Hello friends,

I'm new / not new here. Ive been lurking on and off since probably 08 or 09, but a while either way. I've posted a few comments here and there but never with a name attached. Since I'm putting my story out here I guess i should stack a name with it.

This is the second story that I have written and only the first that I have posted. I am by no means a writer, in fact grammar and spelling has been difficult for some reason. So this has been a slow going process.

All that said I am very much looking forward to feedback and suggestions. I have more written, but only this much edited to where I can stomach showing it to others.

One last thing. A real big shout out to JestinPieces, Poguemahone, and any others out there exploring this genre.

Ooo Im so super excited I'm literally giggling and about to pee myself~ Today's the day I turn 18! And let me tell you I've got something pretty big planned. Something that I haven't mentioned to anyone one yet... Its going to be wild.. like, I cant believe I'm actually doing it... its going to be totally life changing! When some girls turn 18 they go and get tattoos, others maybe get plastic surgery, or even go right into porn. Let me say what I'm doing goes above and beyond any of that. But before I get too far into it let me back up and set the scene...

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This story is about Eva La Fey, she is a 23 year old young adult, this story will tell her how she became like this.


Eva is 6 years old half asian and half caucasian girl with a lot of behavior problems like hitting and picking on other kids and not behaving to social rules, wearing only black panties and a black short yukata with flowers on it because she cant pay better clothes, she is a orphan and lives in a orphanage in the east asian mega city, That city is build up from hongkong to beijing to seoul to tokyo. The mega city is so big that they even closed the sea between the cities to build more houses. Eva her orphanage is in the kabukicho district. The streets are flooded with prositutes, street kids, sex offenders, gang members, mafia. Kabukicho is famous for the redlight district, soap massages, hostess bars, geisha schools and houses, love hotels, cosplay cafes and a lot more, now a days is prostitution legal in the city so there are also a lot of brothels and stripclubs available a long with many internet cafes and sexshops. Eva is supposed to be taken care of by the orphanage but they only provide a sleeping place for the kids and some breakfast, the kids can walk in and out whenever they want between 00:00 AM and 8 AM, after 8 AM they are thrown out on the streets and cant come back before 00:00 AM. So like many Eva started doing jobs for the older girls and women that worked the district. getting supplies from the store like lube, condoms, food, drinks, smokes and medicine. She also did a lot of other things like reading and writing for some of the girls that couldnt do that, they never learned because they were to poor for school. A lot of the more educated girls like the geisha knew that Eva was a very smart girl so 1 of them told a man about Eva, he told her that she should send Eva over to him. The next day when Eva came to her she told her about the man and Eva went to him right away. She arrived at the destination, it was build like those old japanese houses with paper walls and tatami mats as a floor, only they used modern materials now. She ringed the bell and a man about 50 years old opened the door. "Hello little girl, you must be Eva, I am Mister Dimitrov" Eva smiled to the man, "It's a pleasure to meet you sir" She said while taking a bow. Dimitrov let her come inside and made some tea for both of them, they sit down at the table in his living room "Ok Eva, i heard a lot of good things about you, that you are a very smart girl

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When I woke up in my new body, first thing I noticed was how much smaller it was than my last one. I spent a minute getting used to it, moving my limbs around and touching myself in various places while the machine applied make-up on my face.

When it was done, I got up and looked in the mirror - I was a small, young, blonde, curvy, sexy girl with a very slutty make-up with a lot of green in it. Weird, I was pretty sure that He preferred brunettes.

In the next room, I was expecting to put on clothes, but they never were brought in. I decided that He probably wanted me naked and rushed out and down the hallway, to our playroom.

When I entered, the first thing that struck me was the smell. It smelled like a slaughterhouse with air sanitizers desperately trying to mask the smell with lavender and… some other smells I didn’t recognize. The floor of the room was one big, leather-covered bed. He was too busy trying to fit His cock inside of my corpses’ intestines to notice me.

