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    "Seventy, maybe eighty…" I estimated, counting about ten by eight, with a few hollow spaces occupied by longer distance between the broken down cars the girls were bound inside of.

    There was a pause.

    "Are you sure?" My friend Gorien apparently wanted an accurate measurement for how many girls in the muddy valley were praying to their god because of us. Because of bored monsters.

    "What does it matter?" I had grown jaded, even enough to outweigh my own fear. That being "disrespectful" to my army would have me beheaded, and that was the best execution one could hope for. Except for the guy we nukes but that's a story for another day.

    "I'm just wondering what the score is. They really cost us!" He laughed. Trying to lighten the mood, he must've been more boisterous than usual, but he was always boisterous, so maybe he was just super happy given the current victory, Pyrrhic though it was.

    "You say that like we can fault them. This is what was destined to happen to them, it's not like-"

    "OH WHATEVER LET'S DO THIS!"

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    Anybody happen to have the old Blackwood stories, involving extreme torture and forced immortality?
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    I remember those. I wonder if anyone has them.
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    This one's a part of my longer FE story that's here: >>11826, but the much bigger focus on cann stuff that usual makes it seem worthy of a new thread

    Also, I've started a Patreon now - If you want to support my writing, you can go on there: https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

    Madelyn is my OC, you can read her introduction story here: >>15413

    Young Lady of Askr 2: Springs of Pleasure
    tags: cons, F/F, cann, amputation, debreasting, decunting, crushing, boiling, neck snap, cut wrists


    Madelyn strolled through the halls of her father’s castle. She was just a bit tired, and it showed - her steps were pretty slow and her cheeks, usually warm and red with a blush, were now quite pale.
    “Heeey, you! Yes, you! The girl with the green hair!” Suddenly, Madelyn heard a voice calling to her. Turning around, she saw a short girl in a short, pink dress go towards her. She had blonde hair with purple strands mixed into it, hair that was tied into rings on the sides of her head. Her face wore a wide smile and such an innocent expression that Madelyn couldn’t help but think just how cute the girl looked. When the girl saw that Madelyn reacted to her voice, her eyes laughed as she spoke again.
    “Hi! I’m Elise! I noticed that you looked pretty tired. You should relax, right now! I’m already going to the hot springs now - my sister and the Hoshido princesses are waiting there for me. Wanna go with us?” The girl’s sweet, yet high-pitched voice was juuust a bit annoying, and Madelyn wasn’t sure she’d want to listen to it for much longer. But just turning the girl down sounded like a waste…

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    With her lower spine crushed, Camilla could no longer feel her lower body at all. That, in turn, made the feelings from her upper half all the more intense - especially the strain on her chest. Camilla could tell that it was at its limit - just one more stone, and then it’d give in! Although she had troubles controlling her eyes now - all the pain caused them to bulge hard within their sockets - she still looked to one side and to the other, excited to see who would be the one to end her life. She’d be fine with either option - be it Hinoka or Madelyn. Her heart, which was already having troubles beating, skipped quite a few beats as she saw the short-haired redhead head back towards her. Hinoka always enjoyed dominating her… Camilla was certain she’d be delighted to watch her stone kill her. Her eyes held nothing but love and happiness as she watched Hinoka take these final, fateful steps - until Hinoka placed her final stone on top of Camilla and let go of it.

    The moment she did, a loud crack could be heard as Camilla’s rib cage caved in. The whole tower dropped a few inches down as Camilla’s sternum gave way, the stones finally going further into her chest. Her broken ribs were forced into her lungs in a series of painful stabs within the tenths of a second, but Camilla had no time to react to the new, strong pain. The bottom stone came down right afterwards, and her lungs were squeezed through the back part of her ribs instead - coming out of them as just strings of meat. Even more important what was happened at the center of her chest - the stone had quickly crushed her heart. Without it, Camilla’s already devastated body started to shut down. The Nohrian managed to keep the loving look in her eyes in her final moments, with Hinoka knowing exactly what it was as she looked at her face. By the time the stone tower came to a stop, resting on the ground with the upper part of Camilla’s spine also splattered, the purple-haired princess was already gone - but a warm smile still covered her lips.


