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    This is a work of fiction. Anything written here should never be attemped ik real life. I do not condone or support any harm towards any kind of beings.
    Only and only if said harm or sexual practices depicted here stay inside fiction (and stay that way) we will be fine.
    Also, this story may contain scat, vomit, watersports, humiliation, excessive cum and dismemberment. Be careful.

    This story takes place in "Obey" universe, where females from age 3 until they die must obey any order from any male, be it pointless, sexual or more common things such waiting on some spot. Said females can be freed from their submissive and almost slave-ish position by a male, granting them permission to be free (once that is said, the female can give orders to other females and they must comply them. Also, freed females can disregard any order and retain that freed status forever).
    Economy works the same way as the real world, albeit a bit more fucked up, since some abusive males order females to pay their bills, thus making females poorer.
    Reproduction is still as usual, but with those orders in place, many kids are left in the streets on their own without a father or income.
    Education works almost the same, with boys being required to complete high school to be competent on the world and girls being disregarded, however, if someone issues an order to a girl that she must attend school, they must do so under the school's policy and the father's policy. Inside the school, orders still apply.
    If a female fails to complete an order, a punishment is issued. It may vary from simple and straightforward picking up trash and depositing them on trash bins to more severe, like public humiliation and amputation.

    In this story we will follow Michelle Figueroa, a 12 year old girl with spanish roots, average body shape for a 12 year old and her (mis)adventures in this fucked up world. She likes to cosplay various anime characters and take pictures of herself to upload to Facenook. She has lived a somewhat normal life by her protective parents, only being issued simple orders such to take out the trash, clean the dishes, clean her bedroom... Until one day, she is issued an order by Lewis that would change her life for ever.
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    Chapter 1: The turning tide

    "Come on mom! I have cleaned my bedroom TWICE this day" shouted Michelle through the living room.
    "Michelle... I'm just asking you to pick up your laptop from your bed and put it on the desk. I do not want to punish you" said Michelle's mom, Patricia, who was a freed woman.
    Needless to say, Michelle was starting to be a teenage, trying to be rebelious and making a storm for anything. She stormed out of the living room going upstairs, entering her bedroom and placing the laptop on the desk. Then she shouted "I'm done doing that! Do you want me to go outside and bring stupid things from the supermarket!?"
    Unfortunately for her, that was enough for Patricia to stop cooking and go directly to Michelle's room.
    "What did you just say, little lady?" asked patrica with anger in her tone.
    "What you heard, old lady" answered Michelle, defiance was to be found in her voice.
    "You know what Michelle? I will take that. Go get a stupid onion, a stupid carrot and a stupid potato. You will be eating broth today, not the T-bone I was cooking for each of us. After you return, you are grounded. That means no TV, no celphone and no going out with your friends. You can keep the laptop. You need it for your school" expressed Patricia.
    "Wha-tev-er you want, m'lady" mouthed Michelle before shunning her mother aside and going down the stairs towards the door.

    As she stepped out of her house she headed to the supermarket. She was fighting to hold back her tears. She hated being grounded, and almost hated her mom for grounding her and taking away her T-bone.
    When she made it to the supermarket she saw a beggar girl asking for money, and just before Michelle entered the supermarket, she saw a man approaching the girl and starting to take his penis out. Michelle was accustomed to watching that kind of scenes, where women were ordered and almost forced to do things. She considered it normal and she knew she was fortunate enough to never have experienced that kind of thing.

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    Chapter 2: Slowly accepting

    Michelle was slowly coming back to her senses but she noticed she couldn't move at all. Also she couldn't see anything. She felt rings locking her in place and she was blindfolded. Michelle knew this wasn't going to be nice. Unfortunately for her, Lewis was watching her awakening, so he spoke "Well well, look who's awake. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but I will answer none because... You're a 12 year old and I'm a 16 year old so just cope with it. Don't worry about your parents, I called and told them that I was giving you some orders, so everything is nice!
    First of all, I'm pretty sure you know what 'cum' is. This machine you're strapped to can pump 200 liters of semen into you along the span of 24 hours. And yes, you're gonna ride it for 24 hours straight. Because you won't have any food or water during that time, you need to learn how to start drinking semen. It hs lots of nutrients!. I just borrowed my dad's credit card to order 250 liters of horse cum so don't worry, you won't get pregnant.
    Before we start I want you to drink something special I have been making just for you"

    Lewis went to a dusty drawer and took out a cup full of rotting semen and he added aphrodisiacs into it along with a bit of yellow powder. Lewis mixed it all with a rusty nail he found on the floor and exclaimed "It is ready, miss Figueroa". As he said that, he pinched Michelle's right nipple to make her scream and force her to open her mouth. He held her mouth open while he poured the mix into her. She immediatly started gagging from the stench and taste it had, but she knew that if she didn't drink it, Lewis would make it worse for her.

    Yellowish cum dribbled down Michelle's cheek and she started revolting her stomach to try to get that awful mix out of her.

