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    int. hotel - hallway - night

    JASON walks down the hallway until he comes to one particular door. He looks around and then knocks.

    LISA
    (from inside)
    Come in.

    He opens the door...

    int. hotel - room 342 - bedchamber - night

    ...where the conjoined twins LOLA and LISA await him on the bed.

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    Melony awoke, yet she had immediately regretted it, her head throbbed with a deep ache, clutching her temples with a pained groan, the night was a blur, coming together in fragments. She peered about her bed, pulling back her sheets to find it was empty, if she was waking up alone, the night did not end well, a waste of renting a large bed for the night.

    Something did not feel right, it was the suspicion she had forgotten important, her mind trying to piece the fragments of last night together. There as a sudden need to check her things, pushing herself up, sitting amidst a tangle of downy covers, tight ringlets of chestnut brown hair spilling over bust.

    She reached for the bedside, snatching up a leather pouch with a slap of her hand against the stiff dark oak of the nightstand. The lack of any weight in her hand made guts twist in worry, reaching inside it, only to have that sensation tighten into a cold knot of dread. She was broke, not a coin to rub between her fingers, yet she kept reaching inside the pouch in desperation, cursing under her breath in disbelief.

    With a growl of contempt, she whipped the empty coin purse against the wall, the foggy memories settling in of where her money had gone. Vaguely recalling she had bet it all on a hand of poker, even her fucking horse left her possession that night.

    She began to dress herself pushing her arms through a satin undershirt fastening up the front buttons, closing the frills of her garment over her chest. She wrapped her midsection in a black leather corset, pulling the strings taut, feeling the leather compressing around her body.

    No money meant she would have no way to pay for this luxurious room, she could suck the innkeeper’s cock until it was smoother than polished marble, and she would barely even settle her drinking tab at best.

    She wrapped her open skirt around her waist, the loose pleats of the white diaphanous fabric hanging at the midpoint of her thigh. As she dressed herself, she was thinking of the best way to get out of this mess, sitting back on the bed, pulling her silken black thong up her legs, and hitching it under her skirt.

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    No.11141 [Report]
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    Well, that was fucking hot. I love monsters and huge cocks.
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    No.11145 [Report]
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    Eyy, Tsade!

    Recognize ya from the /efg/ thread!
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    Hiya! Gurochan would best be called my second home since a bulk of my commissions come from here and they don't mind my more extreme tastes.
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    This is more a script than a story, for a possible drawings sequence that one day someone could realize.


    REBELS MUST DIE!

    A group of three male soldiers and a female soldier patrols on the streets.
    Two young female girls crossed their line and they recognized them as enemy recruits.
    They were dressed in thight, olive green t-shirts cropped just below their breasts and khaki shorts low on their hips, leaving the whole belly naked and exposed. A pair of military boots and an army cap complete the garments. Their military clothes showed the group of experienced soldiers, that this two girls weren't professional soldiers yet.
    The Soldiers watched the two young girls closely to recognize every movement of them. On of the soldiers said unhappy: "They are so young. It's a shame to waste such sexy bodies."
    "I know, but they are old enough to take arms against us. They are indeed enemies. said the woman and the soldier, who had spoken at first thought, that her comrade was ready to kill the two girls already.
    The Asian soldier announce loudly that the woman was right and she wished more of them got killed. So the woman say that they have no other choice but to kill the girls. She then call for an officer to direct the execution process (there is a military protocol for that). Then arrives the female officer and she states (like reading a death warrant) that the girls are found accomplice to rebellion and therefore are to be considered enemies of the state, and shall immediately executed with a bayonet in the naked belly, since int is the execution protocol fitted for enemy girl recruits wearing such garments.
    The blonde-haired girl began to cry and begged for her life: "Oh, no please, I don't want to die. I promise to become a good girl!"
    The officer come close to her, hugging her by the side with one arm around the shoulder, and reply "I'm sorry dear, but you two have choose the wrong side, therefore is my duty to assure these naked, youthful rebel bellies of yours get what they deserve" and she pressed a finger in the girl navel like imitating a bayonet.

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    I would like to specify that I'm not against Vietnamese girls. I find Asian girls among the most sexy in the world.
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    Once upon a gurochan there was a multi part story about an island where rich people would buy and sell people to snuff. It was horrifically excellent. Until one dark day, a server shut down and it vanished without a trace. However, legends tell of the power of crowd sourcing and that it might one day bring back this lost tale (and possibly others) for all to revile and enjoy.
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    I admit it, I enjoy being fucked up the ass.

    As you will probably have already gathered, I - Alastair Simon Lawes - am not a man with many hangups about enjoying the things I find pleasure in. I'm a bisexual, necrophiliac murderer and cannibal, though interestingly I'm not a rapist. I don't find any joy in taking by force what so many people over the years have been willing to give me freely. Their intimacy, their virginities, even their lives and flesh. I'll gladly receive when given, but never take by force.

    I'm also not aroused by urine or faecal matter. Some of the clients who come to my club are, and that's their prerogative, but for me there's nothing sexy about them at all. Give me saliva, semen, sweat and blood any day.

    Anyway, where was I...? Oh yes. On a boat with a cock in my ass and another in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Janet – still gorgeous in her mid fifties – with a glass of wine in hand and a couple of fingers in her pussy, watching me suck and be fucked by two equally gorgeous (though much younger) men. She was wearing what was technically a long black evening dress, but honestly it was more like an ankle-length cloak with a broad strip of ruffled fabric across her midriff. It left her small, still-firm breasts and hairless pussy fully exposed, and her nipples were as hard as the diamond rings that pierced them.

    The men I was fucking were Twin brothers, pierced and tattooed with that black over-the-eye emo haircut. The only way to tell them apart was that one's hair falls to the left, the other to the right.

    There was certainly nothing different about their generously sized penises, as my very VERY close inspection was proving.

