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    John Trimbell woke up with a start in his living room. He had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for his wife, Judy, to get home. She was out fucking her boyfriend while he waited at home. He loved licking her cum filled pussy when she got back. He didn't mind her having a lover, especially since he had started fucking his eleven year old daughter, Trish, with his wife's approval at that. Of course they were no strangers to incest, being brother and sister as well as husband and wife. His daughter, who had just turned eleven when he started fucking her, had just begun to show with his child, and she was hornier than ever. He smiled thinking of her having his baby, maybe it would be a little girl he could fuck as well. He was jolted out of his reverie by the sound of the door opening; his wife's car must have been what woke him up.
    "Hi honey, how was your date?" he asked as she came in and kissed him on the lips.
    "Lie down and I'll let you taste for yourself," came the reply, with a smile.
    "He quickly lay down on the couch and she straddled his face, hiking her dress up and pulling down her panties before sitting on it.
    "I wore those just to keep it in for you, I know you like licking his cum out of me. You should try it right from the source sometime."
    His cock, which had been spent earlier from a session fucking his pregnant daughter sprang back to life.
    "Hmmm, I'll have to do something about that," smiled his wife as she spotted his erection.
    "Maybe you could sit on it after my face?"
    "No, I don't think so."
    "Why not?"
    "You might try to cum inside me, and I'm trying to have my boyfriends baby."
    His cock got even harder at the thought of her cuckolding him and getting pregnant. He really liked the thought and it had inspired some fantastic lovemaking sessions with the married siblings.
    "I can see how you love that thought," she purred as she started to stroke his silky yet rock hard erection.

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    John Goes Gay, Trish Tries Black

    About a week later, when the pain where his sack used to be had subsided his wife was inspecting the site. The small bit of flesh that was below the band had shriveled up even more and fallen off, leaving a smooth patch of skin where the bands had been. His cock, which had once stood proudly about his balls was limp and unable to get hard. His wife had ordered some testosterone through the mail, but it was taking a while to arrive (having to come from Mexico.) Since he was feeling much better she decided on a family outing. As her eunuch husband and precocious daughter piled into the car they peppered her about where they were going.
    "Come on, give me a hint please?" implored John.
    "Why do I have to wear so much?" her 11 year old daughter whined, adjusting her clothes so more of her skin showed. The child had become quite a slut after losing her virginity to her father and seemed to always want to be scantily dressed when out of the house, and naked, preferablly on her fathers cock when in it. She was also a little on edge because her father had not been able to fuck her while he was healing.
    "You have to wear that much so people don't see how young you are, now pipe down we're here." They had pulled up to a nondescript building that just said "Broader Horizions Bookstore" out front.
    "What is this place?" Trish asked, seeming a little annoyed.
    "It's an adult bookstore," her mother said, "and they have a some private movie rooms in the back."
    "A gloryhole?" Trish asked, not sure.
    "How did you know that?" her mom asked.
    "It's not like I'm a baby, I know stuff." She insisted.
    "Well, keep your voice down or they won't let you in."
    They all got out of the care and walked in. Trish tried to act older as the passed the clerk at the front of the store. He eyed her warily as she went in, but made no move to stop her.

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    >>10007

    Is there another chapter to this? I have trouble finding any more Ducetur Manibus on this site.
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    I have a question.



    What the fuck? I don't have anything against any of this. Bur the way it's written... It's so happy.
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    Bumping because I really want more of this
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    This thread will be where all of my stories will be posted.

    The first one for this thread will be done in a few hours or in the morning, but I wanted to go ahead and start the thread due to how long it takes new threads to appear.
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    The judge skimmed the document in his hand before looking over his desk, a grimace on his face, at the young woman with should sitting across from him. Marie Myers, short and slender, with purple hair to her shoulders, watched with piercing brown eyes. Only nineteen, dressed in a grey sweater and matching sweatpants, and black sneakers, one might have assumed her to be a college student asking to drop out of a course. In his deepest subconscious, Judge Carter probably wished this to be that scenario.

