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    Anakin used his Force Choke ability to squeeze Padme’s clitoris. It popped like a stubborn zit. She howled and thrashed uncontrollably. Not even Obi Wan could save her now. Padme’s most sensitive organ beyond repair, Anakin then turned to his former Master. Kenobi was always proud of his large penis. Even though Jedi were supposed to be celibate, he did get aroused by the staring. The Twi’lek club girls were especially intrigued. Kenobi would spend hours meditating in the Temple, all the while thinking about his exceptional member, looking for every excuse to touch it. Knowing this, Anakin knew what to do. As Kenobi sprinted down the exit ramp, his foot-long flaccid penis swaying conspicuously inside his loose robe, Akanin concentrated. He started at the dense meaty head, taking a brief bashful moment to admire it one last time. Then his concentration meandered down the stellar shaft to the base of Kenobi’s famous member. He peered into his Master’s mind, sensing if he could be persuaded one last time. But alas, his mind was set. And as the Chosen One clenched his hand, his old Master collapsed to his knees. The galaxy as never known a more grisly scream. Kenobi reached down for his beloved penis, but he felt only sanguine dampness, and the sack carrying his enormous, virgin testicles. He fell down to his side, and slowly faded away while meeting Padme’s petrified expression. What a waste. “Save this recording for later. It could prove useful,” Anakin ordered his devoted droid. He knew the Emperor would be pleased.
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    Hello, this is my first submission. I hope this is the right board. Enjoy.
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    This first story is a response to an entry in the Capital Punishment game in RP.

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    Two days ago, Freyja and Para became lovers. Freyja initiated their love, when she seduced the other with a kiss as they showered after gymnastics.

    On that day, Freyja and Para stayed a little late to help the coach clean up the gym, and Hit the showers after everyone else left. Freyja caught herself watching as the water flowed down Para’s dark, chocolatey, skin. They were alone and naked for the first time, and Freyja couldn’t resist. She leaned against Para’s body and wrapped an arm around her petite torso.

    “Let’s make out!” She whispered.

    Para’s widened her eyes as she pulled away. “Haha! You’re very funny Frey!” Para faked a laugh and moved back.

    “I’m not joking,” Freyja replied solemnly as she brushed a strand of black hair from her face.

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    Junkyard Rat

    Peter Hopkins watched from a makeshift tunnel, of large worn out tires, as the girl, a petite little thing with brown hair so short she could easily pass for a boy, climbed grabbed the chain link fence and pulled herself up.

    "Please Felicia, let's just go our usual route. Please! We'll get lost in there." Waiting just outside the fence, a slightly taller girl with longer brown hair and buds poking through her white blouse, her older sister peered into the old junk yard with bulging eyes and a grimace on her face.

    Felicia held her position at the top of the and waved for her sister to follow. "Come on, Jane, it will be faster than going around. We just have to cut across, so kinda hard to get lost."

    "But you never know what could be in there. I hear there are giant rats the size of dogs in there. We could get rabies. And that's if we get through before the sun sets. Jane told me that one of her cousins committed suicide in here? What if he's still wandering around here, if you know what I mean? Let's just go the normal way, please!"

    The other girl reached up to grab Felicia's ankle, but she threw it over and dropped into the old abandoned junkyard before her sister could get a firm grip.

    "You're thirteen, Sabrina, and you're telling me you believe in ghosts. The only thing here is old piles of rotten garbage and broken machinery. As for the rats; they'll leave you alone if you leave them alone. If not…," Felicia kicked a small rock, launching into the air. "If we don't get home quickly, mom will be pissed. That's scarier than any ghosts, giant rats, or whatever the hell could be in here. I know what I'd rather take my chances with."

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    >>16185
    This is one of the hottest stories here! Shame he didynt have her head to fuck as well but still HOT! DO more like this with corpse undressing!!!
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    Village Girl to Gladiatrix

    Six months ago, Arla knew only what it was like to have a loving family, three adequate meals every day, and nice, comfortable, clothes. Then her village was pillaged by the army of a hostile kingdom to the north, in need of food, supplies, and women, to aid in their assault against the Fortress of Sotil to the east. The villagers made the foolish mistake of putting up resistance, and the Royal Army in turn slaughtered all but a tenth of the population. Arla, terrified and helpless, watched as they hung her father and mother at the gallows, and then slit her older sister’s throat. She only survived because she hid in a thicket of bushes behind their house.

    The army left, the town stripped bare of anything valuable. That didn’t stop a gang of outlaws from sweeping through the place to see what remained. Arla, having passed out in her hiding spot, woke to find a group of rugged men and women roaming around her family’s backyard. She sat up, memories of what occurred earlier slowly coming back to her, and alerted the strange folks by rustling the bushes. A strong burley arm grabbed the scuff of her dress and pulled her out, holding her flailing figure at eye level.

    “Hey, captain! Looks like we got someone! What shall we do with her?”

