I have no idea what you're talking about. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Is this still a thing? I was kinda excited. It would be a shame if it just died

I vote for Samus to win, even though in a battle, I think Ventress would be more likely to. Sure the armor might hold up to a couple glancing blows, like that of Darth Vader, but a well trained Sith, who deflects laser blasts all the time won't be too out of her element vs. a power beam.

Maybe the Morph Ball Bombs and Power Bombs will have an effect, but I wouldn't count on it with force lightning and force push to keep Samus from getting close as a morph ball, and punishing her if she does. Missiles might be less useful.

I just like Samus as a character better than Ventress, so, call it personal bias.

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Awesome finale!

“Dr. Robert, Dr. Robert”

A young scientist exclaimed as he ran into the lab. It was a dark room filled with computers and workers with a giant window showing off the empty, white testing room

“What is it son”

Dr. Robert, an older man with grey hair, a larger grey mustache, and brown eyes covered by glasses, wearing a lab coat, and white pants asked as he turned to the younger man.

“Is this test really necessary, I mean what does this have to do with science”

The younger man asked. Dr. Robert frowned.

“What are talking about?!? A ghoul Vs Diclonius? Do you know how badass that would be? Science demands it”

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I wasn't very found of how Rize Vs Lucy turned out so I wrote a shorter but in my opinion better version. So here's Rize Vs Lucy remastered. Can you call it remastered if it wasn't any good in the first place? Rize Vs Lucy mastered I guess

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I agree with TheMadRaven about the frequent use of same phrases, but I think this is the pretty normal thing to do if you want to focus on that and create a certain mood.

I cant say anything bad about this, but it is an excellent example of female porn since you focus on the idea of being helpless.
This is not entirely my taste as I prefer action stories but it may be useful to take some phrases if I will do some RP later.

Thanks for the feedback, and I agree about repeat phrases. I also think it could've been better edited, I'm annoyed by a couple of missing words. I didn't actually have time to proof read this, let alone do any proper editing.

Anything I do in future will be shorter, and that should improve the editing. It's worth noting how distracted I was feeling by the last couple of chapters.

If there is something I hate, it's that ending. It's dreadful, and being the intended focal point of the story it's weakness drags everything else down. I think I may write the ending first next time, as I've learned that immersing myself in such an erotic fantasy for such a long time is torture. I was genuinely struggling to concentrate towards the end.

Fuck anyone who complains about editing. That was fucking hot. The chapter breakdown just made it more exciting.

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GLORIOUS work TVB. your stories are alaways the best, and all the hotter when the meatcunts are not just willing but eager to have the worst things done to them.

and little maggie... simply the best. would love to see a followup showing tiff getting her just deserts though.

>>13122
Yeah, even in the stories set in Dolcett worlds, girls just deciding "I'm gonna be snuffed today!" or "Eh, why not?" bother me a bit.

>>13123
Well, Tiffany's school is much more ambitious in their fund raising efforts, and as a result, much better funded.

>>13128
Sure. I'll do that now.

>>13136
I blame Ms. Masterson. It was a very fun collaboration and she brought a level of fun to it I didn't fully prepare for. Honestly Most of the credit is due to her.

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a beautifull followup.

the wastefullness of throwing her out is actualy kindof a super fetish of mine... espeicaly how willing and eager she was to be trash when her "usefullness" was carved out and eaten.

purpose fufilled, the rest of her, including her life, is garbage. super sexy. cant wait to read more of whatever you put out next, your writing is the best TVB

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so disgusting. love it. u should take commision

Heh, I doubt theres much demand for tailor made filthy stories =p

>>13934
Not the other guy, but I'd sure as hell pay. Just share your email or whatever and I'll go for it

Godly

Definitely well made.

Mindtrap - Perspective (Part 3)

I looked at the light glinting off the sharp metal.

The pin between my fingers was as long as a sewing needle, but capped with a small coloured ball. In front of me was a bathroom mirror, my nude form reflected in its depths, my perky breasts covered with goosebumps and capped with hard nipples. I placed the end of the pin against a nondescript part of the outer curve of my right tit and pushed, gasping as I painfully, gradually pressed it into the meat of my soft pale orb. All that was visible now was the bright plastic ball, but I could feel the entire length of the shaft inside my breast. The feeling was amazing, and I gasped with pleasure as my free hand caressed my sex.