    "This is a rather big commitment you have agreed to for your sister. Are you fully aware of what you're giving up?"

    Marie shifted her eyes. "Yes. I know," she muttered. "My life," she thought to herself; she opened her mouth to say it but only managed a puff of air.

    "Your parents committed treason, and the law only requires the execution of one child. It's highly likely that Ivy assisted then in some cases, which is why she was sentenced instead of you. Now I can't stop you from taking her place, but I will point out that you are giving your life for an alleged traitor."

    "Ivy's only twelve, she didn't know what she was doing. My parents brainwashed her with their fascist ideologies, just as they tried to do me. With them gone from her life she has a chance to see our parents for the demons they were. She's only a child with her whole life ahead of her, and I'd hate to see it cut short for them."

    "She may be young, but you're only nineteen yourself. Seeing as you turned your family in, we can be certain that you will make for a more valuable citizen. Ivy may not see the error of her ways, and if she so much as doodles a single swastika she will be facing execution again."

    "She might or might not come back here, but if I don't give her that second chance I will regret this for the rest of my life. Knowing that my sister died because I left her to the same demons I escaped from is worse than dying in my opinion."

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    Hello all. I felt inspired by the recent Network test for SC6 and wanted to finally create and share something. I hope you enjoy it!





    Narrator: The winner is the last man standing…



    Sophitia had backed Kilik into a corner, having knocked Kali-Yuga from his hands and approaching with sword and shield drawn. She must have Soul Edge, no matter what it takes. But Kilik too, must destroy Soul Edge—no matter what it takes. Reluctantly, he tears the protective talisman from his chest. He had been warned by Edge Master to never remove the bracelet as it was the only thing preventing Kilik from being consumed by Soul Edge’s corruption. However, he was confident that he could control the power and use it destroy the cursed blade and free himself from the curse.



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    Great work! I really enjoyed it!



    Also, that last line... are you planning a sequel? I'd love to see Cassandra meet Nightmare.
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    Cassandra’s Nightmare

    After discovering the raped and neutered corpse of her sister, Sohpitia, impaled upon the staff known as Kali-Yuga, Cassandra knew who she must seek out. She tracked the man known as Kilik to the top of the evil tower that had erected itself from the core of earth, only to find him already defeated. The young woman stood and watched as the Azure Knight drained the evil essence from Kilik, growing in strength every second. When the Nightmare noticed her presence, it threw Kilik from the ground and from the swirling core of its own body it retrieved a massive blade—Soul Edge.

    With her own blessed sword and shield, she stood ready to face the Azure Knight. Her dexterity allowed to repel the gigantic sword several times, landing her own sword strikes. But how was one to kill a living suit of armor? As they fought, she took several glancing blows from the mighty weapon, leaving her clothing tattered and nearly falling to pieces. Small amounts of blood crept from the gaps in cloth, staining the blue material into a dark black. She learned the monster’s fighting style as they battled, and began incorporating more quick spins, ducks, and leaps into her movements to give her the advantage. But the monster was learning too, and waited for her to spin horizontally. Cassandra spun herself to the left of a sword thrust, and expected to land behind the slow moving beast. But with a sudden burst of speed, Nightmare pulled back his blade and throw it upwards and away from himself. Cassandra felt a searing pain in her chest as her spun was brought to a sudden stop, and the sudden removal of significant weight from her front caused her to fall backwards onto her ass. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming out in agony. Blood and some sort of yellow, fatty substance coated the ground where she had just stood. Horrified, she stared dead ahead at the sight of her breasts lying on the floor and seeping blood.

