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    Young lives are being plucked out of existence in Sugarplum hill. "Bubblegum and sodapop, cherries last and poppycock." School kids parrot this phrase with bright eyes as they promise to protect each other. But candy is just their problem.

    Nia doesn't even look like a tween yet. 3ft 5 and still carrying a baby layer of plush. She has the skills of someone much older. A tiny hand holds firmly onto a long, girthy shaft. Her hot breath puffs out over the head before her lips take to it. She's standing as she performs, her incredible shortness a perfect mismatch with her partners incredible height. He ducks to keep his head from hitting the ceiling, she stands on her tiptoes to get more level with his cock and he groans. They are in the dark-wood candy decorated depths of Harvy's Candies, underground candy shop. And Nia is blowing Harvey. There's a moan, and then an audible swallow... And another swallow, and another, before the young girl releases his saliva drenched rod and looks up at the overall clad adult.

    Her pristine white outfit brims with cleanly brightness against the dark hardwood of his store. The golden buttons in 2 columns of 3 down her blouse give her a look a touch of secretarial submission, but the pastel blue mini-skirt brims with playful youth and begs for a peak beneath. Her sapphire eyes look up at him and her snow-pale little hands cup into a bowl. She looks like a beggar, and her face relentlessly showcases that she not only knows this but is drowning in embarrassment. The man obliges her pitiful plea, reaching long arms to a wooden shelf and the beaker that lies atop, his fingers hunt and finally find a little candy gem, a pearl of pure sugar, a caramel treat, the girl takes it with overwhelming joy. She looks at it first, taking in the shape and it's golden glow in the dim-lit store. She brings it ever so slowly to her lips, almost solemn in her movements though filled up with a pleasure so deep she could cry. Her well learned tongue takes in the caramel ball and flips it back and forth, coating her cheeks and the roof of her mouth with sweet sticky sugar. It's very very soon before she can't handle the wait any more and swallows the thing whole, a visible bulb traveling her throat as she voraciously pushes it into her stomach.

    "I want... Today, I want..." Nia stammers. She doesn't quite manage to look at the eldery dark figure towering over her. "Today... I *need* some more."
    "Nia... I don't give more than one a day. You know that." Bellows out the candy chefs voice as he zips up and turns to organizing shelves.
    As Nia imagines she might not get another delicious firecracker of sugary flavor today, she feels a deeply rooted fear clawing at her back.
    "Today I NEED it though" She says with panic in her eyes and her first bit of direct eye contact since the two met so many months ago. "Today is special! Today, my..." She looks away again, drawing her panicked gaze to the floor.
    "How is your mother, dear." Nia focuses in on a nail in the floorboards, drawing her attention hard towards anything besides that question. She feels electric claws of fear grip into her back, making her body tingle with discomfort and threaten to buckle. She trembles. "Doesn't she worry about you? She must want to see you more since she can't get out of bed, and yet you're here more often. Did the operation go okay?" Nia's vision goes black though her eyes are wide open, all she can sense is the claws on her back. Her breathing gets harder and heavier, and turns into a wheeze that involves her whole chest. The pace of hard breaths is quickening and quickening until she's saved from the dark place by the shining bulb of a lollipop.

    Her sapphire blue eyes are captured suddenly by a matching crystalline sugar treat, held between two fingers by the candy maker himself. She grabs his hand right away and closes her mouth around the marbley bright treat. She clasps him tight as she can, pulling the stick from his hand before apologizing with her mouth full, pop slid between her tongue and gums.

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    an interesting begining.... curious to see where this goes.
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    [Thanks for saying something nice. Really made me feel like I should come back to finish it. I'm going on a long flight soon so please say things! I want to see things before I take off, and when I land.]

    Harvey sank down into the tensely stretched out young girl. His posture, towered over her, and his ruthless lustful gaze emanated intimidation. He was like a hawk, his intimidating wingspan curling around her completely. Her arms came back to her body, instinctively protecting her chest and blending in with her school jacket so that she becomes a small white ball quivering unbalanced atop her thin, knock-kneed legs. She collapses.

    "Wait!" She exclaims, but the spidery thin man doesn't let up in the slightest. She's yolked up into his lap, her back against his chest, and relentlessly prodded at and groped. Experimental hands pinch at her small, plush breasts and clutch at her doughy thighs. "Stop!" She exclaims as his hands rush to straddle her soft, slender neck and ride the curve of her thighs up to her young pubic mound. The man plays outside her panties, and the girl fills up red, blushing and drowning in her own sense of helplessness. "I can't, I can't be... I can't be doing this. Mom says--"
    "Your mother isn't around anymore, is she?" Cuts in the man, having taken acute notice of her panicked eyes and distraught, distracted needs. The tears well up in her eyes immediately, defeated, she falls backward into the mans sinful embrace, both her hands holding tightly onto his wrist as he works her untouched sex. His other hand is free to rip open her top, breaking a golden button from it and freeing the others from their bins. Her small breasts are cupped by a frilly pink bra that he without hesitation presses his hand inside. She's somewhere else, images of mom flood her mind. Memories of warmth, playfulness, and love fill her up all hooked with the weighty idea that they will never happen again. And with that weight comes the craving, the craving to feel light and floaty.

    "I need more for this." She cries out. "I need more." She scrambles and struggles and slips from the mans grip. Images of mom that she wants to wash away confuse and blind her as they cloud her mental vision. She crawls, dizzied by deep confusion and painful sadness. It gives the man a view of her bright panties glowing beneath her pastel skirt. He appreciates the view and stands, following her slowly. In her blind search she stumbles into his kitchen, unable to focus and moving, by scent, to his oven. She opens it to find bright blue and bright white sheets of syrupy, delicious sugar. Her mouth is agape, she looks at it and without thinking grabs one of the still hot pans. She flinches hard, yelping out, but manages to bring the thing clanging to the floor infront of her. Shaking with excitement she holds her composure just enough to grab the second pan next, placing it down and letting it fall atop the first. She's looking at the two giant pans of nearly pure sugar like a explorer crossing crates of golden treasure. She looks behind herself to Harvey, who enjoys the apologetic, cautious look splayed across his face for a few seconds before giving her an confirmation hand wave. A couple more tears fall down her cheeks and she returns her gaze to the glossy, smooth surface reflecting her crying face, bright red and quivering, shaking with anticipation, need, sugar lust covering up her dread.

    A finger touches the crystaline blue liquid. It's hot, too hot, painful and steaming, as she slowly pulls her finger away, her hand shakes to deal with the pain. The unfinished candy sticks to her finger connecting it to the tray below in a long, unbreaking string. It's heavy, slow, and moves like slime. She pulls her finger above her head and drops a long noodle of blue into her mouth. It's too long to contain and so it falls over her chest and chin as well. It's hot. It hurts. It hurts alot but it's sugar and she can taste it and she wants to taste more. Her clothes grow wet where the blue slime touches and her skin reddens in long snaking lines beneath every stringy drip of the bright candy. But the burns don't stop her from taking another stringy fingerful to her mouth and licking the heated sugar from her lips. She takes another, and another... Soon she bends down over the two candy trays, scooping her first hot handful of many up into her mouth, lips lips kissing her palm to suckle more of the vibrant electric blue treat away. It's growing easier now as the candy begins to cool. Syrupy strings of it make her chest sticky.