    Lest you think this tale is going to purely involve my homosexual side, I'd just like to point out that my own cock was busily filling out my favourite employee, Bridget. Tall, lean and muscular, with straight brunette hair to the points of her shoulder blades and unsettling blue eyes. Not actually that beautiful, but with a sultry confidence and knowledge of her own sexual tastes that more than compensated.

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    Worth Waiting For: Chapter 3



    I woke to the sound of automatic weapons fire.

    Nothing to worry about, of course. You can't live on your own private island in international waters without needing some protection, and the protection in this case comes in the form of a mercenary team who live and work on the island, protecting it from pirates and making sure that whenever somebody is snuffed on the island, they are consenting and have received permission from me.

    Recruiting them is a tricky balance. The natural choice of person to act as private security for an island full of necrophiliacs and cannibals would be, well, necrophiliacs and cannibals. On the other hand, you really don't want to have emotionally unstable murderers wandering around with automatic weaponry. So, the trick is to find veteran mercs who are into snuff but not unstable, or ones who are so utterly jaded that they genuinely don't give a fuck so long as the pay's good. And the pay is VERY good.

    The live fire training exercises and target practice that keeps them sharp can be a pain in the ass sometimes. The island isn't very big, so the sound of assault rifles will wake you up pretty much wherever you are, which is inconvenient if you have a massive hangover. That's why all the apartments are soundproofed.

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    Name: Lorekeeper @ 2014-01-01 07:34 ID: f33daf

    In appreciation of the influx of consensual guro stories of late, I'll repost some more of this old classic by IMadeAWrite:



    The Christmas event at Club Moros doesn't actually take place on Christmas day. People want to spend the day itself with their families after all, and even though most of us are thoroughly non-religious, there's still something about snuffing people on the day itself that feels... uncomfortable. So, the actual event is held two weeks before, on the tenth. And it is easily the most fun night of our year.

    There is of course the attraction that it's one of the fifteen days per year on which we snuff one of the Moros girls, but there's also a tradition of gift-giving which is uniquely.... us.

    The private yachts and planes have been arriving for days, each bearing a party of Moros club members and a number of gifts.

    Many of those gifts will be for me. Others will be for other club members, or for the Moros girls. One or two will be gifts to the club as a whole, and all the gifts are the same: They are all living human beings, and by sunrise on the morning of December 11th, they will all be dead.

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    Name: Lorekeeper @ 2014-01-01 07:38 ID: f33daf

    True to my word, June had to wait a long time before her end came.

    The rest of December was spent enjoying her thoroughly. She still expected every day to be her last and was unreservedly sexual throughout. She shunned clothing and took every opportunity to fuck me or anyone else I ordered her to. Several times, I had her while we watched the ultra-slow motion footage of her family's death by exploding dildo.

    Then the First of January came round, and it was time for the first M-girl snuff of the year. She spent the whole day quivering like a violin string, expecting to be chosen for a double-snuff that night.

    The “lucky” girl that night was Eva, who was auctioned for ninety-three million to one of my favourite clients, a leading world expert in anaesthesia and pharmacology who regularly made use of willing M-net victims and Moros snuff events in unofficial (and unpublishable) clinical trials. With a shot of his latest creation to the back of her neck, Eva apparently felt no pain at all as the client and Bridget took her apart well past the point where shock and trauma would ordinarily have killed her. When she finally expired, she was staring in amazement at her own heart as it stopped beating.

    January was a slightly calmer affair as June got used to the idea that I was serious about waiting for an opportunity to make her death genuinely special. Interestingly, we became more intimate. Our sex stopped being quite so frequent, vigorous and carnal and became more... intimate. I began to think of it as lovemaking rather than fucking. We'd spent the previous month trying pretty much everything, and I still fondly recall a fivesome with June, Bridget, Annie and a male client. Now, it was an exploration of just how good it could be to devote yourself to one person for a time.

    On February the first, Mercedes “won” the lottery. She sold for a hundred and seventeen million and her purchaser decided to hang her from The Frame and bisect her lengthways with a chainsaw. I always enjoy it when somebody does that, because the result is inevitably spectacular, sending a fountain of blood and torn meat all over the club. Watching it got me so hard that my dick felt abnormally heavy, almost painful – as if I might snap it off if I exerted myself too hard. This didn't stop me from fucking June's tight anus for the first time while a young man – one of four new members of Club Moros present on the island for their first snuff night – took her from below. I love the sensation of another big, stiff prick rubbing against mine, especially through the narrow wall of flesh separating anus and pussy.

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    Prettydead, you are amazing.
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    Since I'm still having trouble accessing ASSTR, I will post my stories here.

    Feedback is welcome; criticism is welcome so long as it's constructive.



    My first story is in response to this prompt in Killer and Victim: (https://www.gurochan.cx/rp/res/1864.html#q2637)

    Party Killer – Midnight Stabbings



    Snuff, pain, rape, ws



    Friday night, and I once again went to a party uninvited; just noticed that there was a party going on as I drove around town, parked at a supermarket a few blocks over, and walked on in. Despite the fact that I was unfamiliar with the people there, and they were certainly unfamiliar with me, my presence went unnoticed. Pretty much everyone was intoxicated, too concerned with getting laid, or both. I busied myself with walking around and consuming whatever food and beverages didn’t contain alcohol or drugs; getting intoxicated myself just wouldn’t suit me at that time. Being a serial killer, my purpose was to find someone and make their night the last one they will ever experience.

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    Here's a rewrite/completion of one started in Killers and Victims.

    Early Morning Killing Spree



    Snuff, Pedo, Gore, Piss, Necro



    Ralph Holland sat in his car holding a .500 S&W Magnum in his hand, constantly fidgeting with it and turning it over in his hand. This is how Ralph spent the last hour; playing with the gun, even pointing it at his own head a few times, and thinking about one thing: Kaori Harada, and her new lover.