    Lewis stepped back and admired his work, explaining what he made Michelle drink "You know, I lied, that wasn't made for you, it was made for any girl that I chose to abduct here. As you can judge from the taste, that semen is at least 2 months old, I also added aphrodisiacs to it and I added a 'pain enhancer', which will make you feel everything worse. I will now flip a switch and the machine will come to life to start your torture"

    With that, Lewis turned on the machine and 3 dildos positioned themselves in front of each Michelle's hole. The dildos had an opening at the center to allow cum to exit them and enter Michelle's body. When she felt the tip of the dildos on her body she squealed and trashed around, but she couldn't move at all. The mouth dildo stopped pushing its way into her mouth because she had it firmly shut. However, the ass and pussy dildo were still pushing and every second was more painful than the last one, until Michelle shrieked in pain and the mouth dildo entered how mouth. That pain, combined with the dryness of her holes were more than enough to make Michelle scream around the dildo in her mouth. Soon after, Michelle passed out from the pain she was experiencing.

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    Chapter 3: The endurance

    Michelle's rest wasn't long and wasn't pleasurable either. Her swollen vagina and anus were bleeding profusely and her stomach looked like she was 7 months pregnant. She could taste the after-taste of the cum she was forced to swallow.

    Just when she thought she could try to rest she heard the door of the locker opening and she knew Lewis was coming down. She closed her eyes to try to fool Lewis, however, he had other plans.
    When Lewis was just besides her and trying to not step on the horse cum, he lifted his leg and stomped on Michelle's right breast, squashing it and elicting a scream of pain from the cum-coated girl.

    "Wake up slut, you need to clean thi up!" said Lewis when Michelle stopped screaming.
    "There is no way I'm cleaning what you made to me!" shouted Michelle with a pained voice. Suddenly she realized she was in deep trouble now, and she started to accept that she was a woman and as one, she needed to obey Lewis. Howerever, Lewis wasn't pleased with the response he got from Michelle, stomping again on her right tit. He kept stomping and stomping until Michelle pleaded him to stop. "You gonna clean this mess?" asked Lewis and Michelle was unable to answer, her eyes were closed and her hands were clutching her injured breast, so she just moved her head in a 'yes' motion and Lewis exited the basement.

    When the pain subsided a bit, Michelle tried to stand but her legs were too weak to support her weight, so she crawled on all fours around the basement trying to find anything to mop all the cum and small turds that were on the floor. She couldn't find anything to do it besides her uniform so she picked up her blouse and started mopping the cum with it. Soon enough the blouse was drenched with cum and she moved onto her skirt. Again, the skirt was drenched and the stench was getting worse. She used her thighhighs, her bra and her panties, only to get them all covered in sticky and rotting cum and she was nowhere to being finished. Michelle wondered how Lewis wanted it to be clean, until it dawned on her. Lewis wanted Michelle to clean that all with her body, be it licking it or stuffing it inside her holes. Just the thought of doing it made Michelle sick but she had no choice so she extended her toungue and started licking the cum. When she was overwelmed by it, she started to stuff it into her vagina and then her asshole. She took almost 8 hours to do it, and her stamina was leaving her. She hadn't eaten anything but cum in almost 36 hours and she was feeling it, with every second being worse than the last one. Her head hurt, her stomach was rumbling and she was starting to feel nauseus. Michelle didn't know what time it was or what day it was, to her, this basement was all her life for what seemed months already.

    Then finally Michelle was donde cleaning that from all the mess she had made and it was just in time, because Lewis was entering the basement.

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    This is a series of snuff stories I am writing for a commission. Though they are not my best work (I consider that to be my Undertale series also posted here), they are generally enjoyable enough that I figured it would be worth sharing them here, since I have been permitted to.

    It is worth mentioning some details were not decided by me, including the appearance and race of the main character.

    While I will post just the first story for now there is at least one more forthcoming that is in the same world focused on the same character, though with descriptions of far more victims.

    Goblin Purging


    (cons, futa, popping, all the way through, watersports, drowning, bisexual, scalie)



     Above the goblin kingdoms, the Nightfury soared. It had been a long ranging from his home, and many hours since he had last landed to eat or to rest. His red eyes reflected the glint of the setting sun as he scanned the forest below, seeing goblin villages interspersed widely amongst the trees. Small green goblins moved in them, indistinct from this height.

     Thinking he might spend the night in one such village, the Nightfury shed some height, swooping down to fly low above the treetops and look for a good place to make a landing.


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    Second chapter, including more victims and more graphic and inventive deaths.

    Seven Slaves


    =(cons, futa, scalie, ageplay/cub, bisexual, popping, watersports, ball torture, gutting)



     In the barren Hinterlands, beside a meandering river that stretched across the great dry plain, a circle of caravan wagons converged. Short scrub grass clung to the soil of the land, the shadows of great mountain peaks casting long across the earth as the sun slipped down the sky to hide behind them.

     Flying towards those mountains, a lone Nightfury passed above the caravans. Moving through the smoke and air rising from below, his attention snagged as he caught the scents billowing up from the small market that had been set up on the flat banks. Food and drink. Flesh and sweat. Blood and cum.

     A slave market.

