I've already paid for part of a comic that will be at least 4 pages by a talented 2D artist, but I just can't come up with a script or outline that I am happy with. I have some ideas which I'll list below, but if anyone wants to write one, or even part of one, or if there are parts I want to use, it'll be made into a comic which I'll be posting back here.

What I'm having done in general terms is a story about girls who appear around 9-13 years old being hurt and killed by strong male characters via beating, blunt weapons, knives, swords, guns, and/or any combination. The lolis are possibly raped or seduced as well. I like to have many victims, not lingering on any one of them, just getting plowed under by the "heroes." Ideally, the girls start out either unaware of what's going to happen, or very overconfident in their ability to fight and/or get their way via seduction. Their unexpected and violent death has a humiliating factor. Bonus points if the male characters are either virtuous and justified in their horrific behavior, or at least sarcastically so, like raping and killing some sexy bratty lolis for littering.

I have all kinds of basic ideas for a setting that would lead to this kind of action but I can't come up with details I like. Here are some ideas you can use, or come up with something else, or combine them! If I like it, I'll use it, and you'll see it. I have 4 pages coming but I might do way more.

Here are some rough concepts I have, which you are free to use or ignore:

-One or two heavily armed male characters facing down a horde of lolis in a Smash-TV style televised tournament, or in an arena
-Sexy loli cops raiding the criminal hideout, which doesn't go well for the girls
-Infiltration of the school/training center for the evil loli schoolgirl terrorist organization which must be systematically cleaned out, for justice
-Invasion of the loli aliens, who look like regular 9-13 year old human girls except for extremely skimpy outfits, high heels, and cute little antennae so we know they are weird aliens. They're here for our purses and makeup, and must be stopped before any more damage is done!
-Sworn to protect and serve, a police man must patrol the streets and dish out harsh justice to the evil criminal girls who jaywalk, loiter, chew bubble gum, and solicit prostitution probably

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So a while ago I read this story that was called the message. It was about a young girl that was kidnapped by a mafia too send her dad a message. I have not been able too find it for a long time. If anyone has any idea where I may find this story please tell me

Part One: Lian the Chubby Asian
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Lian. asian, chubby, depressed, obsessed with knives, parents are too demanding death looks like an escape

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Hello. I'm Poguemahone.

So it's been a while since I posted here. This may lead some of you to assume that I've not been writing anything. But in truth, I have been. Like, a lot.

The bad news, for some of you at least, is that I've went super ultra mega-indulgent on my urge to write MLP stories, which is why I've not posted anything here and chosen other, perhaps more receptive sites for it. It was just what I wanted to write. It's what I still want to write, actually. Some of it has fetish's that you will probably hate. Some of it isn't even porn for christ sake. I'll get back to "normal" stuff eventually, even if I'm grossly misusing the term. But for now...you gotta write what your heart wants, right?

My stuff can be found on Furaffinity under the name Pozzo if you're curious. But given that this is a sequel to a story that I've posted here before, I thought I'd post it here while informing those curious where I've been as to what The Deal is. Sorry again for the silence. I hope you can get some form of enjoyment out of my stuff at least.

So without further ado: If you've not read the original, read this first! http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin/20649/How-Many-Apples.pdf

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CHAPTER 1: ARMLESS FUN

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I do not own the characters, series, or know anyone who does. Also, I love these three characters. At the same time, there are just great things in terms of guro and gore for them.

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On the Block: Cattleya, Menace, Elina

Her moans sounded much louder than they were as they echoed off the walls of the small cave just outside the village's borders, but no one would come to her rescue at this hour.

To her shame, they were the moans of forced pleasure from a captive, taken against her will from just outside her home by surprise to be the plaything of a sadistic creature known for her short temper and the joy she took from her inflicting pain.

Cattleya, the weapon merchant, was sweating profusely from the pleasure she was being force-fed by Melona, the protean assassin, despite the cool dampness of the cave. It was a mix of pain and sexual pleasure, all of the right buttons being pressed at once, and the warmth of the slimy, jiggling body was not helping.

