a string of code into an online website.

    “Whats the client?” said the little boy, typing.

    “No, client,” smiled Sergov, “Let’s say. We had a misunderstanding with someone and we want to make our opinion on the matter clear.”

    There was a thud and the men dropped off four people, each with a trash bag over their face. Their arms and legs were bound by a rope.

    “I tried to leave them intact for you, but you know,” shrugged Sergov, “We know all what happens here. Just make sure when you are done, it is messy. And if you happen to have a bit of video. That would be good, too.”

    The boy scratched his head,

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    we need more
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    can't wait for next
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    No.17482 [Report] AS
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    I like bondage, blood, forced orgasms and milking, regardless of gender. And this story has all of them.
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    Chuck was walking out into the field behind the barn, enjoying the nice warm summer air. Enjoying the clear, starry sky, and the soft chirping of crickets. His sandy blond hair was dirty from his work for the day, his muscular, tanned body trapped under his red shirt and overalls.

    He laid out the blanket he brought out, and pulled out the bottle of hand lotion. Though his family had a large farm, they had a rather small house, and it was difficult for him for him to have a moment to himself. He couldn’t find a closet that the kids wouldn’t get into, he couldn’t stay in the shower because everyone else needed it, and he shared a room with too many people, who were light sleepers. Plus, his bed squeaked.

    So here he is, at 2 Am in the morning, needing a bit of time for himself. He slipped out of his overalls, and laid back on the blanket. Getting a generous amount on his hand, he took hold of his 7 inch cock, and started rubbing himself. He moaned as it hardens, getting nice and thick at 9 inches, pumped up with arousal.

    He tried to keep himself from moaning, in case someone came out to look for him. However, it had been weeks since he was able to come out and do this, so he couldn’t stop himself. Sweat formed on his body, his toes started to curl as he pumped himself faster. He thought of every woman he fucked hard in the pussy and in their ass. He thought about their warm mouths on his hot cock, sucking him down, and drinking every damn drop.

    He felt his balls tighten up as his orgasm started to wash over him. With a happy cry, he shot his seed straight up into the air, like a fountain. Thick spurts shot out of him, after a much needed release. His vision went white, and he started to drool as his orgasm just carried him away.


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    This one's a commission - hit me up on the email attached to the post if you want one (the queue's getting long tho :P )
    This story was posted to my Patreon a week early! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

    Yoko's Pain in the Neck
    tags: Futa/F, non-con, necro, stabbing, navel fucking


    Seeing Adiane the Elegant jump onto the deck of the Dai-Gurren with the intent to take over it, Yoko Littner knew she couldn’t allow her to continue. Their Gunmen were all away from the battleship, leaving no one but her to protect it. Even if the woman was one of the Spiral King’s Supreme Generals, Yoko knew she could handle her. She tried shooting the woman with her rifle, but the scorpion beastwoman had no issues deflecting each of her shots using her tail. Seeing that, Yoko realized she’d have to fight the woman up-close - and set out to do just that. Going down to the deck, she continued to fire at her - but Adiane kept redirecting each of her shots with her tail. “A piece of garbage like you could never hurt me!” Adiane taunted her as she did that. Even Yoko going full auto with her rifle didn’t help, the black, segmented tail knocking all of her bullets off course. The only result of her attack was taking out the beastmen that had arrived on the ship with Adiane - leaving the two women alone on the deck.