    A rough woman, wild red hair to her pelvis, but draped in shinier army than the rest of the group of thugs, looked at Arla, examining her with a bored expression on her face. “Not much for physical labor,” she lifted Arla’s dress and inserted a finger into the girl’s cunny, which was quite moist; most likely from pissing herself rather than arousal, the captain was certain. “Hymen’s intact. I’d bet some pervert would pay a high price for her. We’ll have to keep some of our perverts off her…,” Arla kicked towards the redhead, nearly striking her in the jaw, missing only by the woman’s fast reflexes, “Do that again and you will regret it, you fucking bitch! How about we just slice open your belly and leave you here to die?”

    Her captor slammed his fist into the back of her head, knocking Arla out cold.

    “Just take her with us and we’ll find something to do with her.”

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    CONTRACT SNUFF PORN

    Shooting, Headshot, Child(12), Forced Masturbation(g), Masturbation(M), Urination, Defecation.

    When Roel first became a hired gun, snuffing out cops, rival gangsters, and cheating wives sounded like it would be a lot of fun. There was the thrill, that rush of adrenaline, as he ended the life of a target, and made his way from the scene of the crime; not to mention, spending the next few days expecting the police to show, and hoping that your client wouldn’t try to screw him over, or have him knocked off as well. Yet, just like an afternoon riding roller coasters, his career was spending a lot of time waiting around, only for a brief moment of excitement. The pay was great, though; plus it still beat the slow monotony of sitting in an office all day looking at a screen, or stacking boxes in some warehouse. After years of doing it, and dozens of jobs, even killing can begin to lose its’ thrill.

    Along came Roel’s latest job, and another milestone in his career, long after he was sure that he carried out every unsavory act that he was willing to do. Yet, he stood in front a young girl, Beverly Hoffman, just a month shy of celebrating her thirteenth birthday, floating around on a inflatable swan raft, in the pool behind her family’s country home; her eyes were closed, as she slept in, with a peaceful smile on her face, and completely oblivious to her impending death. Beverly was pretty, too; Roel was always confident that he was not attracted to girls her age, but as she laid in her raft, only a thin red thong covering her smooth prepubescent pussy, and her developing breasts, topped with puffy nipples pointed at the sky, wet and glistened in the setting Sun, his ideas of what was too young for him seriously came into doubts. Though he killed a few cuties during his career, this one, perhaps because of her innocent age, seemed different. He hoped this wouldn’t complicate his assignment.

    If this job even remotely resembled his typical assignments, he would put two bullets in her forehead and leave. Her parents would come home to find her still floating, a stream of crimson flowing alongside her bright, orange, curls into the water. While he held his gun, a 9mm semi-automatic, in his other was an expensive 4k camcorder; a camera he needed to pay an instructor to learn how to use properly. Her father, chief of police in Dallas, busted up a major child porn operation, and arrested dozens of producers and thousands of their customers. Some of the higher ups wanted to punish him, and didn’t feel that simply killing him, or his daughter for that matter, would suffice. They wanted more than just a quick snuff.

    With a few adjustments, the camera was set to record video, and snap five still every three seconds. He sat it on a chair facing Beverly, taking in her half-naked preteen beauty as she enjoyed her last moments of true happiness. Aiming his gun carefully, he fired off two shots. The crack of thunder echoed through the empty fields, as two bullets pelted the water, sending up a fine mist. Beverly’s eyes opened, first slowly, as she took in her surroundings, and then they shot open into a fearful bulge in their sockets when they gazed upon the strange man pointing a gun at her.

    “Rise and shine, sweetheart,” Roel drawled.

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    I've been looking for this story for ages. It disappeared from Lit a while back.
    It was about a girl who uses surgery and bodymod to literally transform her pussy into a flower. Like stretching her clit into a stem or prolapsing her cervix to look like the center of the flower.
    Anyone remember, or better yet have it saved?
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    Chapter 3


    Heather woke up with a start, the last echoes of a nightmare still resonating inside her mind. It didn’t last long, though, and like dreams usually do, faded quickly into the hidden corners of her memory.

    Her situation hadn’t changed much in all the time she had been asleep. It could have been minutes, hours or months, as she had no way of calculating the time inside that damned cocoon. She felt rested, though, even if in desperate need to relieve herself, but all the suffering she had enjoyed thanks to the ministrations of her host had faded into the background. In fact, the only discomfort she still felt was from the urethral and digestive tract tentacles, and it was more a fullness feeling than the debilitating pain that had almost broken her. That didn’t mean some other changes hadn’t been made while she was out.

    To begin with, she looked cross eyed at the tight mass of rubbery filaments that protruded from her nostrils. The picture would have been comical outside of the terrible context, but there it meant that her sinuses were full to the brim with the offshoot of the tentacle that also sealed her wide open mouth. From that place to her brain there was almost no distance, and she wondered if her grey matter was being similarly assaulted.

    Putting those thoughts aside, as they got her nowhere, she directed her gaze to her breasts. During her time unconscious they had grown at least three sizes, and now floated gently in the liquid, their firmness lost to their newfound weight. The size gain was not the only new development of her twin girls: they itched madly all across their surface and the puncture wounds in her nipples and areolas not only hadn’t healed, they had grown until she could have sworn that a wire could be inserted in each one without problems.

    Looking further down, she confirmed how her intestines had completely unraveled, covering almost all the free space in the amniotic bag and letting her see beyond them with more clarity. Her bladder was inflated to a comical size and now poked above her pelvis, nestled between the flaps at the bottom of the abdominal cut. Her balloon shaped organ was now the size of a softball ball, and certainly was the cause of her overwhelming need to pee. However, with her urethra so blocked by the penis sized tentacle, that relief was not going to happen anytime soon.