I had a pile of pins, and continued to push them into myself one by one, wincing and moaning as I felt my breasts pierced by the tiny steel spears. They were beginning to look like pincushions with over 30 pins penetrating them in various places. Panting, I sucked some of my own juices off my fingers, before grabbing one of my as yet untouched nipples and stretching it out. My heart was thudding in my chest as I skewered the nipple sideways with a pin, then let out a small sob as I did it again at ninety degrees to the first. I picked up another pin, and focusing my attention on my right nipple, this time I put the pin right at the tip of my teat, before pushing it into the nipple towards my chest. I felt it stab through my sensitive bud, plunging at least an inch into the flesh.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were covered in points of colour, every one of them a beacon of exquisite pain. Stepping back to admire the view, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Stroking my pussy, I saw that there were yet more pins, and I knew what I wanted to do with them. I shifted my position and spread my legs wide. Pulling on one of my labia, I thrust a pin through without hesitation, then twisted it and pushed it back through the same lip like a tailor pinning a piece of cloth, the point of the pin bursting out the side with a tiny drop of blood. I repeated this a number of times, also pushing some straight down, deep into my swollen outer labia. Finally I picked up a pin with a pink plastic ball on the end. Perfect. Taking my clitoris between my fingers, I held it steady as I placed the pin against the end of my nub of sensitive flesh. I took a deep breath, then pushed, impaling my clit on the little skewer. I couldn't stop myself from letting out a scream of pain as I pierced my most intimate place. Looking at my handiwork, I saw that it was only going into my clit about a centimetre before it came back out the side again. The sharp end was exposed, and I knew it was going to prick me regularly as I walked if I left it like that.

Well, I liked a challenge.

I slowly stood up, wincing as the movement jostled my now tender nether region. Sliding on a bra and pair of lace panties over the pins, I dressed slowly in my favourite red dress and knee high boots. Embracing the pain and ignoring the constant pricks my pussy was receiving, I grabbed my purse off the table and walked out the door, locking it behind me.

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(resumed)

I lay back, covered in sweat, and took a piece of sushi, popping it in my mouth. We were approaching the end of the flight, and I had allowed Paige to bring our dinner right in the middle of our lovemaking, much to Bianca's complete embarrassment. She had left it on the table by the bed and walked out as though we had been merely been chatting about fashion, instead of me trying to see how far inside Bianca I could reach with my tongue. I didn't think it had been possible for Bianca to turn any redder.

I finished chewing and looked at her. I had covered her naked body in sushi and was using her as a platter for our meal, with instructions to lie there and not move. I took another piece and dipped it into the soy sauce pooling in her belly button, before holding it to her mouth. She took the offering and chewed it happily. "You know, we still don't know much about each other. Our most intimate fetishes, sure, but I'm still wondering what you were doing hitchhiking along the coast." A look of sadness crossed her face and I stroked her hair. "Sorry, if you don't want to tell me you don't have to..."

"No, no. I want to, it just involves some unpleasant memories." I took another piece from between her breasts and popped it in my mouth. "I went to high school with this girl, Cristiana. We were never really friends. She was popular and gorgeous, and I was kind of a geek. She seemed to enjoy making my days miserable."

I finished chewing and swallowed. "I dislike her already."

"I always used to admire the girls I went to school with. I admired their figures and their faces, in the changing rooms I would try to sneak glances at their breasts or pussies. I told myself I was just trying to compare them to mine but the truth was that every time I saw them, I got excited. I would think about them in bed at night while I explored myself. I finally came to admit I was very attracted to girls."

I took a piece of tempura and held her pussy open. Bianca gasped as I pushed it into her, coating it in her own natural sauce. "Mmm, what's not to like?"

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Holding some garments I had selected, I ducked through the curtain into the small room. Bianca was standing on a platform, looking at herself in the mirror while a shop assistant crouched at her feet, measuring the hem of the black evening dress she was wearing. I put down the items I was carrying and stepped up behind her, admiring her petite from. "Lovely." I purred. Standing on my tiptoes I rested my chin on her shoulder and ran my hands over her hips, feeling the lovely smooth fabric that covered them. I pinched the silk, pulling on the slightly loose material. "It needs to be taken in here."