I silently approached Him and gently put my hand on my corpses’ gut, pushing it over His cock like a condom. He noticed me and smiled, moving forward for a kiss. His face was covered in blood and there was a piece of flesh hanging from His chin. I licked it off and we shared it in a kiss, chewing in turns and spitting back into each other’s mouths, as I jerked His cock with inside of my corpse’s gut. Eventually I swallowed the meat and kissed Him hard again.

“I like your new body” He said.

“I’m glad you like it, baby! I like how big my butt is. I think I could learn to twerk it for your next visit if you want me to.”

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The Shortcut

Combat, snuff, humans vs. dragon.

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On a sunny day of late spring over a mountain pass walked a couple of humans and a donkey, pulling an oblong cart. Both toned and confident, both equipped with a leather cuirass and a short sword. Despite the perfect weather and clear, if grassy path, woman just couldn't calm down.

-We shouldn't have trusted that map. If this way really was any good - there would be a road here!
-Well, there's no road, but there's a way. See? The map has been true so far.
-Then why there's no road here?
-Because people are cowards and like to stick to tradition instead of risking new paths.
-Someone made that map. Yet no one walks this way.

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Last week I finally had a little time to write and I managed to finish a short story that I had in my mind for a while. Its a concept that others had tried before, though I think this one is somewhat different and you might like it.

I am also working in another story, much more brutal than this one, that might be finished by the end of the week. I will post it here too if people are interested in a girl being burned alive as revenge by the police.

Also, if you like it and want to read more, check out my website at www asstr org/~Eficient/



disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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It was getting late, and I knew that soon it would be too dark to keep going. Above me, the trees closed on one and other, blocking what little light came from the darkening sky. They were beeches and oaks, their barks so dark that they looked almost black.

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I have posted most of these little short pieces elsewhere, but thought those here might enjoy them.

Letters Home

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm really loving Hollywood. You won't believe it, but I've already had an offer for a snuff role, and I haven't even been here a week! I got cast in "Guillotine Gangbang #24", and it was a great scene. There were eight girls arranged in a circle, each with the cord to the next girl's guillotine in her mouth, and eight guys fucking them, taking turns around the circle. There were also eight of us giving the guys rimjobs as they fucked. It was great! You know how I love rimming (thanks for the lessons!), and my last guy came when the girl lost her head. It was a real thrill to feel his ass clenching around my tongue. Then I ate his come out of her pussy. The guys who didn't come right away went to the middle and played with the heads until they shot.

Anyway, the director, Jack Savage, said he loved my enthusiasm, and he wanted me for the next "Facesitting Fatalities" picture. You know how much I love his stuff, and it sounds like a really great way to go. Of course I was thrilled, and I told him so, but I said I wanted to build up my professional credits first. When I go, I want everybody to pay attention, and not just because it's a hot scene.

Love, Jenny

Garrus' Big Score

The bar was alive with music and sound as Garrus drank his third skyllian ale. He was between missions, and having the time of his life bragging about his work to all comers.

"It's true!" Garrus asserted. "I've programmed in an automatic de-cunting subroutine into my omniblade. Works on any humanoid female; you just punch up between her thighs and it cores right through through her. Takes her filet right out, every time. I even calibrated it to cut through any armor on the market."

"Bull-shit." Came a response from down the bar. It was a human. A female human. A marine judging by her armor. A hulking blonde with her hair trimmed short, she cut an intimidating figure fully kitted out in her gear. "There's no way you managed something like that. Even if you did manage to program an automatic cunt corer, there's no way you manged to get that dinky little Sirta Chameleon omni-tool on your arm to cut through Alliance military-grade armor."

"Hah! Not only did I do it, but it works! I've been using it as a finishing move and I've been eating a whole lot of pussy steak because of it."

The marine scoffed. "You're lying through your goddamn mandibles. I bet there's no way that that dinky little tool of yours can cut through my armor!"

Garrus looked the woman over. "Is that a bet?"

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This story is about Eva La Fey, she is a 23 year old young adult, this story will tell her how she became like this.