    The man walks behind her. His hand slips under her skirt to caress the small of her back, the girl is drowning all her negative emotions in candy and lets his relatively comfortable touch send tingling waves of pleasure up her spine. He slides and brings her panties down over her plush rear. His weighty cock flops forward from behind his zipper to kiss her pinkish entrance. She's distracted from gorging herself for a moment by his touch. He pushes inside her, stretching her tiny entrance to meet his girth. The pain for her grows greater and greater, and she drops little salty tears into the candy and they sit atop the sugary surface like tiny pearls. She continues to eat, the candy starting to feel more like clay than syrup, letting her glob it up in ever bigger handfulls into her mouth. The man starts to thrust as the candy continues to harden. Swallowing becomes harder as big syrupy globs become clay in her throat.


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    I have to say, death by candy suffocation is pretty creative
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    "Come on! I really need this. I still have to pay her back!" Anna complained. Annoyed, Andrew was unsympathetic.

    "You still have to pay me back, too. I'm not lending you more money so you can prop up your little, failing Ponzi scheme of a personal budget."

    "I haven't even been able to buy lunch this week. You've always helped me out before."

    "Yeah, well, at some point you need to help yourself. I can't hold you together for the rest of your life."

    "There has to be something I can give you in exchange for $20," the small, dark-blonde-haired girl protested. Anna was well-developed for her age - her somewhat revealing outfit of short shorts and a strapless tank top making her body shape clear to anyone who looked. Her hair was wavy and a bit more than shoulder length. Both she and Andrew were 16 years old, and on their way out of school for the end of the day. They had known each other for several years, but had something of an antagonistic relationship. They shared classes and lived close, and so often helped each other out, but spent much of their time teasing one another. She prodded him for being a nerd, and he would retaliate by calling out her slutty nature.

    "Well... you know the big biology assignment we have coming up?" Andrew asked.

    "Yeah?"

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    Excellent story, consensual non-snuff like this seems uncommon, and i'd love to see more "aftermath" details, maybe of her enjoying a new life as a butt-slut, or guys trying to get some pleasure out of her hole?

    Alternatively, Anna selling progressively more and more of her body (boobs, ass, mouth) to fund various trivial things would be fun to see too.
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    Excellent story! Here is a story idea in the hopes of getting your inspiration up for a sequel.

    Months later, Anna is at her best friends place for a sleepover where it is revealed that she's dating Andrew. They have a normal relationship except he likes to tease her about owning her cunt. Somehow a cat knocks over a cup spilling liquid all over Anna and she's forced to removed her shirt, revealing the bra she made from her womb with maybe the fallopian tubes and ovaries acting as the tie. Her friend is completely enamored of the new bra and shyly asks for one of her own. Anna reluctantly complies and using the knowledge she's learning from Andrew (since he's a smart nerd and she can't quite get through life anymore being slutty without a cunt) she harvest's her friends womb. But since Anna's doing all the work, she asks for her friend's cunt as payment, thinking she'd like to make it into a purse. Everyone survives and are happy with their new accessories. Weeks later, another friend spots Anna's new purse and wants one just like it. And in conclusion, Anna begins to dream of becoming the first ever girl leather fashion designer.
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    Considering all those things like regeneration technology and other technical stuff I think it may be better to avoid mentioning anything of that in the story in advance since it kinda takes away some of the fun as if devalues everything a lot. If something of that must happen just do it when necessary.

    If there will be a sequel, I think the reason to do this again to another girl should be not the money but the fact that another girl is nymphomaniac who just can't stop masturbating and this is distracting her too much from studies. She always keeps running vibrator inside and her pussy is stretched a lot already to be almost useless. Getting rid of her cunt seems to be the perfect solution to this problem.
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    Ooh I like that idea!
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    Is that fanfic of Andrew from The Official's podcast. lol Nice story though.
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    I awoke tied to an operating table. My limbs were all spread out. There were metal bands holding my wrists and ankles in place, and a thick leather strap going between my belly button and my breasts. I was totally naked. "Where am I?" I said. Several doctors were standing around me, all of them women. None of them answered me. "Hello? What's going on?" One of them picked up a clipboard. "Are you Sasha Fiero, 19 years old, Greensburg University?" "Yes, let me go!" One of the doctors picked up a large handsaw. "What are you doing?" I said. Another doctor grabbed my right arm and held it down. The doctor with the saw put one hand on my breast and rested the saw right on the end of my shoulder. "Try to hold still, okay, darling?" she said. She started sawing into my flesh, bright red blood bleeding out. A hot burning pain shot from my shoulder to the rest of my body. All the air was forced out of my lungs, and I made a cry of pain. I tried to arch up my back, but the strap over my stomach made it impossible. I was immobilized. "We're through," said the doctor. Horrifyingly, one of the doctors undid the strap on my right arm, picked it up and tossed it into a bin like garbage. By now, the shock had worn off and I screamed out in pain. "Sealing wound," said a doctor, and she took a red-hot iron rod out of a rack. "No! Please!" I yelled, but she pressed it to my shoulder. It was pure agony. I started writhing around in pain, trying to escape my restraints, but it was no use. I was too weak. By now, they had walked to my other arm. "Please, I'll do anything," I wheezed. I could barely speak. But it was no use. Again, one of them held my arm down, and another one pushed down on my breast and began to saw. There was no more shock or adrenaline rush, just extreme pain on both shoulders. I wiggled my hips, hoping to slide out of the strap, but what would be the point? I'd surely just collapse without arms. The pain from the saw was almost unbearable, and in my screaming I was losing my voice. I began to see black, and I was praying that I would pass out and that the pain would go away. But before I could, the arm was off. One doctor threw it away, and the wound was heat sealed. 2 arms gone. I felt weak and my skin looked very pale.  I began to hyperventilate, from pain and from trauma. I had no more arms, I was a cripple. "She's lost a lot of blood. She needs a transfusion!" Said one of the doctors. Almost immediately, something sharp pierce deep into my belly button.

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    Fuck, this was really hot! This place could always use more quadruple amputation stories like yours! Great job, I enjoyed it very much.
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    I'm always happy to see an amputee story, though I personally prefer to focus more on the girl's struggles after her amputation(s). One suggestion: use line breaks. It makes it much easier to read, especially in gurochan's display format.

