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    This is the moment I‘ve been waiting for. For the last hours I tortured and mutilated her but I always paid attention to not hurt her in a way that would hinder her mobility. I didn’t do this for her, I did this for myself. Never did I go easy on her. For me she’s just a tool and all the torture and mutilation I did was just for preparing the tool for it’s primary task.

    For this task it is important for her to really hate me. Maybe hate is too nice. I aim for her wanting to kill me in the most horrible way possible. This has been my fantasy for years now. Even tried to hurt myself before but it’s simply not the same. It has to be someone else who’s hurting me. Over the internet I searched for women who would do that to me but I had no luck.

    So I decided that I would have to help myself and search for a beautiful woman with a strong will. The strong will was important because I didn’t want to break her. I found her in a sex club that I visit on a regular basis. She’s a bit dominant and likes to whip so I decided that she should be the one. Since we both knew each other very well from the club it wasn’t hard for me to invite her to my house for a beer or two.

    When we arrived at my house I didn’t hesitate. I slapped her in her face really hard so that she got numb and carried her into my cellar where she could scream as loud as she could without anyone hearing.

    The next two hours were really hard for her. I whipped her until her skin broke and pissed into her open wounds. This burning sensation made her scream and swear. She promised that I would have to pay for this. She would have her chance for that even if she didn’t knew this at this time.

    But her hate wasn’t big enough yet. Never would she kill me for this. So I had to continue. From the club I knew that she never did anal because she hated it. So I got a big dildo and began to insert it into her ass until she bled. Then I pushed it even further until it fully disappeared in her colon. Because of the flat ending of the dildo she couldn’t push it out again. I wanted to feel the dildo in her ass and rammed my whole fist in her cunt so that her cunt teared apart.

    But all these wounds would heal. This is a problem because she would only kill me if there is no more hope in her to live a normal life. All I had done until now was just for preparing her. I didn’t really enjoy it. It just had to be done. What I had in mind now was different. For the first time since we arrived my cock got hard as a rock.

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    More to come, just warming up.
    Feedback is cool. I'm a newbie.

    Sanctify the Dark

    The knights of a faraway land had come not for battle, but for slaughter. Penelope was lucky to have found a hiding place in time. Even for ten years old, she was exceptionally small and frail. Not exactly fast on her feet, her only hope was to squeeze into someplace small and hidden and wait out the raid.

    The fair-haired child watched it all from beneath an overturned cart. Feet rushed passed her narrow peek hole. Shrieks and howls of pain and death, gallons upon gallons of hot blood soaking into the packed dirt streets, and already corpses littered the ground like so many discarded dolls.
    The stench of death was overpowering. Penelope caught a whiff and retched loudly. She cursed the reflex as one of the knights stopped carving up a corpse and glanced her way. He flourished his blade and approached her hiding place with a predator’s swagger.

    His boot broke her line of sight for a moment before it’s owner peeked under the cart. The man’s eyes were shrouded by his great helm, but his intentions were unmistakable. He reached under the cart and dragged Penelope out by the hair.

    Penelope yelped girlishly and tried to crawl away, but a heavy foot kicked the little girl onto her back and pinned her down. She squirmed and clawed at the knight’s leg, but to no avail.

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    >>8541
    Thanks for the feedback, and there's definitely more coming (albeit slowly, college can be a bitch sometimes.)

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    Thank you, I'm glad I'm not the only one who likes it. Necrophilia can be arranged, I'll put it on the list.

    Sorry for the absence. Here's a one-shot (in more than one way), with some sci-fi elements because I just can't help myself. A bit too similar to the first story, I know, but I've got more variety in the pipes.

    [Loli, head destroyed, 2nd person]

    Look now, child, just there on the horizon. See that little ball? Watch as it skims on the air toward you, hear that faint whzzzzzz as it approaches. That drone is quick. That drone has intentions.

    You put up a hand to shade your big brown eyes as they draw a bead on the hovering robot. It skims behind tumbling green hills, across gurgling streams, and over long swathes of rich black farmland. Finally the machine buzzes up the nearest hillside, and you smile at the way the sun glows on it’s smooth shell.

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    so fuckin' good. love head destruction. only complaint is no scat in it like the first.
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    >>8541
    I believe panties are a modern invention, so I figure her makeshift dress ended up around her middle when she hit the ground.
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    Good one!
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    have you wrritten more than this?
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    The little elf was trembling.

    The orcs had them herded into the village square like cattle. Elves. Elven women, to be precise; the men and boys were elsewhere, likely being butchered for meat. Their dozens of wives and daughters looked on helplessly, awaiting whatever brutality the savages had planned.

    But only one little elf was chosen. Much to the lamentation of this little girl, a long-lived elf young by even human standards, her village had refused to pay the toll. The toll the orcs demanded. The toll they realized, as their magic bounced uselessly off of steel-thick orc skin some minutes previous, that they really should have paid.

    She was beautiful. She had only recently entered into puberty, and she possessed all the graces of lust and youth at once. Her skin was creamy pale, her chest puffy and soft. Her face was that of a goddess, even through the tear-filled, horrified expression she currently wore. Her naked body was like living art.

    Her older sister looked on from the crowd as they lowered the rope around her neck. It was a simple contraption; just a rope and a support beam to throw it over. One of the monsters would pull on the rope, and the little elf would be raised by her fragile neck. A classic execution.

    "At least it'll be quick." The older sister thought to herself, eyes welling up with frustration. "She may not even realize what's happening until..."

    One of the orcs was addressing the crowd. Apparently, if she could understand his roaring speech, this was a special execution. This little girl was to be made an example of.

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    Suffocate the sister by sewing her head into a sack made from the skin of her sister
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    Fantastic! Let's see part two! The sister!
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    I need Part 2
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    Definitely the busty village "doctor". Elves and huge tits go so well together, especially those done by Masao (name search on gelbooru for reference).

    Better if she could outproduce a dairy cow.
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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."

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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.



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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."

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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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    (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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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