Eva is 6 years old half asian and half caucasian girl with a lot of behavior problems like hitting and picking on other kids and not behaving to social rules, wearing only black panties and a black short yukata with flowers on it because she cant pay better clothes, she is a orphan and lives in a orphanage in the east asian mega city, That city is build up from hongkong to beijing to seoul to tokyo. The mega city is so big that they even closed the sea between the cities to build more houses. Eva her orphanage is in the kabukicho district. The streets are flooded with prositutes, street kids, sex offenders, gang members, mafia. Kabukicho is famous for the redlight district, soap massages, hostess bars, geisha schools and houses, love hotels, cosplay cafes and a lot more, now a days is prostitution legal in the city so there are also a lot of brothels and stripclubs available a long with many internet cafes and sexshops. Eva is supposed to be taken care of by the orphanage but they only provide a sleeping place for the kids and some breakfast, the kids can walk in and out whenever they want between 00:00 AM and 8 AM, after 8 AM they are thrown out on the streets and cant come back before 00:00 AM. So like many Eva started doing jobs for the older girls and women that worked the district. getting supplies from the store like lube, condoms, food, drinks, smokes and medicine. She also did a lot of other things like reading and writing for some of the girls that couldnt do that, they never learned because they were to poor for school. A lot of the more educated girls like the geisha knew that Eva was a very smart girl so 1 of them told a man about Eva, he told her that she should send Eva over to him. The next day when Eva came to her she told her about the man and Eva went to him right away. She arrived at the destination, it was build like those old japanese houses with paper walls and tatami mats as a floor, only they used modern materials now. She ringed the bell and a man about 50 years old opened the door. "Hello little girl, you must be Eva, I am Mister Dimitrov"

Eva smiled to the man, "It's a pleasure to meet you sir" She said while taking a bow.

Dimitrov let her come inside and made some tea for both of them, they sit down at the table in his living room "Ok Eva, i heard a lot of good things about you, that you are a very smart girl, i want to train you in a lot of skills that i learned over the years, mainly tradecraft. I have worked in the military and as a special agent for a intelligence/special operations agency, i know that you dont understand that all yet but im going to make you a specialist in everything i know and the girls you work for now are going to teach you their skills aswell, i will also enroll you into a academy that will teach you all about every side of science, engineering, medical and technology".

Eva listens to him and she can only smile and grin "Oh yes mister i would love love love that, i dont want to stay in that skinking orphanage till im 18".

Eva is now 12 years old. She has been training a lot and is already very far with her academic training at the academy, she has a very athletic build, and learend all about tradecraft like, she can get inside buildings, property and vehicles no matter how well they are protected, She has learned all about computers and electronics, She knows all about the human body, how to train assets and recruits that she finds, how to forge identity papers and money, also how to make money easily. She has been training in a slaughterhouse and with a butcher, torturing someone, She has also mastered the skills of reading people and manipulating them, for which she mostly uses her developing girly assets. She arrives at her mentors house and clims through the window on the 2nd floor "Hello sir, i saw you left a message for me at the love hotel around the corner of the orphanage"


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He woke up dazed. Looking around the pale room, eyes heavy with distortion. Immediately his body recognized the horrible pain centered in his abdomen. Stretching his neck, he looked downward towards his chest and his feint breath died in his throat. His eye and neck muscles tensed and bulged as he fully realized his condition. His shallow breathing quickly escalating to short heavy huffs of air. His panic and terror was increasing rapidly. Tears began to form in his strained eyes, and he could feel the intense pressure in the back of his throat. A burning sensation began to ripple through his thoughts.

His body had been placed on a crude alter of an operating table. His hands bound with dusty moth riddled lace strips. His legs chained tightly to the operative table.
His wheezing chest cavity had been cut sloppily in large gash marks reminiscent of mortuary y-cuts. His sticky organs, littered in fragmented pieces of broken jagged ribcage, filled the cavernous orifice. Blood caked the prettily patterned bedding and coated his skin.
In the faint light that the room's small window provided, he could see the unmistakable shimmer of bright metallic glitter. Pink and sparkling. Reflecting dully, half covered in blood and hidden in the crevices of his chest. He could feel his blood draining from his body. He could hear it, had he listened closely enough. He closed his eyes and watched the familiar black swirls on the back of his eyelids.