    Kaori had been Ralph’s friend since she was only seven, shortly after her family immigrated from Japan. Over the years, as Kaori grew from a little girl into a woman, Ralph began to have feelings for her, and on more than one occasion Ralph found himself jerking off to romantic or lustful fantasies about her. It wasn’t hard to fall in love with her; Kaori was overtly kind, funny, and easy going. On top of that, she was attractive, with an average height and fit body, shoulder-length hair that was usually dyed red, and sizable breasts that she always seemed to show off with loose-fitting tops. Considering his feelings and their long-lasting friendship, Ralph was certain that they were destined to be together, whenever he got up the courage to ask her out.

    His plans to make Kaori came crashing down the day before, however. She called Ralph and three other friends to lunch with her and her roommate, Nora Hampton, saying she had something big to tell them. She told everyone that she was a lesbian, and that she fell in love with a woman by the name of Karla Caldwell. Ralph and everyone else congratulated Kaori and assured her that she had their approval, and Ralph wasn’t even upset at first. However, after he got home and thought about the fact that it destroyed any chance he might have with being her boyfriend, and seething hatred welled up to consume his every thought.
    He spent most of the night, unable to sleep, dreaming up ways to end Kaori’s relationship with Karla. Eventually the elaborate plans to get them to break up became plans to commit murder. At around four o'clock Ralph, deciding to act on his anger, climbed out of bed, put on a t-shirt and blue jeans, stole a gun from his dad’s gun cabinet, and drove off.


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    Mother and Daughter Execution



    Snuff, teen, masturbation, gore, explosive, ws, scat



    There was simply no place in the world for Francine Myers, and according to the law she should never have been born in the first place.

    Following the war with China, the parts of North America not destroyed by nuclear fire were overrun with bands of raiders or fell under the control of despots. One such despot, going as Cain the First, created his own kingdom in what was once the Northwest United States and British Columbia. To preserve resources, Cain decreed that every couple must get royal approval to reproduce. The punishment for having an unauthorized child was harsh: death. Not only that, but the unauthorized child would be executed first while the parents were forced to watch.

    Fourteen years ago, Francine’s parents gave birth to her without royal approval. With the help of a friend with ties to the system, they managed to modify the database to make Francine’s birth seem legit. Then, six months ago, that man was arrested for an unrelated scam. In exchange for his own freedom, he told the authorities about several families he faked records for, including the Myers Family. When the police came to arrest them her dad gave his life so that she and her mother could escape, but his sacrifice was in vain. When they tried climbing out of the bedroom window into the backyard an officer spotted them and they were arrested.

    Francine and her mother were placed in separate cells for the duration of their trials, which were decided in a week without them even making an appearance in court. Francine was sentenced to death, as was her mom, and it would be carried out the following week.

    On her special day, Francine laid on the cold stone bed watching the cell door with a grim expression. She had to use her knee-length blonde hair as a pillow, as they didn’t provide her with one.

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    An Eventful Afternoon



    Snuff, torture, FF+, Blackmail, Necro, WS



    Mary pulled her car into a neighborhood park to pay a visit to a resident several streets over. Most would consider this unusual, but Mary Bruin's choice of career brought plenty of unusual behaviors; she was a hired assassin, and this was her latest job. However, this job differed from the requests. Along with the two silenced 9mm pistols hidden beneath her skirt like normal, she also carried a small duffle bag with a high quality camera and a mask capable of disguising her voice. Filming during a hit was not particularly her style, but her client agreed to pay ten times more than any previous job to date.
    The target was Alexis Ferguson: she was the eighteen-year-old daughter of an FBI agent who single-handedly brought down a sex trafficking operation that her client was in charge of. As payback, Mary’s client not only wanted his precious baby girl murdered, but also forced to perform a sexually explicit act on camera first before being snuffed out. After the job was done, she was to upload the video to Alexis's social media accounts and send her client a copy of the video. Essentially, Mary was hired to make a pornographic snuff video.
    Mary arrived at the girl’s home fifteen minutes after getting out of her car. Her clients other contacts managed to obtain a key while researching the family, which was given to Mary. Using that, she unlocked the front door of the house; after stepping in, she locked the door behind herself to keep from arousing suspicion. As the reports said, nobody was home yet: Alexis and her younger brother would be at school for at least another hour, their dad at work until later that night, and their mother was at a family funeral in another state. Mary ran up the stairs and eventually found Alexis’s room where she waited in the corner behind the door.
    The hour passed, and Mary heard movement downstairs. She donned the mask and stood up before turning the camera on. The first person to come upstairs was her little brother, whose footsteps rushed past the room Mary was hiding in and into the next bedroom. A few minutes later explosions and gunshots boomed through the house after the kid turned on his game system. Another five minutes and Mary heard footsteps coming up the stairs again, and this time she could tell that they belonged to more than one person.
    The door swung open and two girls entered the room. The first one to enter was Alexis, who was a tall slender blonde with wavy hair that fell to her waist. She had on a pink blouse and black short shorts. The other girl had sleek hip-length hair that was dyed deep pink, and wore a black sundress.
    “Finally, it’s the weekend!” Alexis shouted and threw her arms around the other girl. The two girls locked their lips together and kissed deeply, which surprised and intrigued the uninvited guest who they were still blissfully unaware of.
    “Oh you two really should get a room,” a third girl said from the hallway.
    The two broke off their kiss, and the pink-haired girl said, “but we have this room,” as the girl entered the room.
    The third was a petite, yet busty, Indian girl with long chestnut brown hair wearing a black jumper over a green shirt, with blue thigh-length stockings, black leather boots, and glasses.

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    “Lord Vader.”

    The hologram of Emperor Palpatine smiled in the dark cavern, a soft cackle escaping his lips as Vader knelt before his master. His stomach sickened as he wondered why his master called – for he must have learned, or soon will learn, the truth of what happened to his child. He had a son, a child he believed to be unborn and dead inside the remains of his wife, and he was skilled and talented. The Force flew through him more than the youth could have ever known – bringing their paths together on opposite ends, in a cruel display of fate.

