Claire walked to the car with the sergeant who was her recruiter. At just thirteen years old she wouldn't have been able to join until congress, in another social expirement with the military lowered the recruiting age to anyone who had started high school. They reasoned, this would be just like military school, only with the actual military. It was a highly controversial move, but to Claire it was a chance to escape her home. She was constantly fighting with her mom, and her stepdad didn't seem to give two shits about her, except to check out her blossoming tits. She was a bit of a late bloomer, but had just graduated to a 28 B bra. at 5 feet even these still seemed a bit small on her and she was hoping they would grow still. She had olive skin, courtesey of her father, who was second generation Assyrian. Her mother was white, and she could definately pass for a white girl, just with a good tan. She was overall pleased with her appearance, several years of running cross country in junior high had toned her whole body, and she hoped, prepared her for the physical challanges of Parris Island.

At the MEPS, she went through the usual tests and paperwork, somewhat confused by it, but signed her name were the Gunny told her to. She noticed there were several other girls who looked about her age, and when she got a free moment went to talk to them. Most were joining the Army, a couple were Air Force and Navy, and one was joining the Marines, like her. Beverly 'Bev' was 14, with red hair and light skin. Also starting her freshmen year that fall, she wasn't trying to escape home, but had joined for adventure. They chatted nervously until it was time to go. As they had enlisted out of RS Atlanta, they did not get on a plane, but took a bus with 8 other kids, all boys to Parris Island.

After the initial shock, "GET OFF MY BUS! ON THE YELLOW FOOTPRINTS! RUN HERE! RUN THERE!" they found themselves inside a classroom, segregated from the boys they were in a room with about 45 other girls. Then a female drill instructor came into the room an informed them that the were 4th Battalion Oscar Company Platoon 4092 and that from then on, she was the mother.

The culture shock was complete. They were stripped of their clothes, issued standard camouflage utilities or cammies, and hearded to a squad bay full of metal bunk bed style racks.

Most of the girls in the platoon were seventeen or eighteen years old. But there were eleven of them that were thirteen and fourteen. You couldn't join midway through high school (something about differeing acedemic standards), it was an all or nothing deal.

Duran (Claire's last name) and Brown (Bev's last name) had managed to end up as rack mates. Through out that initial haze of recieving and pickup they remained together, scared, missing home (Brown more than Duran) and wondering what the hell they had gotten into.

Senior Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Williamson and the other DI's were constantly all over them, enforcing the standards and generating instant willing obedience to orders. After what seemed like two weeks, but was really only five days, they were informed that it was Friday night. They were permitted several hours to take showers and generally clean up. This was a welcome relief to the tired girls and young women, so used to the PT showers and the generally hurried life of a Marine recruit.

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"No! Wait! Ple" the small girl, over 18 but looking hardly 15, pleaded and gasped, "whaah. Please pleassse no don't..." she was sobbing.



There was nothing left to lose. No food or water. It was all filled with disease, iron, and lead. So be it.



We cut her clothes away. My cohorts took great pleasure, except the ones already dead inside.



Piece by piece, cloth fell and skin was bared.

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Dana watched, transfixed as her sister Holly was snuffed by her brother. She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw her sister cumming as she died. She definately came watching it, climaxing when Virgil slit Holly's throat. Dana was definately aroused by the thought of being snuffed, but she knew she had to have children first. She had been doing her best, fucking whenever she got the chance. She had not gotten pregnant yet. She had just had her most recent period a week ago. It had started to come regularly, so she was hopeful she could have her first baby soon.

That night Dana crept into Virgil's room, sliently the naked elevin year old slipped under the covers with him and began to stroke his cock. Virgil woke up from a half sleep to find his young sister playing with his cock. He smiled and pulled her up on top of him. Leaning her head down she began to kiss her brother, an act which he wholeheartedly reciprocated. As the two siblings kissed his cock rose to full hardness. He reached down and moved it to the entrance to his sister's pussy, and she began to push back on it. They kept on kissing as she slid completely back on Virgils hard shaft, and he rolled her over.

As he began to slowly thrust in and out she looked up at him and said, "I love you Virgil."

He smiled back, "I love you too, sis."

She felt a shiver run down her back at the mention of them being related. She began to think how sexy it would be to have her brothers baby, and how sexy it was to have his bare penis inside her.

The girl was young, her hips had only just begun to widen, and her titties were tiny. But that was ok with Virgil, he loved to fuck young girls, their pussies were so tight that he couldn't help but cum in them.

"You're so sexy Dana."

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Superhero Rivalry

"Now that you're officially a member of the team, it's time for me to show you our secret weapon," said Novahawk with a little smirk, her glowing green eyes wandering up and down Hyperbunny's athletic body.