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    Chapter 4

    Helen opened her eyes again to a very nice tingling coming from her loins; the tentacles were still manipulating her clit and had made further changes. However, that was not the most important thing in her mind at that point, this time she remembered everything about her dream, if it was a dream at all, which she doubted very much. It seemed that the process that scrambled their brains until they were unreadable by human technology somehow gave them access to the mind of the worm. She supposed that her assimilation wasn’t advanced enough to let her enter that mental landscape at will, only transporting her there when she fell unconscious.

    Were her captive colleagues still there suffering another of the worm’s mental exercises in depravity? Or had they woken up like her to their lonely liquid chamber, to contemplate for hours how the worm toyed with their bodies? Hopefully, they had reached a state where they could transition from one level of consciousness to another at will.

    Not so long ago, she had wished for something, no matter how painful, to alleviate the tedium of her forced immobility, so she imagined that maybe those women had gone through the same stages as her and that hellish alien landscape had been deemed a better alternative than that lonely half darkness where she floated now.

    Did the worm know about the reading devices implanted in her brain? That question was important at the light of the recent developments. Maybe the recording of those dreams was helping the scientists to decode the strange thought patterns that so puzzled them. She decided not to tell the captured women yet, maybe the worm had ways to read that information from her brain, maybe not, but she would not force the situation.

    In the unspecified time that had passed while she was with them, new changes had happened to her body. Leaving her tingling clit for the last, she resolved to be methodical. Starting from the top, Heather confirmed that her boobs were even bigger if that was possible, itched like madly and their skin rippled faintly in some places. What was happening inside them? The hardened convict feared the answer to that question.

    Her spread intestines, which had completely unraveled by now, were attached to the inner surface of the cocoon in multiple places thanks to strange warts from the tentacle making holes through the tissue in all its length. It was strange seeing how the new decoration of the sac wall was made of the organs coming from her own body. The loose flaps of connective tissue that had previously kept her intestines together floated in ragged tatters clinging to the fleshy tubes.

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    1. Epilogue


    “Yes sir, the creature suddenly attacked us, forcing the detachment of marines to retaliate with extreme prejudice”

    “How much is left?”

    “Only the samples we took initially. It’s going to take some time to recover the rests of the body; your soldiers are very thorough”

    “I will send some support teams right away”

    “I don’t recommend it. I suggest enforcing contamination protocol omega for now, we are not sure if any of the remains of the creature represent any danger, and they are splattered everywhere”


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    Okay. above is Heather - Cradle of Life
    by falquian
    It's a bit more gory than "Daisy and the cuntflower".
    Actually it's more everything, so be advised. ;)
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    we gotta rename this thread Falquian stories
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    DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, to be read only by individuals aged 18 or above. This is only meant to be a dark erotic FANTASY and in no way, form or fashion suggest that I myself want to do, or participate in anything like the content of this story. This story involves rape, non-consensual sex, sexual assault, dominance, abject submissiveness, sex with a minor, misogyny, torture, violence, and murder. I DO NOT condone of any of it in reality. Nor do I encourage or intend to enable any act of violence, misogyny, sex with anyone underaged or sexual assault. This is merely a FANTASY meant to engross a reader for entertainment and pleasure. I WILL report any hint of actual violence, sexual assault, or sex with an underaged person in the comment sections or forums on this site and in any re-posting or distribution of my work that is recognizable, to the authorities. The characters, places, and events of the story depicted here within are FANTASY and do not reflect real world events, places, people, or persons in any way. The content is also totally original I am not referring to any other work of fiction or fan fiction.

    If you are in anyway remotely offended by the content mentioned herein DON’T READ MY WORK.

    I do retain the rights to this story as author under the name < CunningTANUKI > in all posted forms through re-posting and re-distribution that is un-authorized as well as the authorized forms

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    Bathroom Closed For Cleaning

    All it took was one glance into her eyes and she was following me around the store. I let go of my shopping cart and she left her mother’s side. At an instance I grabbed her hand and started leading her to the bathroom. There was a homely looking barista at the coffee shop who I looked directly at making eye contact. She had scathing thoughts about a middle aged white man dragging a teenage black girl along. So I began to erase myself from her mind.


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    Posted from a long-closed rag-doll-themed website, because some anon asked for it on /req. I think site and story were originally by Jessie the Ragdoll, so if that's true, all credit goes to her, obviously. Not sure if she's around any more :/ Anyway, it's a classic:



    CHINESE TAKE-OUT: PART ONE

    June 1997

    Ashley Wong was the new girl in town and was nervous about making friends at the private school her mother had enrolled her in. After moving from city to city, she was hoping and praying this would be the final city. She did make some new friends. Three to be exact. Though she was comfortable with making just one good friend, the three girls, Beth, Cara and Devin seemed to be a group package. They were rarely seen apart, even going as far as having the same classes. Ash admired their loyalty to each other and was honored when they brought her into their fold as sister member of their clique. At first they seem a bit aloof, and at times downright mean, but Ash knew it was because she just needed to prove her worth. She was determined to do just that because she was so tired of being alone and having no other purpose than to get straight A’s for her mother. Today was report card day, and as Ash sat in her tiny, rusty car in the school parking lot waiting for her friends to arrive, she adjusts her glasses and feeling stupid in her school uniform. White dress shirt with school patch on left breast pocket, navy-blue skirt, white knee-high socks with Mary Janes, it was like being back in Hong Kong which seemed like a life time ago. She stared blankly at her single column of A+’s after every course she completed this past semester. Her enthusiasm was match only by someone forced to watch grass grow, or paint to dry. Suddenly, Devin’s hand snatches the report card from Ash’s hand, startling her.