    He made little pretense in his search for the man. Yes, he was the individual responsible for the destruction of the Emperor’s prized Death Star, also responsible for the loss of trillions of credits and putting the Empire into immense debt, but there was little fooling a person as powerful as Emperor Palpatine. Every ripple, he waved away. Every lose thread, he unraveled until it burst to disorder. Darth Vader hated that man, more now than ever before, as his own deception became apparent.

    “There is a great disturbance in the Force.”

    “I have felt it,” huffed the Sith, the rage in his tone muffled out by the respirator.

    “We have a new enemy – Luke Skywalker.”

    “Yes, my Master,” he stared as his hands clenched, his focus on the Emperor completely still, unwavering, as he pretended to go along with the charade. There was a pause between the two men as Palpatine smiled once more, the flesh where his eyebrows had once been raising with interest. Vader knew he was at risk – him and his boy. He scowled underneath that helmet, waiting for his Master to speak.

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    This was good.
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    Swift Justice

    Part 1

    Introduction

    By the year 2003, society was fed up with crime and the way that criminals convicted of capital crimes evaded punishment with seemingly endless legal delays. Justice delayed is justice denied. This was especially true for the families and friends of the victims.

    Even when an execution took place it was performed by the painless antiseptic method of lethal injection. It could hardly be considered punishment when compared to what the crime victims frequently suffered. Murderers that should have been fried escaped their just end. The Charlie Manson gang escaped execution as did Susan Smith the child killer. The death sentence of the torture murderess Judith Healy was commuted. Even when Aileen Wornose the female serial killer was executed, it was by lethal injection and not by electrocution which she so richly deserved. Enough was enough.

    By a two-thirds majority national vote, a new criminal justice code was put in place that eliminated most of the unfairness to the victim's family and ensured swift punishment of the perpetrator upon conviction of first degree murder or treason. A different type of jury system was also put in place that allowed for a quick but fair trial.

    The new system was rooted in the belief that for capital punishment to be a deterrent, it must be certain, exquisitely painful and humiliating. Capital punishment should be punishment. The convicted criminals should contemplate their misdeeds while writhing in agony in a public forum.

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    Equal Justice

    (Part 1)



    Introduction



    In the year 2003, the Electric Chair had returned, favored by the majority of Americans, as the primary means to carry out the Death Penalty. The application of the new swift criminal justice system code with the immediate public execution by electrocution in that heavy oak chair of shame had a powerful deterrent effect on society. After 200 executions in the first year alone (150 men and 50 women) the capital crime rate dropped off dramatically. Assaults, robbery, break-ins and crimes of all sorts especially gun violence by youths fell by nearly an unbelievable 70%. Edited video taped versions of actual executions were shown to senior high school groups to scare the kids straight. The impact on the audience was electric. The young boys and girls would squirm in their seats watching a young man or woman getting strapped into the chair but they would not be shown the actual electrocution unless they were 18 years of age or older. The school principal would just describe the censored parts to the audience.



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    (Part 2)



    By Doc Rob



    Clyde is Prepared for Electrocution



    The guard escort stopped at the end of the corridor and they turned to enter the prep room before the large green door. The sexy nurse in the short skirt followed the precession into the room. She was going to play a key role in getting Clyde ready for the electric chair. She was the traveling executioner's helper whose job was to get the condemned ready for execution. Her shapely legs were bare and suntanned and her tight short mini dress accentuated her large firm breasts. Her long wavy hair framed a pretty face and along with her knockout body, would arouse any man and even many women. But that was her purpose in the execution preparation room. For the time being, she walked to the side of the room and just watched the proceedings.

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    (Part 3)



    By Doc Rob





    Bonnie is Prepared for Electrocution



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    (Part 4)



    By Doc Rob





    Bonnie's Erotic Execution in the Electric Chair



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    Has anyone seen "Secret Justice"?Or can someone re-wirite "Secret Justice"?

    Well, welcome to post other erotic electrocution stories!!
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    Well, I seem to be completely stuck on my next story, so I thought I would leave this one here. I wrote it in a couple of hours after seeing a picture of in motherless (50DBFBC). Let me know what you think!


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



    When I got out into the balcony I found her, leaning against the glass railing as she watched the city. She didn't seem to notice me at first, so I simply watched her as I sipped my beer, feeling a little annoyed that another one had managed to find her way into my room.

    From behind I could see she was wearing some very short shorts and a black strapless shirt that was almost transparent. I felt my mouth watering as I imagined sucking her breasts.

    When I couldn't wait any longer, I walked slowly towards her, trying to get as close as I could to her before she noticed me. Luckily for me, she seemed distracted and I was a few feet behind her before she finally turned around.


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    Very nice story. The snuff itself was a bit of a let down, but the story is solid. I need to learn more words to write better stories myself.
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    Hey! It's nice to see this one close to the top again. Thanks for the comments too!
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    Any place to see your writing now that they're off asstr?
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    I missed this on first pass. Glad it got bumped!
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    Sorry, it was the only place. They should be back next month, they are having server problems and new sites, like mine, disappeared!
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    I tried my hand at cooking guro, mild I believe. Feedback would be good.

    Lizard roast.

    Ever eaten a lizard? A lizardgirl?

    Their meat is juicy and tangy, like spicy snake. Especially tied to a spit and roasted alive.

    It's what we ate at the Lizardgirl village with our trade caravan, buying slave animal girls to sell to butchers of monster cities.

    When me and Emiko visited the village to trade, we were invited to a feast. Passing a small trophy hut full of preserved pretty feet and heads, we were invited to dine with the village shaman, a lizard girl who was going to prepare the best feasts.

    It came to be that she'd serve her best daughter, roasted over a fire, which we also offered to supplement with one of our own:

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    Love this story so much BZT! <3 you rock ^_^
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    (This thread is long overdue.)

    Like the Ultra-short story thread, but all stories should be more than 100 words, but no more than 300 words.


    Rosa and Miyu were going to die, but that didn't bother them; the fact that they were to die naked in front of the entire school. Their crime was having lesbian sex on school grounds. They were blissfully unaware that cameras were installed in the bathrooms when they had their fun.