    Thanks for the story!
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    I awoke tied to an operating table. My limbs were all spread out. There were metal bands holding my wrists and ankles in place, and a thick leather strap going between my belly button and my breasts. I was totally naked. "Where am I?" I said. Several doctors were standing around me, all of them women. None of them answered me. "Hello? What's going on?" One of them picked up a clipboard. "Are you Sasha Fiero, 19 years old, Greensburg University?" "Yes, let me go!" One of the doctors picked up a large handsaw. "What are you doing?" I said. Another doctor grabbed my right arm and held it down. The doctor with the saw put one hand on my breast and rested the saw right on the end of my shoulder. "Try to hold still, okay, darling?" she said. She started sawing into my flesh, bright red blood bleeding out. A hot burning pain shot from my shoulder to the rest of my body. All the air was forced out of my lungs, and I made a cry of pain. I tried to arch up my back, but the strap over my stomach made it impossible. I was immobilized. "We're through," said the doctor. Horrifyingly, one of the doctors undid the strap on my right arm, picked it up and tossed it into a bin like garbage. By now, the shock had worn off and I screamed out in pain. "Sealing wound," said a doctor, and she took a red-hot iron rod out of a rack. "No! Please!" I yelled, but she pressed it to my shoulder. It was pure agony. I started writhing around in pain, trying to escape my restraints, but it was no use. I was too weak. By now, they had walked to my other arm. "Please, I'll do anything," I wheezed. I could barely speak. But it was no use. Again, one of them held my arm down, and another one pushed down on my breast and began to saw. There was no more shock or adrenaline rush, just extreme pain on both shoulders. I wiggled my hips, hoping to slide out of the strap, but what would be the point? I'd surely just collapse without arms. The pain from the saw was almost unbearable, and in my screaming I was losing my voice. I began to see black, and I was praying that I would pass out and that the pain would go away. But before I could, the arm was off. One doctor threw it away, and the wound was heat sealed. 2 arms gone. I felt weak and my skin looked very pale.  I began to hyperventilate, from pain and from trauma. I had no more arms, I was a cripple. "She's lost a lot of blood. She needs a transfusion!" Said one of the doctors. Almost immediately, something sharp pierce deep into my belly button.

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    I started into this after I read the stories of A-Cannibal on asstr.org One of the stories I liked best was Stocking up for Winter, Part 1 and 2. You can find them here,

    http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/cannibal_land/cannibal%20land%202/?s=2&d=2

    I always wondered what happened to the remaining meats and so I decided to continue his story. It´s not yet completed, so please feel free to comment. And to add suggestions if you like to see something special.

    Stocking up for Winter Part 3

    Chapter One

    On Christmas eve Alan and Beth were sitting together with the the 16 remaining meats at the big table. It was set with Alan's best china. Big bowls sat on the table they were filled with potato salad, pasta salad, steaming vegetables and so on. In the center of the table sat a large serving plate. On a bed of lettuce were two gooses. A girl and a boy. The boy had been 10 years old and the girl 9 years old while they still were alive. Their names had been Mark and Sandra. And the two cannibals were tearing them apart. While the kids continued on their vegetarian diet.

    Beth let her eyes wander over the remaining meat packs while she was enjoying the right buttock of the boy. There were now mostly girls left now. Only two boys were left. Both were to old for her to play with since they had started to produce cum and so she would run the risk of getting pregnant if she would have them service her . The boys were both 12. The blond Johnny who just turned twelve and brown haired Don. Her eyes continued her way over the 14 girls. Most were at the nice age between 9 and 12. But there still sat the 15 year old Ana two 14 year old twins Ina and Mia and the 13 year old Melodie. Her eyes lingered on Ana. Looking her up and down she realized that the girls pretty boobs had grown even more. A thought crossed her mind and she looked at Melodie. Melodie was the only girl that had asked for tampons till now! The twins and Ana surely were old enough to have their periods already too!

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    Great Story. Thanks for Posting.
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    I didn't love pissing on food...

    I believe that the kids are taster when they roasted alive!!!


    If you read closely they didn`t piss in or in the food ;p Until those get in the oven or the pot or the BBQ pit what they got will be long gone from their system!

    Also I didn't kill the new years meat yet! One will roast alive in the oven and the other might get grilled, just minus their arms and legs!

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    Your welcome and big thanks! I´ll soon continue it! And I´m always open for suggestions!
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    The next part. Progress is slowing down due to family matters but I still work on it!



    Alan looked thoughtfully at her. Then an idea struck him. He couldn't cane or paddle her since that would bruise her roast meat. But he could do something else!

    Walking over to Beth he silently told her his idea and on her nod he walked into his room and to his toy cabinet. Picking out two butt-plugs That were slightly bigger than his cock he came back. Placing them on the counter next to the crying little girl. Unknown to him the injection had made her also much more sensitive to pain! So she felt like her shoulders were to be ripped of even so she didn´t hang on them yet! Her brain tried to receive information from her dead extremities but got of course nothing. This absence was then been processed into pain too. A pain and an itch that couldn't be scratched! Alan went to the spices cabinet. He got out some tabasco hot sauce for starters, dried chili pepper, ground cayenne pepper and a teabag for loose tea.

    Returning to the counter he put a good amount of the chili into a mortar and used a pestle to crush and ground them up nicely. Adding two table spoons of cayenne pepper and then making a nice paste by adding some tabasco sauce. He spooned the paste into the teabag.

    Next he took a big ball gag and looked at Maria. She was crying so loudly that her mouth was wide open. With a mean smile he first shoved the tea bag in her mouth making sure to keep some of the paper outside and with his other hand he pushed the ball gag in! He had to almost dislocate her jaw to get it in. Fastening the straps he smiled at Maria.

    Her screams cut down to whimpers now. Alan put on some latex gloves and then coated both butt-plugs in the hot sauce. With an evil smile he shoved them into her ass and cunt! Then smearing the sauce over her tiny clit too!

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    If someone wants to draw the scenes have fun! Just please share your works with all of us! There can never be enough pictures of torturing, branding, cooking and eating young girls in the world!
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    My DA: http://cuteandhurting.deviantart.com/
    My HF: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/CuteAndHurting/profile

    Unfortunately, u need to be logged into HF to see my stories, probably because of content severity...

    Intro and Chapter 1



    Introduction and Explanations



    In my story group “Bad Magic: Petrification, Transformation, Immortality” or BMPTI, some stories followed a wizards’ realm with the concept of ‘simple sealing’. And then one day, while brushing my doorknob to Nico and Maki, I thought of a Japanese company for that type of stories. A company that would buy girls, embed a microchip in their brains to have full control over their behavior, and use them for entertainment, abuse, and in the end turn them into statues. Of course, the best thing about ‘simple sealing’ statues is that the victims are still conscious and feel the last thing they felt. So I thought I would dedicate a whole story group just to that. Now, I don’t know if I’ll only write 1, 2 or 20 stories on this subject, but they will be here.