    As Camilla’s life ended, Madelyn also arrived near the corpse. She had her sword with her - eager to take the purple-haired girl’s head from her while it was still warm. Elise, on the other hand, was there the entire time - watching Camilla’s final moments with a very focused look on her face. “S-She’s really gone now?” She asked Hinoka, and the redhead nodded back at her. Even if she already knew that deep down in her heart, a confirmation like that affected her deeply. Her big sister was truly dead… Elise couldn’t contain her happiness at the thought! Even if Sakura was a dear friend, seeing her die did not influence her too much - but Camilla’s death was different. Now, Elise was more excited than ever to die herself and join her sister again. But first, she was overcome with desire to touch her sister once more. She ran towards Camilla without thinking - and failed to stop in time. The blonde ran right into the stone pillars that just took her sister’s life. The force her energetic, young body carried because of her excitement was enough to topple the tower over - the ever-burning stones all falling into the small spring behind her sister’s body. Elise fell over too, landing right on top of the Camilla pancake - her elbows stopping her forearms before they fell into the water. That left Elise in just the perfect position to see what effect the stones had on the water in the spring. The frequent gurgles and the way it’s surface was now simmering, along with the bubbles constantly bursting on the surface, made it clear what was going on - all the stones falling into the spring rose the water’s temperature to the point of boiling.

    “Huh. I’ve never had a boiled girl before. Wonder how would that taste.” Madelyn commented from above her while looking at the bubbling water curiously. “I can help you find out!” Elise called out excitedly as she got up again. “You will?… Thank you!” Madelyn replied in surprise, caught off-guard by Elise’s sudden declaration. “No worries!” Elise called back at her - and before Madelyn could react at all, jumped right into the boiling water.

    Ah, the extremely hot water tickled! Elise wasn’t bothered by the pain that bloomed in several spots of her body as most her her body disappeared beneath the spring’s surface - just her head sticking out of the water. Her skin quickly reddened, blisters appearing all over it as more and more pain began to flow through her body. However, these stabs of agony only made Elise giggle - the blonde Nohrian enjoying all these new sensations a lot. Her pale skin quickly reddened, with Elise running her hands across some of the spots that hurt the most - and her own touch making her shiver in pain in the water. As the water was boiling, bubbles of air formed in it all around her - sliding against her body on the way out of the water and irritating her boiling skin even further. But
    Elise enjoyed that too, really happy to feel the touches on her skin. She happily played around in the spring, going around it and splashing the water around. While moving in the spring, she got splashes of water onto her face - with it growing red just like the rest of her body as it and the hot steam both continued to hit it. Eventually, Elise decided she wanted to feel even more of the water. Her hair was still tied up in buns on both sides of her head precisely to avoid getting it too wet, so she couldn’t submerge her head properly - but there was nothing stopping her from placing her face directly into the bubbling water. Aaaah~! This was so relaxing! However, as she felt more bubbles hit her on the face, fresh pain came from her eyes - and once she pulled her face out of the water, her vision was really blurry. She blinked a few times, hoping it’d clear the water away and let her see again - but it was no use. The hot water began to work directly on her purple eyes, eyes which were not able to withstand such a high temperature. Forcing them to do so for even the short time like Elise did was devastating - the whites of her eyes halfway melted in mere seconds. To Elise’s surprise - one that the girl enjoyed a lot, still - her eye matter began to leak out, huge white spots appearing on her irises as her half-melted sclera began to trickle down her face. In such a short time, Elise had completely ruined her eyesight - her vision going completely dark while she tried to move around in the spring again. Her lack of sight was making it a bit harder, but Elise wasn’t going to let something like that get in the way of her fun.