    The guards made them get on their hands and knees with their legs spread, facing away from the audience so that everyone could have a good look at their holes.

    Two male classmates with high marks were given the honor of carrying out the executions. Robert and Drew were the chosen executionors, and both practically leaped from their seats to the stage when their names were called. Both boys were handed shotguns and approached Miyu and Rosa.

    Drew, being Rosa's ex boyfriend, decided to be the one to end her.


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    "Any last words, infidel whores?" the village monarch asked. The line of naked elven girls erupted into terrified pleading, but the one at the first noose remained silent. Though the crowd cheered, the monarch saw this unfitting. He brought his riding crop down on the black-haired girl's bare ass, drawing a grunt of pain. "What say you, slut?" he demanded.

    The girl looked at him, a tear running down her cheek. "Please," she implored, "don't do this. I beg of you." The monarch grinned nastily and spat on her. "Soldier!" He called the young man by the lever. "Send these witches to Hell!"

    The despaired screams of the girls became choked and strangled as the nooses closed around their necks. The crowd roared as they watched the accused foreign sorceresses thrash and kick for their lives. Still, the girl at the front remained composed, though her tied hands shook. Then, she disappeared.

    The crowd went quiet. Even a few girls ceased their struggling, eyes bulging at the wisp of smoke that had been their elven sister. A shriek of pain broke the silence. The village monarch stared at the massive, cracking claw of mana run through his chest, the black-haired girl behind him, her face dark with both resignation and anger. She tossed his gored body into the crowd, then threw a dagger of light through the air, cleanly cutting the ropes of her periled sisters, who fell crying and gasping for air.

    The villagers screamed and ran, but none escaped the sorceress and her sisters. Casting aside their crippling compassion, they razed the crowd, slashing their heads off, engulfing them in flame, making their hearts burst inside their chests. They left the town a burning husk, littered with bodies so brutalized they could hardly be called human.
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    Hannah, like so many other girls, entered Mr. Dorris and stripped to her birthday suit. The busty ebony closed her eyes and bent over the teacher's desk, expecting to feel a cock in one of her holes. Then she felt a bullet going up her ass; she collapsed to the floor in agony, with blood seeping out of her asshole. Before she could scream or yell for help, Dorris pressed the gun against the back of her skull and ended her misery.

    He grabbed his camera and started taking pictures when suddenly the door opens and latina girl walked in, clutching a bunch of books in her arms.

    The girl was already making her way to the nearest desk before realizing she got the wrong room. "Sorry... I..." She started to say before she noticed the black girl's naked corpse.

    She started to screen, but before the sound could escape her mouth Mr. Dorris shot her three times in the throat. She collapsed to the floor clutching at her bleeding neck and in agony; attempts to scream turned into gurgling sounds as she regurgitated blood.

    "Guess Hannah forgot to lock the damned door, the stupid whore." He groaned as he walked over to shut and lock the door.

    Mr. Dorris turned his attention to the girl. A combination of whimpering and gurgling sound, along with blood, came out of her mouth when the teacher started ripping off her uniform.

    "It's going to be alright. I will stop your suffering once you're in your birthday suit."

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    Very good stories, I seem to share most of your kinks.
    Here's something that was floating around in my head:


    'Care free. Affordable. Fun.' a sign over a door read.
    Max closed the door behind him and was now staring at a screen: 'Insert $100 into the slot to your right in order to select your Target Bunny. Each additional Bunny costs $25.'

    Max complied, pressed a few buttons and the door to his left opened to a shooting range.

    3 very attractive and skimpily clad women were behind a counter, behind them a wall riddled with bullets.

    "You there, redhead in pink lingerie, come over and suck me. The other two, make out."


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    The fearful girl's arms stretched out, tied to columns, and her long blond braids stretched out, nailed to the wall. Her simple dress bared her shoulders, as well as generous cleavage. She closed her eyes as a drunken raider threw a small axe at her, lodging it in the wall and severing a braid, and let out a scream. They cheered.

    An even more drunk raider pushed him aside and threw another axe, which hit the wall with its blunt side and landed at the girl's feet. While being laughed at, he stumbled forward and picked it up. He slowly stood up with his face kept close to the girl, then sniffed at her shoulder. She pulled herself as far away from him as she could, which wasn't much.

    "LATER! We said later!"

    As another raider took aim from far across the hall, he quickly moved aside. He threw the axe, but missed completely, sending it through the door just as the chieftain entered, bouncing it off his armor. He furiously drew his sword and came towards the man, who fell to the ground in submission.

    "You are now my slave! Unless you want to fight for it?!"

    "No master, I am your slave."

    He looked around.

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    12 year old Stacy was very excited to see the meat factory on her school field trip. After all, that's where her sister Zoe was taken. And on her sweet 16th birthday as well.

    While the other girls in her class were sick at what they saw, Stacy just grinned. She watched as Zoe had her arms tied behind her back. hung upside down with hooks in her feet.

    She giggled as Zoe screamed behind the gag that had been stuffed in her mouth. She laughed as the knife was plunged into her sister, gutting her, the blood pouring out, and the organs ripped out quite easily. Stacy hummed happy birthday as she watched her sister's eyes roll to the back of her head as she bled to death.

    "Normally, we wouldn't do something like this." the tour guide said. "We usually give the ladies a more gentle death. However, this one sent in an application telling us how she wanted to be processed on her birthday, and in the most painful way possible."

    Or, at least, that's what Stacy wrote out FOR her sister on that application.
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    I decided to repost all of my short stories in one big omnibus thread, wherein I shall also post any short stories I write in the future, assuming the thread doesn't go falling off the end of the list as has happened before xP
    Do comment on anything you liked, or if you want to make use of one of my ideas for settings, items, etc. I love feedback!
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    Don't Try This at Home


    (decapitation, consensual, m/f, medical)



    My wife and I had always been guro fetishists. Even near the beginning of our relationship we found that both of us had taken up frequenting gore- and freakshow-related image boards. Such a connection was, as far as we could tell, rare and special, and in the end it was no surprise that we ended up staying together.