    The loud click of her clip having run of ammo was the sign Adiane needed to go on. “Now, human trash, learn your place!” She called out while swinging her tail towards Yoko. The sharpshooter bent her back backwards, only barely avoiding the attack. As Adiane pressed on, Yoko bent even further back - eventually ending up just inches from the ground. “Get it through your skull that it’s hopeless, girlie!” Adiane told her while stepping on the end of her ponytail, stopping Yoko’s movements in place. The girl forwards slid across the deck, trying to get away - but the heel of Adiane’s pink shoes held pinned her hair down, preventing her from escaping. Then, with Yoko laid out on the ground in front of her, Adiane attacked her with her tail again. The first smack only barely missed the girl’s body as Yoko managed to roll to the side to avoid it, but the next one connected. It knocked the air out of Yoko’s lungs, restricting her movements for the moment - and allowing Adiane to deliver one more attack. One that would end up fatal as she stabbed the sting at the end of her tail straight into the girl’s neck. The sting injected a poison into the girl, one that was undeniably lethal - and its effects were almost instantous. Yoko’s eyes grew wide at the pain, her mouth opening in surprise. “K-kami-” She tried to call out the name of her first love, but didn’t even get to say all of it - the girl dropping dead to the Dai-Gurren’s surface.

    “A piece of human filth like you could never stand against me, Adiane the Elegant!” The scorpion lady called out while smacking Yoko’s body with the tail again - the girl’s corpse sliding away limply. The lack of reaction from the girl confirmed something Adiane was already certain of - that the girl was dead. And looking at her… While Adiane never shied away from showing her contempt for the human scum that tried to oppose the Spiral King, there was one thing she appreciated about them. Just like Lordgenome himself, and Guame did, she too thought that they made for amazing playthings. The girl’s body was very fine - enough that Adiane decided she wanted to play with it. The battle was already pretty much won at this point, she could definitely afford it… That filthy human had made her a favor by disposing of all the thrash that would watch on otherwise. Without them, there was nothing stopping the woman from descending on Yoko’s corpse to have some fun with it.


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    A little story idea i wanted to write for long. Not my best work i think but whatever;)

    Megumin and Tina: an explosive Allianz.

    Megumin and Tiny Tina are friends now. Don’t ask how it happened. Somehow the two crazy girls manage to meet each other. Maybe Megumin has torn a hole in the space-time continuum with one of her explosions. Maybe a fast-travel station on Pandora had a malfunction. The fact is, they met somehow.
    They discovered a lot of similarities. They both love explosions. They love the sound and destruction.
    It didn’t take long before they started a little contest. Tiny Tina showed her best "ladies". Megumin showed the full power of her explosion spell. They laughed and enjoyed themselves and destroyed a whole abandoned village.
    However, Tiny Tina is a bit crazier than Megumin. She had the idea to go a little further. "Which of us would explode better?"
    "What do you mean?" Megumin asked.
    "Have you never thought about becoming a bomb yourself?" Tiny Tina asked with glowing eyes.
    The thought actually excited Megumin. Quickly the girls made a crazy plan. They planed to meet the next morning.

    Next Morning…

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    Katie McIntosh died this morning. More specifically, she killed herself. Hanged by the neck in the bathroom, the cord from her hairdryer hooked around the doorknob.

    She hadn’t meant to kill herself. She was choking herself and masturbating. She was only sixteen, and she didn’t know there was an actual term for it. And she didn’t know that people often killed themselves while performing autoerotic asphyxiation. Maybe if society was more open about sexuality and eroticism, she would have known.

    At first Katie hadn’t understood what happened. Death, as it turned out, was complicated for her. A few moments after she died at 10:15 AM on 1/9/2018, she woke up in her bed. It was 1/9/2018. 9:45 AM.

    She had done this before she was certain of it. She sat up in bed. Confused by what she told herself was just an intense sex dream, she shoved her fingers into her panties. She was getting wet quickly. She felt a strong sense of déjà vu. But she was quickly preoccupied with rubbing her throbbing clit with her wet fingers.

    She stuffed her face into her pillow and moaned as she shoved two fingers into her pussy. Her loins were begging for more. She knew her fingers weren’t going to get her to come. She had tried before. Her body needed something more intense.

    She got out of bed and opened the door to her bedroom. The house was quiet. Her parents should both be at work. Her brother had spent the night at a friends house. He probably wouldn’t be back until dinner time. She confirmed she was by herself and went into the bathroom.

    She pulled out the green handtowel and her hairdryer. She pulled off her panties and kneeled on the floor next to the door. She looped the cable of the hairdryer and secured it on the door handle. She put the looped cable over her head and pulled it up under she jawline.

