This is my first attempt, so I'm not sure about the quality.



Hinata inn Slave Dorms Chapter 1.



Kaolla hopped along the pavement on her single bare foot. It was awkward and tiring but she didn't really have a choice. She felt every single bystander's eyes on her, even with her head held down in shame. The young Indian girl's body was bare, she was wearing only a heavy gold bangle on her ankle and a steel slave collar on her neck. Her right arm was amputated a bit below her shoulder, ending in a wrinkled short stump. Her left arm ended a few inches below her elbow with a similarly scarred round stump, she had her elbow slightly bent forward as she hopped. The leg she had lost, the left one, was amputated mid-thigh, the stitch marks from the amputation run across both the stump's tip and the inner side of her residual leg. Her left eye was missing leaving her with an empty eye socket, she couldn't close it since the eyelids were also removed. Who could blame anyone for staring at her? She could hear most of them whisper and some not even bothering to hide what a huge spectacle she was.



''Whoah, look at that slave girl!''

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I have been looking for a story that used to be on here. It was called "The Message" it was about a girl that was kidnapped by the mafia as a message to her dad. Anyone have it?

It was late at night when little Lizzy began to stirr in her bed, roused from her dreams by a familiar pang in her bladder. She groaned and shifted in her bed, partially awake and aware of her growing need to pee, but not quite ready to get out of bed. For a moment, she considered just letting it loose right then and there, the bathroom was cold and she was sleepy...but at 9 years old her parents made it very clear to her that she was getting way to old to still be wetting the bed...no matter how much she swore it was an 'accident'.



Finally Lizzy gave in to her better judgement and pulled away the sheets, sitting upright and sleepily rubbing her eyes. She wore a light green pair of cotton Pajamas as well as green and white striped socks on her little feet, the soles greyed from a days worth of playing. She sat there for a moment, not quite free of sleeps grasp, yet another pang in her bladder made certain to remind her of ever more urgent need for a toilet. The 9 year old swung her legs over the bed and scootched to the edge, droopping down to the floor before walking to her door.



With a twist of the knob she pulled her door open...and was greeted by a wretchedly dark and forboding hallway. The typically familiar Hallway out of her room seemed to have been swallowed up by the night. She swore it was darker than she had ever seen it. A sharp chill went down her spine causing the little girl to quiver as her heart was gripped with a sudden fear. A small tinkle of pee loosed into her panties, soaking the fabric with a tiny fear squirt.



Lizzy quickly slammed her door shut, her heart pounding as her young mind filled with all the possible terrors that lurked in that inperceptable void that was once her hallway. Her little cooch was already wet and warm with fresh urine, yet she was far from what she would consider peeing herself, still her pladder was now throbbing and the odd pangs were becoming more frequent

[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.



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Hello, I was looking for torture of feet and found this form by accident. I looked at the stories of torture and cannibalism of our feet that really makes me excited. I'm a transsexual. I would love for you to write a story about my feet. My name is Bruna. Thank you my love, kisses.



here are some photos of my feet





https://uploaddeimagens.com.br/imagens/1-jpg--6552

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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?”

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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"



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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.



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