    Obviously the sex was the best we could make it without maiming one another. We had tried the old bondage motif, even going so far as long-term bondage (a favorite game of ours was tying up her arms, putting a shirt over them, and pretending she didn't have them, sometimes for a whole weekend or longer) and encasement. Some of the best sex we ever had was the night before I encased her body in plaster (We had wanted to use concrete, but after finding out to our dismay that the curing temperature would kill her, we had to find an alternative). Just the anticipation had been enough to make her wetter than an octopus, and the whole time we went through the preparation process we couldn't stop making love, even as she gradually ran out of holes from the tubes I'd inserted into her orifices.

    But, intense and kinky as it was, none of it was really "guro". The greatest shared fantasy of ours that we hadn't been able to experience was headlessness. As for me, while I was mildly intrigued by how it might feel to be headless, what had always turned me on more was seeing a beautiful woman having her body separated from her head. And on her end, my wife had always been turned on imagining herself as one of the women in the pictures.

    Yet she didn't want to die, and I had no intention of killing her - no matter how awesome the snuffing was, it would mark the end of our relationship, and I'd never see her again. That thought was too unbearable to ever be worth it. So at first we just wrote it off as something we might try when we're old, or perhaps terminally ill, and ready to die anyway. But still we yearned... and one day, we confronted one another and resolved to find a way to live out this fantasy.

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    Graduation


    (school, surprise gore, eyes, cons.)



    Her classmates filled the small room, packed tight against one another but leaving some space around her. All their faces glowed with anticipation; the whole graduation day had been filled with a spirit of camaraderie, the students all excited for each other. Even if they had never known one another over the last few years, every soul was happily congratulating his or her peers, cheering for them and egging them on as they stepped up to the mirror to complete their final test.
    As she stood before the mirror, she looked down at the objects in her hands: a knife in one, the handle warmed by the hands of all the students who had used it before her; and in the other hand a small glass jar filled with an antiseptic solution. Below the mirror was a sort of lectern with a socket in the center just large enough to hold the jar - rather like a cupholder. The mirror itself loomed before her in that intimidating way in which only a mirror can, her reflection staring back with all her anxiety on full display. Behind her she could see the expectant faces of all her classmates; unbelievable as it may have been, every one of them had passed the test and was waiting on her to follow them.
    She placed the jar into the socket and raised the knife to her face, taking a deep breath. For the last three years she had been preparing for this moment; she remembered all the classes, the new language she'd had to learn, the training she had undergone to use the new tools she was soon to start using. She was completely ready, and yet, now that the moment was here, it seemed so intimidating. She glanced at the knife; this close to her eye, its every detail was sharply visible. The blade had of course been cleaned after every use, but a single ominous drop of blood remained on the handle. The knife itself curved gracefully both parallel to and perpendicular to its edge, its form following its very specific function. The edge was immaculate, not a single tiny kink, notch, or dull spot having been allowed to exist on it.
    With the glowing faces of all her peers clustered around her into a solid wall of anticipation, she inched the knife blade closer to her face. Her heart was racing and time seemed to crawl like the slowest of snails, but eventually she felt the cold metal prick her skin. Now was the moment of truth - she had to execute her task perfectly. She pressed the point deeper into her flesh, the smooth, sharp edge slicing eas

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    And now a new one!

    Bullet


    (brains, snuff)



    Blinding light filled the tiny cell in which my siblings and I had been held captive. Finally! Until now darkness had been all we knew. I hoped with all my might that I might be the first one chosen, and before I even had time to start feeling nervous, so it was! I found myself being lifted free into the fresh air and sunlight.

    For but an instant I was able to glimpse my brothers and sisters gazing up at me wistfully from inside the cell. I wished them the best of luck and hoped that, though I had been chosen first, they might all be released soon afterward. I didn’t have much time for goodbyes, though, as just as unceremoniously as it had opened, the cell was slammed shut again and my poor family was once again left in darkness. As for me, in a moment’s time I found myself pushed into a new and different cell by myself.

    This new cell was much, much smaller - more like a coffin, to be honest. I could handle the claustrophobia; after all, my family and I had spent so much time huddled against one another in our prior imprisonment, with barely room to think, that we’d all managed to grow accustomed to it. What really scared me was the loneliness and uncertainty. What was happening? Would I be trapped in here for who knows how long, this time by myself, or might this merely be a temporary holding area for me before my true release as I hoped?

    Once again I hardly had time to dwell on my present circumstances before being violently jerked into some new situation. A few seconds went by in tense silence, and then all of a sudden I felt a violent poke in my rear. Some kind of metal spike was jamming itself into me - I was being raped by a machine! Was this my fate? Was I to be abused and destroyed by this mechanical penis, never to see the outside world or meet my destined one as I had always dreamed?


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    That bullet, through an unknown mean, made say "It's cute"...
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    That's a very creative... and trippy story.
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    My actress and I usually work on dubbing body Inflation and weight gain literature, but we wanna branch out a bit. Anyone want to have their stories read?

    You can check out her work on our YouTube channel, sexyblimp. Since her work is fairly professional, I think charging a $.90 fee to download an audio recording of a guro story would be an okay price. So, any ideas? What stores would you want her to read?
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    Woops, my web browser bugged out. Sorry.
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    So how much would I pay exactly if I asked for an audio reading of a story? How would I pay it? Finally how long do you think it would take to complete the audio session for an 8000 word story?
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    A story that long would cost uh... not sure... I'd have to ask the actress what she is comfortable with. 8000 is just pretty lengthy. You can pay us via Patreon though I don't think you should pay us just yet until I get an answer.
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    Also, she might split up the story into parts. So the first part would be finished within about a week, and the second part would be finished by next week.
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    This might sound like a bit of a stretch but what about $45?
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    So I do rp with an old friend. Since the Nobles and Clones story, we have made some use of that concept, if not that world because there are inconsistencies. Basically Clones populate the ’harems’ but other girls outside that structure are fair game to be brought home for any use desired. These stories won’t always or strictly follow one world or set of rules, but intros or in-story exposition will substitute for what we establish before we start playing. Nixon is generally the harem master. These are just cleaned up copied straight from our play. I will get back to Nobles and Clones soon enough, but I thought I would share, as we often bang out an entire story in one sitting, and if we didn’t think they were fun enough to maybe be worth sharing, we wouldn’t bother. Hope somebody enjoys!  we'll post some more of these when we get the chance to play through them