    While Elise was really enjoying herself in the spring, her body wasn’t receiving it as well as she was. The thin layer of fat just below the girl’s skin began to melt as the outer layer of her body got too hot. Within long, her skin was done for - with huge flaps of it coming off and exposing her flesh directly to the hot water. Her meat was already heated up through her skin, cooking it a bit already - with the first hints of the smell of cooked flesh already in the air. These intensified as parts of her meat were now directly affected by the boiling water, getting more soft and tender than they were before. Because of that, Elise found it much harder to move in the spring as much as she did - so in the end she just sat down near one of the edges. She did not want to, but as her limbs were cooked, they stopped doing what she wanted them to. The water was merciless, though - continuously affecting the blonde royal. With her muscles completely soft, the nerves that controlled them were the next to be affected. As they shut off, the temperature too high for them to work, Elise gradually lost control over the rest of her body. With that also came a numbness - she was no longer able to feel the stabs of pain she enjoyed so much from the body parts she had lost contact with. However, her insides were still working - though their temperature was on the rise as well. Before long, her organs started to boil as well - bringing Elise more pain to keep her entertained. Her stomach, filled with pieces of Sakura’s meat, began to sizzle around them as her stomach acids began to boil too. And once her other organs began to boil, it wasn’t too long until her blood started to boil too. However, Elise wasn’t really able to tell that it did - the only signs she could get of it happening were the burning feelings within her lungs and her heart. Her heart still worked hard, causing her blood to circulate - but the boiling blood began to affect it too: All the way until her heart gave out. As that happened, Elise went completely limp in the spring - but the boiling water would keep working on her for some more time. Just like her big sister, Elise died with a smile - a blissful expression on the younger Nohrian’s face as she drifted away.

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    Did I miss something because I don't remember Madelyn killing Kirran's Hisoka at all.
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    This story was originally posted to Ravishu.com by Beater. I am posting it here without their permission for the sake of sharing.

    2095 AD: DevilFit Gym, New London.

    It was still early in the morning when her eyes started to flicker awake. With little to no lighting in storage, her slumber continued for an extended period, allowing her to rest for a tiny bit longer. For whatever reason, Ruth had woken up earlier than what was usual. Everyone else must have still been asleep in their lockers because with the exception of the various machines connected to her, everything else was silent.

    She thought about trying to fall back to sleep but knew that it wouldn't be long before she would be forced to start the day. A couple minutes of extra rest hardly made a difference for her. She wasn't designed that way. Instead, Ruth chose to remain awake, despite of it being far more comfortable to be in her locker while she was unconscious.

    Everything was running smoothly in her computerised coffin. The sockets restraining her arms and legs still fit like a glove, were adjusted perfectly to her measurements and prevented any unwanted movement. To avoid her body cramping from being restrained, she would receive moderate shocks from multiple electrodes that were strategically placed on every part of her body. A particularly nasty one just zapped her asscheeks whilst she thought about them.

    With her held secure, other necessary maintenance devices were also running on her, the same way they had been running all throughout the night. A scanner burnt off any traces of body hair to leave her skin unnaturally smooth while two mechanical claws exercised her cunt and asshole, keeping her nice and tight for customers. The claws still hurt, she had slept in this locker for 3 months now but still couldn't get used to its sharp digits.

    Then there was the breasts pump system which was something else entirely. It was designed to clean and filter out her synthetic mammary glands. Through the injection ports that were used to flavour her shakes, two sharp tubes pumped a cleansing substance that was then milked out of her. A separate tube was in her mouth, providing her with a high nutritional mixture that tasted like raw sewage while further tubes were jammed up her nostrils so that she could breathe.

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    Part 2: No Pain, No Gain

    The sheer violence was what stood out the most as he continuously whipped her. It resonated through her with each and every painful lash, sending razor sharp sensations of agony that burnt like fire, over and over again. He just kept on whipping her, holding nothing back as he set up his body for yet another thrash, throwing his weight behind the swing so that the braided whip would really slice across her already aching breasts.

    Her body reacted to the strike without her even realising it anymore. Whilst restrained by her wrists, there was no where for her to go to shield herself from the punishment but she twisted around anyway as the newest welt began to form on her otherwise unblemished skin. It just hurt. It always hurt. No matter how many times she went through this, it never stopped hurting.

    Looking on as the man once again prepared himself to deliver yet another lash, Ruth helplessly wondered whether or not her pain was lost to him. He simply didn't care about how much he was hurting her. He didn't need to care either. After all, he was free to hurt her as much as he wanted and there wasn't a single thing that Ruth could do to stop him. She couldn't even beg for his mercy.

    Despite of how much she wished the pain to come to a end, she helped her client carry on as he warmed up. Instead of sobbing for him to stop, she soldiered on, taking blow after blow, acting as nothing more than a whipping post for the man to destroy. It should have scared her to see just how much he was enjoying doing this to her but for whatever reason, she decided to respond only by encouraging him to go on.

