“Alright guys–” the camera was shaky and blurry, picking up only darkness before finally settling and catching on Peter’s face.

The image was grainy and tough to see, but at this point in the live-stream, that wasn’t what mattered.

The young man talks in a hushed tone.

“Is this working– one mill already… jeezus. Okay, hey guys.” He was young and sweet, a big, doofy smile under his balaklava.
“In this room–” he motions to the door he stands next to, “– is Ivy Mitchell. It’s her first time, both being filmed and actually doing it– so go easy on her.”

The chat exploded with excited, anxious comments. They were ready to see the blossoming teen work.

“Now– she’s doing some great work, but Ryan and I think we should surprise her to a little treat. So when we get close–” he held up a shimmering knife to the camera, “–we’re gonna give her a present.”


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This will be a series of stories featuring Octopath Traveler's playable female characters

Tressa: Winning the Merchant's Fair

tags: cons, f-solo, M/F, beheading

Tressa walked through the long bridge that was the entrance to the city of Grandport. She was taking her steps quite slowly - it wasn’t too typical of her, but she was being weighed down by the huge case that contained her entry for the Merchant’s Fair. Even so, she wasn’t bothered by that at all - her mind all consumed by the sights of the beautiful coastal city. Stumbling forward, she finally was able to make her way to the inn. Even if the town was packed with other merchants arriving for the Fair, she still managed to get herself a room and unload her package and her huge backpack there. With that out of the way, she left the building with much more freedom than before - and she happily ran ahead for a while, making sure to get a good look at everything that seemed interesting to her and eavesdropping on people who were talking She eventually stopped at another of the city’s bridges, asking in the beautiful sight of the ocean before turning her eyes to the massive marketplace that still awaited her, already giddy at the thought possible great deals she could strike in the various stalls there. Eventually, her eyes moved for the huge building at the very end of the marketplace - Tressa’s instinct was telling her that it was the bazaar where the Fair’s main action would be held.

Once her eyes settled on it, she couldn’t contain herself - and Tressa’s feet began to take her towards the building. The merchant didn’t walk for too long, though - as she was walking down the steps from the bridge, she saw a beautiful blonde girl in a beautiful blue dress walking up the stairs a bit below her. She looked to be about the same age as Tressa herself was, and her dress showed that the girl was a part of the nobility. However, Tressa could tell that the girl was struggling with each step she took - and eventually, she fell down, supporting herself with her hands. Seeing this, Tressa immediately ran over to her. “Are you all right!?” She asked the girl while extending one hand to her to help her get up. “Yes, thank you.” The unknown girl grabbed on to her hand, and got up. After reassuring Tressa once more that she was fine, the girl tried to go on ahead - but instead, collapsed just a bit further. “Yeah, right.” Tressa commented to herself while running over again. The girl needed some spot to rest… Fortunately, there was a nice bench just a little bit further ahead. With the strength she had earned while working in her parents shop, and the earlier warm-up with the huge wooden case, Tressa was easily able to carry the girl over there.

Deciding that the girl needed to rest after that, Tressa ended up talking to her for a bit. She had found out that her name was Noa, and that the girl’s legs have always been very weak - binding her to a stationary life that was quite boring for her. Hearing that Tressa was a traveling merchant, Noa confessed that she too once dreamt of a life like that - being able to see the world, unbound by any restrictions… Touched by that, Tressa offered to share some stories from her travels, but Noa refused. Sheepishly, she explained that she had already come to terms with her body’s restrictions. With a smile that still looked a bit sad, the noble girl told Tressa that she was able to come up with a way to escape this life she had come to hate. That piqued Tressa’s curiosity - but before she could ask Noa about that, they were interrupted. An old-looking man approached them, very happy to finally find Noa. He turned out to be the girl’s butler - and to Tressa’s surprise, she also learned that Noa was the daughter of Lord Wyndham - from the discussions she had overheard earlier, the very man who was the auction’s organizer. And if the rumors were true, he was doing it for his daughter’s enjoyment. Tressa had already known that the rules of the auction changed this year. Instead of various trinkets showcasing the world’s mysteries like usual, this time it was an auction on execution devices. Tressa was a little grossed out when she first heard about it, but now had come to terms with it - and was even able to procure one for herself that she envisioned had a good chance of winning. Combined with Noa’s words, though… Tressa realized that the girl was definitely going to use the winning device on herself. “Poor Noa… I hope she finds her solace in the afterlife…” Tressa thought to herself while watching her disappear in the crowd that was headed for the huge bazaar. Was it already time for the auction to start? “Aaaaw, I wanted to have a look at the stalls before the show started…” Tressa moaned to herself while heading back for the inn to pick her package up.