    Ps-these are not heavily edited, I just take our rp and quickly make it a narrative, there will be spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors, it’s just quick story for the sake of quick, cute story <3

    Porkchop, Lin, and Codi

    One of the forgettable cuties in our harem brings over a play date, Lin is Chinese and maybe 11, right at the cusp of puberty, old enough to have a training bra and be anticipating it, but not quite there, and completely adorable, and we quickly decide there's no way we can pass-up such a gift. We invite her in, her harem friend gives her a drink, spiked with booze, and she gulps it down, the drink sweet enough that she doesn't notice the alcohol, and light drug cocktail. Within 15-20 minutes, the petite Asian cutie is singing and sunken into the couch
    The harem master has another youngster brought over, a girl affectionately known as ‘Porkchop’. She is 13 and chubby bordering on lightly obese, with bright red hair and an extremely huggable belly and pinchable cheeks, even if she doesn’t love her features as much as the harem master. She’s kind, but very quiet. She looks at Lin, not sure what to do.
    Lin is on her 4th full drink, which despite the taste might as well be big glasses of vodka, the kid is well on her way to SMASHED.
    She notices the chubby ginger looking at hering at her, stumbles over and hugs Porkchop, rubbing her cheek on the chubby cheek...'mmm, you're soft, and warm....' she looks at Porkchop with her cheeks pink from booze and embarrassment, slurring her words a bit 'can..I kiss you?'
    Porkchop is shocked, she has confidence issues from her weight, this is a first. she can just nod quietly. moments later, the two loli are on the couches, soft lips locked, a few moments after that, they are fumbling at shirts
    Porkchop, the more experienced of the two, not from having done things, but from having watched girls she considers prettier, lifts Lin's shirts and begins toying with the tiny girl's not even budding yet nipples. Lin let's out a loud moan, having never been touched like this before. She feels a strange tingle in her panties and finds her hand instinctively wandering into them, rubbing her most private place as the fat, barely older girl kisses and plays with her. Her free hand returns the favor, rubbing Porkchop's round belly before slinking up to her well-padded chest, amazed to experience what a larger breast feels like
    Lin kisses Porkchop, this is her first kiss, and she is just giddy. her heart is racing a mile a minute, she doesn't know about the tiny amount of cocaine also in her drink for energy, or the other drugs for ‘other’ results. she breaks off the kiss, moving to her playmate's undeveloped but fat enhanced titties. kissing them, licking, nibbling at her nips, Porkchop is delighted, she doesn't know enough to realize that Lin shouldn't be breathing so hard, or turning so red...but Harem Master Nixon does, and recognizes the reasons, sending another loli to bring a message to some older girls

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    Done with another new friend. I am editing a few more.


    Master, whom Ellen calls Sir, comes home from his office job, looking like he has had a long day as he sits on the couch. Ellen, 5 feet tall on a good day, round cheeks, brown hair, a slender, almost boyish figure, and a happy smile, hurries around, grabbing Master a beer, then coming over to the couch, sitting next to him, giving him the drink, and holding his free hand 'welcome home Sir. You look tired, shall I give you a massage?' she asks, with a loving look
    Master gives her a half smile "It's going fine, except for one detail. It appears some rumors have sprung up. In fact," he stops as he got up and strokes her cheek "I think you might be involved with it."
    Ellen had tilted her head up, with a goofy smile as Master strokes her hair, but at that comment, the smile goes away, and her eyes fill with worry, not for herself, but at the terrible though of letting Master down 'What rumors Sir? have....have I done something wrong? You know that all I want is to make you happy.' even with her worry, she subconsciously moves her cheek to rub his hand, treasuring the contact
    But Master sighs "It was you wasn't it? Selling the secrets of the company I'm working for, slowly adding the payments to my account." He then started putting on gloves "Ellen, I'm grateful for what you did, but it was the wrong choice."
    It dawns on Ellen, those plans would help right now, but they could hurt his company, or even get Master fired! Her eyes well up with tears 'I am SO very sorry Sir, it was stupid of me, I didn't think of what it could cause. I was just sorting your files like I always do, and I remembered how you said they didn't pay you enough. I...I thought I was helping' she lowers her head 'please Sir, I know I've been bad, punish me hoewever you feel I deserve, I earned it, but....please say you forgive me? Even if I must die'
    'Master' sighs as he kissed Ellen's cheek "I forgive you, but I'm afraid you know too much and have to pay the price. I've made some calls and we're going to make this look like they were taken in a robbery/murder. Are you ready?"
    He asked as he took out a pistol and attached a silencer to it
    Ellen beams, wiping away her tears, his forgiveness was the only thing she had worried about, anything that happened to her was fine 'Oh, thank you, thank you Sir! Yes, I am ready! What do I need to do to make it convincing? Shall I leave my clothes on, or take them off? Do I need to have bruises, or just the gunshot? You know I would do anything for you!' she's not happy that death will take her away from him, but Ellen knows Master will find another girl to keep him happy
    Master pointed to a wall "Go stand there and take off your clothes but leave the panties on."
    Ellen walks over, standing by the wall. anyone investigating won't be able to tell what she did before undressing, so she goes slowly, providing a striptease. She's not very good at it, more enthusiasm than erotic talent, but she certainly gets an A for effort. She sways and rocks as she slips her shorts down, revealing her simple but pretty blue panties. Ellen lifts her shirt off, revealing her cute little belly, flat but not toned, she really lacks much muscle anywhere, but it's a cute belly. Her breasts are small and firm, topped with pointy, dark little nipples, small enough that she has no reason to wear or even own a bra, and sensitive enough to make them enticing targets for pain play. She runs her hands over her now nearly nude body, then stands against the wall, hoping that she has brought Master some pleasure or entertainment with her final performance