Spring had just began to settle into their part of the continent, but winter had yet to completely release its grasp from the land. This was one of those chilly mornings that would need the fire to be refilled and relight. Unfortunately, it was also the best time for a certain assassin to strike and claim her target before anyone knew she had even awakened.


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Hello, I'm sure you all remember me as Karl Luck. I've been busy for the last few months and I haven't been able to write as much.

A lot has happened in that time. I unfortunately lost access to Karl Luck's Dungeon; I don't remember the password, and I had to delete the email it was connected to. So now I have a new site with a new pen name: http://www1.asstr.org/~Randall_J._Nelson/index.html

I was originally going to go with Karl Luck's Dungeon 2, but I thought it'd sound lame. I was planning to ditch that pen name for some time, and this one seems more realistic.

So far there's only one new story uploaded, but the rest are still at Karl Luck's Dungeon. The Melissa Coss series will be uploaded eventually, but for now I'm taking a break from it and I plan to improve the first two. Some other random stories will start to appear eventually. I'm going to try to get into the habit of uploading once or twice a week.

Something unconventional. The diary of a squat toilet. I'll be adding onto this as time goes on.

私はコンピュータ化された和式トイレです。私は国際的な大学でレディス洗面所に1977年に設置しました。私は、世界中から女性の排尿や排便を監視します。これは、研究者が様々な文化の消化器の健康を監視することができます。私はスクワットトイレですので、私はまた、異なる国籍の俊敏性を監視することができます。私は多くのデータ、ない写真を持っています。私は古いコンピュータです。あなたは私の物語の絵を描くだろうか？

I am a computerized Japanese-style toilet. I was installed in 1977 in the ladies' washroom at an international university. I monitor the urination and defecation of women from around the world. This allows researchers to monitor the digestive health of various cultures. Because I am a squat toilet, I also can monitor the agility of different nationalities. I have a lot of data, but no photos. I am an old computer. Could you paint a picture of my stories?

In the heart of Africa lies a huge swath of land still inhabited by primitive tribes. These tribesmen live off the land, and live as hunter gatherers. Passing down the traditions of how to stalk prey, and field dress animals. These people live much different lives then the western world, where most shop for meat in the Super market.

The Nagowee tribe is one of the fiercest of the region. For the past 100 years the tribe has been fighting for it’s very existence. On one side the western world has been encroaching on their resource rich homeland, and on the other a extremely bloody war had broken out with another indigenous tribe.

In this section of Africa the old rituals are still very much in place. It is the belief of all the tribes people that consuming your enemies, allows you to absorb their energy. A Chinese mining company bought the mineral rights for the native lands. They had sent out 10 expeditionary units, of engineers, and African fixers. All bringing, money and boxes of new technology to hope to bribe the Nagowee to allow the mining to proceed. Only one group ever made it back.

That evening the Nagowee feasted. Much laughter and dancing ensued, as the tribes people danced around in the clothing of the African fixers, and Chinese engineers. Stacks of crates containing smartphones, Apple laptops, reams of cash were stacked up. Mostly useless to this previously uncontacted tribe.

The children couldn’t stop popping by the pens where the surviving members of the expedition were being held. None of them had ever seen, a asian person before. They peeked around the corner, and giggled at the yellow skin, and small penises on the men. The biggest prize however was a white south African woman, who had organized the entire expedition.

Not ones to waste any time, the tribesmen herded the bound prisoners down to the river. Stripped off any remaining clothing and washed them all down thoroughly. Taking extra time on the genitals, and forcing digits plus cold river water up their anuses.

It is a Nagowee tradition to follow certain rituals before a feast. First the chief comes out and does his blessing, the women beat drums, and chant as the warriors all come in. Depending on the captive being man, woman, or child there are different protocols. Men are to be absolutely humiliated, women are to be defiled, and children are the biggest prize because you are eating your enemies future.

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War had been raging between rival kingdoms for years now. The dungeons were positively overflowing with prisoners, and word had just arrived from the frontlines that a rival city had fallen, and the troops were marching back with another large group of prisoners.

