[Grimm] Soul Calibur: Temple of the Dark Gods [2014]
Tags: Gore, Death Dismemberment, mf/fm/ff.

The towering fortress rose up like a spear of darkness into the Blood red sky. Taki looked to her left and right, surveying her companions, hoping they would be ready for the battle to come. On her left stood Siegfried and Cassandra; a brave knight from Germany who once wielded the Soul Edge, and a young warrior-woman from Greece destined to help destroy the evil blade. On her right was Seung-Mina and Ivy. The first a young girl with a heart of gold who had traveled from Asia to fight against darkness, the second a Noblewoman who's fate was somehow linked to the evil sword.

"Let's go" she said, and with that the group of warriors began their march toward the gates unsure of their fate, but certain of one thing, if they failed to stop the spread of evil that the legendary sword unleashed, the entire world would be consumed by violence and evil.

Their first obstacle was a band of mercenary soldiers guarding the gate. Normally the odds would not be in the favor of a small group of 5 against 30 trained fighters, but each of Taki's companions was a veteran of countless battles, each worth at least 100 soldiers. Within minutes the battle was over. Severed limbs and broken bodies now lay in heaps before the heavy wooden gates. Siegfried picked up a battle axe from one of the fallen, and made his way to the gate, ready to force their entry, but as he approached, the gate swung open on it's own.

Part 1: The fall of Seung Mina

The door opened to reveal a large entry chamber, the floor and walls bare of any decoration with the macabre exception of a dark stain across the floor. A flight of stone steps led up across from the entryway, and to the left and right were hallways which led off into darkness.


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Cracking open a cold one with the boys - Part One

Antonia pulled up on the drive and stepped out of her car, tugging the hem of her sun-dress back down her thick thighs as she did so. Walking up to the door she felt acutely conscious of how heavy with milk her enormous breasts felt, painfully bouncing from side to side with each along the path. She quickly checked her nipples had leaked any milk into her dress and satisfied hang the bell.

After a few moments a woman appeared to answer the door, greeting her with a warm smile. Antonia took in the delicate wrinkles around her eyes and realised with shock this might be the oldest woman she'd ever met, perhaps as old as 50!

“Hello, is it Antonia?”
“Yes, that's right. The agency said you need a child attendant for the afternoon?”
“Wonderful, yes, your right on time, please come in. You can put your bag on the side there.”

The woman introduced herself as Patrician, and lead her into a large and gorgeously outfitted kitchen. From the huge double-ovens, chrome appliances to the special climate controlled cabinets with premium cured thighs hung in them, Antonia could only marvel at the style and elegance displayed. It was slightly goggling to think of a family that ate so much breast meat they needed their own frap-maker.

“I got my papers today and have to report to the processing plant for harvesting immediately - I've actually started my menopause you know, so no point try forestall the inevitable any further. The boy’s Father has been away on business, won't be back till 5pm tonight, so we need someone to attend to their needs until then. Let me call them through to introduce you.”

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Sarah awoke. The first thing she noticed was her incapability to move. As her eyes adjusted and the fog cleared, she looked around groggily. She couldn’t see more than, say, ten feet ahead of her before darkness overtook the fluorescent, flickering light above her. As her hearing cleared, she heard a… distant buzzing? She couldn’t quite tell if it was distant or if she hadn’t fully recovered from what happened.

What had happened? The last thing she remembered before passing out was a masked man and her…

And her sister. Quickly she turned her head to the right. Nothing. Then the left. And, just as she thought, there was her sister. Shoulder-length orange hair, facial structure similar to Sarah’s. Chloe and Sarah were attractive girls, large breasts and asses, nice bodies (despite Sarah being significantly skinnier in the stomach area.) But something was wrong here. In Sarah’s foggy vision, she didn’t quite comprehend what was happening, but as she focused she noticed Chloe’s naked chest. No, naked body. Entirely naked. Sarah was naked too, she now noticed. Her long, brown hair was draping on her nude shoulders. Blood. There was blood dripping down her shoulders. There were oversized, rusty nails digging into the soft flesh of Sarah’s shoulders-- Chloe’s too. As she noticed the metal ripping into her skin she began feeling a sharp, sore pain. Not just in her shoulders, but her hands and shins too. She was pinned up against the wall, entirely naked, hands placed on either side of her head and legs spread slightly. In the moment she was confused, especially when her sense of sound started coming into play. She heard crying-- sobbing. Her sisters sobbing. Deep, pained gasps and hollow breaths. In a haze, Sarah looked over at Chloe, her hair orange and beautiful. Sure enough, tears flowed down her face. Chloe moved her head to look at Sarah, pressing her face against the wall. Her face was red and eyes puffy. Above the sound of Chloe’s tears was something else, Sarah realized. A sort of… buzzing sound. Sarah’s face turned to a look of confusion as Chloe mouthed something to her.