"Yes, ma'am." The shop assistant stood when I spoke, taking my place behind Bianca and wrapping the measuring tape around her shapely waist. She took note of the measurement and turned to me. "I'll make some arrangements with the tailor and ring up your other purchases, Miss Love."

"Have them delivered to my hotel as soon as they're ready." She nodded in acknowledgement and I thanked her as she left the two of us to continue changing.

Bianca looked at me, blushing. "Any tighter and my panty line will show."

I laughed. "You're not meant to wear any in this dress." I reached inside the long slit up one leg hooked my fingers inside the black lacy thing she had being trying on, expertly tugging it down until gravity caught it and deposited it around her ankles. "This is how you'll be dressed when you're attending formal occasions with me, kitten. There's some lovely art galleries I'd relish taking you to. It'll be so much fun knowing that underneath your dress you'll be going commando, completely exposed and unprotected from my inquisitive fingers when people aren't looking."

Bianca's face gained a measure of colour as she stood in front of the mirror. "Kitten?" She smiled at my use of the pet name.

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I stood up, letting out a yelp as Bianca slapped my behind. "Well done." She went to a cupboard and took out a narrow tray, bringing it over to the chair and placing it on the table beside us. It was full of long steel skewers of varying lengths and thicknesses. I just looked at her, waiting for her to explain. She stepped behind Cristiana and reached around my friend's body, fondling her breasts. "I want you to help me fill these fat tits with those things."

Cristi was getting furious now. "This screwed up sex game of yours has gone on long enough! Do you think I'm going to beg for mercy or something? I don't know how you managed to talk Nicci into performing that... depraved act on me, but you don't really expect me to believe you're going to hurt me, do you?" She sneered at Bianca. "You're not that bold."

Bianca was visibly upset. I could see Cristiana's influence over her still had an effect, but then she took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again I could see the determination in them. "Nicola, show Cristiana what we did you you."

I was embarrassed at having to show Cristiana the extent of my mutilation, but I did as Bianca asked, wincing as I hooked my hand under my knee and lifted my leg to the arm of the chair. Cristiana just stared in horror at the carnage that had previously been my vagina. "Jesus. What happened?"

Bianca held up the bowl with my amputated body parts in it for Cristiana to see. "Just a little amateur surgery with a scalpel. Am I bold now, Cristiana?"

Cristi's atmosphere of being in control crumbled as she realised what she was looking at, what I had endured. She tried to look away, but kept glancing back as though she couldn't believe what she saw. "God, no," She whispered. "I'm so sorry for all the bullying, Bianca, please! The photos weren't my idea! Nicola, you're my friend, don't do this... mmph!" With a thoughtful look on her face, Bianca stuffed a red ball gag into her mouth, strapping it behind her head, and part of me was relieved. I already felt guilty from going down on her, and that was a pleasant experience compared to what Bianca just told me to do. Hearing Cristi beg for mercy was making me feel worse.

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My incredible meal finished, I slid off the stool, pushing it backwards as I stood. Returning to Cristiana I pulled the tape off her mouth. "Nothing in there? I guess you must have eaten my clitoris then. How was it?"

She made a disgusted look, staring at the two red holes on my chest in horror. "What the fuck have you done, Nicola? Oh my god, I can't believe you cut off your own breasts and ATE them!"

"Yeah, it's odd. It makes no sense, but it made me feel so good." I thought for a second and turned to Bianca. "Does this mean I'm a cannibal, or does it have to be another person's meat for it to count?" Bianca just shrugged.

I dismissed the question and turned back to my friend. "Nicola, please..."

I reached for the red ball gag and stuffed it back in despite Cristi's protests. I preferred the look of it to that of the tape. "I'm sorry Cristi. I hate hearing you beg. I don't think you'll appreciate being debreasted as much as I did, but that's where this is going, I realise that now. Just relax, and let it happen." I pointed to one of the cupboards. "Bianca, there's some nylon rope in there. Grab it for me would you?" Bianca seemed surprised, but she didn't argue. As she headed over to where I pointed, I wondered how I knew it was there. I shook my head, clearing the confusing thought and instead focused on the task at hand.