    Ruth turned back around so that she was facing him, struggling to pivot herself on her increasingly unstable legs that were shaking and marked with vicious welts. Now looking directly at him, she knew she was going to regret it but she foolishly did what she always did without regarding her own wellbeing. The chip forced her mouth to smile but it was through her own will that she chose to cutely smirk.

    Her face was red with flushness from the incredible levels of both physical and mental stress that the whipping was causing her, and black streaks of ruined mascara were dripping down her cheeks but the man played almost no attention to the obvious signs of suffering that could easily be seen. All of his focus was squarely on Ruth's smirk. From his perspective, he had been whipping her at full force and yet this cunt had the nerve to smirk at him.

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    That is as much of the story as exists at this point in time; or at least as much as has been posted on ravishu.com.

    I highly recommend that site by the way, its extreme board is full of great stories.
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    A few months ago our city got hit by a hurricane. After seeing what it had done in the Caribbean a few days before, most people decided to flee further inland, boarding up houses and shop, in the hopes that they would still be there when they returned.

    When the storm finally hit, it wasn't as strong as predicted, but it still managed to create a lot of damage, especially to the only mall we had, a huge beast located a few miles to the north of my house. The people that built it hoped that the town would expand into it with time, but after a recession and the closing of the biggest factory in town, the population declined and the mall ended up being too big and too far away. Most shops closed, never to open again, and by the time the hurricane came only a handful were still open.

    That's why, after the building was damaged, they just abandoned everything inside, promising they would tear it down. It wasn't easy to get in, as the windows were still boarded up, and once inside the place was really dangerous, but that never stopped teenagers looking for something thrilling.

    And that is why I was inside it, walking along the lower level with my friends and my little sister in tow. I hadn't wanted her to come with us, as she was only 14 years old and a real baby, but my mom insisted and I knew it was useless to fight her.

    After threatening to leave her in there if she said anything stupid in front of my friends, we all went in, laughing nervously as we looked around. We were all very nervous, and despite our false bravado, when we got to the other end and one of us suggested we turned around, we all agreed.

    We turned back and went towards the front door, where someone had pulled apart one of the boards, leaving just enough space for us to crawl inside.

    When we were outside, laughing happily now that we were outside and under the sun again, I noticed that Emily wasn't with us. Desperate, I ducked inside again, but I couldn't see her, and I told them we had to go back for her.

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    Thanks! Glad to see that people like it. I hope to have a new story finished soon.
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    Very good
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    Hey, it's nice to be see that people liked this one!
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    Awesome
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    Good story
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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.



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    >>15599
    I faped hard to this! :D Shame there are only the two of them. But damn its hot! I hope next we gonna get some anal and breast/head play! :D
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    I checked your other stories and they are ok (skin suit part in that zombie one was HOT) but they are 90% happy "noone important dies or get hurt for reall" kind. In this one at least Lara body is actualy dead even if she respawn in a new one. I prefer my dead bodies to be dead. :) But despite that and how silly(if not borderline retarded- sory but its true) some of the characters act in those other stories they are well made and writen.
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    Haha, we cater for a very specific kink and our focus on kinda silly and non-lethal gore is not gonna be everyone's preference. I'm glad you can get some sort of enjoyment out of them though!

    And yes, I have a special place in my heart for skinning
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    >>15611 well at least this story have a proper necrophilia. And I hope you will do more symilar stories with some sexy Dead girls! :D
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    A Pixiv artist named Maximignon and their fabulous Vore/Cann artwork recently caught my eye. The image below, in particular, caught my fancy and I've decided to use it as the basis for an interactive story, like the Vore House tales from DeviantArt!

    Check out the attached artwork, read the intro and get ready for updates as characters are voted into the maws of the waiting critters!

    VORE BEACH BIDDING PARTY

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    INTRO

    It was a gloriously sunny day at the beach. People, blankets and giant umbrellas were strewn across the beach and into the water.

    "This way crew! Chad, Danielle and Sasha set up the stage and speakers last night so we're ready to roll!" Called out a buxom blonde babe in a blue bikini.


