A quick story I just had to write down. Comments and critique welcome. Enjoy!







John smiled as a young, beautiful redhead entered his butcher shop.



”Hi,” she said shyly.

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This is an excerpt from the introduction to Lami Pi Productions, still in progress.

Jackson was careful in serving only select clients who had their hands clean, with no criminal records or having any known connection to organized crime. On the other hand, having had many meetings with them and having served their human transportation needs for years, he was certain some of his clients were Mafia Dons.

After all, the slave trade, whether it be white or international cunts, would be a fundamental moneymaker for the Mafia, and Jackson was certain the mob controlled all of the areas where the quiet movement of humans would be valuable, such as prostitution and the production of violent and possibly deadly child pornography.

Two of his special customized containers bearing restrained and anaesthetized human cargo were due to arrive in San Francisco from the Philippines. They contained a fresh shipment of 48 beautiful young females of various ages, about half of the shipment consisting of delightful pre-teens, age 12 and younger.

His packers had informed him 6 of the girls were American, 18 were Europeans, all taken captive in either Manila or Jakarta. The remainder or the girls were classic young Pilipino beauties, several of them children as young as 6 years old. Jackson knew the consignment would end up at a private country club, one that with good reason privately referred to itself as the Cuntry Club.

Their destination would be at the Club’s private resort in the hills of Southern California, just over 100 miles northwest of Los Angeles. Jackson was familiar with the Club and its nefarious activities, as he had been a guest there at an event a couple of years ago, an educational experience in which he got to practice his horsemanship.

It was incredibly rare that anyone was ever invited to attend an event at the Cuntry Club, as it was necessarily very private, but because of the services he provided, Jackson had earned special standing with a couple of key members, including the Club’s president.

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Peephole

m/f, hanging, footplay, necrophilia, frottage



Even though he could easily afford to live elsewhere, Carl lived in an incredibly shitty neighborhood. Drug dealers and addicts alike roamed the cracked, weed-riddled streets in broad daylight. Despite always being left empty, his car was broken into on an almost monthly basis. Scarcely a night went by without loud sirens blaring in the early morning hours.



The apartment itself was shitty as well. The building was an old house that had been divided into a bunch of tiny one-room, one-bathroom studios. Carl’s was on the second story and there was one more on that level, two on the ground floor and one in the basement. The ancient wooden floors creaked at the slightest provocation. Hot showers rarely lasted for more than a minute. The walls were basically uninsulated and the house was always sweltering in the summer and freezing in the winter.



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Anyone here care to write a story about Ash doing his mom and interrupted by murderous pokemons or Team Rocket?

Lizzy had moved to the back of the bus ten minutes ago, her class was small and hardly anyone sat in the back. The back two rows of seats were completely empty with only one girl sitting in the third row from the back. Its not that Lizzy wanted to be all the way back there, she was a friendly social girl who loved to be in the group. Alas the long bus ride had her stomach doing loop the loops and she started to feel sick. It wasn't too bad...until she started farting. The first few slipping out of hee silently without much of a stink...the next two however crackled and popped as they escaped her rear end.



She had clenched her cheeks, but another final one squeaked out of her, this one carrying a foul stink that had her whole class looking for the one who 'dealt' it. Lucky for her no one pegged her, and a little later she snuck off to the back of the bus, the building pressure in her gut getting more and more painful as she kept holding in her gas. Once she was safely in the back of the bus she peered over the seat to make certain no one was nearby, or paying attention to her. Luckily the rest of her class already began laughing and joking about other things. With a relieved sigh she scooched over too the window, and let loose a gnarly fart that rumbled her little cheeks as it sprayed foul hot air into her panties



The little girl sighed as she felt like a balloon being deflated, the large fart relieving a huge amount of pressure off of her tummy. The foul stink that followed didn't help her though, a hot nasty smell that assaulted even her own nose.



"Bleh..." Lizzy whined as she cracked a window. Her stomach grumbling as she did so. Her own smelly toot left her even more nauseated. Her insides begining to squirm and writhe as thr bus moved along an uneven, winding road. Lizzy shook her head and exhaled, feeling a different kind of pressure building up in her tummy. She took a few deep breaths, that disturbing tickling sensation coming up in her throat. She felt like she wanted to burp, but knew if she did she would just upchuck all over herself, so she simply tried to ignore thenbuilding pressure and focus on steadying herself.