Causing Cristiana to wince, I started to extract the skewers from her boobs one by one. Each skewer left a tiny puncture wound behind which leaked a small amount of blood, but they were otherwise undamaged. Bianca returned and handed me the thin rope, and I started to wrap it around the hysterical Cristiana's breasts, eliciting a few squeals as I tied it off. The twin orbs bulged with the strain, turning a slightly reddish colour. I made a knot between her tits and pulling up one of the stools, I climbed onto it and looped the other end of the rope over the pulley that I had hung from earlier this evening. I fastened it to the mechanism and stepping down, I went to the switch Bianca had used and pressed it.

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Chapter 5: Kat

Kat could remember every detail. She remembered reading the comments on the Twitter screen while she was stripping. 'This is so terrible...' some of them read. 'Please somebody stop this...' or 'I can't watch anymore.' And then there were the comments from the anonymous screen. 'So hawt...' or 'holy fuck i can't believe i'm watching this!' or 'make that bitch suffer, I want to see her
cry!' It was unbelievable. She knew how to handle hate mail and messages. She dealt with that all the time from her accounts. But there she was, exposed. And to read some of those comments. It was surreal. She was naked to the whole world. She had to show everyone her privates and spread them open. She had to penetrate herself with her finger and lick them. And she peed herself in the middle of it all. How utterly humiliating. It crushed her soul.

And these past few days have been hell as well. Locked in a cage no bigger than one reserved for a dog. Having to pee and poop in bucket. Eating dog food from a bowl with her face because every time she used her hands the man in the hood would shock her with a cattle prod. And yesterday she was hosed down with cold water because she was starting to smell really bad. But today was different. She was dragged out of her cage and pierced.

She looked down at her body. Earlier the man in the hood had pierced her. It was horrible. She already had a huge fear of needles, but to be pierced where she had been, she nearly fainted from the panic it induced. There were three rings total. Two through her nipples and another one in her clitoris. It was painful, but it was over quickly. What made her more scared, though, was that attached to these rings were wires that all connected to a battery in the shape of a collar around her neck. And then
the took her to another room. Full of cameras. But that wasn't what had her scared, nearly ready to pee herself again. It was what was in the center of the room.

Suddenly, the computerized voice spoke. It broke her from her train of thought.

"It's been trained to rape little girls," the voice droned monotonously from above.

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Chapter 6

It was amazing to me that she had even survived the ordeal. I was impressed. That her intestines didn't rupture from the rape was extraordinary in and of itself. But I was more impressed how compliant she had been throughout the rape.

I had honestly not known what was going to happen, but it turned out beautifully. I had initially thought a German Shepherd was going to be enough, but when I first bought one, I knew that it had to be bigger. So I got a Great Dane instead. Those dogs were huge. I hired prostitutes to give it head and have it get used to becoming erect from human oral stimulation. And then I molded a lifesize doll in the proportions of a twelve year old for the beast to hump. But the dolls were made of a thick rubber, and were not only much heavier than Kat, but they also stuck to the floor more, and so the dog typically had to wait for his knot to decrease in size before he could move away. But what happened was amazing.
Watching her getting dragged around the room by her ass was so satisfying. I was surprised she didn't prolapse her intestines, but maybe that was the benefit of being so young. All her flesh were still so firm and tight. For now.

She only required one ten second episode of current through her nipples and clit to keep her face looking forward and her eyes open. Either she was a very tough girl or those electrodes were more painful that I imagined. I did turn down the voltage a little so that it would induce fewer and less extensive muscle contractions. I didn't want her seizing on the floor again. I had tried them once on my fingers for half a second on a low setting, and those things were painful. Boy did they sting! Maybe it was because I was using a moderate intensity on her? Or maybe it was because they were on her most sensitive parts combined with the fact that it had penetrated her skin. There was much less electrical resistance
underneath the skin in the tissue. I didn't know for sure, and I wasn't particularly interested in trying those parameters out on myself. It was the girl who had to suffer after all. And she was going to suffer more. For the next session, I was going to turn the current up to its highest intensity, but not to the point that would cause any significant rise in temperature too quickly. I was going to start with an initial punishment of twenty seconds. The maximum punishment would be eighty seconds, but that was the limit. I tested the current carefully on raw meat from the store with thermometers embedded adjacent to the electrodes, and eighty seconds was right at the limit that amount of current started to heat the meat. Just ever so slightly. Of course I didn't want to burn her. I didn't want any of those nerves damaged irreparably.