Then, a searing pain in Sarah’s right leg. A blinding, horrible pain that seemed to be slicing through the flesh. Sarah let out a pained scream before looking down. Drool dribbled from the side of her mouth, where the skin was pulled tight in her screams. A spinning, circular buzzsaw was humming loudly and ripping through the fat on Sarah’s calves. Tears welled in her eyes, and she glanced over to Chloe, examining her from the hips down. There was certainly a height difference between the two of them, as Chloe’s legs had been sawn off just above the knee. Blood stained the wall where her legs used to be, dripping down the cement. Her legs were still stuck to the wall, only dropping off to the side slightly where they were unsupported by any form of nail. Sarah could see the bone, not protruding from the flat red flesh, rather melding into it, sticking out to the eyes as one thick white circle. The buzzsaw created a rather clean cut, not messy in the slightest.

But painful as anything she had ever known. Sarah struggled relentlessly in indescribable pain as the blade hacked through her flesh and blood. Her hands clenched into fists and she tugged forward slightly. With some strength, her right hand tore slightly, loosening the grip the nail previously had. Blood trickled down her wrist, but that was the least of her worries. In fact, Sarah didn’t even notice the loosening of the nail. The saw had now cut clean through her leg, and immediately her thigh flew up. Instinctually she had pulled her leg up, but only now did she have the freedom to move any section of it. Despite the incredible pain, Sarah finally breathed. They were quick and shallow breaths, and now that there was some release, she felt a warm liquid drip down the inside of her leg, dropping off below the knee, where her leg had been severed. This liquid was of course Sarah pissing herself. A shiver was sent up her spine, and only now did she realize the tears that had been dribbling down either one of her cheeks.

In no time the blade had reached her other leg, and once more the pain returned. Sarah threw her head back, and her waist was pushed forward in utter pain. Drips of her piss went flying as her leg flew forward. She twisted and turned, and as she tried to pull away, the flesh of her wrist was torn and ripped slightly. The blade sawed through the bone now, and shards went flying in every directing, melding with the sickening amount of blood that was raining down. In no time her left leg was severed clean from her body and Sarah was left gasping, hands balled in tight fists, her nails digging into her palms.

The saw moved past her leg and stopped, a single click as it pulled back slightly into a hole. The room was quiet now, almost silent save the sobbing of Sarah and Chloe. Sarah turned to Chloe, who had been facing away to save herself the sight of her sister suffering.

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It was a frigid day and for some unholy reason Victoria's school hadn't decided to close. It was likely because the storm had gotten unexpectedly worse than the weatherman projected but Vicky was sure it was actually part of some plot to ruin her life. The young red headed girl trudged through the snow, up to her knees or higher on her way home. What was normally a 10 minute walk, had already taken her 20 minutes and she was only half way there.

Lucky for her, her parents had at least given her plenty of warm clothes to wear. She was bundled up tightly with sweatpants over her jeans a thick coat and scarf over her face, the only exposed skin was a small portion of her face around her vivd green eyes. Unfortunately for her her daily practice of waiting until she got home to use the bathroom was currently making this difficult journey all the more troublesome. The toilets at school were disgusting and she would never use them, preffering to rush straight to the bathroom when she got home for an urgent pee and poo.

The young girl handn't even considered how difficult it might be to get home today. It wasn't a thought in her mind until now, where she realized those urgent needs of hers were reaching their limits. She stopped dead in her tracks, knee deep in snow as a cramp ripped through her body. A sharp pang in her bladder begging her to open up. She groaned, looking down at the snow that was making this journey impossible. She wasn't a dumb girl, she knew already that she wasn't going make it home, she cursed herself for not realizing it earlier.