     Swooping down, the Nightfury slowly spiraled towards the caravan's central market, seeing the auction stages set up within the several acres of enclosed land. He landed in front of one, joining a sparse crowd of bidders. He was nude, a generally unacceptable state in any human establishment, but in such a place as this it was fairly unremarkable. There was a great amount of flesh for sale, and competition was high among the slaves for who would be bought first, so all were naked to display everything they had to offer. Every one of those for sale here had willingly put their lives up for auction, the only legal form of slavery in these parts.


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    Sacrifices


    ===(cons, watersports, popping, beating, gutting, de-dicking, gender change, bi, cub, breeding, scalie)

    In the narrow passes between high mountains, a chill wind howls across stone and lichen. Gravel stirs from granite ledges, echoing ominously as it rattles down sheer cliffs. A young goblin looks up at the noise, the piercings in her pointed green ears jingling as she shifts uneasily.

     Reaching up to fiddle with her ear piercings, Sadie's eyes darted towards the lithe, black dragon stretched out along the length of their wagon. Hunter's wings were outspread to soak up the small amount of sun shining down at high noon, their tips touching either sideboard of the wagon. This left her only the few feet of the wagonbed above his head to herself, his body stretched out in a nap across the rest as the wooden wheels rattled along. Her mentor's continued lack of concern calmed her somewhat to the possibility of rocks falling down upon them, and she returned her attention to the small fairy clutched in her slender green fingers.

     The little creature was passive, its pastel skin soft against her own as it regarded her. Barely a handspan and a half tall, it reclined in her palm as if it were a luxurious sofa, exposing elegantly delicate limbs and a miniscule bust. Three more fairies watched her, lined up along the soft flesh of her thigh in a seated row. Exchanging silent chatter, they occasionally glanced towards a fairy corpse that lay beside her on the wagonbed. Strangely, they were seemingly untroubled by it.

     "They don't seem very willing," Sadie said to the dragon, sounding faintly disappointed. "Actually, they barely seem to care what I do to them. That's not very exciting... Why'd you tell me to practice on these?"

     Black nostrils flared as Hunter snorted in annoyance, rousing from his half-doze. Red eyes opened to slits, and he glanced over at her, taking in the corpse of her first victim and the fairy still held in her palm. He grunted.


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    Sacrifices


    ===(cons, snuff, beastiality, bisexual, hermaphrodite, furry, dragon, popping, watersports, de-dicking/castration, impregnation)

    Amongst the crags of the Dragon mountain range, to either side of the straightest and safest pass through those treacherous peaks, two mountains stood in a stony embrace. Both reached equally far above the valleys below, so close to the sky that one could have seen clear across the neighboring nations from their highest points.

    If it were an especially clear night, an sharp-eyed climber would have be able to pick out the circles and lines of light that showed the merchant caravans crossing the eastern Hinterlands, bearing slaves and other goods. The dry land in the shadows of the mountains was uninhabited, yet stood at a crossroads between several nations of different species. Trade bustled through at a constant rate, impromptu markets springing up wherever a wagon line might make rest.

    In the other direction, to the west, rainclouds came to a halt as they blew out their rage against the unyielding mountains. Here, there was a lush greenness that stood at utter contrast to the dreary Hinterlands, a wet wilderness called Gam'ju. A more dangerous place than any mountain, the jungles were filled with deadly and strange creatures seen nowhere else in the world, the homeland of the orc tribes that stalked unseen among the verdant wilds.

    Finally, there was the mountains themselves, and the depths below those two twin peaks from atop which so much could be seen. In the warm depths deep inside those mated spires, there lived the scaled people endemic to all mountain ranges across the known world. Policing the pass between Gam'ju and the Hinterlands, a civilization of kobolds taxed the trade that flowed between their mountains. Worshiping the magnificent creatures that were eponymous to the cragged range in which they dwelt, they claimed a fifth of all goods and slaves moving through their lands as a holy tithe, piling up their riches in hopes of attracting a true dragon to dominate and lead them. For hundreds of years, the throne and altar of their god had stood empty, a series of married priests ruling in his stead.

    Now, at long last, their hopes had prayers had finally been answered. Their god had come to claim his due, spreading blood and seed from and among his overjoyed followers.


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    (Femdom, sph, spanking, wrestle, goldenshower)
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    Cassie stood naked in front of 2 closed door, his laughing sisters to one side behind him and his mom mom on his other side behind him, at moments spanking his behind as she lectured him. It was cold.
    "Cassie you got yourself into this mess. It's your own fault people are clamoring for justice! Don't whimper because your bottom is sitting on your misbehavior!"