I had spent two years designing these rooms of torture for Katherine, well, Kat. I began to wondered if I could have some fun with that nickname. I remembered watching her in her very first movie. She was a cute little eight year old. And she just kept getting prettier and prettier. When she was ten, that's when I decided he would go through this. Did I have a point? Did I have a message I was trying to get across? Maybe. Maybe not. No, no message. Maybe I'm just a sick bastard who can get away with such a thing. But boy was it fun to watch.

I knew there would be tens of millions of people who watched the first video. But what I didn't expect, is how many of them stuck around to watch the second one, where she was raped. Of course, my first video was publicly denounced, and comments everywhere with a real identity attached to it universally condemned the brutality and repulsiveness of the video. But everywhere I looked, especially in the underground channels, the video was being redistributed, in the millions! And the comments, if they were from anonymous sources, were extraordinarily diverse. Some still condemned the video for sure, but still many others were lewd and on the other end of the spectrum even approving.

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Chapter 7: Raj

Raj didn't watch the other videos.

Just out of morbid curiosity he started the first few minutes of the second video as it was streaming live, but as soon as he figured out what was going to happened, he turned his computer off and sobbed. He couldn't bear to watch.

He had heard later that his worst fears were confirmed. Kat was indeed filmed being raped by a giant dog. Most had feared she had died. No way a twelve year old girl could survive an ordeal like that.

He had actually hoped that she had died. She had suffered enough at the hands of this monster. If she died then she would at least be at peace.

But then a week later another link appeared. And he clicked on it
again. He had of course been stalking her Twitter page religiously. Hoping for some good news. Maybe this next video was one of her being released.


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Fucking awesome. Mad respect to you.

It was magical, the writing, the setting, the atmosphere... Just incredible. Keep it up

This was amazing, great writing, amazing skills, juicy and lovely humiliation and torture! Great job, absolutely classy! I was hoping Kat would preish at the end or at least would be less intact... but still cool! Plan to write more?

After cleaning up the rest of the bodies, securing Cynthia with makeshift bindings and a gag made from the clothes of the deceased, and manhandling the young girl into his wagon, Johann reported back to Cleaner HQ and told his boss what happened. The older woman asked him to show her the girl and Johann complied, pulling her out of the wagon for inspection. The older woman walked around her and nodded to Johann.

“She’s healthy and remarkably free of diseases.” She looked him over. “I take it she tried to rob you?”

“Tried.” Johann stressed, nudging the young girl with his foot and making her squirm. “And failed.”

“Not bad for your first day here.” The older woman tossed him a small bag of coins. “I’m Amanda. I’ll be your boss from here on out. Come back here every other day to work and we’ll keep paying you good money.”

“I will ma’am. Thank you.” Johann glanced at Cynthia. “But what about her?”

“You told her yourself; you’re her owner now. She’s your responsibility.” Amanda smiled. “She’ll have to be registered and branded though. Luckily, this sort of thing happens frequently enough that we have the papers necessary for slave registration. Follow me and we’ll get you and her sorted out.”

Cynthia struggled in her bindings, screaming into her gag. Johann cast a look in her direction and grabbed her head, forcing her to look at him.

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this is good

Excellent! Looking forward to continuation the story!

Very sweet and lovely story. Thank you!

more

I love this so much. Slow suffocation stories are my favorite, and you rarely see them here.

Thank you, comments make it worth it

Pls continue, its great.

Where can I read about your another stories?

>>14008
Inkbunny and FA.

This is a very fun idea! I like to imagine she escapes from Charly (after some fun) with most of her insides still intact, if not inside. From there you can do a lot with a girl who's been disemboweled but is still alive and trying to hide it. Like work/school, trying to act casual around friends.