    ‘Simple sealing’ directly traps or turns a person into nonliving material, trapping their soul. As soul is inside a non-biological matter, it unfortunately mends with it and becomes forever trapped in material itself, even if broken and changed with nuclear fission. Worst thing is, however, that all senses, except for hearing and sight, become locked the way there were moment before, and the person’s thoughts and emotions run free. There is no doubt those people are practically in silent black hell.


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    Miku Like Nico



    (For explanations, read Intro chapter. This has nothing to do with Hatsune Miku.)

    A brunette with long wavy hair and big eyes, named Naomi. First year high schooler from Academy of Magic – that’s who she was just a day ago. Now she is a property of Statue and Hell Department. They drove her to the dormitory in the back seat of a black SUV. There were no bars or precautions or anything. She had a chip in her brain. It made her obey and not run away. It took away a lot of her fear and negative emotions. It prevented her from hurting someone or herself. Her face had color, but the expression was neutral, as if she had no soul. That was because she was in a state of confusion.

    Herself being magically paralyzed, strapped on a chair, her head fixed. The sound of the drill drilling into her skull. Weird sound as they were embedding the chip… And fear. Fear, panic and disgust all the way. She knew her only fate was to be trapped forever as she would be turned into a statue or silicone or something. Trapped in the tiniest particles of it so breaking and fission doesn’t affect her. Eternity. Would not stop even when Sun swallows Earth in millions of years. She saw that in some of her sealing classes. Her own fellow colleagues condemned to solitude and inability to move or breathe. Some of them horribly tortured beforehand, thus condemned to the same type of torture forever. Her fellow classmates slowly getting to like it. She never got to like it. Perhaps she would eventually, but… There was something beautiful about it, but so cruel it just made you want to cry.

    Yet right after they started testing the chip inside her, panic and expected psychological reaction stopped. She didn’t want to have such a horrible fate. She would do anything, or suffer anything just to be safe from being sealed away. Yet in the same time, from that moment, she couldn’t get nervous about it. Despite it going through her head the whole time – while she was sitting in that back seat, while she walked through the parking lot, while she was walking to her room being given the room number. All the time she thought about her cruel fate, but not for a moment could she cry, despair or disobey.

    In the dormitory, girls were all dressed in blue as it was a symbol of the company. Most of them wore sport shorts and sleeveless T-shirts with simply drawn cat face on it. Naomi did too. Halls had girls talking, drawing, dancing, singing… so much activity. Almost as if it was a happy place with a positive, ambitious atmosphere. On the stairway there was a small brunette with a tiny pony tail who singed so beautifully, so precisely, for the passersby. Naomi had to stop and listen. She first sang a slow emotional song, and then started singing something happy and fast. Naomi thought ‘Why? Why is she singing?’ Girls that currently had nothing to do wore the same neutral or smiling face like Naomi did, seemingly thinking of the same thing. Some girls even discussed sealings of the past.

    When Naomi got to her room, there she found a small girl with long black hair tied in twintails. She looked like Nico from Love Live. She was sitting on the bed, her knees hugged by her arms. Her face was cold and neutral, like she felt the same way as Naomi. There was only one big bed.

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    Fire of Love



    (Sequel of “Miku Like Nico”. Read that chapter and Intro chapter to fully understand.)

    Naomi shortened her hair and had it painted red. They were now a proper Nico x Maki cosplay couple. As Naomi was showering with Miku, a female SHD worker recorded them with an 8K camera. It was time for “Nico” to teach “Maki” how to satisfy a girl. Being Naomi’s first “giver” experience, and so played like “Maki’s” first experience, if done correctly, it would be a potent tape, and a little bit helpful in saving Naomi and Miku from the cruel fate of eternal prison.

    First they would wash each other with soap. During that, Naomi rubbed Miku’s crotch, or “Nico’s” crotch, as she was soaping her up. She washed her off thoroughly. Then Miku hung the shower up and reduced the water so it would pour mostly down her back, and just a little over her breasts, belly and crotch. It looked artistic and hot on Miku’s smooth feminine body. Naomi, or “Maki”, had for the first time licked a girl’s bare breasts. Or licked anyone in general. Miku would give her just little advice, and would praise her. She called her a “good girl”, and Naomi actually liked being called that way.

    Then Naomi went carefully to her knees, licking Miku’s tummy, going lower to her pussy. Naomi, on her third day, in the morning, had licked a girl’s most sensitive part for the first time, right after licking her breasts. It was, however, hard to separate Miku’s pussy lips as she was standing, and Naomi had to push her head through her thighs to get to the “right part”. Naomi did her best to enjoy and show calmness. Miku kept giving her compliments and calling her a “good girl”, and in a while she came, even though she had help from those who were supervising them with the security cameras (they have the consoles, so they gave her the right parameters for easy orgasm).

    “You’ve done well, Naomi.” Said the camera lady. “Appearance can be a problem in first-time videos, but you’ve done it great.”

    Miku and Naomi went to the cafeteria. They were hungry so they ate.

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    Escape?



    (This is a continuation of a sub-story.)
    (Chapters of sub-story: Miku Like Nico, Fire of love, Escape. Read from beginning to understand. It is recommended to read intro chapter too.)
    (Also, if there will be a next SHD story, it will be unrelated to this story chain.)

    For Naomi, being new to sex was a positive thing as it enabled her to document her first-time experiences. You can guess why those types of tapes were rare, and they actually increased her popularity and chance to be bought by a large porn company and thus saved for what was waiting for her.

    She listened to Miku and started having sex with other girls too. She actually liked kissing a lot. Even though it was regulated by the chip in her brain, seeing how Miku kissed other girls and how hot and creative she was gave her motivation to practice it. Besides, Miku had wonderfully looking lips. So Naomi kissed brunettes, blondes, and girls with colored hairs, black hairs, younger girls and older girls. She even kissed in 3 or 4, in front of SHD cameras and in private. Until one day Miku talked her into licking other girls – their bodies, breasts, pussies. Naomi did it with motivation because of how amazing it looked when Miku did it. She did her best to enjoy girl’s meaty lips and bodies and treating them well.

    She enjoyed seeing girls doing the same things with each other. Although majority of girls did not only do lesbian sex, but also sex with men that volunteered or were paid to be there, Naomi and Miku decided to do only lesbian porn in order to increase strength of their lesbian porn.

    But Miku wasn’t that lucky. Just one day, she was instructed to do a porn video of her first blowjob ever. Not only did it reduce her purity of a lesbian porn actress, but Miku, unlike Naomi, never liked men to begin with, even before she was sold to SHD. Naomi was sorry to watch her cute small-in-size roommate, the person that made her feel safe in that cruel place, desecrated by a seemingly large greasy dick.