His weak body. succumbing to infection, and blood loss. Slowly he felt the same slipping sensation that stole away his consciousness. He sputtered to breathe, hearing the rickety wet sounds his lungs must be producing.
And then he heard it.

The giggle.




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(This is a story I wrote when I was pissed off at my boyfriend. Needless to say unfortunately none of this could be enacted on his dumb body.)





She tore open his pale chest and dug her fingers into the soft gooey confines of it. His red and pink organs wrapped around her knuckles as she squeezed on them, her hands turning white from the strain she put against them. He cried and salted tears rolled down his face.

He looked towards her and begged her for a release into death. She kept him locked up against a large wooden constraint. The iron holdings grinding and cutting into the soft flesh of his wrists and ankles. He bled and his body was filthy. She did not bathe him, rather she preferred letting him sit in his own disgusting filth. Urine streamed down his legs as he pissed himself from the pain. It cleared out streaks of skin that had been previously caked in dirt and muck.

He cried pitifully, his head rolling around in his neck socket, trying to deter his brain from the stark realization of how she tortured him.
She was not loving, and she grabbed his face and forced him to look into her eyes as she hurt him. She looked at him with a merciless coldness. She did not speak a word while she did this to him.


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Tags: pedo, torture, consensual, cannibalism, incest


The quiet, almost too-timid knock on my study door was just loud enough to be audible. As I looked away from my laptop, the blond mop of my daughter's head poked in. In theory I was working, in reality I had been lost in my thoughts for the last few minutes over a problem with young Alison.

"Daddy, we need you to do something"
"I'm a little busy at the moment Joanna"
"Pleaaase Daddy, this will literally take 5 minutes"

There was giggling coming from behind her, clearly the 4 friends over for her sleep over where lurking nearby. I gave a slightly exaggerated sign and got out of my chair, as I joined them in the corridor it was to my surprise I found them all in various stages of undress.

My daughter Joanna was still wearing the top of the soft flannel pyjamas she had changed into earlier, but had discarded the bottoms, revealing her cute little bubble-butt and smooth 13 year old cuntlet, decorated with only a tiny tuft of public hair at the top of her slit.


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A man picks up a stranded hitchhiker, and soon finds out that she wants much more from him than just a lift.

The Hitchhiker

 The hitchhiker stood on the edge of the road, facing away from his slowly approaching car, with the thumb of one hand cocked out.

 He was quite surprised at this, as the road he was driving on was quite some distance off the main highways. They were so far out, in fact, that the road wasn't even paved. The packed shale, which was relatively smooth, gave way in places to bare and rough dirt, which was often rutted from the rains of the previous winter and spring. Really, the "road" barely qualified as one; trees and shrubs grew to within a few feet of its edge, and grass creeped right up to the sides, sometimes even springing up in between the wheel tracks themselves.

 That someone should be trying to hitch a ride out here, of all places, was unusual. Even more unusual, he noted, as his eyebrows raised up and his mouth dropped opened slightly in surprise, was the fact that the hitchhiker was a woman. Hell, she young enough that she was scarcely more than a girl.

 And, most surprising of all, she was utterly gorgeous.

 She was wearing only a pair of ragged, cut off jean shorts, with a white, short, and rather tight tank top, and a pair of small white tennis shoes. The outfit showcased her body well, which was all to the good, as far as he was concerned, because her body was fantastically proportioned. Her limbs were clean, long, and strong, with hints of toned muscle beneath smooth, tanned skin. Her waist, narrow and slim, was the perfect counterpoint to the flare of her hips and her full bottom, the lower portion of which was only barely covered by her snug shorts.

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This story is not a racist's prophecy of Europe. It's about zombification diseases that explode, and dedicated to anon.

BOOM. I jumped up. Looking towards the sound, where it originated, people were screaming.