With it on her back, Tressa pushed her way through the crowd until she was able to enter the bazaar. In the middle, there was a stage, and all around the building there were rows and rows of seats, letting countless spectators enjoy the auction. Pushing her way through the crowd at the bottom, Tressa made her way to the waiting room for the merchants that were to show off their goods. Not surprisingly, she noticed a familiar face. It was Ali, the merchant she had met in Quarrycrest. Of course he’d be there; he was the one who told her about the Fair in the first place! Setting her package in the back of the room, she dashed over to him and greeted him with a smile. “Ali! Great to see you again!” She called out, and the man smiled at her in return. “Green Pea. I see you’re as energetic as ever.” Together, they chatted about their respective travels for a moment while watching the auction’s opening ceremony.


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[hard core, werebeast, size difference, non-lethal]

Ashley jaywalked through the empty boulevard, her arms swinging merrily. She liked walking around the town at night. The dry winter air was refreshing after the grueling 10-hour shift she always had on weekends. She had taken off her coat and tucked it in her backpack, letting her sweat dry out into the cold. The town she lived in was quite small, so she was not worried about anyone seeing her on this part of the town.

She was quite proud of her body. She was easily among the most attractive on her office, with natural tan skin, dark brown long hair that she kept flowing freely, and a healthy mix of muscle and fat on her curves. Although she lack mass on her ass, her bosoms’ size and softness satisfied her and her partner, and that's enough for her. Plus, if anyone really dared touch her, her stun gun on a small pocket under her pack would keep her safe.

That said, she was shocked when she soared thirty feet across the road. She landed with a sickening crunch as bone shards shred her flesh inside out. The road below her was streaked with red. Her bag flew across the sky, landing nowhere near.

She was too stunned by the fall to do anything. Her entire body were both cold and warm at the same time. A bizarre sensation enveloped her left arm. She felt her spine crack with every movement she made. Yet her mind was oddly clear. She wanted help. She screamed, but she could only hear her own blood rushing with adrenaline inside her.

After some moments laying in confusion, she sensed a wisp of movement from behind her. Using her good arm, she propped herself up to see better. However hard she struggled, she could only manage to roll onto her left side. The blurry figure on the end of the road slowly approached, but she could not tell who’s coming for her. The world was all black and blue in her eyes.

Her attacker was getting close, and they kept growing bigger in her eyes. Bigger than a man. A vending machine. A car. Soon they were right beside her, and encompassed almost half her remaining vision. The beast was as tall as a telephone pole, as built as a bear. She could make out two pairs of furry arms, each with large claws that glinted under the moonlight. Their mouth looked like it could swallow her without problem. She wasn’t sure whether their head looked closer to a bear or a wolf, but she was sure she want to be nowhere near that face. Unfortunately, that was what happened when the werebeast lifted her by her left arm up to their face, making their eyes level with each other. Hot, rotten stench wafted from their nostrils, nauseating Ashley. She didn’t know what expression was on her own face as she held herself from puking, but she swore the beast smiled at her before lifting her higher.

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She put on her brave face. The last thing she wanted to do was be an embarrassment to her friends and family.

The announcer’s voice boomed though the studio. “And now your host, Jony Ritter!”

The stage lights snapped on and the host, Jony Ritter stepped into view of the cameras. The studio audience cheered.

“As you know,” he began in his buttery-smooth, radio-worthy voice, “this week on Surprise Demise we’ve had a great group of gals, ready and willing to risk it all for fame or fortune.”

The four contestants stood each on their own pedestal—naked, bathed only in the bright studio lights.

“You’ve got a chance to meet each of our contestants tonight and watch as they competed in three rounds of grueling tasks; and now as we’ve nearly reached the end, we get to hear from you, the audience at home. It’s your time to decide. We’ll put five minutes on the clock. Text the number at the bottom of your screens to vote. We’ll keep the live vote tracker on the screen for the first four minutes, but of course our contestants and studio audience won’t be able to see it.”