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    "PLEASE IT IS PLEASE FOREVER PLEASE DON’T DO THAT TO ME"

    For some reason, this line stuck in my head. Having the victims anticipating their fate helps make it so much hotter.
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    She was beautiful, sleeping on the table as I slid her clothes away and tossed them to fire. She wouldn't need them. I noticed she momentarily opened her eyes so I quickly taped her arms together, starting just above her elbows, all the way to her fingers, which I taped together before I taped thick winter mittens and then socks over her hands and feet. Next were her legs, and I grabbed a second fresh roll because I used so much on her arms, and likewise, I cacooned her from above her knees to her mitten smothered feet, which were soft and small.
    Like a rainbow silver and pale white, the petite 18 year baby sitter was under 5 feet from sole to scalp, and very thin, with not even A cups but amazingly, a perfectly curvy ass that normally stuck out in a manner that mortified her, currently smooshed on the table beneath her.

    I saw her open eyes as I taped her mourh shut. She stared at me blankly.

    Steven's too old to have a babysitter. His parents got him one anyway, despite his brother, my friend, insisting he and I could. Truly I didn't want to be his babysitter, I wanted him not to have one.
    Steven was his with his brother. His babysitter was in my basement.

    I pretty muched wrecked all the tech that could endanger me and made it look like some SJWs did it, was quite fun. Then I waited in Steven's house while he was at the park with his brother, who really didn't kbow my plan. Dragging her nextdoor and tossing her in an open window on the ground was easy. It was dark isolated.
    But now she was waking up.

    She blinked.
    She looked around and her face showed simultaneously more fear and realization as she calculated her situation, before snapping her head steady to stare at me, wide eyed and almost unblinking.

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    Hannah goes to the Zoo



    	
    The world was changing. Had changed already, in fact. Hannah wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but remembered with crystal clarity the first time the changes became obvious enough for her to notice. The first time was the day she saw a woman eaten by a frog.

    	
    She was at the zoo, casually wandering around the exhibits and admiring all the different animals. Many no longer existed in the wild, some had been extinct until revived by recent scientific advancements, and a few had never existed before the present at all. It was one of these last that caught her attention on that day. It was a frog. A frog the size of a great dane.

    	
    The frog and a couple of young zookeepers were at the center of an amphitheater-like enclosure, with a modest crowd observing from the terraced seats. It was, she learned from the poster on the wall, the frog's scheduled live feeding day. Hannah joined the other zoo patrons in the audience who had gathered to watch the feeding.

    	
    The larger of the two zookeepers, a man, introduced himself and the frog, Jimmy, to the audience. He also introduced his female co-worker to the audience, but did so almost as a afterthought, as though her name was really worth mention. He then told the audience a condensed version of Jimmy's life history, starting with his creation, one of many, at a laboratory. The zookeeper then detailed his short life as a slightly larger than usual polliwog, his gradual transformation into adult amphibian, and his rapid and seemingly ceaseless growth in size. The zoo had acquired Jimmy just after his physically maturity and had been feeding him live meals of ever increasing size since then.

    	
    The zookeeper explained that at first feeder mice were enough of a meal to satisfy the frog. Jimmy grew quickly however, and soon was downing rats by the dozen. He started eating small piglets after that, and then moved on to juvenile pigs. At his current size of better than one hundred fifty pounds he was theoretically able to consume a pig nearly as large as he was. This was proving to be an increasingly dangerous proposition however, as adult pigs are extremely powerful animals. The zoo was becoming steadily more concerned that one of his next meals might cause serious injury or worse to Jimmy, which, the zookeeper explained, was the reason for the substitution of that day's scheduled pig with something considerably less likely to cause him harm.

    	
    The female zookeeper had harrumphed and rolled her eyes at her co-worker's last statement, then interjected that she thought that a pig was perfectly acceptable for Jimmy. Her colleague chuckled and replied that he was sure that she did. She then, with some assistance from her co-worker, proceeded to undress, curl her legs and arms as tightly as she could against her body, then allow Jimmy to swallow her whole.

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    Same guy who wrote "Cock Vore" about 5 years ago?
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    Yeah this was great, got any more fics out there?
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    I'm very glad that people enjoyed this. Thank you for the comments. The sequel is posted, please check it out if you like.

    Zookeepers
    https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/7570.html

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    If you read Zookeepers, you will find yourself very much in luck.

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    Thank you. A little uncertainty was exactly what I was hoping to leave the audience with.

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    Jim, I'm a longtime fan of your work. I think that you'll find plenty of internal stuff to entertain you in the sequel, including talking.

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    This story goes along with "Hannah goes to the Zoo". It is sort of a sequel, but stands on its own. The events in this story take place more or less concurrently with the events in Hannah's story. I had written the two with the intention of Hannah's story being read first, but it probably makes little difference in the end.

    Here is a link to "Hannah goes to the Zoo", for your convenience.
    https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/7498.html

    Zookeepers

    1 - The Meeting

    	
    Trina, Rebbecca, and Ted were all in a meeting with the head managers of the zoo. The live feedings that took place in the reptile and amphibian department were usually very popular with the public, and drew in additional visitors on the days they were scheduled. The problem was that the large animals the public liked to watch eat required equally large prey to feed on. During the yesterday's feeding, Jimmy, the zoo's media darling and very expensive giant frog, had very nearly been seriously injured by the pig he was supposed to eat. So, management had called the people who worked in the reptile and amphibian department, all three of them, in to this meeting to try and brainstorm up some solutions.

    	
    Ted was the supervisor of the reptile and amphibian department. Both Susan and Rebbecca worked under him. The other people at the meeting were Angela, who was the zoo's head manager, Robert, the zoo's accountant, Felicity, the zoo's PR and advertising manager, and Namela, the zoo's HR manager. Robert had suggested, with an accountant's eye towards economy, that simply feeding several smaller feeder animals to the large predators, instead of one larger feeder animal, might solve the problem. Felicity had rebutted that most of the people who went to watch the live feedings, in any department of the zoo, did so because they wanted to witness the struggle of predator versus prey. Large predators mowing down smaller feeder animals like popcorn would, she insisted, hardly hold the public's interest for very long. Ted chimed in, agreeing with and supporting Felicity's sentiments. The meeting then ground to a halt, as no one else seemed to have any ideas about how to solve the problem.


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    Relevant to our interests... (Frog vore, feet sticking out).
    http://alucardsspirit.deviantart.com/art/Last-Licks-of-Berseh-599143740
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    fuck off wit rhis ild-ass secod-live cg crapshit

    if yore gonna post somethine d0nt post trash
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    Here's a fragment I wrote as part of a comment on another writer's story. It isn't part of a whole story I'm writing, just a bit of dialog I wrote as an example of what I'd love to see that writer do with the Zookeepers sequel they are creating. I thought it was a little something fans of this story might also like to read.

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    "What... What is it like, inside of Jimmy?" Hannah asked, hesitantly, as if she were afraid of the answer.

    "I was a bit.. worried at.. first." Alicia murmured, her eyes drowsy and half lidded.