    The only others in the hall with them was the arena crew- about a dozen cute fit young seniors with a gorgeous 23 year old blonde lady in charge- but on the other side of the doors, swhich suddenly swung open, was his entire school and various others from his personal life, and many he didn't know. The ride there was humiliating, being spanked as he was grabbed and tossed, then stripped in front of schoolmates, includong crushes who mocked his frigid little penis. This was hyper dimensional.
    "Waahhaaahhh I'mm sorrryyy!" Indeed he was. He made some remarks about girls losing to men and a woman's worth.
    Now he was naked being marched and spanked by his mom, his 2 sisters closest in age, one younger one older, strolled eagerly just behind, on either side, with a burning spotlight centered on him. He saw on the giant televisions his well funded school could afford, and his already burning red face swlled with a realization that this truly would be forever recorded in divine detail, when he saw his pathetic prick and ass were each being zoned in on. Subtitles made sure to poke fun at him and inform all the audience present exactly who he was.


    The 4 entered the ring, and he stopped getting spanked, while a pair of young ladies, one slender with big boobs and just the perfect mix of feminine, mature and young. About 23 herself, she held a microphone, while her cuter friend behind her, younger in spirit, held a boxy camera.
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    First story, because my writing is poor.

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    In the icy plateaus of the far north, Lissandra glided swiftly along on her imposing mount of ice. She scanned the area, searching for the distinct golden glow of a particularly rare medicinal herb which could cure even the most severe cases of frostbite. Though undoubtedly important, the task was basic, dull, and would usually be handed off to some nameless henchman - if not for the fact that some of the most dangerous predators known to man happened to roam this expanse frequently. It was while mulling over this very thought that Lissandra spotted movement out of the corner of her eye.

    Instinctively, Lissandra raised her arms, ready to unleash a spell that would raise the ice before her miles into the sky, preventing whatever attack the still unknown figure had in mind. Before initiating such a bold move, however, she caught a full glimpse of what it was that first startled her. At first, it appeared to be a fiery yet dull humanoid figure. Upon closer inspection, Lissandra realized that it was merely Zyra, another champion in the League of Legends. Zyra's vibrant and very out-of-place appearance had caught Lissandra off guard in this landscape that was permanently awash in grey and white alone. But it wasn't only the complexion of her skin that was out of place; it was Zyra herself.

    "You shouldn't stray so far from home, my dear," Lissandra started. "It gets chilly up here, and not all plants fare so well in the cold." She glanced down, gesturing vaguely to a group of dying brush to her left.

    Zyra approached briskly, arms wrapped around herself as one does when they're freezing. "Lissandra, I need your help." The desperation in her voice was evident, but Lissandra grew wary. Illusions and mirages were dirty tricks that her enemies were not above using. Just before Lissandra could warn Zyra to back off, she halted her approach. "There are..." her voice wavered, "The void creatures have been after me. I need to... I mean, they're trying to get m-"

    Lissandra took a step back, preparing the spell she had in mind earlier. Zyra was never this 'to the point' in the few conversations they'd had. While Zyra fumbled on her words, Lissandra interrupted, "State your business quickly. I have my own dealings here, you know."

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    Oh wow Croatoan, I love your work on DeviantArt - didn't expect to see you here. Okay.

    A major reoccurring issue for me is keeping characters in character. Or more accurately, just deciding what the hell I want my characters to be in the first place. I'll try to work on that in coming segments.

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    Katarina had, without warning, carelessly let Lissandra drop to the ground. With no limbs to break her fall with, Lissandra's rump took the full impact, hitting the cold, stony ground first and therefore hardest. She felt the bruise forming there as the rest of her body followed suit to slump over on the floor. Being so accustomed to moving freely all her life, Lissandra had to make a conscious effort to not start wriggling away like some unearthed inchworm. She wouldn't give her onlookers reason to make light of her limbless dilemma.

    Ashe bent over, hands on her hips as she stared straight down at the pitiful sight beneath her. With the pointed toe of her boot, she poked once at Lissandra's side. Lissandra loathed this feeling of being looked over, poked and prodded at as if she were nothing more than a piece of meat. Especially because, well, that's really about all she was now. Ashe cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, and grinned challengingly at her former strongest rival.

    "Hello again, Lissandra. You seem to have lost some weight since the last time we met."

    The whole situation was so insulting and condescending that Lissandra was left lying there, speechless and flush with embarrassment. She considered herself quite a thick skinned individual, able to brush off even the hardest-hitting verbal abuse. But now, she was there solely as the butt of the jokes. She was the punching bag. And as the punching bag, there would be no punching back, because she'd just get hit back harder and a hundred times more. So Lissandra had to swallow her pride and take the hit.

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    Thanks! I'm surprised there isn't anyone else commenting. Usually there are several people always looking for amputee stories.

    While I'm not particularly fond of the violence portions, her predicament at the end of your latest part is quite inventive. Keep up the good work!
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    I'm enjoying it! I suppose you're right that you have some things to refine in your writing, but so does everyone else. It's very readable.

    Also, it's about an amputee and it doesn't have any dicks in the story, so that's catering perfectly to my tastes! =P I'm looking forward to some LoL ladies grudge-fucking your helpless protagonist!
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    Thanks for the kind words everybody. I'm just gonna write this next section and see what happens.

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    There were two options. The first was to endure this punishment and hold on by her chin until Ashe came back to pull her off the ledge. But that was reliant on the assumption that Ashe would be kind enough to take her down. That Ashe would even return at all. Lissandra loathed being at the complete and total mercy of her most hated enemy. And to think that just yesterday she was the frost archer's equal, if not her superior. 'Repulsive' was the only word Lissandra could come up with to describe it all.