The lights shifted dramatically, highlighting each of the contestants as he called out her name.

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So, not my first story and not something I started last night. Been picking at this for at least two years now and figure that its as good as its gonna get without outside input. I am gonna be posting this elsewhere (4uckedinthehead on hentaifoundry and AO3.) I will tag as thoroughly as I can think to because theres gonna be a broad spectrum of fucked up in this story. That being said, I probably wont think of everything, so be forwarned. In general, the main themes are cannibalism, slavery, mindfuckery, torture, transformation and non/semicon.

Last thing, I have about another 50k words written, in about 20 chapters in varying stages of completion and polish. If anyone would like to speed up the otherwise glacial rate I will post, hmu [email protected]

Anyone has the full version of Recycling Rita from Meatlover?

The Case File

Melanie Holstein was the librarian at Parkview High School. From all external appearances, she was a kind, thoughtful librarian, well liked by the kids and her colleagues. It didn't hurt that despite pushing 40, she still had the energy and youthful appearance of a 25 year old. When asked what her secret was, she usually just replied with some vague comment on diet and exercise. She had a pet dog, a cactus, the usual photos of relatives and friends. She even had a social media account that she kept semi active with the occasional photo or reblog.

Melanie Holstein had a secret though. A dark little hobby. Every couple months, she would go out, obsessively study a young boy for a couple weeks, then kidnap him. She would then transport the boy to a remote cabin up in the mountains to rape, before murdering him. She believed that consuming the bodily fluids of a male virgin kept her youthful and healthy. When the authorities finally caught up to her, she admitted to having dispatched about 200 boys this way. She had kept her spree going by going as far as the southwest to find a target, and by targeting boys with severe family issues. A kid with deadbeat or abusive parents wouldn't register as disappeared, they would simply be classified as a runaway.

Her routine after kidnapping was quick and efficient. She would transport the boy (who was usually sedated, tied up, and gagged) in a false compartment in her SUV. After reaching her mountain cabin, she would undress the boy (keeping him restrained on a home made surgical table). She would then wait until the sedatives wore off and her victim was fully conscious before starting her ritual. She would strip naked, then would stimulate the boy's penis until it was semi-erect. Then she would perform fellatio until the boy achieved orgasm. She would consume the first wad of cum immediately. Then Ms. Holstein would get up on top of the boy for round 2. Ms. Holstein would then ride her victim's penis until he achieved orgasm again, usually without a condom. This process usually took about an hour and a half to complete, depending on the stamina of the boy.

Then came the butchering. After resting for an hour, Ms. Holstein would wash the boy with warm soapy water. After cleaning him, she would choose one of several methods to kill her victim. Her favorite method involved turning the table on its side and slicing open the stomach and throat. After killing her victim, she would then drink one cup of blood and con

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=Tales from Omani Mei=

Just a quick story I threw together based on an idea I had last night.

Taking Apart Jaya
MtF, nc, snuff, casual, neck snap, bisection
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The small group moved between the stalls of the marketplace with ease, the crowd parting around them and turning to give them furtive glances. Few here welcomed the Keyholders, but none dared to cross them, either.

Nadya, the eldest of the group at 26, strode confidently down the lane between the makeshift stalls, long black hair swaying as her power armor carried her effortlessly forward. Beside her threatening form, Onira and Tryxia seemed small, impressively built though they were. 20-year-old Onira’s spiked hair, fierce facial tattoos, and leather jacket contrasted with 18-year-old Tryxia’s neon pink hair, tight crop top, ripped thigh highs, and short skirt.

All three were trans women, members of the Keyholders, a group of outlaws that traded with the citizens of Omani Mei on a regular basis. The Keyholder women would trade their plunder for the necessities of farming and metalcraft at generous prices, leaving whatever they did not need to sell for any to take at their will.

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Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 1


Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!


Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...


Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.


Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.

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Okay, so because of Character limits and Flood protections I can't post this story all on one go even though it's finished. I'll try and get it up as soon as I can, but my suspicion is that someone needs to reply between each of my posts so I don't trigger flooding.