    Ash holds her hand out the open window, smiling with embarrassment, “Dev, please don’t look at it.” Devin ignores her plea as her ice-blue eyes study the card intently. “Come on, Dev,” Ash continued, “Hand it over, please?” Even at this moment, Ash always enjoys Devin’s womanly figure. She wishes she had Devin’s build along with the milky skin and the short blond hair combed to the side - almost a boy-cut, but with longer bangs falling over one of her steel-blue eyes. She sighs in constant defeat, knowing she’s stuck with her Asian-petite body.

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    FYI, Jessi (Jessika Ryan, or Ragdoll) has been around and very infrequently posting things. Still a fan!

    Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?id=3169280
    Comic or three, which I still hope will someday be updated: http://driftwood.deadgirl.me/
    http://youngjessifantasies.deadgirl.me/
    http://ayw.smackjeeves.com/
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    After reading "Harpy Chase" in forbiddenfeast, I just typed until I was tired. Dolcett bonanza.

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    The monster town was a dangerous place to visit. The adventurers still had to go through, and rest there. Series of strange red buildings with spikes added to the menace of the mountainous villages dotted with farms, mines and mills, as well as the spectacles the adventurers saw. Monsters were strange humanoids, with a very harsh way of life.

    Culture shock happened fast as they entered the monster town.

    The entrance had a welcome sign with directions, which was fashioned from a whole skin of a captured woman nailed to a board. The skinned body could be seen hanging from a hook as an orc butcher cut it apart, not paying attention to the humans arriving at the town.

    Right at the entrance, a shrine to Demon God had a family of dark elves praying to it, in front of them, a naked, young human girl, her arms and legs tied together at the wrists and ankles like a lamb, was clearly being offered as a sacrifice. The priestess was busy oiling the girl’s breasts with prayers, the girl clearly drugged out of mercy.

    “I can’t look.” Emiko shivered, looking away.

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    I honestly expected, and would have preferred if the limits the monsters' claimed would have been a lie, and if every member of the party had been snuffed, butchered and eaten by the end.
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    >>15690
    Nah there's just something amazing about consensual snuff that gets you wet.
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    Would love to see more of this.
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    >>16193

    I have written some more from another character's perspective
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    Please post! We'd love to see it.
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    Translator note: used square brackets for comments. Originally a chinese story posted on pixiv, with accompanying illustrations that were shared on /g/.

    First post on new gchan, so no idea about formatting and all that…
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    Zhang Xiaofeng Series: Lulu's Live Steaming (Chapters 1-3)

    The Zhang Xiaofeng Series is a set of volumes published sequentially, containing a variety of detailed culinary methods for preparing the delicious bodies of females! All characters appearing in this work are fictitious, any resemblance… please quickly contact me. Haha!




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    Thanks for translating and Sharing
    So you have the Link to the original?
    Or at least the pixiv Name of the author?
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    Would love to know where it came from.
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    Seems to be this one: http://m.4444v.cc/wapbook-33/

    Looks Like a epic story of at least 21 chapters.
    Unfortunarely google translation ist Not really understandable.
    I really wish someone would translate it.
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    I just did the next few chapters and can say it may be the best story series around.
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    Oh that's a nice find, thanks for that. Didn't think to do a search but it is indeed the same work.
    Here's the pixiv that also has accompanying art already on /g/: hxxps://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=8140783

    The first 12 chapters on the webnovel site are reposted as 10 "chapters" on pixiv. It's not uncommon for chinese accounts to repost or take credit for someone else's work there. As for the art, it's clearly stated in the first post that they're just illustrations for the story and not drawn by the account owner, though I don't see them on the webnovel site. I don't know enough internet chinese to figure out if that webnovel site is the one that originally hosted the story or if there are multiple legit hosts like people do for royalroad stories, nor do I have a clue where the original host for the illustrations are if any. That site doesn't let you copy text, so I'm looking for another one.

    Anyway, google translate doesn't work well on it because it has a very native chinese feel with sentence structures that don't easily fit english, which also hurts translating. Thus the number of bad sentences in op.

    First post was a full day, nap, all-nighter and a bit more; it's pretty tough for just about three chapters and not nearly enough in terms of content, but this reminded me to look into it again.
    Thanks, and hopefully some more will go up soon.

    That said, anyone able should have a go too. I'm a huge fan of content from other languages.

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    I've been having way too many ideas and writing basically nothing, and I feel like Word's formatting options are far too distracting. Too easy to fiddle with them for hours doing no work.

    So yeah, this is just a place for me to actually start writing. Hopefully I'll get the first story up today.