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Sorry I posted the wrong version. Mods please delete the other one.

Let me know if you like this story. It starts out pretty standard but gets pretty fucked up in part two. I have a story arc of Sal the gangters origins, and how he got his taste for cruelty, and eating people. I also have a lot of ideas on how sal and the chef expand their empire to become the first Michelin started cannibal restaurant.

Usual disclaimer this is just a weird fantasy in my head, I in no way condone any of the activities in this story.

Part one "one of the boys"

Frank Sardone was a all American success story. Growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in NJ he had self made himself into a successful business man. He studied haute cuisine in Paris on a full ride scholarship, and now owned a large restaurant that had become a institution over the past 20 years. He drove a big Cadillac escalade, and had a huge house. He had a beautiful family with 7 kids, and a gorgeous wife, who kept her figure even after being pregnant for almost a decade straight. They were expecting their 8th in about 2-3 weeks now. His wife was very pregnant, but this was routine for her.

Frank only really had one problem, and that was himself, and his bad habits. In his old neighborhood almost all his friends went into a life of crime, those that weren’t dead or in jail, had risen to chief mobsters. He still hung out with them all the time. Most nights he would go down to Sal’s Gentle Men’s club, after closing the shop. It was a one stop shop for any depravity you had.

Out front they had a strip club, staffed with mostly 16-17 year old run away girls. For $200 you could fuck them, and for a few more bucks you could do whatever else you wanted to them. In the back there was a huge private area, much bigger then the front strip club. You needed to get past a row of goons to get in, but once inside you were in another country. Basically anything went back here, they had a full Casino, huge lounge area for sports betting, drugs were openly consumed, and traded in huge quantities.

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Five Gold Coins
(m/f, non-con, snuff, necrophilia)

Strolling down the forest lane, Osgood found himself absently humming a happy tune. It was uncharacteristic for him to appear so jolly but he couldn’t help himself--the day was simply perfect. A light breeze shook the leaves of the trees overhead, spaced far enough apart to let occasional beams of sunlight warm the path. He didn’t even mind not having a horse--his belongings were few and, to seem unassuming, he dressed in a simple brown robe. His pace was leisurely and he would easily arrive at the next town before sundown. More carefree days were likely to follow.

Money was the least of his concerns. He and a few friends, some might call them “mercenaries” although he preferred “business associates”, had just concluded one hell of a “business deal”. A nearby city had put forward a king’s ransom in gold for the eradication of a dragon that had been terrorizing their countryside. The dragon had turned out to be a whelp of a thing but he and his group had no compunctions about accepting the full reward. He might see them again in the future but they had all parted ways to seek out their respective ways of enjoying their fortune.

All of which lead Osgood to his current happy mood. Blissful, but inattentive. He was therefore more surprised than normal when a voice shouted at him from further down the lane:

“Hands up, traveller!”

Snapping to attention, Osgood immediately assumed a defensive stance. He complied with the order and raised his hands but didn’t panic. He knew that he had some tricks up his sleeve.


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She makes me feel ways that I've never known before. The first time I saw Desirae, I thought my heart would climb right out of my throat, strut over to her, and kiss her on the cheek. My hands would sweat. My heart would pound. My mind would become foggy. But strangest of all, my mouth would water.



I wanted her in every way imaginable. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to taste her lips. I had to have her.



Unfortunately, I'm a coward, and I could only desire her from afar. From elementary school to college, I watched her blossom into a beautiful woman. My desires only became stronger as time went on, and the haze in my head became screams.



One day, in a particularly bold move, I approached her in the campus rec-room. She was playing a game of pool by herself, which I saw as a chance to get close. My heart stomped in my eardrums, and my mouth filled with the words I wanted to say. Well, that, and some saliva.