With no choice but to endure a desprate, failing struggle she sighed and with shockingly little hesitation she began to pee herself. Urine trickled out slowly at first, soaking her panties, the warm sensation was yet more intense in the hard cold. Spreading a pleasant heat around her young girlhood before spilling down her thighs. With the blizzard as bad as it was, no one seemed to be paying any attention to her so the shovk and embarrassment that typically came from such a thing just wasn't there. All Victoria felt was relief and a pleasent warm spilling down her legs.

She sighed, quivering in the snow, her piss hardly soaking through her multiple layers of clothes as it leaked all the way down inti her sock. Her toes curled as it spilled into her boots, she could feel them filling up with her urine, soaking her socks and warming her feet more and more. They had began to overflow before

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Just a random musing I had. Contains incestuous sex between two young men and a piece of male meat, and then the story of what happens to that meat... so don’t read it if you don’t like that kind of thing or can’t read that kind of thing for any reason.

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Mike Jensen was sleeping peacefully that hot Monday morning, face down on top of the covers, hugging the pillow, his nude body on full display. At barely 40 years, he had sculpted a nice amount of muscle, but it was softened slightly now by a thin layer of fat around his ass, thighs, and belly. The previous day he had been thoroughly cleaned of all hair, and his ass looked like two firm, pale, smooth globes in the light from the window. He was dreaming peacefully about some kind of garden, when suddenly he was rudely awakened by a heavy hand slapping down onto each ass cheek... firmly gripping them and pulling them apart. As his eyes snapped open, he heard a very familiar younger voice.

“Today’s the day, Dad,” his older son Chris said cheerfully, before pressing the fat head of his cock against his father’s asshole. With a satisfied grunt the 21 year old felt the tight little hole yield to his dick. Mike opened his mouth to protest, only to find it stuffed full of another swollen cockhead. Raising his eyes, he saw his younger son Aiden grinning down at him.

“Ohhh fuck, I wish I could get a couple more days with this throat...” the 18 year old groaned, forcing his girth further down his father’s throat until his balls hit chin.

“I know what you mean, but hey, his number came up and... mmmmm... he’s just meat now,” Chris moaned, driving his cock further into his dad’s nicely toned ass, “Plus, we’re each getting a $50 check out of this!”

The two young men high fiver each other as they double teamed their dad. Since Aiden had turned 18 last week, Mike was no longer a minor’s guardian and so his name had gone into the meat lottery. And as luck would have it, his name was picked only a few days later. Since that time, in the eyes of the law he’d been considered nothing more than meat, required to undergo pre-processing and then report to the butcher for his appointment. His two sons were now his legal guardians, and they had taken full advantage of the fact that sexual abuse of meat was a complete non-issue.

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DevArt: https://cuteandhurting.deviantart.com/art/Wood-World-Problems-745321987

HF: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/CuteAndHurting/21698/Bad-Magic-Petrification-Transformation-Immortality/77722/Chapter-8/Wood-World-Problems

Wood World problems

From collection "Bad Magic: Petrification, Transformation, Immortality"

“I wonder how it is to be a true wizard, like yourself!” Said Ivana, a 12 year old Bosnian brunette with a long hair. “You never tell me about those things.”

“Uhh…” Said the chin-lenghted brunette Nina, of the same age. “I wasn’t even supposed to tell you I am one.”

“But it’s so… new! Like a scientific development! Why can’t we research magic like we do science?”


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Hey my name is Mia am a middle child, one big sister and little brother, anyway this story tells about how my solo masturbation change to boring to totally crazy.


My sister really like to talk about it, how she does it with boys and her self, what i can say she likes it deep.


Ok..ok the story, one day we receive a strange package with my name on it, so as a normal person i open it, in my room and what did i see, a knife double blade, silver and one gold, also a letter writen by hand and this is what it said.


" Use it well, the fun is greater then you think"


it didn't say from who or what it was, i pick it up and by the strangest accident i cut off my finger, but no pain, no blood but i can see the vain the blood inside, so creepy, it didn't make me cry, scream or what over a normal girl would have done.

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As a ghost now I'm forced to tell tales from life so as to stall Hell.