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    I tried to comment on your blog, but it didn't seem to show up. I'm not sure if it just got caught in a spam filter or something, but I'm posting my vote here as well just to be sure:

    My vote is for Melanie. My bidder is an expy of Kaname Madoka (from Puella Magi Madoka Magica). Pink-haired Japanese girl with an incredibly sweet and caring personality, occupies the shy-and-cute end of the sexiness spectrum. She joins the volunteers after making her bid.
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    >>15404

    Frustrating that your post was blocked. I've reviewed the settings and, aside from some sort of Blogspot error (irritatingly likely…) there's nothing that should stop posts.

    If you've got a gmail account and log in with that, that should help. As long as you're ok with having your gmail tied to your post.

    Otherwise, email me your post/feedback. In the meantime I'll get a few friends to test posting to see if I can figure out what's up.

    Glad you're enjoying the story!

    Cheers,
    Bill
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    >>15404

    Oh, also, no underage characters.

    So we're clear.

    I also won't add pregnant characters on account of personal preference.

    A cute, pink-haired character in their 20s though? Super legit!

    Cheers,
    Bill
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    Bit of a slacker here - forgot to post Round 03 so I'm going to add 2 rounds to the mix right now.

    ROUND_03

    "Well, well folks - we've had two of our luscious volunteers get themselves fed to these hungry critters. Which one of our assembled lovelies do you think will be next to get devoured?!?" Jenny called out to the assembled crowd and was met with a raucous cheer.

    "Will it be our resident ginger, Melanie?" Jenny indicated a busty redhead who snapped finger guns back at her and squeezed her boobs at the audience.

    "Or, will you make the day for the amaaaazingly-chesty Danielle Dawson?" Jenny called out, indicating the huge-busted brunette beauty who strutted forward with her boobs thrust out.

    "Come on people! Feed these giant titties to something!" Danielle called out, indicating her massive melons.

    "Would you prefer the lovely Sasha?" Jenny asked, gesturing at a giggly pink-haired babe with tattoos down her arms, big pink-nippled breasts and a thick cock with a metal prince albert ring through the tip.

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    And, as promised, Round 4!

    ROUND_04

    "Yum, yum, yum and more yum!" Jenny called out to the growing audience. "It seems we're not just eager to please, we're also delicious!" She beamed, gesturing at the gaggle of gorgeous volunteers behind her on the stage.

    "And eager to raise money for a good cause." Purred Naomi, the professional-looking futa babe with long brown hair, a full 12" cock and a great, round, set of tits riding high on her chest. "Like what you see? Want to watch it get slowly devoured and digested?" She cooed, entwining her hands into her lustrous hair and posing to present her firm breasts, toned body, and erect cock. "Come on then, bid high and vote for me. I'd love to put on a show for you…"

    "You want a show? Turf that tame babe and serve up some hot sauce!" Barked the freckled redhead, Melanie, as she shoved her fists under her impressive breasts and bounced her ample assets atop her knuckles. "You got that, ripe titties and an ass that won't quit!" She crowed, spinning around to cock her hips and present her ass. Grinning over her shoulder she gave her pink butt a sexy wiggle and smacked it, hard enough to leave a hand-print. "Ooh! Yeah, that's delicious!" She laughed, jiggling her ripe rump before spinning back around and sticking her tongue out at the crowd. "Go on and vote for me you wimps!"

    "You want a show?" Drawled the huge-busted Danielle Dawson, shoving her massive chest out and caressing the huge, thick-nippled, globes of her oversized breasts. "These are the headliners right here. Bid away and make a feast out of these babies. If you're the big bidder and vote for me I promise to go down any way you want me to…" With a wink she gyrated on the stage, teasing the audience as she groped and squeezed her gigantic breasts.

    "Oooh, yes, I'd love to give you a show…" Breathed the femme dude Hythe as he minced up to the front of the stage and dropped to his spread knees, presenting his long, pale, cock and offering up the leash attached to his slave collar. "Make me yours?" He teased.

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    Lt. Colonel Rosie Lucas shifted her head to look behind at the enemy chasing her. The RWR alarm warbled in her ear as the Osean fighter jet doggedly stuck to her tail.

    She grit her teeth, sweat pricking her skin. This guy was persistent, and that was dangerous. The missile warning tone blared and Rosie's vision darkened as she juked left in a 9g turn. She could feel her F-16C shudder and creak under the stress of her maneuvers. But the enemy fighter wasn't shaken off. Rosie rolled her aircraft and went into an inverted dive through a swathe of cloud. She leveled off and swung her head back behind her.