    As general themes, expect a lot of piss, scat, underage and of course, snuff.
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    Freya leapt from her longship, sword in one hand and shield in the other. Daughter of the chieftain, standing at 5'7 and strong as any man, clad in shining maille with her golden hair tied up into a braid, trailing behind her in the wind, one would be hard-pressed to believe she was only 15 years old. If you looked closely enough, you could see past her battle-hardened muscles and see the youth in her features yet untouched by time, the lingering childishness in her eyes - naturally, most of her foes did not live long enough to make such observations.

    A throng of shieldmaidens clambered out behind her and gathered around. On both sides, more men and women are jumping off longboats much like hers, brandishing an assortment of axes, spears and swords. It was a sight that could strike fear into every English peasant's heart: a Viking raid!

    With a terrible warcry, the Vikings began to advance towards the nearby town of Bolton-on-Sea.

    The town was quiet, not a soul in sight; but this was to be expected. Their arrival was hardly covert. With no walls to hide behind, the townsmen have likely barricaded themselves in the church or monastery. The Vikings split into groups, the largest following Freya's father, the chieftain, who would lead the siege. The rest spread out into the town, clearing out the perimeter, pillaging whatever valuables there were and capturing any poor sods too slow to hide, taking them home as slaves.

    Freya gathered her shieldmaidens and headed west. One by one they cleared out houses and stripped them of everything of value, but there was scarcely anything to take: no coins, no silver, no seeds, no tools, no men cowering under tables or hiding behind cupboards; only crude pottery and cheap cutlery.

    Something didn't feel quite right. It's almost as if they were prepared for us - as Freya stepped into a crossway, she heard a splash, a terrible sizzle, and the echoing, agonized screams of her shieldmaidens, as if all at once - a cauldron of boiling oil had been hurled at them from a nearby window!

    Freya quickly recomposed herself from the shock and heat. Ifra had jumped in front of her with her shield at the last moment, leaving her unscathed, yet Ifra was now writhing on the ground, screaming and developing ghastly boils, much like most of her brethren; only six or seven shieldmaidens were still standing.

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    This is something I wrote before GC switched domains, and now I can't find it here. I still had my files, so I posted it on AO3 so there's a permanent link.

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/18375290

    I'm also open for story commissions if anyone's interested. Email me (the address should show up in the heading; if not, I'll just reply with it) to talk about pricing and content. I'll write just about anything as long as it's not based on real people. Anyway, enjoy this story!
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    You know, this stuff is well written. The descriptions are snappy but detailed, and the pacing was good.

    But it's not guro. It's just scat.
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    >>16060 I never said it was guro, just that I'd posted it on Gurochan before the domain switch. Scat is allowed on Gurochan, including in /lit/, so long as you warn for it (if you look at the thread title, you'll notice I did). /s/ is for images, and there aren't enough writers or story reccers to split /lit/ into two boards.

    Thanks for the compliment, though! I try to write so it could be enjoyable to someone who wasn't aroused by it, assuming they weren't disgusted by the topic. I can write gore, and it's pretty decent when I do, but scat is what turns me on, so that's what this story is about.
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    This story has a third chapter now!
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    Fourth chapter now! Lots of maids, a teeny bit of shota, and tons of accidents and desperation!

    https://archiveofourown.org/works/18375290/chapters/43618901
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    The story is complete now, over on AO3! There will be more stories set in that world, however.

    So, to recap:

    Chapter 1: A saboteur contaminates an entire town with a stomach bug, then deliberately gets sick himself, from both ends, in public.
    Chapter 2: A little elf girl gets sick in public, then goes home, where she soils her bed.
    Chapter 3: A rich merchant and several of his guests get sick at a dinner party.
    Chapter 4: The rich merchant's servants and his infant son get sick. Lots of accidents and desperation.
    Chapter 5: The merchant's wife becomes ill and has an accident during anal sex with the butler.
    Chapter 6: A band of orc mercenaries gets sick after leaving town.
    Chapter 7: As he leaves town, the saboteur finds an accomplice, and seals the deal by raping his new bitch boy and giving him a piss enema and a special parasite.

    So, head on over to AO3 if you want to read! Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18375290
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    Power Snack

    One girl shares her love of boy balls with a friend.

    FF/m, CBT, Castration, Penectomy, Cannibalism, Non-Consensual, Superhero

    "My favorite food? That's an easy one.. Boy testicles, for sure." said the well endowed blonde, as a quick, easy grin flashed across her face.

    The other three women sitting at the table just gawked at her, clearly taken aback at her rapid (and unexpected) answer.

    "When you say.. boy testicles.." began the oldest of the group, who was a statuesque, raven haired woman dressed in a brief red and blue battle suit that had gold accents, an outfit which more closely resembled a bikini than anything actually suited for combat. "What.. what exactly do you mean?"

    "You know.. their balls. Their nuts." The first woman replied simply, with a casual flick of her bobbed hair. "They're really tasty!"

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    CBT Shorts 4

    Four short stories, Central Heating, How Long..?, Elven Traditions, and Regret, all sharing the theme of casual male genital abuse, destruction, and occasional consumption. Sometimes consensual, and sometimes not, with a healthy helping of orgasm control and denial.