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    This is good
    >>12605
    swim with the fishes is good
    >>12621
    this one is the best.

    I want to up the ante though. When she's sure to come back, death isn't that scary anymore. She needs to find situations that genuinely scare her and make her feel helpless. Situations she can't escape from easily, including by killing herself, and that are very unpleasant in an erotic way. The more desperate she is to escape, the more helpless and scared and excited she'll be. Here are some ways Katie can torture herself to death that might renew the excitement death has lost (or will lose) for her.

    > Bagging is good, but put holes in the bag so she just baaarely can't breathe enough to live. Hogtie herself on her belly for added excitement, so she can pretend she's been kidnapped and is being murdered.

    > Crucify herself in the woods: nail her feet, then (because she cannot nail her own wrists) slip her wrists into handcuffs wide apart. She dances on the cross for days, slowly suffocating, contemplating her helplessness.


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    Sorry about the formatting. I forgot that carats cause greentext.
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    >>17322
    when I noticed that huge wall of text I thought it is a new story, but it happens to be a huge list of ideas LOL
    Those ideas look quite hot so maybe you could also spend some time to turn one or few of them into the full story yourself. You kinda wrote more than enough text to constitute a decent story here ;)


    But if we speak about a way to make it more scary and thrilling I think we could turn things upside down.
    Because death is no longer scary at all, failing to die may become scarier.

    For example, she amputates her limbs somehow or breaks her spine or permanently disables herself in some other way
    and stays at home to die by blood loss or other reasons.
    but the catch is that someone may come in and save her and if that happens she will no longer be able to kill herself and will have to live forever in that state :)

    This is something way scarier than death. Actually, the perspective of being saved is what really scares off people from suicide even in real life ;)
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    I hope the OP comes back, cuz this is so hot! I read a Groundhog Day type story years and years ago, but the author got embarassed when his page got picked up by an index and he deleted it.

    What if Katie follows a script like the movie, and tries to find someone to experience her last day with? She could start by killing someone she likes, maybe her favorite teacher. Then she tells the teacher what happened before, and then kills him/her again. Eventually her teacher believes her and kills her as she requests. Maybe that time she really dies, and the teacher begins experiencing Groundhog Day.
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    Kate was a beautiful 20 year old girl with dark hair, blue eyes and pale unblemished skin. She was short and thick standing around 5’3” with wide hips and a long torso. Her belly button was low on her body and her torso made a beautiful arc from her hairless vagina up to her large almost D cup breasts.

    She had grown up strict and was out on her own now. She lived in a small single wide trailer and quickly put her newfound privacy to work. She had been focused sexually on her own body for years. As a little girl she loved playing doctor and pretending to be wounded. She loved the idea of squirming in pain. As her teenage years came and went she realized she was asexual. She never cared for boys and she certainly wasn’t attracted to women. She had developed quite an addiction to masturbating throughout high school.

    As she gained her independence she realized she could use her body and her addiction to make money. She was raking in money as a cam girl with her striking features. Over time she started doing more and more fetish videos. She would pour hot wax into her deep belly button or push scissors into herself enough to draw blood. Eventually she found Fetnoir and fantasy snuff producers. She did a few videos for some American producers as a model and loved the role of being shot or stabbed.

    One day she awoke to a message in her inbox from a new film producer. She hadn’t heard of them before but they money they offered was very good. Better still, the location was in her state. She had never heard of someone offering this kind of money for custom work, but it did say it was going to be “involving.” Never one to turn down a challenging role, she agreed to meet them that weekend at their studio.

    She pulled up to the address that they gave her. It was an old warehouse in a shady part of town between two sets of rail road tracks. She walked down the narrow alley way to the entrance. She tried the door but it was locked so the girl knocked on the door. After the second knock the door buzzed and lurched open. She looked up at a CCTV camera above the door and gave a shy smile and wave.