    She looked down at the bloodied chest just to be sure, and for the first time in her adult life she could see her own lower body—sight unhindered by her large mammories. Desperate and not in her right mind, she began crawling towards the precious globes and their perfect pink nipples leaving a smeared trail of blood in her wake. Amused, the monstrous Nightmare plunged its blade into Cassandra’s back, pinning her to the ground. She nearly lost her voice screaming, as the evil weapon severed her spine. It’s prey trapped, Nightmare walked over to her severed tits and lifted its heavy, armored leg. She screamed and begged for it to stop, only to watch helplessly as the first of her gifts was flattened by the sharp boot. There was a grotesque splattering sound as red blood, cream skin, and yellow fat flew out in every direction. Some of it hit Cassandra right in the face, and she even received an unwelcome taste of her own womanhoods. Without wasting another moment, Nightmare smashed the remaining breast into a sticky paste that clung to its boot.

    Tears had begun streaming down Cassandra’s face as reality set in. Her fate would be as violent and painful as her sisters, if not more so. At least, she thought, the monster could not possibly wish to or even hope to rape her. There was no man left inside the armor, and god’s willing no manhood to take her virginity. She did not know that her maidenhood was in for much worse than an unwanted member.

    Nightmare returned to the wounded woman’s side and pulled the sword from her back. It saw that her ass was as large and healthy as her breasts were, and with a precise and low-angled strike, removed Cassandra’s ass cheeks. The woman screamed out again, hoping desperately that her body would pass out or that she would simply bleed out so her pain could end. Nightmare’s bladework had been so precise, both cheeks rested now on the other side of Soul Edge, bleeding profusely. It pushed her cheeks to the ground and proceeded to crush them as it had her breasts.

    Now it lifted the blade once more, and struck the ground. The evil seed now jutted out from the ground at a 45 degree incline. Confused and scared, Cassandra begged for mercy. Then it lifted her by the legs, spun her around, and slammed her cushionless ass to the floor. Once again it gripped her smooth legs, and now began to pull her crotch slowly into the blade. Though she resisted, what little strength she had left was not enough to save her. She felt the warm, malicious steel on her panties and then felt it part her secret lips. With a solid yank, the weapon tore into her underwear and flesh. Nightmare seemed to enjoy it itself, as it slid the poor woman’s pussy up and down on the edge of its weapon—cutting deeper and deeper into her each motion. At some point in the bloody destruction of her womanhood, she lost consciousness. Her last conscious moments would be in pain, but at least with some of her dignity still in tact.

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    oh, damn! Didn't expect to see the continuation of this after gurochan vanished. Loved it!
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    “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.



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    Second round? We gonna see the same 4 with varying deaths? Can't wait
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    >>15349 Correct! The girls who got a cons death will get a non-con one this time, and vice-versa ^^ The ways they die will all be different from the ones that happened so far, too. Sadly, it might take me a while to get to it - working on a few other projects for now :/
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    If I might request Tressa be strangled in some way, I'd be pleased :)
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    >>15355 Sorry, but I already have her (And all the others, too) death planned out, and it won't be a strangling. Hoping you can still enjoy it
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    I'm sure it'll be good, wherever it is. Strangling is my preferred method
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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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    Cool, it actually got in the system. Thought it didn't get in because of the GC.report table error thingy.
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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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    that was great shit, would love to read more from this tv show you made
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    WOW. Please make another one of this.
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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]
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    *one of the previous anonymous*

    I really liked the world building, i think it added a lot to the story instead of just having Naruto suddenly a cannibal, I would just like more detail in the cannibalism scenes from both his and the females point of view and if it fits with the story I would enjoy if there was some kind of sex between him and Ayame or a different slave at some point
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    This is really good, I like the world building and I especially like how you treated Hiruzen in this. I do hope there is some more "PENIS IN PUSSY SHIT" in the future but I'd be fine with whatever you put out if you continue this. I'm really looking forward to more.
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    Bump in the hope of some more now that gurochan is back
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    Bump to save this gem from spam
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    Anything new since gurochan has been down?
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    Anyone has the full version of Recycling Rita from Meatlover?
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    No, it wasn´t that story... But thank you anyways..
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    Conclusion:



    Rita watched the man toss the rest of the woman's severed hairless head into a gaping round hole in the floor of the room. The asian girl's head sailed through the air, spitting trails of crimson from the severed neck, and disappeared through the hole. Rita thought she heard a splash of water from below, but she couldn't be certain because of all the noise and activity in the killing room.