    1 - Central Heating, or Punishing a Panty Thief

    "Auntie caught you masturbating AGAIN, didn't she?" the girl asked, as she stared down at the nude, bound form of the boy sitting on the floor before her.

    Her question was rhetorical (more of an observation really) because the boy was also gagged rather thoroughly. A wadded up piece of fabric was stuffed into his mouth, held firmly in place by several tightly knotted lengths of plain white cord.

    "Mmph.." was all he managed through his gag, as he tried in vain to respond.

    "Tsk, tsk.." the girl tutted, as she shook her head in mock chastisement. Her amusement at his condition leaked plainly past the air of disappointment she was trying to project. "That's what.. the fourth time just since I've come to visit? Or is it the fifth..? It seems like you just won't learn, will you, dear cousin?"

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    Basically just editing, and posting all the old Waifu Wars stuff here
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    A little celebration of pokemon sword and shield
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    Raven woke up kneeling on the floor, her wrist in chains. And of course, she was complete naked. She snarled as her eyes fixed on the short redhead in the dress, and the tall noirette in the lab coat.


    “You”

    she growled.

    “Me!”

    Alice agreed happily. Lauren adjusted her glasses evilly.

    “Miss. Roth. You’re tonight's biggest loser”


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    Astrid ran through the woods in fear. Ever sense Hiccup had shown the world that you could tame the beasts, she had fallen in love with dragons. But now she remembered the terror she felt in her teenage years. The terror of being hunted by these monsters

    “Hiccup!”

    She shouted. Her naked body covered in sweat, and her bare feet splashing as the slammed into the muddy ground. A small pack of terrible terrors flew after her. The dragon rider was struck in the side by a fire bolt. With a Yelp of pain she fell into the mud, her firm ass pointed at the sky. She managed to roll over just as the swarm reached her. The four tiny dragons landed on her smooth stomach as she inhaled and exhaled swiftly.

    “Please leave me alone”

    She said as one of the terrors crawled closer to her face. It looked at her for a moment, before giving a sharp cry. The other dragons imitated the cry before sinking their teeth into Astraids muscular belly. She screamed in pain, coughing up blood as the dragons dug in. She kicked her strong legs, and tried to to pull them off but to no avail.

    “help me please”

    The viking begged tears streaming out of her blue eyes down her smooth face, though even if someone scared of the dragons there was no saving her at that point. Her bladder emptied itself against the girls will, hot piss mixing with the mud. Her eyes started to gloss over as her tongue hung out of her foaming mouth. Her legs stopped kicking and collapsed into the mud, and piss. One of the Terrors who had its fill scuttled over to her limp foot, and lapped it repeatedly. It had a softer taste compared to the girls innards, and made for a nice dessert. Astrid made a weak grunt as the wet tongue crossed her souls. If she wasn't dying, she would have found her biggest kink, and even the she couldn't feel it, her body was heavily stimulated. The lead terror reared back its head and took one last fatal bite. The viking spasmed one last time coughing up blood. In part from the intense information overload her body was receiving in death, and in part from the dragon tasting her sensitive soles, she unononcusly came. Her bare pussy coughed out a gush of discharge. The nipples on her A cup breasts leaked drops of milk as her toes spasmed much to the pleasure of the terror licking her feet. Soon she was limp. Astrid Hofferson was dead, and the terrible terrors continued to feast on her unmoving body

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    If we are allowed to suggest a pair to firght, I would love to see Clementine from Overlord go against the true form and abilities of Jack the Ripper from Fate/Grand Order.
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    >>16087 I'll definitely look into it but I haven't watched Grand Order yet
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    This story is a collaborative effort between PogueMahone and myself. If you like it, you might enjoy some of our other work, which can be found here:

    http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JestInPieces
    http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin

    You'll probably need to adjust your filters (in the top left corner) to make sure you can see all the stories.

    There are more chapters to come. Enjoy!

    ZomBFFs


    written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone



    Chapter 1: Once shy, twice bitten



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    Checking in for the season: this story is still my nut fuel. I do hope y'all are still working on stories, either on HF or somewhere else (do tell if you do lol)
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    We are; in fact, we are currently working on the next chapter to this story. However, PogueMahone is on vacation at the moment and I will be too in a few weeks, so unfortunately I expect the next installment won't be finished until late November or early December.
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    Apparently chapter 5 was released during gurochan's downtime, so here it is for the sake of continuity. For those who follow us on hentai-foundry and have already read it, the new chapter 6 is down below.

    Chapter 5: Mall to themselves

    The two girls walked through the city streets hand in hand, occasionally commenting on a zombie they passed. When they were within a couple of blocks, Clara looked up at the sky.

    “Looks like it’s around noon,” she said. “Seems like a waste to spend the rest of the day sitting in the apartment. Is there anything you’d like to do before we head back?”

    “Hm, good question. It’s not like we can go catch a movie or anything anymore. I don’t know, I guess we could go window shopping?”

    “Ooh, good, idea. If I’m not mistaken, I think there’s a mall around here somewhere. Let’s see, I think it was…”

    She turned around a few times, trying to orient herself.