    A man in a suit greeted her and led her to a small office area. It was lavish compared to the way the building looked from the road. A thick mahogany desk sat in the center of the room, and behind it an older woman in her early 60s in a business suit. Her blonde hair was in an up Do from 30 years prior. She clicked her fingernails on her desk

    “Come, sit. I need to ask you some things. You’re very pretty. We might be able to make a good amount of money together.”

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    Very good story as always, I’m a huge fan of your work, I’ve written a couple of similar stories myself just with a little more focus on the belly button
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    I always love new content. You should post some of them.
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    Vacation in hell (FMg/F+, rape, torture, snuff, nc, feet, zoo, scat, pee, extreme, cannibalism, gore, vomit)

    Do not expect too much from this story, only some simple extremities about the torture and murder of sexy ladies.

    Disclaimer
    This story involves quite a lot of horrible activities. In most case they are done in a non-consensual, unhealthy, insane, destructing, disrespectful, politically- and socially incorrect ways. If you do not like to read such things, I strongly advise you to stop here and now.

    This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their author. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of my readers as well. However, I do not condone, approve or recommend the acts I describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home!

    No animal got harmed during the writing of this story.




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    nd were fighting there. The whips beat them without break as they were kicking, biting the other. When finally Jane managed to touch me there were no more connection between the girls. Jane bit the tip her own tongue off during the race, the mutilated bloody flesh was still attached to Syl's halfway teared pussy lips. Both of Syl's big toes were broken and one of the ring was teared from one of them. She was laying about 2 metres away, unconscious with bleeding tongue and lips, bruised swollen tits, bleeding pussy and feet. One of her nipples was gone, it was chained still to Janes toe, the other Syl-nipple was just teared open. Jane wasn't in better shape, but she was the winner. For Victoria's call guards came in, they grabbed Syl's still beautifull body and pulled her out from the room.

    Jane was led out by Victoria from the room too, I stayed there with Angel and Kim. I took part in the next hour in the most wild sex act I could had imagined. I was tied on my back onto a big bed, of course I had strong death fear but for my luck they didn't want to torture me this time, only wanted me to help them. If I didn't look at Maria's corpse or didn't think about that Kim was only 10 that was the most enjoyable part of my visit in the castle. I was licking pussies almost all the time and had mine licked or fisted, no extremely brutal act happened, only passionate sex. I didn't cum or even enjoyed it although I was wet, but for my luck they didn't recognized it and they loved each other on the top my body.

    After the sex I was degraded into a horse, I had to walk on my fours with Kim on my back while Angel led me. It was a very long walk, at the end I was so tired that almost fall under Kim, but as we left the building and I saw the crowd on the castle yard I understood that something important was to happen. We went to the stables.

    Syl's eyes were full of tears and fear when we arrived to back of the stables. I could understand her. She was sitting on the ground with stretched legs, one ankle was chained to a tree in one metre high, the other was chained to the harness of tha stallion I sucked the day before. The chains were very loose of course, but I was sure they were to stretched soon. All of the guests were all around, I was forced to kneel before Angel and Kim. Jane was with Victoria and the King, after the torments she suffered earlier that day she was in bad condition, but still alive. I could see that she lost all of her teeth, her lips were swollen as she sucked the King's extremely long cock. For the King's sign a guard beat the horse with his riding cord, and the animal jumped forward.

    Syl let out a thrilling scream as the chains tightened, her body was lifted in the air. The chains between Syl, the tree and the horse were stretched totally, as stretched Syl's long, shapely legs too. I've never seen such slender legs before, especially when the horse strengths made them stretched to their maximum. Syl made a perfect string, she grabbed her thighs with her hands and tried to pull them back, as her upper body was hanging upside-down. Her long blonde hair fell into the dirt under her. Her screams were so high-pitched that the horse went even wilder, tried to run, but the girls body didn't let him. The guard beat the stallion more and more, and the pressure increased in Syl's joints. I've never seen such a cruelness. She tried to pull back her legs, but I heared cracks as her joints were slowly disconnected. I could see as her tendons stretched extremely in her ankles first, then in her knees and at least in her thighs. Her screams went even wilder when the tendons ripped, small bloodmarks appeared under her skin.