This haunting, I must inform you of a terrible time when I had just turned 16 and a fourth and I was as pathetic as ever- a short and scrawny bed & bed wetting virgin who wears diapers and gets spanked naked- all publicly, many times over.

So I posted a request on 4chan, asking for requests for erotic writing prompts and places to post said writing. I got "a quadruple amputee being fucked," posted on gurochan. so here I am to post it. Hope I made it to your liking, whomever requested it.

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Quadriplegic

My life used to be such a dream. I was truly blessed. At least, I thought it was. Maybe things had only seemed to be wonderful so that it would hurt all the more when the universe took it away. I was pretty, I was popular, I had a wonderful boyfriend. I was a cheerleader, and he was... well, he was in the marching band, actually, but he was seriously hot. I was going to marry him as soon as we graduated high school and we were both 18 and going to college together... He hadn't proposed yet, but I had a little promise ring on my finger that meant we would be together forever.

That all changed the night of junior prom. He came to pick me up in his car, an old Volvo he'd got from his dad. Nothing fancy, sure, but I didn't care. My parents took pictures of us before we left, Tommy with his short dark hair swept back with gel, looking handsome in his rented tux. I had my long blonde hair done in curls, and had a beautiful robins egg blue strapless gown on. It was a little risky going strapless, for sure, but it fit tight enough around my breasts that I didn't think I'd pop out.

It had promised to be a wonderful night. A magical night. We were going to dance, we were going to party, and, thought Tommy didn't know it, but we were going to lose our virginity. That was the plan, at least. I was going to whisper something to him, maybe on the dance floor, maybe on the way home. Something sexy, and naughty. Something that would make his blood boil, and... I never did figure out what I was going to say.

On the way to prom, a big rig ran a red light. I just remember listening to the radio, then... it all happened so fast. There was a loud crash, and pain, and then nothing. I woke up in the hospital, my body hurt all over, my arms and legs felt like they were on fire, but I couldn't move them. I screamed for help, and a nurse arrived, then a doctor, then the sedative, and I was out.

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Reposting this story because I am going to expand the universe a bit.

Part one "one of the boys"

Frank Sardone was a all American success story. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in NJ he had self made himself into a successful business man. He studied haute cuisine in Paris on a full ride scholarship, and now owned a large restaurant that had become a institution over the past 20 years. He drove a big Cadillac escalade, and had a huge house. He had a beautiful family with 7 kids, and a gorgeous wife, who kept her figure even after being pregnant for almost a decade straight. They were expecting their 8th in about 2-3 weeks now. His wife was very pregnant, but this was routine for her.

Frank only really had one problem, and that was himself, and his bad habits. In his old neighborhood almost all his friends went into a life of crime, those that weren’t dead or in jail, had risen to chief mobsters. He still hung out with them all the time. Most nights he would go down to Sal’s Gentle Men’s club, after closing the shop. It was a one stop shop for any depravity you had.

Out front they had a strip club, staffed with mostly 16-17 year old run away girls. For $200 you could fuck them, and for a few more bucks you could do whatever else you wanted to them. In the back there was a huge private area, much bigger then the front strip club. You needed to get past a row of goons to get in, but once inside you were in another country. Basically anything went back here, they had a full Casino, huge lounge area for sports betting, drugs were openly consumed, and traded in huge quantities.

Over the years Frank had become a fixture over here. Getting in real tight with the made guys. Sometimes blurring the line between a mobster, and the civilian he was. He got real close to the owner Sal, and would spend time in the most private rooms in the far back. Here is where the high stakes poker games took place, and buy in started at $500. Fortunes could be won, or lost in a evening.

This is also where the guys discussed their plans, openly admitted who whacked who, and sometimes got even with each other. Sal had a favorite tactic to get people to pay him his money, he wouldn’t threaten the guy, he would just go right to threatening the guys wife. and kids. For the most part this worked, the guy would do anything to get the money. Still since Sal owned almost all betting, probably once a week a guy would fail to come up with the money. He had a choice he could bring in whoever Sal wanted, and let the boys have their fun, or Sal would send guys out looking, and after that there was a good chance the guy would never see his women again.

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My name is Mai and am kinda of shy,

my sister like to talk about how she masturbet every night and that i should try it,  well not my thing yet,


But my first time i did, let me tell you.