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so since im a filthy boy i decided to finally do a thing ive been wanting to do for a while

shoutout to the author of waifu wars for introducing me to gurochan btw u rock my dude. nice dick

ive had the idea for geocide high for a very long time, started off as a rp with someone i dont talk to anymore but i think it has more potential than a dead rp idea so here

ive got a lot of weird kinks so ill probably throw more than a few in here after a while, but nevertheless, i hope u can enjoy it. feel free to suggest kinks u wanna see in it, as well as character archetypes who u wanna see dead



GENOCIDE HIGH

wuffy

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- FF - FFM - cannibalism - snuff- castration - pee - and a lot more!



Nora and Lily are half sisters, they have the same dad but different mothers. Their father is a piece of shit and doesn't take care of them. They met eachother at school and found out later that they are half sisters, since that moment they have been best friends. back than Nora was 12 years old and Lily was 11. During a sleepover they were watching Hannibal and that moment they both found out they love gore and cannibalism, in the heat of the moment they started to touch eachother and made eachother orgasm. Now they are 15 and 14, they still watch a lot of porn and horror together while they get eachother off.





Nora has brown hair with blue streaks, blue eyes, C cup tits and a nice perky ass, shes also 5'6 tall and she dresses alternative . She is sitting in her bed, laptop next to her and watches a girl getting covered in cum during a bukkake, she's all naked and has 3 fingers in her pussy and the other hand is working her clit, her juices are flowing over her hands and on her bed. After a few minutes she has a orgasm and squirts all over her bed, she takes her 3 fingers out of her pussy and sucks them clean in her mouth. Her phone rings, she grabs her phone and sees that it is Lily "Hey! Whats up whore?"



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DEER HUNTING LORETTA
by DANTE



Loretta was really enjoying the raunchy house party, because everything about it was so mature. Having just turned fifteen she was by far the youngest girl there, of the guests, anyway, and when her blind date Ralph had to leave early, the host, a really rich guy who owned the house, talked her into staying, telling her that some of his musician friends were dropping over after their dance job to entertain them.

She didn't feel any particular attachment to this guy Ralph anyway, because he was a blind date, and had acted like such a nerd all evening, so when he told her he had to get up early the next morning, and pulled this just when the party was warming up, she was glad to see him go.

She had never seen so many ladies with big tits, wearing such expensive gowns. The party was so sexy, with men in tuxes and beautiful women in expensive revealing gowns, and there were even three teenage topless waitresses with really big tits, who were outrageously sexy.

They wore only open lace panties, that only partly covered the most important part, their actual slit, but showed the trimmed hair of their little pubic bushes above the waistband. That was a crazy thing to call it, because these panties were slung so low they didn’t entirely cover the girls’ clit hoods.


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Another short story I wrote after watching a movie with my girlfriend. No, its not the one you might think of, though I did use the names of the two characters after I realized that the base idea was so similar.



I won't post tags for this one as it would spoil the surprise, so you will have to trust me on this one. If you like it, let me know, and if you don't let me know too (I am afraid gurochan is not the best place for a story like this, gruesome as it is).



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





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There's no gore in this first post.



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"I hate them. I want them to suffer." Aron, my friend and coworker, had just witnessed his lab vandalized.



"You want to kill them?" I poured him more wine.

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((I'll be posting a story soon hope you enjoy :D ))

Happy Birthday

(m/f, consensual, suicide, necrophilia, gore)



Edgar was having a terrible birthday. He kicked rocks with the toe of his boot as he trudged home but these small acts of violence did little to cheer him up. He was twenty nine years old that day and, as he reflected on his current situation, he was not pleased with where his life was.



The day actually hadn’t been that much worse than normal but since moving to the small farming town of Shadyvale, all of his days seemed terrible. Edgar was a cleric and served as a healer and spiritual guide to the people of Shadyvale. But it was always “Praise Pelor” this and “Blessings to Pelor” that whenever he mended a broken leg or cured a minor illness. The stupid bumpkins never acknowledged that fact that it was Edgar who actually worked all of this magic. No, there was never a “Praise Edgar” or even so much as a “Thank you Edgar” to be heard. He was a faithful servant of the sun god and he supposed that the dirt-farming simpletons thought that that meant that he wasn’t even a person in his own right.



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