    For a moment, she felt relief. The OADF fighter jet was nowhere to be seen. That feeling was shattered when a burst of 20mm cannon fire ripped through her right wing and fuselage. The Osean screamed past as her Falcon twirled through the air, trailing smoke and fire. The warning light panel on her right side lit up like a Christmas tree. Fuel flow, oil pressure, engine fire, and complete loss of control over her right wing flaps and stabs. Rosie wrestled with the controls as her plane screamed down towards the bright green jungle forest. The altimeter quickly dwindled down to double, then single digits within the blink of an eye.

    Rosie knew she was as good as dead. 37 years of memories flashed through her brain and she screamed an expletive as all 26,000lbs of fighter jet dug itself into the wet earth and exploded. A bright orange and black mushroom sprouted into the bright blue sky.

    "Trigger splashed a bandit!"
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    "Bajonet! Bajonet, come in!"

    …silence…

    "Please!…"

    Lt. Jessie "Pinky" Sanders sobbed and blinked through tears under her oxygen mask, as she looked over her shoulder and saw the mushroom cloud.

    She also saw the twin smoke trail of a OADF F15C Eagle, climbing with full afterburner back up through the thin cloud layer above.

    And there was no parachute.

    No breach of radio discipline would bring her wing leader back to life.

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    That was so close to necrophilia… damn! :D still i bet those who like air combat deaths will like those stories a lot. They are well made. I just wish there was some combat deaths with necrophilia after. Kill your enemy and after that play with/ humilate/ fuck her corpse! :D <3
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    Ehm… Aircombat + Necrophilia?

    Unless you like your steak "well done" I'm not exactly sure how that's supposed to work.

    Usually after these fighters crash the report reads somewhat like:

    "We were able to identify the body of the pilot, Lt. Colonel Rosie Lucas, after conducting DNA analysis of her left thumb. This was the largest identifiable body part found in the vicinity of the wreckage."

    …

    No mind you, there are still some things you can do with a thumb, especially if you're female, but I'm not sure that's what you had in mind.


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    Yeah, the only way you'll get some air combat necrophilia is if the pilot ejects over enemy territory and gets acquainted with the unfriendly locals.
    That, or you go back in time and have some WW1/WW2 era dogfighting.
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    This is more or less what I was thinking.
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    Those are your stories and i just sugested it. :)

    As for how- you got other planes not just jets but even in those pilot can escape his broken bird, land in enemy teritory get shot even when descending on a parachute or crash down with a broken one and be found dead hanging from a tree by a bored horny soldier on a patrol… who decide that a hot big boobed girl hanging from a tree is better then any hole he can get back in base camp.

    There are many things you can do. A pilot eject and xxx happens.

    You also got copters those crash leave corpses mostly in one piece and a few to chose from (if a little burned up if there was a fire ). XD
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    Okay, I'm not too sure about this,it may be a bit too light for this place. I may continue it, dunno.

    Riff's head stirred as he recovered slowly from unconsciousness. Mouth dry as sandpaper, blurred vision, feeble limbs, the works. He was lying on his back, apparently on a bed or at least a mattress, attempting to get up proved futile, all four of his limbs were tied down to the bed's corners. Trying to keep his cool he tried taking a look around the room. Despite being completely naked, he still had his sunglasses on, thankfully. Although the room he was in was almost completely devoid of sunlight, it had only a tiny barred window on the far right corner. The only things he could make out with his fuzzy eyesight was some kind of table next to the bed and a door to the far left. As if on cue, the door opened shedding a little more light to the room momentarily, before the female figure that stepped in closed the door again behind her. The sound of bare feet taking steps on tiled floor drew closer. He might as well call out to whoever it was, but the only sound he managed to make was a pathetic, awkward croak.

    Ah, you're awake Riph. Great, I'm here phor you.

    Riff's blood froze. He would recognize that voice unmistakably no matter how bad shape his head was in.

    Sasha? No. Her name is Kusari. How? Why?

    He turned his head towards the woman in an attempt to confirm it. She had her back turned and was leaving some stuff on the table, but he made out the short blonde haircut. She turned around and walked to the bed with something in her hand. She didn't appear to be wearing anything more than a tank top and panties.

