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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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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Enjoy!

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?"

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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.

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The Last Ride of the Dragonbride
(consensual snuff, sizeplay, bestiality, hard vore, impalement, fucked to death, love)

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.

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.

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



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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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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