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    Chapter 6: Having a ball

    Clara and Janet walked past a series of deserted store fronts before climbing another broken escalator. The scenery was much the same as on the lower two levels: broken glass, smashed furniture and the odd mauled body as far as the eye could see. While Clara looked around, scanning the signs for anything interesting, Janet walked over to a fallen bookcase that had been pushed through the window of a bookstore. Careful not to step on any of the scattered shards of glass, she picked up one of the books. The book was called ‘No pun intended – Volume tree’, and the cover featured a squid saying ‘Are you squidding me right now’ and a seal saying ‘That’s the sealiest thing I’ve ever heard!’

    “Hey, look what I found,” said Janet.

    Clara walked over to her and read the cover.

    “Seriously?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Oh well, I guess a little entertainment as we walk around this place can’t hurt. Alright, hit me.”

    Janet turned to a random page as they continued on.

    “What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?”

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    Downtime



    The young soldier grips her rifle, heart pounding in terror. The cries and moans of the wounded and dying are drowned out by the thunder and crack of gunfire and artillery. The CO walks along the trench, shouting. The girl doesn't hear the exact words, but knows that it will lead to her death. She hears a sudden silence, a break in the fighting.

    Then the whistle pierces the air, commanding her to leave the safety of her trench, to expose her young body to the enemy. Despite her immense fear, she feels her body reacting on autopilot, pulling herself up top then breaking into a sprint alongside her brothers and sisters. The enemy opens fire, cutting them down. The girl winces at the crack-crack-crack of supersonic rifle rounds flinging past her, but her run never ceases. She yells, a battle cry for her country.

    Something rocks the world, turning it upside down. The girl is left weightless and the ground leaves her. She glimpses (in brief flashes) the yellow-red ground, the bright blue sky, and a blossoming flower of dust and fire. Then gravity catches up to her, bringing her down. She sees the ground rushing up to meet her and then nothing.

    The young man (boy really, having reached his 18th year last week), advances cautiously through the pockmarked landscape of no man's land. Fellow soldiers walk alongside, rifles at low ready, bayonets attached. Bodies lay scattered amongst the craters and debris, twisted and torn. Most are months old, nothing more than skeletons with tattered pieces of leathery flesh, picked apart by the packs of wild dogs and swarms of rats grown fat off of the slaughter.

    His commanding officer signals the platoon to halt for a break, and the soldiers sigh and begin to sit down. What was once waist deep mud in the spring had turned to dry soil and dust in the summer. The boy sat down, and places his rifle beside him. He feels his hand brush against something soft. He looks, and gasps in shock.
    The face of a young girl about his age stares back, blue eyes half lidded, lips parted slightly. The boy recoils back. His gaze wanders down the rest of the body. The uniform was of the enemy, although this one seemed a size too small for the girl, hugging her curvy form tightly.


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    The Foxhole: Part 1

    It was about 0900 with the sun just beginning to break up the heavy grey cloud cover that had been rolling overhead during the night. Private First Class Patricia Reinhart is talking to her best friend, PFC Emily Barnes about the care package and letters they had gotten from relatives back home. This is their first deployment after basic training, and the two girls are as fresh as fresh could be.

    Patricia was 18, the daughter of an upper class merchant family from the capital. Blonde haired and blue eyed, she had the delicate facial features of a porcelain doll with long, slender legs and arms. The other recruits in boot camp called her "Princess" for her fair looks and demure personality, which embarrassed her mightily (although that reaction only caused her nickname to stick even harder).

    Emily was a year younger, having lied to the recruiter about her age. She was the polar opposite of Patricia. Where Patricia was tall and graceful, Emily was short and stocky. Her hair was a curly brunette mess, her skin was tanned from years of working in the fields, and her eyes were a sharp emerald green. The daughter of a poor sharecropper family, she had run away to join the Army in search of a better life. She was rough around the edges, had a dirty sense of humor, and a no nonsense way of talking.

    Despite the massive differences in their personality and upbringing, the two girls had gravitated towards each other from the first week at boot. Despite the differences they had things in common. Both had joined up to escape a strict, preordained path in life, and both respected each other's grit. The pair had quickly become sisters in arms, confidants, and simply close friends.

    Patricia munched sedately on a biscuit from her breakfast ration pack as Emily wrote a letter with all the intensity of a physician operating on a patient. The blonde smiled at the sight, then shifted her attention to the tool they were tasked with operating. Ensconced in a foxhole, the two young soldiers were in charge of an Imperial Arsenal Model 1918 machine gun, a "light" recoil operated, air cooled automatic weapon that weighed about 11 lbs. Patricia grimaced as she remembered the countless failures and malfunctions she had experienced on the cursed thing back in boot camp. If the machine gun failed, the two girls had two ancient single action revolvers that had been converted from black powder about a decade before they had been born. There were six shots available before needing to laboriously push the empty casings out one by one, and shoving fresh rounds in, manually indexing the cylinder each time. It would be quicker to use their shovels as weapons than to reload, she often grumbled.