    "But the longer.. I'm in here.. the more right.. it seems." she continued, her words faint and wheezy, due to the tight constriction of the giant frog's throat around her chest. "God, after the.. first half hour.. in here, I just.. couldn't stop.. masturbating."

    "R-really?" Hannah asked, her mouth dropping open in surprise. "Are.. are you still, um, doing it?"

    "No." Alicia answered, a bit of sadness creeping into her voice. "I can't feel.. my p-pussy anymore, or.. my fingers. I think.. I think they're m-melting.."

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    Kasaal’s squad laid in wait for the signal to start the assault on the Miqo’te tribe.

    “Everyone.” Kasaal hissed out and her five warriors closed on her. “when we start, fan out and find me the nursery. I have a shop coin for the one who finds it.” The response was as anticipated with mutters of excitement and agreement surrounded her. The shop coin allowed for anyone to purchase one item from their tribe’s shop, regardless of size or value. Only the tribe’s head warriors were allowed to distribute them, and they were a highly valued prize among the upcoming elite.

    The cry from Veril went off, and the cry from Scalar filled the night. Kasaal quickly rose and let loose a bellowing response call. Simultaneously her warriors stood with fire spears ablaze and let a volley loose into the Miqo’te tribe’s village, two other volleys coming from Scalar and Veril’s direction scattered deadly fire across the target buildings as well.

    Without any more encouragement, all six of the lizard folk tore through the tall grass at a blinding speed and spread out. The cries of the female Miqo’te filled the night as the lizard folk collided with their warriors and civilians.

    Kasaal, leapt into the air in front of a building as she saw movement at the doorway. Her timing was pinpoint as a Miqo’te, couldn’t of been more than fifteen years old, emerged from the doorway with long beautiful blonde hair, lusciously full D breasts, and a petite figure. She was checking left and right to see if the area was clear, but Kasaal was already on top of her.

    The young Miqo’te cried out as Kasaal’s feet landed on her collarbone, and Kasaal felt a familiar crunch as her weight broken into the girl’s skeleton. The body collapsed under her weight and Kasaal found herself sitting on the Miqo’te’s soft breasts as she hit the ground, but time was not on her side. Without loosing a moment, Kasaal shifted her weight off of the Mqio’te, grabbing the girl by the arm, and she lifted her up effortlessly towards the doorway.

    Two younger girls with bows were already taking aim at Kasaal, and fired two arrows. The volley, instead of hitting Kasaal pierced into their friend’s breast and stomach. Kasaal’s meat shield screamed out and the two girls almost dropped their bows in horror. With a smile, Kasaal put her weight into her forward movement, and flung her injured protector into the building amid screams of panic. Five screams of panic? No, six.

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    Lovely work! Are you the same PusKiller that is on Pixiv? I quite enjoy your artwork there as well. Would you entertain the idea of doing RPs?
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    Organization's sake? No. I don't really have a good reason. Would it be better if I did that to reduce clutter?
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    Yup! Thats me! I'm much more of an opportunistic creator now (aka: when I have some free time) so my content output is much lower, but I still enjoy doing it.

    Unfortunately, with the rare commodity of free time I have, I don't think I could fairly commit to an RP. So I'd like to decline, but thank you for the offer!
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    Butterfingered that reference number. Previous response was for:

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    Disclaimer: I don't endorse shark fin soup. That stuff is full of mercury and will fuck up your nervous system. Oh yeah, I don't endorse violence or crude objectification of women either.

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    The boys called me up on deck to see what they had caught. It was a dolphin mermaid, all tangled up in the trawl nets. This was the first live one I had ever seen, and it looked like it had been through the wringer.

    Dolphin mermaids resemble the fantasy mermaid. They look like humans merged with dolphins, covered with mottled dark grey skin, fins on their arms and backs, and more compact chests. This one's ghostly white hair had once been carefully braided with kelp. Now, it was a mess, unkempt with long neglect and clumped to its scalp with mud kicked up by the trawling. A plastic six pack ring was locked tightly around its throat. Pale raw marks on the skin indicated the strangling collar had decorated its host for many months, and the rings were misshapen where the mermaid had tried futilely to break them. Long white scars crisscrossed the dark skin on its back from past collisions with boats. Its flukes were in shreds, and a generous chunk of the left had been cleanly sliced off by a propeller.

    The mermaid on the deck didn't seem to care what was happening to it. It rolled belly up, its pale creamy underside facing the sun, panting rapidly on top of a pile of dead fish. Its arms were twisted around its body, held in place by the tightly tangled netting. Disturbingly, the mermaid continued to wrap itself tighter with a manic smile plastered on its face, clearly drawing perverse pleasure from the feeling of net threads cutting into its flesh.

    In the past, mermaid meat had been a delicacy, but now it was living garbage, chock full of bioaccumulated mercury, pesticides, lead, and whatnot. Immersed in toxic water from birth, eating diets of fish full of plastic steeped in unknown chemicals, the effects on their nervous systems were disastrous.

    As soon as they reached puberty they often went crazy as their bodies lost the ability to handle the chemical cocktails festering in their blubber. Rejected by their clan pods and forced to fend for themselves, these exiles were chased into human waters, outside the protection of international mermaid treaties. Lonely, confused, victims of incomprehensible impulses, they usually ended up as beached corpses or shark food.

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    Love it! Oooh I wanna hear more stories of foamy the dolphin porn star! ;)
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    fucking love it.

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    Thank you so much for reading! I'm still thinking about where to go, or whether to continue with the story. It felt self-contained when I wrote it, but we'll see :)
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    Definitely good self contained story, yet a sequel would be good!
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    Just doing something inspired by a picture I saw. I hope I captured what I was imagining.

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    The worst part wasn't the drool covering her breasts, or the tears and snot dribbling in through the holes in her ball gag.

    It wasn't the fact that the hogtie she was in bent her body so much that her heels banged her shoulders whenever the vibrators on her soles tickled too much.

    It certainly wasn't that she'd come so much from the ceaseless sensation of the other vibrating eggs dancing merrily against her nipples and clit that she'd crossed over, through the agony of overstimulation, back into submissive exhilaration from the pain.

    Or that the dusty wooden edge of a broom head ground deep into her gaping pussy, wedging in place a final vibrating egg directly against her g-spot.

    And actually, the fact she was jammed so tightly into the broom closet that she couldn't even turn her head might have saved her from hurting herself in the throes of the more intense orgasms, though her neck ached.

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    Awesome.
    For a moment, I was tempted to search all the drowning threads for your inspiration image. But somehow I doubt it'd have the same impact as you conveyed with your slow escalation, your agonizing piece-by-piece reveal. Call me infatuated ;)
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    Thanks for the praise! Ironically, I didn't use a picture from the drowning thread as inspiration, so perhaps it's a good thing you didn't look there ;)
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    NEW YORK PARTY GIRL
    by Regis



    I’ve got no idea how I got myself into what turned out to be this crazy, extraordinary, exciting lifestyle, but hey, I’ve got to tell you things weren’t always like this for me. The truth is, I’m quite a good girl, really. Everybody tells me that. I’m not a call girl, a prostitute or anything, like its important you know that the truth is I only fuck friends.