    The other option was to find a way to escape this whole mess unscathed. Somehow. The task was overwhelming, to say the least. With no limbs, and even without the aid of her remaining torso, she was to rely solely on her head and chin to do... she didn't know what she was supposed to do.

    But it was obvious that something had to be done. This wasn't some endurance test set up by Ashe to strengthen the grip of Lissandra's chin. She was being tortured. And it would be up to her limbless self alone to avoid getting knifed. That was the reality she had to face.

    Lissandra recognized that the most likely way she could escape harm was to move herself to the left or right of the blade beneath her, far enough so that when she released herself from the ledge, she would land on the ground instead of the knife. How she was going to manage that was the question. She thought maybe she could shuffle herself to the side using her chin while her torso dangled along with it. But her remaining body put so much pressure on her chin that she was having trouble just staying on the ledge, let alone lifting it up enough to allow adjustments for movement. There was no way she could do this; she had no arms with which she could hold the ledge to alleviate some of the pressure. She had no legs with which she could reach the ground. Reduced to the bare minimum, the ice witch was incapacitated to the very limit.

    Lissandra floundered about helplessly, as if the wild flailing of her torso would bring her the answers she needed. Though there wasn't really any other course of action, given her limited frame. And it was through this flopping around madly in the air that Lissandra discovered something vital - she felt her right hip make contact with what appeared to be the wall. It was in her mad fit of wiggling that she had thrust forward with her waist and touched it.

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    Great story! I like the emphasis on her helplessness too
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    Reference images can be found here: f-list.net/c/Milky%20Pop%20Shinobi and comments and requests in the guestbook's encouraged
    It's the log of a scene, so part of the writing will reflect that.

    "Alright, it's pretty easy. Just be yourself and think back to your first live concert, okay? That's literally it for this scene." The instructor spoke with a reassuring tone, before returning to his seat, while around the girls, the statist stood ready, some carrying planks, other tools and some of them musical instruments to create the illusion of back-stage crew and between the girls and the camera, an tv-journalist stood ready with a camera man, who was obvious a parody of a real news station, having a "SNN" logo on the side of the camera.

    "Alright. Everybody ready? Light, camera aaaand action!" The 4 words the girls had heard so many times before immediately leading to a flurry of activity around them, and the parody news crew walking up to them for a mock interview. "And next up, is the rising stars, 'Milky Pop'." The 'journalist' commented to the camera before turning to the girls and holding the mic before them. "So you're pretty famous, but just in case, could you introduce yourself to any of our viewers back home hadn't heard of you yet?"
    For all intent and purpose, then it seemed like any other music video, except that all of their men was waiting for their cue to drop the pretense.


    Although it seemed they had gone through the motions countless times before, they still seemed to get somewhat nervous before their interviews. What would the public think of them? What if they say something wrong? Those thoughts would fly through their heads as they worried about the publics perception of them, because in reality their role as idols relies on the public entirely. The group would talk amongst themselves for a bit in order to calm down as the rest of the crew got into their positions, and at the instructor's directions Mai would give a nod with a smile as she sat up straight. The rest of them would slowly follow suit, lining up and posing all pretty for the camera.

    At those 4 words they lost that nervous feeling and immediately showed off a confident, cute, and welcoming look that their fans had grown to love. With the mic pointed towards them, the group began to introduce themselves. "Hello~!", Mai would say excitedly as she waved to the camera, "My name is Mai, and I'm second year student~". From there, the mic would go down the group. Josui would give a quick wave as the mic went by her, "My name is Josui, and I'm a second year student as well~". Tamaki would give a quick salute as she spoke, "Heya! I'm Tamaki and I'm a first year student!". Kagari would give a warm smile, "I'm Kagari and I'm a second year student". And finally, Yugiri would wave as she ended the introductions, "Hello, I'm Yugiri and I'm a third year student. And together we are Milky Pop!". And with that the girls would give their signature waves and poses for the camera as they did with any other interview they did.


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    If you wanna see the rest of the chapters, comment if you liked the story and i'll post them.





    Daniel gets up on a large plastic bucket. He liked to do that every time he was about to say something important. It
    also helped with his small stature. Two pairs of eyes were already locked on him. No one else is there, inside this old,
    rusty, dirt filled warehouse. There were no doors to breach through. It was their hideout, the special place where their
    twisted and dark thoughts weren't met with sighs, parent frenzy and talks of "puberty's difficulties".

    "I hereby announce the first official meeting of the "Murder Club", he said in his young voice. He was only 12 years old,
    but he was smart, certainly the smartest of the group, a cynical nature, his short haircut giving him a kind of geeky look.

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    Annita sure likes to murder people over perceived slights, I wonder how long it will be before the other two decide she's too dangerous to be kept alive...
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    I'm hoping we get to see a drowning sometime :)
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    What do you mean? He's one of the three members of the group. :P

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    Mmm you think? It's not like she can murder them easily by herself though.