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Mary Jane's Girlskin Lingerie Photoshoot
Tags: Spider-Man, Mary Jane Watson, Ava Ayala (White Tiger), Exhibitionism, F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Romantic, Objectification, Girl leather, Fingering, Oral, Fondling, Inter-racial, Girl turned into Lingerie

Mary Jane Watson was more than a little nervous as she got ready for her time before the camera. She'd been a successful model for years now, and she'd managed to avoid anything like this in her time in the industry. It wasn't just the nudity, though she'd avoided that too of course, it was this whole trend of girl-leather clothes! Of course, what had once been a fringe fad was now much more mainstream and Mary Jane could no longer afford to avoid it, at least, not if she wanted to keep working in the fashion industry. Jobs had been drying up recently and her agent had mentioned that this could put her back on the map with a fresh new daring image. Even without that though, the company had asked for her specifically and the pay was more than generous. An offer like this usually led to even more offers in the future, especially with a growing brand like Girlskin. Refusing an offer like this was never really in the cards.

Mary Jane glanced around the room to find her co-star for this shoot, Ava Ayala. Ava was stunning, a statuesque Latina beauty with a body so gorgeous that even MJ felt a little inadequate next to her. She wondered why Ava took this job. MJ was thinking about her future career, but that couldn't possibly be the case for Ava, not with what the shoot required of her.

Was the thought of what was going to happen to her enticement enough?


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Hello all. I've been a lurker here for at least a decade. Anyways I found this story. It's really good but just to short and really not flushed out as I like. So I flushed it out. Like I said it's really not mine I just rewrote it

Heads

(loli, shota, hanging, cons)

"Please, can I hang you ?", said 12 year old Johnny to his best friend.

Jenny, being 12 herself, looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean like, all the way?"

"Well yes, I was told girls die very nicely when hanged." He said.

"And I was told boys go even better." Said Jenny with a grin. "I hear they squirt and then they go limp. Tell you what: Why don't we flip a coin?"


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"So, uh..."

He had that shifty, sort of bored look that Valerie Blackford hated, the kind of look she saw more of since she opened Gemini, her tiny little brothel, wedged beneath two noodle shops.

"What do the girls look like?"

She looked at him, expression neutral despite the pang of dislike in her chest. Stupid question. Must be a new customer, just wandering in off the street. "They look like me," she said, matter-of-fact, gesturing at herself, up and down. “That’s sort of the whole thing.”

He stared, expression blank as a wiped drive.

"They're me. They're modeled off of me.”

More staring from his wet little eyes.

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Long-time lurker here to share my work. Enjoy.

Last Breath

(asphyxiation, necro, snuff, rape)

"Help!" Lisa yelled, but there was no one to help in the alleyway.

"Help!" Lisa shouted, trying at the locked doors, hoping one of them would open with her salvation.

"HELP!" Lisa screamed, her pitched voice driving the blood to Samson's cock.

Samson grasped her by the neck and flung her to the ground. The gasp she gave, striking the ground, put him on the edge.

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**Chapter 1 – A Good Day**

Until two hours ago, Dr. Aster Good had never left Fortress before, and she isn’t sure it was a good idea.

She leans forward towards the window. The ground outside is lined with what looks like long stands of twitching muscle tissue. This is what got caught in the tracks. The Armoured Penetrator II, although capable of reaching deeper into infected territories, is not meant to go to the heart of them. That it got as far as it has is a combination of good luck and careful driving.

Hoping to break free, she revs the engine one more time. The vehicle whines at her then lurches forward about an inch before snapping back. A flashing light alerts her it’s about to overheat again.

*I’m not too far. I should be able to make it*

Aster crawls into the small compartment at the back of the vehicles, where she finds a bag, a small black book, an injection gun and a shotgun. She holsters the injection gun to her side. She places the notebook in her bag, among lots of fruits wrapped in plastic and protein bars.

Her actions are fast, although not yet panicked.

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# A hot Day

It all started with taking a bath together.

They had spent the day exploring the area, a rather hot, sunny day for that matter. She had been wearing a white t-shirt loosely covering her ample breasts and a skirt. Soon enough her t-shirt had been sticking to her skin, leaving not much to his imagination.

Ten they found the pot. A big iron pot set on stones, a fire place underneath.

"There is water in it", she said. "Come on, let's cool off!". So in they jumped. Her thin t-shirt became almost transparent. He had been walking with some boner all day, now his erection grew rock hard.

"Do I turn you on?" she teased.

"Yes" he said.

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