    Also, I only get my rocks off at parties, where everyone’s doing it, and everyone sees everything you do, like nothing ever happens in private, in a dark hotel room, you know, the way prostitutes do it. Like if you’re fucking or even just being fucked at a great party, and everyone there is into it, then its just a lot of fun, there’s nothing unusual or dirty or anything like that about it.

    I expect becoming a party girl, for me, had something to do with how much fun I had as a college cheerleader riding some amazing football player studs’ big stiff cocks after the game in the shower room, with everybody there, and a couple of other open-minded cheerleaders too, giving the boys a chance to exercise their big dicks.

    I think it also had something to do with the constant high, even hypersensitiveness of my clit, and the way all the guys loved to plunge their raging erections into me. I loved to party with sexy guys so much that everybody said I was just like some kind of cock-magnate.


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    I’m a good girl, and I always was, even my daddy told me that. He trained me in lots of special ways to be good with a man. He said if I ever told Mommy she wouldn’t think I was a good girl, but he told me I definitely was. That was good enough for me, because he always hugged me a lot and everything, a lot more than Mommy ever did.

    Even when I was little he told me I was sexy and that I turned him on big time. Mommy had to go to work on weekends, and he’d take advantage to help me with my private sex training, as he called it. We started the training when I was like 7, so I had lots of experience before I went to college. He had a really big dick, and I was like 11 before I could take the whole thing all the way into me.

    These guys who are my friends have big dicks too. They are doing really well at selling stocks, and they really love girls. They like the look of us, and are always putting clips on our cuntlips to hold them open, or to dangle little weights or tiny bells from them, that ring while we walk or are getting fucked, or will use rubber cement to glue our cuntlips wide open just to look at them.

    It’s just that these guys really like to see a girl’s cunt, the most compelling thing about her, they say, and they like it to always look like its feeling horny. They even call us cunt, like they don’t know our name, and we let them do stuff to us because they always want to see our sex organ ready and open for business, and I guess its fair because they do the same kind of shit to all of us.

    They’ll even put a big hard rubber ring up inside our fuck hole to hold it wide open so they can see right up inside us, right to the cute dimple of our cervix. They pull the ring out when they’re ready to fuck us, but then put it back in right after they’ve ejaculated inside us.

    When they use that ring inside our cunts I always think its a pretty humiliating thing to do, but you know I think it’s also really cute, from one perspective, sort of a male way of seeing things. Its to our advantage if we do whatever the guys like, just because they want to do it, and never ask. Once they figured out we’d let them do anything, they really started pushing the boundaries.

    One afternoon we were surprised when our old boss showed up, with a pair of 14-year-old girls in tow. We were all naked, wearing only our heels, ready for action when the guys got home from work. Our ex-boss told the girls to get naked, and then she took off her clothes too.

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    One of the guys, or maybe the bar tender, cuts the cord, triple bags the sprog and it gets dropped right down the trash chute, end of story. The girl that drops it now gets to rejoin our group, and so it goes. Life goes on, but the sprog’s done, so she’s free to be a party girl again. I’ve dropped 3 since I joined my stockbroker friends just over four years ago, and it was scary but cool.

    Anyway, we were 4 or 5 nights into one of these exciting ‘time of month’ ‘kill the fucking bunny’ games where we were all getting team-fucked when a couple of the guys came in and said the game was off, because they’d just found something way more exciting, and they needed as many of us as possible to take part.

    They told us they’d met these really rich dudes who they found were throwing a terrific party, and they needed to have girls like us who liked to party, and who weren’t prudes, but who were just looking for a good time, girls who were really into satisfying the lust of their clits. I was in.

    The guys told us these new guys they’d met were really rich, and what they said they needed was solid girls who weren’t afraid to show their goods, weren’t afraid of some fun rope games, were well built broads with a great set of tits, just like us, and we were told they were going to pay 4 grand to any girls they liked, girls who really wanted to participate, just for one night, and they would pay us in advance.

    They told us those new guys had bought some really cool sex toys, and they needed to use them for real with willing ladies. I love using fun sex toys, almost as much as I like fucking. Hey, that’s not true, I like fucking a lot better, but hot sex toys are always fun. The new guys had stipulated they needed only voluptuous girls with a hot torso like us, no skinny cunts or fatties. We’d be perfect.

    I’ve got a really cool figure with big firm tits, a sexy rounded tummy, which I think I got from the 3 party pregnancies I had, but guys love it, and I have a gorgeous cunt, which really looks outrageous when I’m feeling hot. I’m not a mother or anything, because the pups I popped all went down the trash chute, so I’m totally free to be a full-time sex party girl again.

    Ever since I got my stimulating clit clip put on, I feel hot all the time. Like I’m almost always having a fucking orgasm. Just walking stimulates me, and when my clit starts to swell, the damned clip just works better and better, those tiny teeth do their thing, and a rush of orgasms start, and they just keep on coming. I think if every girl had one of these clit clips, there’d be no more war, because all the guys would be fucking us continually, if we had our way.

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    Now something I thought was worst of all happened. The guys brought these 40 pound weights out, released the rope from one of out tits, and tied it to a weight, so that one tit was taking all our weight, and the other was being pulled severely down by a big fucking weight. The new weight was being supported by the one tit as well.

    I hated these assholes. Even my friends at the sprog-dropping parties had never treated me this badly when I’d been ass-fucked while three different times, like on three different occasions, I’d been forced to pop my pups out. That was then, this was now. I sort of hated that, but really hated this. It was bullshit, and I couldn’t do anything about it.

    The weight on one tit pulled on me so hard that my whole fucking torso twisted. With one tit being pulled up and the other down, I was being bent severely, and had to look really grotesque. All this was happening while I as cuming like a fucking pig, if a pig was able to cum, which is possible, I guess, and I was hanging like a fucking pig too.

    In this new position I could see horizontally, because of the skew in my body. There was nothing I wanted to see. My neck was in almost as much pain as my tits because of the pull on my braid to my asshole anchor. The other eight cunts were in bad shape too, and all of us were drooling from the tight steel rod clamps on our tongues.

    When all the girls got a weight tied to one of her big tits, so that their breasts were stretched wide apart, one up and the other down, things suddenly got a whole lot more serious. This was even worse than anything I’d ever heard of, even in New York, where just about every filthy disgusting thing was possible. I was part of the most shocking party ever!

    All the men were fully dressed, but now they were a whole lot more interested. They got their cocks out, stroked them to full erection, and then started pumping on them, fucking their fists at the sight of us, like they knew exactly what was going to happen to us. We didn’t, but it was exciting, although we were pretty sure it wasn’t going to be pretty.