    Rita saw another man in the corner of her eye approach her with a machine on a mobile robotic arm that extended from the ceiling. There were pipes and wires sticking out of the machine, but Rita was more interested in what the men were doing with Suzy's body than to watch what the man approaching her was doing.

    The men pushed Suzy's inverted headless corpse over the large hole in the floor. The man with the machette flicked his wrist and sliced her large left breast open, bisecting the nipple and spreading it open so that the fat deposits could be seen. He did the same to her other massive mammory, deflowering Suzy's ample womanhood like a simple breast filet.

    'Fucking cow had a couple of big one's, eh fellas?' The man said, showing no regard for the human being he was butchering. 'Look at 'em jiggle! Wouldn't mind sticking my prick between those for awhile, eh guys?' The men laughed cruelly at Suzy's expense. 'Look! The bitch-fat is just hanging out of those mammoth milk-sacks!'

    The butcher with the machette stabbed ferociously at Suzy's inverted, headless corpse. The sharp tip of his weapon poked through the dead woman's exposed belly, through her guts and came out the back of her torso. Rita choked back a sudden uncontrollable urge to vomit as she watched the men indignantly butcher her best friend's beautiful body.

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    In Recycling Rita, for preventing STD, women can have sex one one first and last time, afterwards they dissapear.

    The story starts with Rita in the gynecologist, afterwards she is raped and sent to a "Recycling Plant" where she is killed and processed for resources...
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    Apparently i was posting the story at the same time the OP was commenting on the story posted before before. i assure you the version i posted IS the actual story requested. its one of my favorites.
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    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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    Melanie's Execution

    Officer Martin Velasquez cleared his throat.
    "Miss, its almost time."

    The woman looked up from her book.
    She let out a nervous laugh.
    "Ah, already? I was just getting into the story". She neatly placed the book down on her bunk and rose to her feet. Velasquez unlocked the cell door and opened it up. The prisoner slowly walked out, leaving a faint note of lavender as she presented herself to him. As the corrections officer cuffed her hands behind her back, he took the time to give her a look over. She really was a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was curvaceous. Her breasts seemed to strain her prison jumpsuit and her hips and waist formed an attractive coke bottle shape. Melanie's brunette hair was lustrous and glossy, although the prison had given her a not particularly glamorous pixie cut. A large firm ass rounded out the package.

    "Okay, miss. Follow me", the correctional officer said. He grabbed her shoulder and firmly walked her towards the execution chamber. Melanie was silent during her last walk. Each step took her closer to her death. The woman smiled as she thought about her kills. She savored the memory of her terrified young victims crying for their mothers, the gasps they made as her blade carved through their young flesh, and the taste of their blood, cum, and sweat. Oh how they screamed as they died in agony. Melanie felt a warm dampness grow in between her legs, and blushed. Velasquez looked over and saw her smile. "Evil bitch", he thought with a grimace.

    They arrived at the chamber. Two other guards flanked the entrance, and Officer Velasquez gave his ID and convict info sheet to the one on the left.
    "Good morning Joe, Frank", Velasquez greeted the guards, "Fine day isn't it?" "Sure is" the rightmost guard agreed. Melanie caught the guards staring at her, and looked down at her feet. "It's a shame to waste such a fine body, isn't it Martin?" Frank said to Velasquez. "You're a damn pervert, Frank. But you know the regs. You can have your fun once she's dead", Velasquez grumbled.

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    Melanie's Corpse

    Velasquez was always fascinated by the movements of a freshly executed prisoner. Didn't hurt that this prisoner was a beautiful woman. He knelt down and rolled the headless body over for a closer look.
    Velasquez unzipped the jumpsuit, and grabbed a handful of the prisoner's bountiful breasts. Warm and soft, although they wouldn't remain so forever. He continued at a quick pace, stripping her corpse naked. The officer fiddled with the keys, then unlocked the handcuffs. He placed her arms at her sides, then undid his belt. Perks of being the executioner meant that he had at least an hour to have some fun before he had to clean the mess up.