"Huh? We've got a secret weapon?"



Hyperbunny hopped up from the couch with a big grin. She was 18 years old, bouncy and perky, always smiling, with long blond hair and perfect skin, and her costume included long ears that would often flop down in front of her face. Her costume was both backless and strapless, the fuzzy white bullet-proof fabric held to her large breasts and flat belly by specially designed adhesive. The suit stretched to give her total freedom of movement and make her breasts very bouncy. It wrapped around to cover her firm butt with a fuzzy ball to represent a bunny tail. Bare legs showed off her powerfully muscular thighs, and a low cut revealed the tops of her breasts and most of her cleavage.



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Long story short: I wrote this for another, Touhou focused site. While they may be able to speak of writing quality, the important thing is whether the story is hot if you're into girls stabbing other girls. I have no idea if it is. And so I cross-post here, where I can more likely garner such opinions. I'm not wholly sure it isn't a little tame for the site on average, but, it's the first place to come to mind for something bloody. So, enjoy, hopefully.



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With a crack, the red-skinned oni's face snaps backwards as a massive, muscled arm smashes a fist into it; the rest of his body soon follows, hurtling through the air and tumbling along the ground several dozen yards to crash against the wall of a nearby building, leaving cracks upon it as he lays there unconscious. A girl of silver, braided hair, clad in maid uniform, stoops to observe the unconscious oni suddenly blocking her path. Yuugi, meanwhile, sighs and dusts off her knuckles as the ring of spectators cheer and an energetic male voice nearby calls out, “And that's twenty nine in a row! Even three on one, the Oni of Oni cannot be stopped! Will anyone even come forth to challenge her after that one?!”



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Long time lurker, first time storyteller. All stories here take place in what I'm tentatively calling the Frumpverse, as all stories here adhere to the same ruleset through wildy different universes and settings.

My Arrowverse stories are by far the most detailed and give the most info, si I'll start with them.



While I'm pretty sure I don't actually have to say this but I will anyways just in case. I think it'll become pretty clear where I stand on a certain politician, but don't care to discFuss it, so if you don't have anything to say about my stories, it would be best if you said nothing.



And without further adieu...

Korra For Breakfast
Tags: F/F, Cooking, Cannibalism, Non-Fatal, Romantic.

This story is (loosely) based off an edit I did a while back (https://www.gurochan.cx/g/src/1433907141292.png).

Posting this in its own thread because posting newly completed stories in a giant thread for people to enjoy is apparently a terrible idea that people hate (since it has rendered absolutely no feedback whatsoever).

Anyway, Enjoy.



"What's the most delicious thing you've ever tasted?" Korra asked her girlfriend as they relaxed together on the couch in front of the roaring fire.


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P R O L O G U E


The War was not a pretty one. There is no pretty war but The War started out pretty, in that it was relatively bloodless with a few bombings and mostly protests.

But then the government was dominated by a single theocratic faction, and committed genocide like the world had never seen before. Missiles launched from satellites destroyed millions residing in ghettos instantly, millions more were locked up.

Former allies knew something had to be done; They equipped and trained the remnants of the previous government and whoever would join them, and even sent in their own Special Forces. Rival superpowers took their chance and armed their own proxies with massive numbers of cheap but effective weapons.

The theocrats found they had been both outnumbered by one revolutionary faction, numbering tens of millions of hardened soldiers, and outgunned by the other.

It was at this time that the rival superpowers marched on their circumstantial allies with legions, and a single nation's civil war turned into an even bloodier World War.


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Space Goo



"Holy shit! Jay Cooper! I can't believe it!" groaned Alice as she stood topless in the cheerleader changing room and adjusted her makeup.



"Believe it," said Jennifer with a smirk, "Tonight at Serene Lake Lookout. Full moon, clear sky, bright stars, perfect view of the meteor shower."



"The star quarterback that single-handedly won us the championship last year, and he's been available for six months. Who hasn't made a pass at him? What have you got that the rest of us don't?"

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Dick Girl Incest, Impregnation and Snuff

A Dick Girls of Gahoul Story

Herm, inc, preg, snuff, implied can



Pixie and Trixie were twins. Identicle twins basically. But everyone on Gahoul was identicle with their line. Pixie and Trixie were Snowflakes; one of the four races of dickgirl on their planet. All the dickgirls were beautiful, large tits, tight pussies, and above that, a nice big cock.

Now the four races cooperated most of the time, but when it came mating time each month, they hunted down and fucked each other. And the sex always ended up with a pregnancy.

So Pixie and Trixie were identicle, but they were also twins. They had shared a womb together, which made them sisters.

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"Her name was Faith. Her ass was red. So was her face.