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    does anyone care about these? I don't really care either way, it's for the people playing, but if even one person sees something they like, that would be cool :)
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    I own nothing, all credit to Seth M. Written once again by myself and Nixon :) <3

    Chopping the Truant (Cleveland Show)

    Roberta cracked the door of the Brown home, trying to be as quiet as possible before peeking inside. The gorgeous ebony teen was topless, not even wearing a bra, and to her horror, she finds her mother and bumbling step-father waiting for her in the doorway. "Oh...h-hey, mama, hey Cleveland. The craziest thing just happened, see, I was out at the um...library...studying...!! My top got caught in the book drop box and, uh...I couldn't get it back!!"
    Her mother, Donna, gives her daughter a thousand-yard stare, Cleveland quickly slipped out of the room to avoid the fallout that's about to ensue. Donna started shouting "Roberta, I don't even wanna' hear it. Ariana next door just called and said she saw a cop dropping your sorry butt off at the end of the block!!"
    Roberta groans, throwing her hands up in protest, her perky young breasts jiggling as she does so, "Okay, FINE, mama, I was at a party at Federline's place!! What's the big deal?! I'm only a few minutes past curfew!!"
    Donna quickly snaps back, "Try a few HOURS, girl!! I am so sick and tired of your crap, Roberta!! I ain't putting up with it anymore, and I freakin' mean it!!"
    Roberta rolls her eyes. “Yeah mama, whatever, what are you going to do, ground me? I'm not a kid anymore in case you haven't noticed" Donna's volume decreases, she's now speaking in a calm, even tone "no Roberta, I have noticed, believe me. you're not a child, you're a grown-ass adult who has never held a job, sleeps most of the day, stays out all night, drinks, gets arrested, and makes our family look bad doing it. I'm not going to ground you Roberta, I'm going to kill you. Kill you and serve you up at a block party, get our good name back. Roberta’s eyes get huge.
    Donna continues Before you decide to resist, remember that you still have your 'dependant of the family' chip that came with us getting you a phone. give me any trouble and I will shock you, then it will be worse'
    Roberta looks shocked "you wouldn't!" seeing no joke, she looks offended, "Uggh! you are the WORST! and right after I fucked that cop to keep this off my record! I was so close, I was gonna be on 'Dolcett's Next Top Spitmuffin! Whatever! Stupid lame parents, bet you don't even KNOW how to snuff a girl right, it's always 'so messy and noisy' when we ask about getting a meatgirl. Lame!"
    Donna roughly grabs her bratty daughter by the hair again and shoves her to the floor to prove she isn't messing around this time. In an instant, she begins pulling off her daughter's jeans and then starts sliding her skimpy thong down her toned thighs, "M-mama what the hell?! Don't undress me!!". Donna firmly slaps her daughter's cheek, "Girl, I told you I was serious!! Meatgirls don't wear no clothes!! Besides, we can't donate them to the church if they got your blood all over them!!"
    Roberta rolls away, standing up, face flushed and annoyed 'NOT what I meant, like I said, NO clue how this meatgirl thing works. Meatgirls undress THEMSELVES, GOD! Fucking parents, I swear!' As Roberta is saying this, she is pulling her own pants down and stepping out of her panties. at that moment, Ariana, her friend from earlier (not related to the bear in any way), who had noticed and been worried shows up at the door "hey Roberta, are you oka...oh" Roberta sighs "hey Ariana, come on in. this actually works out, I'm apparently meat now, but my geezer parents are new to this, can you PLEASE walk them through this? I really can't tolerate having to coordinate my own damn slaughter!"

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    Well, I for one enjoyed it. looking forward to anymore from you.
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    I wrote this for this motherless threadhttp://motherless.com/V011D374

    I would wait until she was home alone one night and then sneak in after she went to bed. I would sneak into her room, then rip the sheets off of her and taze her.

    Repeatedly.

    Once she fell unconscious, I would tie her up spread-eagled in her own fucking bed, and I would then proceed to fuck each of her holes bloody. After an hour or two of this, I would break both of her legs, and both of her arms.

    I would prop her legs up on the side of the bed, and then jump on them, shattering them. Then, I would bend her elbows back the wrong way until they snapped.

    At this point I will go and turn on the oven.

    Now, I get an empty hypodermic needle, and after pinning her head down, I would insert it into her right eyeball. I then proceed to remove the vitreous fluid from that eyeball. Now, with her right, deflated, eyeball hanging loose from its socket, I would bring her head up to my rock hard cock. I would line up my cockhead with her left eye, and fuck it. After about three thrusts it would burst, but I wouldn't stop fucking your screaming daughter's eye socket. I would ejaculate in the mangled remains of "your little bundle of joy's" blue eye, my cum mixing with the vitreous fluid, which I would scoop out and feed to your now gibbering daughter.

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    I LOVE the cold brutality! My main critique would be no emotional attachment to the victim.
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    What attachment? It's just a piece of meat, that's like saying you have no emotional attachment to your steak, or to your leather boots
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    Seriously, anyone want a similar story done, leave a link to a pic on motherless or something, and if there's a few girls specify if you want one in particular, and if you want it at that location or just in general. A few rules;
    1: nothing directly involving dudes. I don't have an issue with that kind of thing in general, but I personally find it extremely Not Hot, and so wouldn't be able to write anything good
    2: no granny's, see above
    3: no obvious children. This is rather nebulous I know, but basically don't ask me to write about a toddler or an 8 year old or something
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    another "I'd do this" dickless fat white boy fantasy?

    Ugh.
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    Another? Is there one on here? And I only offered to write a second one after someone else asked me to, originally it was just something I wrote that I thought some of you folks might enjoy
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