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    A very likely future. ;)
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    The boy in the core three starts out called Daniel then gets renamed to Nathan in the middle of the last chapter.
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    Shit, my bad, he is meant to be Daniel. I was writing another story with a Nathan protagonist, that's why it slipt. :P
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    Enjoy!
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    Ebony- 3ft creature with large, droopy ears, ivory skin, a large mouth vertically down her center, and 4-fingered hands and 3-toed feet. She is a the chosen of an old one known as the Hungerer, is in a constant state of hunger, feeds off of others as they eat, and her limbs are more like tendrils. She is a cook, preparing and making meals to feed people and animals so she can feed, and cannot die unless her old one does not want her to live again.
    Emiko- Artist emikochan has volunteered herself to be Ebony's meat ingredient for a skewered meat dish.

    // Part One//
    "I use three knives as my main cooking utensils, but, sometimes, I use other pieces of equipment. This," Ebony said as she pointed out the large stainless steel rod, "is my unspoken fourth." She added as she walked around it.

    Emiko smiled as she watched the cook examine and admire the rod. "And you're going to live-cook me with it?"

    The rod was not very intimidating, standing straight as it was, but it did not leave much to the imagination of what would happen to Emiko.

    "The client asked for a whole human sow, live and edible, and lightly coated in soy with the brain exposed and seasoned with lemon and soy and a splash of sake." Ebony informed as she made sure the rod was in place.

    Less than three feet tall itself, the rod was mounted to the ground and virtually immovable, and it was easy to see that Emiko would not be able to be impaled unless she sat down in a cross-legged fashion.

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    fantastic work <3 Thankyou so much ^_^
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    a lovely little story. always fun and sexy to see emiko die in new and exiting sexy ways, esepcialy when she ends up as food.
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    Now this is nice.

    I love that the snuff is not just consensual, but pleasurable and exciting as well. That, and one of my favorite guro artists is the meal!
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    Hey Emiko

    People sure love to prepare a girl like you.
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    The marketplace bustled with an impossible amount of movement. An orange hue drenched each separate slab of concrete laid out throughout the busy courtyard. Booths riddled either side of the street, cotton tops ruffling in the wind. The heavy aroma of heavenly foods wafted through the narrow passageways, and every two feet forwards brought a new scent. The cloaked man shoved through hoards of ambling villagers, admiring the various trinkets and foods slowly. But the man had a mission. People grumbled as he pushed through, but quickly returned to their business, paying no mind to the awfully suspicious figure floating through the packed market.

    He began to reach the end of the market and the strong aromas died down, dissipating to more a sweaty stench. The crowd grew thinner, but despite this, the air felt hotter. In front of him, beyond a few homeless stragglers that awaited meat scraps given by sympathetic villagers, was a large fountain, where the market slowly drifted to a halt. There, set up just in front of the fountain, was the booth the man had looked for. It was one of the larger booths, and a rug of some animal’s skin laid out in front of a man reclining peacefully in a wicker chair. He smoked a large pipe that caused smoke to billow beautifully from the man’s chapped, tired lips. To the left of the booth was a massive, open top wagon that blocked one half of the circular intersection. A big cloth draping was hastily thrown overtop the wagon that darkened the interior of the mysterious structure. The cloaked man approached quickly.

    “You selling?” He said, flipping his hood down.

    “Sure am.” The vendor replied. He had a great timbre to his voice, and it rumbled through his heavy dialect.

    “Let me see your specials for the day.”

    “Specials?”

    “Best sellers.” The vendor snapped his fingers in acknowledgment then stood up. He walked to the back of the tarp-covered wagon and pushed the two flaps that served as a makeshift door. He barked unintelligible orders and threw some slaps and hits, and as he exited the cart, so too did three young, naked girls, bound together with rusty, metal shackles. They were all dirty, sweaty, and clearly uncomfortable. They shambled to the rug where they promptly stopped. The vendor grabbed a flog that lay on a stand nearby and brought all three of the girls to their knees with a single swipe. The man, despite being poor with observations, noted tear marks staining their dirt-tanned cheeks.

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    Ella was such a good girl. Doomed from the start and knew it, but was so obedient. :-D Loved this story!
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    What a perfect place to spend the afternoon perusing the wares and making a purchase or two.

    I note with great interest the "Part 1", as I hope to see more of the merchandise being inspected, sold, and used.
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    The Last Ride of the Dragonbride


    (consensual snuff, sizeplay, bestiality, hard vore, impalement, fucked to death, love)



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    Stars faded from the sky as birds began to fill the forests with their musical, raucous calls. Trees lay thick upon the hills of Haedell, the wild never tamed so far east, where humans had yet to spread. The noise was enough to reach Swyena half a mile up, listening from upon her mount as Dumin beat his massive black wings against the air. She smiled as the birds began to go silent, intimidated by his dark silhouette against the blush of dawn.