It was the morning of my birthday and i went out to this new shop, some antic shop, i saw this knife, with two blades one gold and on silver, i ask the seller way and he told me that, i should buy it and find out my self, i laught and went for the door, he call me and told me to come to the counter, and that it was my birthday, shock that he knows that so i went to him and ask him how he knows that, he told me the knife tld him and it wants you, he said in a deep voice, "go home and cut one of your body parts and you will see, each side is different".


i went home, ran to my room and lock the door, i wanted to see so, i layed my hand and cut my finger with the gold side, no pain no blood, i can see the cut the bone but no pain, i couldent move my finger but when a move my hand closer it reattached it self. i was not dreaming, so i tried with the silver blade, some story but i could move my finger, i dont know what went in my head thet moment but i layed on my back and lossing my belt moving my finger like a litle worm up my jeans, sliding inside, my finger was juste inch from my clito, and then i jsut went in moving my finger around insie deep in deeper, the orgasm was like nothing i experience, i wanted to move my finger out but couldent find the wat out i was still shy to touch it with my are hands but had to, i reach down, started to search with my feel hand with all its finger in my crotch, the feeling was crazy,   my finger find its way out, i freed my hand holding my finger, i remember my sister saying that your own taste is the best, i so but my finger in my mouth and sucked it dry, the rest of the story later.

So, I'm going to post up some of the stuff I've completed. Most of this is on my ASSTR account or on Hentaifoundry, but It seems like there's some demand for it here as well.

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Yumi's Explosive Climax
Tags: F-solo, explosives, school, exhibitionism

	

School had ended when Yumi finally returned to her school, fireworks in one hand, a video camera in the other, lighter tucked into the pocket of her ripped denim shorts. She crept through the hallways till she arrived outside of her homeroom, it was after classes had ended for the day, but there were still a few teachers and students cleaning up after school. Yumi looked around, she had been thinking about doing this ever since she had seen the “Ruined Girls” website, the thought just wouldn't go away. So, once Yumi reached the hallway she set up the video camera on the other side of the hall, far enough away from her that it shouldn't be touched by what was about to happen. It was an afterthought, there to catch the end result of what she was about to do, but if she didn't get caught she wanted to have what she was about to do on camera. Yumi started unbuckling her shorts. She was well aware that she might be caught. The thought of someone she knew, maybe a teacher, or another student, someone she saw each and every day walking down the hallway and seeing her half naked, maybe a student, just finished with the cleaning exiting a classroom, or looking out one of the class windows into the hallway, the thought excited her like nothing else. In fact she was counting on the idea of being caught, she swore to herself that once she lit the fuse on the fireworks she wouldn't put them out herself unless someone else did it for her. The thought of being caught excited her almost as much as the possible result of her excursion.

	

Yumi fished the lighter out of her pocket and set it down quietly, it wouldn't do to be caught before she even started after all. She unbuttoned the buttons of her fly revealing a tantalizing glimpse of shaved skin to the camera, and then she slowly slid her shorts down her legs, revealing her lack of panties inch by inch to the audience she hoped would watch the video after she was done. Yumi's lower lips were red and puffy, a side effect of the rough denim rubbing against them with nothing in between. Her lower lips left a small trail of moisture between them and the crotch of her pants, revealing just how aroused the stimulation and the thought of what she was about to do had made her.

	

As her shorts pooled around her ankles she stepped out of them and then kicked them excitedly away before crawling toward the wall on her hands and knees, giving the camera a perfect view of her puffy red cunt lips. Setting the fireworks aside next to the lighter, Yumi tucked her head underneath her and went into a sort of tumble until she was braced against the hallway wall, her back flush against the wall, the back of her head against the floor with her legs bent so that the toes of her sneakers touched the floor and her arms were free to do whatever she wished. Yumi's short sleeved shirt slid down her torso, gravity pulling it down to reveal her soft stomach. Yumi took a few seconds to enjoy the feeling, looking around to see if anyone could see her and breathing a sight, half relief and half disappointment, when she found the hallway empty of anyone who could see her. Slowly, deliberately, she wiggled her cunt in the air, enjoying the feeling of the draft from the window as it caressed her nether lips, half hoping that the movement would attract someone's attention.