Her wrists were bound to her opposing elbows in a straight jacket. What else. Oh. And her tits were small, but her nipples. Jeeze. Big and long."



"The one with holes for her breasts, that one?"



"Yeah except this time, dig this, they were that small. She was flat chested, I mean the boob fat was there... barely. We decided to tie her nipples."



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Just a short moment ago, he was at the bar, alone. Pounding back his own pathetic sorrows with vodka and gin, ever ashamed of his inability to ever find the right person and have sex. His friends teased him back at the university: “virgin.” Which, ordinarily would not have bothered the man much, but he was quickly on the path to twenty-four and he was ever aware of his age combined with his lack of experience.



Lucas Ledford, known to his friends as Luke, wasn’t exactly unattractive. He had an uncontrolled brown mop for a hairdo and didn’t put much effort into his wardrobe, but he had strong features. Dazzling blue eyes, a boyish upturned nose, and full lips lightly surrounded by little blonde whiskers. It took him awhile for puberty to really set in (his voice only just broke at seventeen) but his looks were starting to settle in. Unfortunately for the young man, he was also rather short at only 5’7” – and his tiny dick didn’t help matters much.



One could imagine his surprise, then, when someone came on to him that night. Luke could have sworn he had hit the jackpot. A woman approached him at the bar, a beautiful woman, that bought him drink after drink after drink. She had the most dazzling features – crystal-like blue eyes, gorgeous black hair, the most luscious lips imaginable, and the most perfect body form he’d ever seen. This woman was older, for sure, and he thought that maybe that was why she refused to tell him her name. But the youth was ever so turned on by this woman’s charm (and the drinks were helping, too) that he couldn’t resist asking her to follow him to his apartment. She accepted.



Now, here they were, her smiling at him teasingly as he stripped down to his Hanes white briefs. He was worried that that might turn her off – after all, most of the guys his age had “graduated” to something higher than the most basic of basic. But the woman rose from her seat on the bed and gently placed her hand on the cloth that just barely protected his privates. He was slightly embarrassed at the wet precum that soaked through his briefs instantly as she touched him.

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Liv walked away from the reception desk and down the hall toward Suite 1056 - per her instructions - while absent-mindedly rubbing her arm just below the shoulder where she'd received the injection a moment earlier. Her raven black hair flowed unrestrained, tucked behind her fair, white ears, and slightly lifted by her gait.

Not long ago, she wouldn't have expected to be doing this. Back when cannibalism was first legalised nation-wide, about a decade ago, it was all the rage for young people to go off to the butcher. Any occasion worth celebrating would have a feast, courtesy of a friend or family member, or sometimes just a person who'd done it for the experience. Now, though, with most of the willing population gone, and meat demand supplied by prisons, there weren't a lot of people doing it any more.

Liv had made up her mind about a month ago. Her boyfriend's birthday would be tomorrow, and having been stuck in constant unemployment for the last 8 months left her at a loss for the funds to buy something she considered suitably extravagant. Then she'd seen an internet post detailing someone's DIY roasting of their teenage daughter. The recipe and final product had looked delicious, and seeing it convinced her of her course of action. However, she wasn't going to be able to cook herself, and her boyfriend was far from competent in the kitchen, so she'd called the meat processing plant just out of town to ask if they'd do a custom order for cheap if the meat was supplied. They'd graciously complied.

And now, here she was, walking to the hall to - the nice older lady at the front desk told her - be gutted, before heading out to the kitchen. The injection she'd been given acted as a pain-killer and inhibited her body's natural tendency to repair wounds in order to ensure she'd remain alive and fresh for as long as possible. Already, she could feel a pleasntly light sensation creeping up from her extremities.

Reaching the end of the long front hallway, Liv looked to her right to see the room she was looking for; a painted steel door with a thin, frosted-over window like all the rest. Straight ahead of her in the hall were the large, stainless-steel double doors that lead, industrial kitchen - she could hear the muffled whirring of dozens of machines, the bustle of factory workers, and the hiss of steam from just beyond. Not to long from now, she'd be in there, to be handled and fire-roasted. Just a big piece of meat.

She turned to the door with the little numbers "1056", her blue eyes wide as a thrill of anticipation and fear made her heart speed up a bit in her chest. Timidly, she decided to knock, rather than barge in.

"Door's not locked," came the reply from the other side.

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New to guro fiction, experimenting with flash fiction (1000 words or less.) Feel free to leave a comment/feedback



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Wet slaps punctuated the silence of the chamber, mingling with the sobs of the naked bitch beneath him.



"Quit your whimpering, cunt. You're dead no matter how much crying you do."

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This is a commission of mine which is a parody of a well-known daytime television. Perry Signer had a fantastic idea for getting the ratings of his show up, he was going to snuff eight porn stars on television.