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    She had slept in her saddle the night before, exhausted after leaving the earth of the battlegrounds soaked in blood. The king of Haedell had called for the Dragonbrides, begging the aid of their mounts against the unsurmountable hordes of rebels that had backed him into a corner, lead by his own former general. The man was as skilled in tactics and strategy as his former liege was lacking in them, and his advantage had been great. It had taken all day to lay waste to the rebel legions, thousands of former farmers given arms and training that was sufficient to lead them to victory in battle after battle against the professional soldiers of the Royal Army. They had not had a chance against Dragon Riders, but they had fought bravely until the bitter end regardless.

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    Such struggles always left Swyena tired, not least from how her heart had beat rapidly in terrified exhilaration during every moment of combat, despite how safe she had been from swords and lances, high upon Dumin's back. The dragon was the only real fighter of the pair, unlike some brides who prided themselves on being as dangerous on the ground as their mounts were in the air. Having to associate with her fellowship had also been tiring - there had been endless questions in every spare moment about where she had been before the call, why she had not been seen practically once since her apprenticeship had ended. Hearing them drill her on every detail, one would have thought they were a group of fretting aunts in some village, as opposed to a circle of equals flying miles above a battle. Able to slip away when it was clear the battle was concluding, Swyena had directed Dumin to fly low, then slumped against his warm, sleek neck, and the sound of his wings and heart both beating had quickly lulled her to sleep



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    Where they were now in relation to where she had been, she did not know. She had the training and equipment to find out, and even better, there was a talisman in her saddle bags that would simply tell her what distance and angle she was from Sunspawn, the home of the Dragonbrides and the largest dragon nest in the world. She did not bother with either. Alone with Dumin was how she liked to be.


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    I have a collection of four Undertale stories posted here as well. I consider them slightly better written and if you enjoyed this you would enjoy them.>>9722
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    Another story way more hot than I could've possibly expected! And I loved reading your Undertale series too, goat mom snuff all the way!
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    A cute Fish and the sea Restaurant.


    Close to the coast of Sydney, a lovely voice is heard. A small black shadow glides through the sea. To whom does this lovely voice belong?
    Leila is a brave mermaid veal. With her golden hair and her silvery tail fin, she belongs to a particularly rare breed of mermaids. She has a smooth skin and small but well-shaped breasts. An innocent girl like her is a popular prey in the ocean. As such a Valuable Girl, she normally is strictly guarded…
    But today she seems to be traveling alone!
    "Daddy is so mean! As if I could not take care of myself!" She complains. "The ocean is dangerous, but he can’t lock me up at home forever!"
    A small fish nudges her.
    “I Know! I should speak with my Father…” She says annoyed. "But first I would like to see the sea diamonds!"
    Frantically, the fish swims back and forth.
    “You already sound like my father! ^Leila the diamonds are dangerous! ^”
    Leila ignores every warning and approaches the coast. It doesn’t take long before she finds the diamonds! These are precious stones in rainbow colors. A big pile lies right in front of her. It is strange that no one has taken them yet...
    the fish tries to hold her back.

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    Hi everybody. I posted this story once on Smashwords before they passed their strict "no necro" rule. There is also a sequel that I might try posting later. Enjoy!


    Slut-er House

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    She heard his heavy footsteps drawing closer and her pussy grew moist in anticipation.

    Let him do it to me now, Amy thought. There was nothing she craved more than to feel her captor's cock thrust deep inside of her, to feel her womb overflow and possibly even burst with his seed, before he finally sent her to Hell once and for all. What was Hell like? She hoped that it would be like what she had spent the past few hours enduring, an endless orgy of torture and violation. They said that Hell lasted for eternity. If it was anything like her current fantasy, she definitely prayed that it would. Would she see the others in Hell? After all, they had all gone first and were probably waiting for her to arrive. Amy decided that she probably wouldn't, for Hell was supposed to be a punishment, not a holiday. Still, she couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to have a threesome with Satan and someone like Cici or Steffy. Maybe the Devil would allow an exception to the rules, simply for his own pleasure at least. Amy looked forward to it eagerly. She rubbed her pussy in ecstasy while anxiously awaiting the moment that her throat would be slashed, her carcass gutted and her eternally damned soul fucked and abused by the Prince of Darkness.

    Finally, the electronic gate of her cage rose, opening the way down her last mile. Amy crawled through the narrow corridor like a hog in heat. Mobility was still difficult after what she had been through and, every so often, her captor would hasten her journey by shocking her ass with a cattle prod. The sharp tingle of electricity excited her sexually. She hoped that her tormentor would give her one last fuck for the road. She reached the end of the corridor to find a large, white room with bloodstained hooks hanging from the ceiling.


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    I pictured her as a d-cup. Glad you liked it.
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    Video Nasty

    Anita Slutteasian trembled as she unwrapped the retro cartridge. “SLUTer house III: Video Nasty,” read the cover. Anita, of course, had heard of this game only in whispers. Its legend had begun with Rick Roessler's “Slaughterhouse” film. According to internet legend, an excellent sequel was made in 1994 called “sLaughterhouse II: Pigsby's Revenge”. The casing in the title had been intentionally reversed in order to emphasize the “laughter” in “slaughter”.