"Why are you still wearing your shirt, Lisa? It's so warm!"

"Oh, I know, haha, I'm just a little shy today I guess..." as she subtly tucks in some hanging entrails, shifting uncomfortably on her seat...

>>14034
Thats definitely a fun possibility. I was musing with the idea that she might spot the farmer (Charly's owner) come on the horizon. She wants to hide her mishap from him because its so embarassing, but her bowels are too messed up to just stuff them back in, so she quickly feeds them to the dog and urges him to finnish up before his owner is there.
There's a few ways this can be taken, I was hoping someone would just pick up the story and continue it however they like it - for a bit. Obviously killing her would be unfun because then the story ends. But other than that theres many many options.

>>14057

I'm certainly not ruling out doing something with the set up. As you say, lot's of ways it could go...

I've never seen the part 1 to this story, is it uploaded somewhere?

Its so good to finally have the sequel to one of my GOAT stories on Gurochan.

>>13548

Here is a re post of it. Hopefully Grimm doesn't mind.

"Red vs. The Pack" by Grimm

Red entered the woodland clearing silently, careful not to disturb even the smallest twig. An average wolf could be roused from sleep with even the slightest noise, and the pack she was hunting possessed a better sense of both hearing and smell than the average wolf. After all, these weren't common canines, they were werewolves.

As she carefully pushed past a low tree-branch, the hood of her long red cloak dropped back to reveal a gorgeous eighteen year old face framed by wavy red hair. Her nose was small, her lips full and pink, and her eyes an emerald green, the very picture of young beauty. Slowly her hand dropped to her hips, pulling back her cloak and revealing the silver handle of a long dagger, one of
two twin blades she wore about her waist. Beneath the thick leather belt holding her daggers, Red wore skin-tight leather pants which hugged every glorious curve of her perfectly rounded backside. On top she wore a white-cotton blouse that struggled to contain her more than ample breasts, milky white and perfect, just like the rest of her.

Still moving cautiously, Red made her way towards the opposite end of the
clearing, where large flat rocks and boulders leaned against each other forming shelter against the elements. Red's face took on a determined look as she continued her slow journey towards the rocks.

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Cool stories. I don't know about others, but personally I really like that you include a "good" and "bad" ending, as I equally enjoy gore and violence directed at males and females, and it's really rare to see it in these kind of stories especially directed at monstrous males since they usually totally overpower their victims. Fun fact: apparently one of the old myths out there said that a werewolf could be destroyed just by severing its dick.

Any updates to this at all Grimm?

>>13965
Leider gibt es da kaum was in deutsch und noch weniger mit guro Thema
Unfortunately there aren’t much in German and even less about guro

Es war die dritte Stunde Nachmittagsunterricht. Geschichte. Der Lehrer schwafelte etwas von Studentenbewegung und Bismark.
Nina gähnte, dann drehte sie sich um zu ihrer Freundin Susanne und ihrem Freund Özdan "Heute ist ja wieder echt öde. Habt ihr nachher noch was vor?"
Susanne zuckte mit den Schultern und schaute zu Özdan rüber. Özdan war in sein Smartphone vertieft.

Nina wurde ungeduldig. "Komm schon, ich hab kein Bock wieder den ganzen Abend am Dönerstand rumzuhängen bis der Club aufmacht."

Özdan schaute vom Smartphone hoch. "Wart ihr schonmal auf ner Snuff Party? N' Kumpel von mir hat das gerade auf Facebook gepostet."

Nina schaute sich den Post an und wurde rot. Susanne schielte über Özdan's Schulter und bisss sich auf die Lippen.

Özdan grinste. "Also seit ihr dabei? Meine Schwester und der Afghane aus der neunten sind auch da. Das müsst ihr mal sehn was der mit ihr macht. Echt krass."

Die Stundo zog sich hin, aber wenigstens war Nina nicht mehr langweilig. Sie malte sich aus was auf der Snuffparty alles abging. Ob die wohl Kettensägen hatten?

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>>13976
Sehr anregend und heiss. Danke dafür und gerne mehr. Besonders gefallen hat mir wie willig die Opfer waren und heiss darauf gesnufft zu werden.