    A big muscular guy wearing only some work boots came in, carrying a small hunting knife. He had a deep tan, like he lived his life on the beach, but in New York it was more likely he spent a lot of time stretched out in a tanning salon. His big cock curved stiffly up, his penis bouncing and his balls swinging with every step. This naked guy was a seriously bad looking dude.

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    I've used a clit clamp before in stories, but not to this level. The earlier use was of one electrified, driven by a battery carried inside the vagina. It produced continual stimulation for two days, which is more continual orgasm than most women could endure. They died from a combination of high blood pressure and total exhaustion.
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    This story's just for you Gurochan. I have some time at nights now to write. I hope you enjoy.

    While you have the right and freedom to read this regardless of who you are:

    This story isn't meant for anyone who can't separate fantasy from reality.
    You should not use lust, rank, power, or order as an excuse to hurt others,
    you also should not see malice directed at you or anyone you know, or any
    hypothetical persons. This work of fiction is not intended to cause harm.

    This is especially not meant for those who do not want to see it. These first chapters are fairly tame,
    but there is still violence against young girls ahead. Horrors may happen as the story continues.

    In any case: You're welcome to comment here or email in with compliments, critiques or complaints. [email protected]

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    Given his habit of collecting/preserving fine armour/baubles, I suspect his first instinct will be to find some way to add the soft beauty to his collection. Perhaps he will attempt to delicately strip her other layers at first? Or find some other magical or enviromental way of "claiming" this gossamer beauty for himself? At the very least he should pin her like a butterfly so she can't flutter away.
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    ***Important note: I re-titled this thread by reposting it myself. This post marks the end of that reposting and is all new!

    Thank you, with all of the threads with only 1 post, the original, or that have only the Original Poster reposting over and over again, it's nice to have even one comment, it's pretty inspiring. I hope you like this next chapter, I considered your advice and thought the story forward! I also quite meanly probably won't take all of it, I don't know if I can see Tiamel splaying her out like a butterfly. Though I'll make a reference to that recommendation if I get far enough. [I didn't get far enough this writing session, don't go waiting for it. But I still have the idea up in my head!]

    I wasn't planning to make a second chapter in this thread, I guess I'll have to make a whole new thread simply called "LAIR." and start posting there. I had to go and make the title so limiting to myself. Oh well. [I did so. Hence the note at the top]

    XXX LAIR

    CH 2: Shathahuf

    Tiamel's nose droops down to touch the girl. Shaun's breathing quickens as he presses into her body, the pain of any movement threatening to make her black out, she keeps her tie to reality- which is now a strong as torn yarn- out of sheer curiosity about the dragon she has such a rare close proximity to. He rubs his cheek into her, and feels her warm skin give it's heat to his cold. At a tiny twist of her spine in the dragons confused, affectionate nuzzling, she yelps out loud and moans out measley, broken sobs before she graced with fainting. He traced the circle of his home in a huffed three footed pace, holding the sleeping girl he'd fallen for in one palm he held off the ground. This confused the dragon, he was in a daze. What did he want from her? What did he need? He felt there was something he required of her he couldn't get, but he was every passing moment needing whatever it was more. As if an ember in his chest were desperately searching for timber to catch, he felt some glowing spark flit about in his core with the eratic speed and direction of his own mystefied train of thought.

    Daylah watched, half blinded by her protection, her mind being fed moment by moment with new terror. Her heart pumping adrenaline into ruined muscles which wrang out with sharp and burning pains as they continued, through exhaustion, to shake. She watched as the albescent beast dropped her friend meters to the hard stone floor. Shaun toppled backwards lazily and crumpled to the ground with a crack of her head against the stone. Daylah whmpered, rustling armors as she tried to lift the weight with her tired muscles... But she knew for certain it was all over for them! Moving made her feel like vomitting. Lifting makes her burning joints grind. So she stays and watches as the paper white lizard inspects Shaun's tiny wrinkled body on the floor.

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    Interesting. I admit, now things have taken this turn, I'm less interested in seeing lethal violence happen to Shaun or even Daylah. It will be interesting to see how their psychologies evolve, and how long they might be the dragon's prisoners...slaves..and perhaps eventual willing pawns. Will they come to depend on Tiamel? Will they help him strip other foolish adventurers of their armour? I am very intrigued to see where you take things next.
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    Pretty interesting series of stories here! I like some good old fashioned fantasy fiction, especially with dragons so I wish you the best.

    My personal tastes are in the other direction though, although I do enjoy dragons and violence I particularly pine to see some stories that make it a point to inflict some upon the dragons as well. It seems almost unusually uncommon for dragons to be on the receiving end of torture, as you'd think they would be perfect due to how much access a small human could have to their parts, especially the armorless genitals.

    Will definitely be on board if your plans ever go in that direction.
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    Mqio’te Massacre - PART 1
    (Genital Mutilation, Snuff, Guro, Cannibalism, FFff 16/13/10/7)

    The world of Final Fantasy 14 is owned by Squre Enix. I own no rights to the places and races mentioned in the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and fantasy, with absolutely no basis in reality. I do not condone any of the actions or viewpoints presented in this story. Please treat all women with the respect they deserve, they are our mothers, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends and peers.



    In the land of Eorzea live many races of people. The high technologically advanced Garlean Empire, the magic and technology allied nations of Gridania, Limsa Lominsa and Ul’dah, and finally - at the bottom rung - the beastmen tribes. Beastmen was a very broad categorization of species ranging from spry prankster pixies, to fuzzy mischievous moogles, to the war-like tribes of the Amalj’aa lizard folk and Xali bird men, and many other types.

    Although bestmen outnumber both the allied nations and the empires, their sole reliance magic in its purest form left them at a disadvantage from the more technologically savvy nations. The clear divide has led to numerous conflicts and underlying resentment. But technology seems to always win. Well, almost always.

    In the far reaches of Southern Thanalan some tribes of both allied nations people, and bestmen tribe lived in a more even grounded state of being. The bestmen being a bit more technologically advanced than most, and the nations people being a little bit more tribal - both meeting somewhere in the middle. It is a constant balance of tribal life, and technologically advanced warfare.


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    Damnit, of course, on my fourth read-through, after I posted, I see a few small grammatical errors here and there. That's the problem with writing this stuff - its hard to proof read because its so damn distracting to read in the first place!

    If anyone wants another upload with the small changes, just chime in. Otherwise, I'll get started on Part 2 :)
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    and yes, that above was me. For realz.
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    very nice stuff. i would hope for a sequil showing what Kasaal finds... hopefully even younger prey for her.
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    Yes indeed! I had meant Kasaal to be part 3, but no reason not to make her viewpoint part 2 instead. Glad you enjoyed part 1, please look forward to more soon!
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