“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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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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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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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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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/

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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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.

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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.

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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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