First thing I did was check social media. Nothing. Some posts asking "the hell was that" and jokes about world war and accusations.

Glancing out the window again and saw smoke billowing from over some trees. I ran downstairs and out the door towards the source.

"Run! There's a terrorist attack! Or something! I- I don't know what-"

some blonde lady caught me trying find trouble and kept lfinching her eyes towards where I was running, which was where she clearly had just been. She caught her breath and gulped.

"Look, call 911, someone did. I don't know, just- ugh. Just be safe don't go there."

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[Shout out to my awesome beta reader Eterya!]

My phone rang just as the linguini timer went off. 'Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum,' my beloved wife's ringtone. "Siri, answer." I was almost done with our 25th anniversary dinner, and Mira was probably on her way home with the show. "Hello beautiful."

"Darling, could you please put on some extra dinner tonight?" She asked in an apologetic tone. "I'm bringing home a girl I met asking for money outside the post office. She said the motel was going to kick her out. Sorry I didn't ask you first, but I just couldn't bear the thought of her not having a warm place to sleep tonight."

"But of course." How did Mira find someone so quickly? She'd only been gone about half an hour, 20 minutes of which were the drive from our house back to civilization. Did another shelter run out of money and have to close down? "When do you think you'll be home?"

"Half an hour if I follow the traffic laws, 20 minutes if I fudge it a bit."

"I'll see you in half an hour then. It's important to obey the traffic laws, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt." As I reached the ladle into the pot to taste the linguini, I burned my thumb on the side. "Fuck!" I hurried to the sink to run my thumb under cold water.

After making sure that the burn wouldn't become serious, I strained the linguini in the sink and returned them to the pot, then opened the top cabinets for a can of tomato sauce, some napkins, a bottle of chloroform, and a hand rag. The former two were for Mira and I, the latter two for our guest. Mira and I always enjoyed that little game of ours where I would knock her out, film myself stripping her naked and fucking her, then tie her to a chair with a vibrator on her pussy and force her to watch the film when she woke up. But the chloroform wasn't for her this time.

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Get away...she had to get away!! It was ridiculous, Toph, the greatest earthbender in the world, degraded to digging through the underground like some panicky badger-mole, naked as her nameday as her dirty hands and feet plowed through the earth, her blind eyes frantically rolling while her scattered mind was unable to process the overload of sensitive vibrations crashing in on her from every direction.

Still she couldn't understand how it possibly could have come to this, how could she have been defeated and raped by that assassin?? She never lost a battle, especially not against another earthbender! She was the greatest in the world. And...yet that was precisely what had happened, her penetrated leg and throbbing, bleeding pussy vivid proof of her shame.

At least she had managed to get away now though, used her last ounce of strength to push him off and escape under the earth, escape to reunite with her friends and live to fight another day. Skilled as that assassin may be, surely he wouldn't be able to follow her here at least. The earth was her home, her sanctuary, he couldn't possibly invad...

Toph never saw the sudden plunge coming. One moment she had been burrowing downwards into the core of the island to get away as far as possible, the next she...suddenly was falling? The earth around her parting, robbing her of her footing as she helplessly fell through midair, completely blind with no earth to guide her vision, arms and legs pedaling through empty space for any form of handle.

For just a moment she feared she may be falling foever, fall straight through the island and into the water beneath to be left to drown with her inability to swim, probably paddling like some helpless newborn. Yet thankfully that wasn't the case as she soon felt the impact of earth again, the drop little more than a few meters. The ground beneath her was soft and muddy, not ideal for bending, yet so endlessly better than the blind drop just now. Crawling about on all fours she pressed her hands into the earth, trying to see.

Where...was she? Why had the earth parted so suddenly...where was he? There...by the gods, she could see him, standing on the edge of some form of crater she found herself in.

He never said a word, just watching. So she spoke for him, her tone a few pitches too high for her liking, too squeaky, betraying her age and fear. "I'm warning you, the Avatar won't tolerate this!! You better let me go this instant or..." Or what? *Or what??* What threat could possibly intimidate him enough to leave her be??

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