    So lost in reverie was she that faint whistle almost escaped her attention. The whistle sounded again, louder this time. Patricia perked up and scrambled over to the machine gun, all drowsiness forgotten. Emily was right beside her, dragging a case of ammunition belts. Patricia unlatched the feed cover, opened it up, grabbed the proffered belt from Emily and stuffed it into the feed tray. She slammed the top cover down and yanked the charging handle back. Their ears picked up the unmistakable sound of gunfire further down the line, and soon they saw enemy soldiers running towards their position. Patricia squeezed down on the trigger, and the gun burst into action. It ripped into the charging group, cutting them down in large swathes. Patricia kept the trigger down, sweeping the land in front of her position with lead, her world vibrating as the gun recoiled, the awful din reverberating in her ears. There was a click and Patricia finally let go of the trigger.

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    The Foxhole: Part 2

    The assault lasted for most of the day and into the evening.

    Wave after wave of the enemy had rushed headlong into the Imperial machine gun nests and trenches, their sprawling corpses piling up in the wet earth of the battlefield. Patricia and Emily had repelled by their estimate at least 150 soldiers, and were halfway through their last 200 round belt.

    The shadows grew long as the sun set, and Patricia wondered when they would get resupplied. After hours of combat, the girls were exhausted and their nerves frayed. Emily had taken one of the "go pills" they had been issued with at midday, and now she was beginning to crash hard from the high. Patrica had to gently shake her every time Emily's head nodded forward. Patricia let her mind begin to wander. She looked at the bodies scattered in front of her and felt a wave of nausea. She had snuffed out hundreds of lives, and the girl felt the gravity of that begin to settle over her. Patricia looked down at her pale, slender fingers and shivered. The hands that had once elegantly embroidered fancy dresses and gracefully played the piano were covered in blood.

    Lost in thought, the teenager didn't notice the dark forms slowly crawl past the bushes surrounding the foxhole. Nor did she notice them slowly pad behind her and Emily. It was only when rough, gloved hands clamped over her mouth did she snap back to reality.

    By then, her fate was sealed. Her blue eyes shot wide open as her hands clawed at the muscular arms restraining her. She saw the cold gleam of a knife and felt raw terror flood her heart. Animal instincts took over. She thrashed furiously, but the arms were far too strong to slip out of. The knife struck, slamming into her breast and penetrating between her upper ribcage, the tip of the blade slicing open her aortic arch.


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    Joanna giggled as we walked through my front door. My parents had left an hour ago for the night on a trip, and I had pounced on the opportunity. Joanna had agreed to my proposal immediately, and got a ride over under the pretense of a school project. I smiled devilishly at her as I pulled her into my room and closed the door.

    She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I ran my hands down my back to her ass. I gave her ass a squeeze as I kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and I marvelled at her beauty. She had soft brown hair, firm perky tits and a beautiful ass. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She pulled me onto her and I kissed her, fondling her breasts.

    She got up and crawled towards me, pulling down my pants to reveal my hard cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, then put it in her mouth. She blew me hard, taking only occasional breaks for air. She looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, making me even more aroused. I moaned softly as I felt the cum welling up inside me and I grabbed her head, pulling her onto my dick. She didn't even flinch as I came into her throat, closing her eyes and swallowing. I let go, and she looked up at me. "Your cum tastes so good, daddy," she said, and I pushed her over, pulling off her sweatpants. Her panties were already wet, and I rubbed her clit through them, then pulled them down around her ankles and fingered her. She rubbed her clit while I stroked her g-spot, and her pussy started making wet noises as she moaned. After a while, I felt her pussy clench, and she squirted on my hand, soaking the sheets in her cum.

    She moaned loudly, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and they dripped her juices on the bed. I stood up beside the bed and she followed suit, dripping cum onto the floor. I bent her over the bed and slowly plunged my dick into her wet pussy. "Yes daddy," she moaned, 'Fuck my horny pussy." She pushed back into me as I started thrusting into her. She moaned as I pounded her from behind, and I grabbed her hair and fucked her harder. She was twitching on my dick. "Choke me daddy," she moaned, and I grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed. Her pussy started sloshing as she got wetter and wetter.

    She was turning blue from lack of oxygen, and I was about to cum. I fucked her faster and faster and squeezed harder and harder until I shot cum into her pussy. She shuddered against me, cumming from being choked and cummed inside, and I finally let go of her neck. She gasped for air, still in the throes of her orgasm, then collapsed onto the bed. Her neck was red and looked painful, and her breathing was uneven and short. Her eyes began to glaze over and cum poured out of her pussy onto the floor. I decided I couldn't let her pass out just yet.

    I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, then punched her in the stomach with all my might. Her eyes bulged and she doubled over, but I wasn't done yet. I shoved her onto the floor, then stomped on her belly.

    She choked and vomited blood, and I pulled her up and dragged her into the bathroom. The toilet was full of piss. I shoved her head into the toilet and rammed my dick into her asshole. She flailed for a moment, then stopped as I began to fuck her ass. "Fuck, Joanna, you're so fucking hot like this," I said as I hammered her ass. She didn't answer but bubbles rose from her face, still in the toilet water. Her ass was very tight, and I was already ready to cum. Just as she was about to pass out, I pulled out and came all over her back and ass, and let go of her head. She choked and spit out piss and water mixed with blood. Her hair was matted and filthy water ran down her chest. She was barely concious. I was ready for the last stage.

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    Just a short story I wanted to share. My first story! Criticism welcome
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