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This was inspired by one of the Role-Playing threads and meant to be a reply there except :words: happened so it ended up here.

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I was on patrol near my village, slightly tense because several of my sisters had gone missing over the previous three days, when I saw what looked like a young adventurer girl kneeling beside a tree, picking some herbs. "Hey, little girl, you shouldn't be out in the Amazon Forest. I'm pretty sure there's someone out here killing off my sisters, and I don't expect he'll spare you just because you're a townie."
The girl stood from where she was kneeling and turned around to face me with a sigh that was slightly deeper than I expected. Now I could see the masculine cast to their face, even though they were small and fairly scrawny-looking, and realized... "I am a guy, you know... ugh, anyway, I've been fighting Amazons, so maybe it's me that you're looking for?"
I licked my lips in anticipation, drawing my spear and shield. "Excellent! I'm looking forward to both avenging my sisters and taking a cute boy like you home as a prize! My name is Helena, warleader of the ███ Amazons, and I challenge you to a duel!"
The boy sighed again and rubbed his cute face before drawing a black longsword, holding it out before him pointed at my chest. "... If you insist. My name is ███, and I will win in the name of ████, goddess of war!"

Hearing that made things a little more difficult, since her followers often had supernatural powers as well, but it also made things more exciting. I leapt at him with my spear, aiming to judge his skill with a lightning-fast first strike that wouldn't be lethal even if he failed to avoid it, and wasn't surprised when he managed to parry it with his longsword and hack at my upper body with almost the same motion. I caught his blade on my shield and pushed forward mightily, throwing him off balance and following up with a kick to the torso that sent him sprawling to the ground prone with a grunt, but before I could continue with my spear, he had already leapt to his feet.

"Ahh... I wasn't expecting to be caught off guard like that. Helena, you said your name was? I guess I have to take this a bit seriously, then."
"Heh, I guess I won't hold back, then. I was hoping to keep you, but if that doesn't work out, maybe I'll just take you right here."

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PROLOGUE

All her life Lindsey had been fascinated by her mother’s breasts. Specifically her nipples. Specifically the fact that she only had one, what remained of the areola of her left breast crowned by an old, jagged scar where the pink nub should have been.

It wasn’t until she was eleven that Lindsey had asked her mother about it. They had been taking their dog Lancer on a walk through a local park. It was a hot July day so mother and daughter had forgone clothing except for footwear, her mother had a pair of sandals and Lindsey wore pink flip-flops. They where hardly the only ones, almost everyone else in the park was completely nude except for the occasional hat, some people even going barefoot.

As they walked along Lindsey noticed a boy and girl, they looked to be high school age, fucking beneath a tree. As she watched her hand almost absentmindedly drifted to her still mostly per-pubescent pussy, her fingers lightly stroking her outer folds. Mother and daughter stopped to let Lancer investigate a bed of flowers next to the walkway and Lindsey looked up at her mom to see that she too had taken note of the free show occurring a few yards away, licking her lips as she watched the young couple fuck. Unlike her daughter she didn’t actually touch herself, but she did press and rub her thighs together as she stood watching.

However Lindsey maintained her attention on her mom, her eyes, as often happened when her mother was topless, going back to study her scared breast. It was far from the most extreme disfigurement she had ever seen, a boy at her elementary school one year older then her had let his father cut off, cook, and eat his penis as a birthday present. Lindsey had heard that he wanted to be castrated too now, apparently without a dick he was having a hard time satisfying the new desires that came with the onset of puberty and would just as soon be rid of them. She had seen him naked a few times on hot, clothe-less days, she’d found the sight of the short stub that was all that was left of his manhood strangely erotic, and especially liked the way it left his balls better exposed without a penis dangling down in front of them.

Margret watched the two teens fuck for a few more moments before glancing at her daughter. She smiled when she saw that the young girl was once again gazing at her nipple-less breast. She reached up and cupped her tit, her thumb rubbing its ruined summit. Lindsey’s eyes widened, and she looked up to see her mom smiling knowingly down at her before returning her gaze to her breast and fondling hand. As she stood there a question occurred to her young mind, an obvious one, but one she had never thought to ask before.

“Mom, why do you only have one titty?”

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