    No worries honey. I'll take care oph you.

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    Over in /req/, there was a request for me to repost these stories of mine. So, here they are.



    Gonna have to do a coupe posts worth, as there's 28 pages in my document.







    “Hello! And welcome everyone to the Sailor Scouts Snuff Show! In every episode, we look at a request by you, our audience, and if we decide to go for it, well, you'll still have to pay!” The voice of Sailor Moon came over the moving sign advertising their services.

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    Feel free to post your own ultra-short stories here, as long as they are around 100 words. :) Or request a story or two: I'm into non-con, snuff, something involving school girls or the military.



    Vivisection



    The mayor’s eldest daughter Catherine screamed in utmost despair as the Japanese officer opened up her stomach with a swift slice downwards from his sword, warm intestines and visceral organs poured out in a steaming pile on the ground in front of her. He then reached into her hollow cavity and sliced out the poor girl’s uterus with near surgical precision.



    If she managed to stay alive enough, she would have gotten a good taste of her own sex organ and semen of her rapists as the content of her violated womb was forcefully emptied into her gaping mouth.
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    It was always fun to watch a lady "ride the lightening."

    Strapped down in a chair, two metal dildos fucking her ass and pussy, with clips on her nipples and clit. Watching the voltage run through her, making her bounce up and down as the metal toys fucked her. they would never do it quickly, always drawing out her death, forcing her to have painful Cummings before they take it out.

    Bring popcorn. They do this every weekend, and it takes an hour for a girl to die.
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    "Harder!" she commanded.

    I pushed it deeper.

    "Hardeer!!!" she urged.

    I had to use my full weight to stick it any further.

    She cried, then whimpered, then asked… "harder…."

    I took a step back then kicked the pole into her.

    "Haaaaaarrghhbl…." she cried, as the thing went out her mouth.

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    "Harder!" she commanded.

    I pushed it deeper.

    "Hardeer!!!" she urged.

    I had to use my full weight to stick it any further.

    She cried, then whimpered, then asked… "harder…."

    I took a step back then kicked the pole into her.

    "Haaaaaarrghhbl…." she cried, as the thing went out her mouth.

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    "Harder!" she commanded.

    I pushed it deeper.

    "Hardeer!!!" she urged.

    I had to use my full weight to stick it any further.

    She cried, then whimpered, then asked… "harder…."

    I took a step back then kicked the pole into her.

    "Haaaaaarrghhbl…." she cried, as the thing went out her mouth.

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    =Slicing fetish=
    Did you ever use an egg slicer? Those with thin wires.
    Imagine I'm the egg, and those wires are a monofiliament grid.

    It doesn't really hurt. If you slice me slowly, you see my boobs squeezed a bit before the wires sink into me. Feels really satisfying! They suddenly go in, like 'slurp'. Butt cheeks, too! Just slice me all the way!
    The cuts are so thin, they heal up in minutes.
    But until then, you can pull them wide open and look inside me. Feels so weird!
    Just please don't turn the artificial gravity back on, that'd get messy!
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    Uravity's Last Fight
    F/F, Shapeshifting, Doppelganger, Oral, Fingering, Bloodplay, Snuff

    Uraraka Ochako was in heaven as her lips met those of her crush, Izuku Midoriya, the hero Deku! It was the end of the school year and after dozens of trials and tribulations she'd finally worked up the courage to confess her feelings. She'd been so nervous! But she'd invited Izuku over to her house and she'd confessed right there in her living room!

    And he felt the same way! Uraraka could barely believe it! Her crush! The amazing boy that had captured her heart; felt the same way about her as she did about him! It was incredible! Uraraka leaned into her crush's lips, so warm and full of life, savoring the moment. This was everything she'd ever dreamed about!

    They were in her bedroom now. The first kiss led to more, and Uraraka had managed to pull Izuku towards her bedroom door and open it all without breaking the kiss. She could feel Izuku's hands reaching up beneath her shirt and feeling their way up her belly and back to where her bra was hooked together. She let Izuku unhook it without any protest, shrugging her shoulders to let it fall onto the bed beneath them. She smiled through the kiss, moaning softly until suddenly…

    *Pain!* Stabbing pain hit her right between her thighs!