    For some seconds only her skin held the girl's legs together, but suddenly blood started to pour, and with a loud crack her leg which was chained to the horse ripped from her body, and the horse started to gallopp pulling the bloody leg behind him. Syl fell onto the ground, blood ran from her mutilated body. Her beautifull face was a mask of pain as she stopped screaming and lied there in shock. Kim ran to her bleeding body, push her pretty face into the stub of Syl's leg and started to drink with big gulps. I've almost fainted to see all this. Syl died within 5 minutes, her beautifull eyes were staring lifelessly after the stallion.

    "That was really fine!" the King smiled.

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    I don't know if harassment it's the correct tag (It's not rape but however…) and if the title is grammatically correct.

    Anyway, enjoy the story!

    A Witch Less in the World

    Marta was 16 yo, brown curly hair, a pair of jeans and a light blue sweater. She was home alone, her parents were at work and she had recently returned from school. She was in the living room, lying on the sofa, tv on, cell phone in hand. She didn't notice that someone had entered the house. A man entered in the living room and pointed a gun at her and shouting:

    "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" He was about 30 yo but he showed more, eyes wide with anger, ripped clothes.

    Marta, surprised, raised her hands in surrender.

    "STAND UP!" She obeyed trembling "Tell me what the fuck are you doing in my house!"

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    Loved this too, and it does remind me of Bloodlust's work.

    I think the title is correct enough, though I would probably say "One Less Witch in the World." But I'm being picky again. Thinking about it more, it really should be "fewer", not "less", but that ruins the impact. And "One Fewer Witch" sounds wrong to me. Maybe someone with glasses who knows about "words and stuff" can help.

    Harassment doesn't seem quite strong enough… Maybe Assault? Murder? Torture? Brutalization?

    Anyway, those are minor considerations. The grammar is way better than your first story. Looking forward to more!
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    Thanks both. I checked better the grammar this time. I want to write a prequel and a final part for this if I manage to have enough different ideas. I'm thinking to create a single thread and update it, I don't like to create too much threads.
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    He should have shot her in the pussy tbh
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    >>17353

    Sorry, pussy shots are not my thing
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    Great short story! And I agree with Bloodlust. Who I'm also a fan of his stories.
    Shooting scenes are my favorite as well. Hope to read more from you!
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    Tags: unspecified/f, watersports, non-con, slice of life

    This story picks up one Thursday in May. It was just after dinner, before dessert.

    It'd been about six hours since I last checked on her, the girl that lives in the basement. I shut the blinds in the kitchen and headed down to her home.

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    Only a nightlight cast its faint glow into the darkness. I flicked a switch to turn on some old fluorescent lights in the ceiling. The noises and light elicited a tiny squeak from over where she stood, on the right side of the room. There she was.

    She was exactly where I saw her last, with her childish figure against the wall, facing it. She had been standing there, nude, occupying that same spot for the majority of the past four days. I locked the door behind me and made my way down the stairs.

    She couldn't move from the position I left her in when I last visited, during my lunch break. A tube with a clip on the end was tied to a hook above her head. The tube extended down, between her legs, and into her urethra. Inside, a balloon kept the end from slipping out. She could not sit or lie down---with any deviation from standing, and the balloon and tube would uncomfortably pull and chafe her crotch. A pair of handcuffs on her thin wrists locked her arms behind her back. She could not reach around herself to tamper with the catheter apparatus or to soothe her aching genitals.

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    Wow, was this you on NPR just now?
    hxxps://www.npr.org/2019/08/02/747476419/polar-photographer-shares-his-view-of-a-ferocious-but-fragile-ecosystem
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    A really nice story i enjoyed reading it. You looking to finish the Story?
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    Nope, I do scuba dive though, so I'm familiar with hopping into chilly waters!
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    I love excessive cruelty, and just had to chime in that I enjoyed how well-written this was, as well as the meta humor.
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