    Melanie was a very tidy and organized woman. This extended to her personal grooming habits. Her skin was well taken care of, with nary a blemish or wrinkle to be found. "Perhaps there's something to this whole virgin soul thing", he thought to himself as he ran his hands over her soft body. Naturally, he started to focus on her lower torso region. Her pubic area had a neatly trimmed bush that lead toward a pink innie pussy. It was still wet and moist from its owner's demise. Velasquez had a raging stiffy now, and he wasn't one to wait around. With a sigh, he sank his rock hard penis into Melanie's warm slit.
    The woman's flesh was still pliable, although he could tell it was definitely starting to cool down. He increased his pumping and soon began to reach his limit.
    With a grunt, he pumped her dead womb full of hot cum.
    He buried his face in her perky breasts, and sighed.
    "I wish we got more hotties like you instead of the usual crack whores and psycho grandmas" he muttered to himself. Officer Velasquez got up and pulled up his pants. He radioed the officers outside to help him with clean up.

    "Job has its perks", he thought again as he picked up Melanie's head. Velasquez looked into her dull green eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted, as if she had something to say. He grunted, and placed the head on top of her body.
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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...

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    Next? I have a few other iterations of this idea on the table actually, sort of like how I did two versions of the Hinata ramen story. One where it's not a dolcett setting and Willow grinds her pussy up for the burger in sort of secret with Buffy not knowing. And the other going the otherdirection; where Willow ends up being Bufy's waitress and talks her into ordering her.



    Actually... why don't i just give you a taste of that now?



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    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!

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    I like that version even more!
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    simply stupendous alternate version.... i do especially love that in both versions willow is paying for the meal herself too, so eager that she's even buying her own death. makes it extra hot, i feel.
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    Okay, in honor of the new site I'm posting the final definitive version of this story. What makes it Definitive? there's a sequel in the works starring Dawn.

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    Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 3=
    Tags: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, F/F, Exhibitionism, Cannibalism, decunting, toys, cooking, voyeurism, Platonic, burgers, snuff

    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.


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    "Use the sauce," she coached, picking up a squirt-bottle from the tray of food and handing it to Buffy. "It'll add some flavor, and it doubles as a lube."


    The slender, lightly calloused fingers of Buffy's left hand spread her best friend's muff as her right guided the nozzle of the bottle into the depth's of Willow's treasure. Buffy squeezed the bottle, sending a stream of tangy lukewarm sauce jetting up into the redhead's cunt, and dropping Willow's jaw in shock.

    "That should be enough, right?" Buffy asked.

    Willow's slit was tingling like a limb that had fallen asleep as the sauce reacted with her own arousal, pins and needles spreading through her sex as the sauce began to tenderize her meat for Buffy's dinner. Willow gasped for air, she could barely manage a nod and still stay standing, but that was enough for Buffy who, still spreading the redhead's meaty lower lips with her left hand, drove the metal dildo home with her right.

    Willow's peach was soaked with arousal, enough that the sauce that Buffy had just deployed in her friend's twat was hardly needed to lubricate the way. The rod slid home, the head resting gently against the barrier of Willow's cervix like they were made for each other. Willow tightened the wires of the thong and secured it in place. Now all that was left for her to do was cook.

    With the instrument of her demise fully nested inside her flower, Willow climbed up onto the table once more.


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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.



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    >>12821

    Glad to hear that you do well.

    Take your time and do what you think is right.



    In last years I reread your stories a dozens of times.

    Still remember first reading of "Ol' McJohnny had a Farm".
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    still cringy apologies.



    eat shit and die
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    Glad to see you're well, writing bug or not.



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    you first
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    Glad you are ok
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    in the tradition of this thread and this site, bumping in celebration of gurochan coming back! lol
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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.”

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    That was pretty neat.

    You know, there is also a Fatalpulse manga on the Victim Girls series with the same concept:

    https://exhentai.org/g/889443/2812ad9f32/



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