    Uraraka stumbled back breaking the kiss to look down. Her Underwear had vanished earlier, tossed to the side on their trek toward her bedroom door, and now Uraraka was wearing only her skirt to cover her modesty. She couldn't see what was wrong…


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    Glad you liked it!
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    I don't know what I was thinking. I was so mad at my mom that I just took off. I didn't care that I was in my tank top and shorts. I didn't care how far I walked. I just left the house. I must have been walking for at least an hour. I was down this part of the dirt road that I had never been on before. Just when I was about to turn back, a white van with no windows pulled beside me. Two men jumped out before I could figure out what was going on. I may have started to run. But before I knew it, one of them pointed some kind of gun at me, but a bullet didn't come out. A couple of metal hooks did instead, piercing me on my left chest. I felt my muscles contract violently as I fell to the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

    They tied my wrists and ankles, and carried me inside the van. One of them kept me down by straddling me, and holding my shoulders down. I tried to push him off, to free mysef, but no matter how hard I tried, he was just too strong. Then I remember the two men, one grabbing me by my legs, the other grabbing me by my shoudlers, carrying me inside a house from the van, and down a dark basement.

    And now here I am.

    My arms and legs have been cut free.

    "Take off your clothes, little girl," one of the men says to me. He is short, fat, and bald. Maybe middle aged.

    I'm scared. I've never taken off my clothes for anyone before. I can barely move a muscle.

    "Take them off, or we'll punish you," the other says. He is tall, slender. Older, with a more menacing face.

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    He woke up in a dark musty room. To his surprise, he was completely naked. He was lying on a concrete slab, slightly angled so he was almost vertical but not quite. His hands were cuffed directly to the slab above his head. His feet were cuffed similarly so that he was spread eagle, leaving him incredibly exposed.

    A slender, mid 20s, red headed female stepped out of the shadows wearing only a doctors lab coat. For a moment his panic subsided. “Oh thank god it’s you, Katie. Go get help! Where are we?” But Katie stood in silence… staring at him… hunger in her eyes. “There will be no… help.” Said Katie coldly.

    She walked slowly up to Allan, who was starting to suspect it was Katie’s doing… him being in this place and this position. “K…Katie… wh… what are you doing?” Allan said.

    Teaching you a lesson… “but…but what do you mean?!” Allan stammered.


    She firmly grabbed his balls in her right hand and dug her nails into his scrotal skin. He let out a small yelp as she clamped down. “I wonder how many times these big beautiful balls of yours drained your cum on my face after your football games Allan…” she said slowly, her eyes drifting upward from his hardening manhood to his face. “I wonder how many times your huge cock that you’re so proud of pumped cum into some bitches cunt behind my back…”

    Allan’s face went pale “I… I… would never cheat.. on…” he stammered. She pulled out her phone, made a few swipes on the screen and flipped it around to face him. He watched the screen horrified at the evidence against him. There he was, at the last frat party, with a line of freshmen Zetas kneeling naked on the couch. The room cheered him on as he went from pussy to pussy, plunging his ten inch cock into their cunts as far as it would go before they started to whimper from the size of it.


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    Repost at the request of an anonymous reader in the 'Terry, Jen and the Terrigenesis' thread.

    This story is also available in PDF format: http://s000.tinyupload.com/index.php?file_id=04929501319408577828

    If you like it, you might also enjoy some of my other work: 'Lara Croft and the Temple of Tezcatlipoca', 'Extreme Holiday Sluts', 'Tina's TSA Trouble', 'Spring Cleaning' and 'Terry, Jen and the Terrigenesis'.

    Susan: a Girl Apart
    written by Mephistopheles and JestInPieces

    Foreword

    In 2013, an author by the name of Mephistopheles wrote a story on the literature section of gurochan entitled ‘Susan’, containing the first two chapters of this story. I really enjoyed the concept, so while we were waiting for the third chapter I decided to write a short chapter about the morning after.


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    JestInPieces, if you're still around, can you please check your email. I'm an old writing partner of yours (from the time when I knew you as just Anon, so _that_ email address), and I sent you something I promised a long time ago, along with some general words on the whole thing. I know that you still have access to that email, but I have no way of knowing whether you check it often or only once in a few months.

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