    But the story for the third film was much darker.

    For starters, the title was altered from “sLaughterhouse” to “SLUTer House” in order to market its hyper-sexualization. The film itself ended up being banned and every last print of it was destroyed. However, the tie-in video game managed to survive, albeit only a handful of copies ever surfaced. According to Anita's research, this was supposed to be the most sexist and misogynistic game ever created.

    Naturally, she had to review it for her YouTube channel. She recalled once hearing about a book called “Slaughterhouse Five” and wondered if it was also part of the series. Disgusting.

    Not without trepidation, she slid the cartridge into her SNES and powered it on.

    The first thing she heard was the guttural grunting of a pig. Then, two red eyes appeared on her TV screen. They weren't humanoid eyes in any way. They were something else. Something demonic.

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    Yadda, yadda, yadda, over 18, hence lack of Dipper etc, yadda yadda yadda, don't write often, don't ask, don't do it on a commission or trade basis, yadda yadda yadda, Seinfeld, yadda enjoy and those that want my art thread that don't know with similar situation https://www.gurochan.cx/art/res/8.html


    Beer Battered, Roasted Wendy.



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    Wendy took another long sip of her beer as she leaned back with her elbows on the bar, all the while enjoying all the stares she was getting. Buck naked, leaning back so that her large, head sized breasts stuck out to either side of her freckled frame, she had her legs spread juuuust wide enough that everyone in the room had but just to look in her direction to see her pussy. 

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    She was the star attraction for the entire bar.
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    Of course that wasn't all that was going on, she mused, as she idly played with the meat grade tag dangling from her nipple, a little triangular piece of plastic with a grade “A” logo on it. She was the evening roast, literally the roast. Like a turkey. The Bartender had a sense of humor, and with it being St. Patrick's day, a redheaded Irish girl like herself, tipsy and almost drunk off her feet, seemed the most “seasonal appropriate meal” for the bar's annual St Patties day party. She'd been enjoying the honey infused beer all night, specially made at the bar, and given an unlimited tab on them as she hung out naked after work. Course, this was all given to her just to give her that “alcohol infused flavor” when she finally went over the fire.


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    the dude told you it was a nice change, and you acted like a bitch, and now you are worming your way out?

    Jeesus fucking christ, you are truly retarded aren't you?
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    Right. This is a sort of "What If?" to my Other Amy Pond Snuff-o-Gram story. Here's hoping you all enjoy it.


    Amy Pond: Sexy Schoolgirl Snuff-o-Gram
    Tags: Doctor Who, Amy Pond, Clara Oswald, Prostitution, Willing, Dominant and Submissive, scalpel, F/F, Schoolgirl roleplay, Trophies, Fisting, Dissection, Sex Ed, Nipple-ectomy, possible snuff.

    “Ah! Ms. Oswald, just the teacher I was looking for." The Headmaster of Coal Hill School called out as Clara made her way to her last class of the day. "Although, your proposal was... unorthodox, since you already paid for the expensive materials, and since it has the potential to be very educational, I have decided to approve it." The headmaster paused, "Room 3A has been set up for your use. Your class will be watching the demonstration via the cameras you requested."

    Clara blinked. She didn't remember writing a proposal. Still, she was used to strange things happening by now, and was certainly curious about what was happening. So with a quick about face, Clara turned away from the classroom containing the seniors she had intended to teach basic anatomy and sexual education to, and headed for room 3A instead.



    Amy Pond waited alone in the room the students who hired her had directed her to. Her heart was racing. She knew what she was getting into when she'd signed up for the "special service" section of the Kiss-o-Gram company's catalog, but she'd expected something more... private when the most expensive service she'd offered was finally purchased. The room she was in now may have felt abandoned, but the cameras all around her were a silent reminder that what was about to happen wasn't just being watched, but recorded to watch again in the future.

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    Can we get an epilogue of what said student might do to poor dying Amy Pond?
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    Normally I'd say yes, but I want to leave the ending to this ambiguous. Anyone who wants to write such an epilogue should feel free to do so though.
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    I'm about 19 pages into the next one.
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    That's great news! Looking forward to it.
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    When I was still Karl Luck, I began a series of short stories about a woman, Melissa Coss, who comes home to find her wife cheating on her with a high school girl. In her rage, she kills both. Over the course of the following months, she starts to feel the urge to kill again.

    I am happy to announce that the Melissa Coss Series has been rebooted, and I will keep you updated.

    Most Likely Tags: Snuff, Teen, Pedo, Lesbian Sex, and Piss.

    https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/Series/melissacoss1.html - Chapter 1
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    Some will, and there is a pussy stabbing in the first chapter.
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    This was pretty cool. Very similar in a lot of ways to my Julie's Night Out Story. I wish Angela's face didn't get ruined, and maybe she got stabbed a bunch of times instead, but I like your style. Looking forward to see what Ms. Cross gets up to next.
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    https://www.asstr.org//~Karl_Luck/Melissacoss.html - This is my original run, and the one called Family Slaughter might give you an idea of her next victims (be warned, they're of much poorer quality than the reboot).
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