Generally when the city falls all the fighting age men would be slaughtered, and the troops would take the women, and rape a few for entertainment. The kings policy for decades had been to take in the remaining people, mostly farmers, and their families, and move them into the dungeons, and then dispatch them to other districts to fill jobs, and farm fields. By dispersing all the people randomly, they wouldn't have a chance to organize against the kingdom. They called him the kind King, because most others would just slaughter all the villagers. The problem was that with war on all sides, those who he sent out to farm would be slaughtered immediately, or captured by rival factions.

The problem was coming to a head since he was needing to feed these full dungeons, and his people, Resources were becoming scarce. People were surviving on rationed gruel. No one besides the bourgeois, had eaten any meat in months, and there was beginning to be discontent amongst the people. Now with another 1,000 families marching his way he needed to make some tough decisions.

He and his men took a trip to see the state of the dungeons, and ask the dungeon master if it was even possible to accommodate another 3-4,000 people.

The dungeons were built into a natural cave below the kingdom. All the people were held in a series of giant pens. Here the lived, and died like animals, fighting over scraps, and taking advantage of each other. The place smelled of waste sweat and misery. In years past when people were here for brief times it was no problem, a transition to a new, and often better life. At this point some people had been here for years.

On the top floor of the complex was the dungeon masters office. Here he had every matter of torture implement from racks, to chopping blocks. He had whole walls of neatly arranged iron implements like a black smith. Only difference being each one served a different purpose to bend someone to his will.

The dungeon master was probably the happiest man in all the kingdoms. He was actually highborn, but had been tapped by the King's father to be a investigator, and root out spies. As time went by he got a reputation for being able to get information out of people that no one else could through his brutality. Eventually he was promoted to running the entire complex. People would be sentenced to see him mostly for heinous, and treasonous crimes, no one ever came back out the door. He loved his work.

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Young Robin In The Bitch Prison
by Dante

The women's prison was hell from the day fifteen-year-old Robin arrived. She was manhandled by the jail guards when she was unloaded from the Court’s security van. These pricks liked to get their grubby hands onto a fifteen-year-old young offender, especially one who had been carried over to adult court. The jail guards were no better than the two sheriff's guards who had ridden out in the back of the van with its darkened and steel mesh-covered windows.

Once she was convicted, the pricks felt it was open season for free feels, and that was exactly what the took. The guard pricks had got their hands under her blouse, and had unhitched her bra, freeing her large breasts. Then they had got her tight jeans down to her knees, and had fingered fucked her vagina and anus at will, thrusting and probing with their fat fingers in her most private spots. It was as if she were nothing but a common a criminal or something.

She had taken as much shit as she thought she needed, when they at last arrived at the federal prison. It was a bad place, by reputation and to look at. It would prove to be even worse to live in. This was the place reserved for the worst criminal female offenders, and most of the inmates were hardened lifers.

Robin shuddered as she was taken in through the imposing stone gates, past the six foot thick walls, and through the cold and uninviting reception area. All they took was the packet of official papers the guard passed along, and then she was whisked through a long dark hallway and into the wing of the penitentiary reserved for lifers. She was taken into a large unpainted cement room where she was summarily stripped naked in front of a leering group of male guards. These horny guards loved the new law that sent kid lifers to the adult section.

Robin was forced to evacuate her colon and bladder into a soup bowl provided for the purpose, and then she was given a painful deep enema, to flush out anything she may have planted deep inside herself. She was then given a thorough and humiliating deep body search during which the male guards thrust first their fingers, and then their whole hands deep into her pussy, so that she was actually violently fist fucked. Because a fist would not fit into her tiny anus, she had the thick handle of a broom driven painfully deep into her flushed out colon.

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Terrible atory with grammar errora and adhd gore galore

Ecause fornmy friends with high standards.

There was a haet girl. She shexhy. This one ebil mann, very bad man, had chained her and he gutted her like a fishm. With anchainsaw.

Because of the furries. They hroke down all cities and became martial law. Civil war was all over the world and babies were nailednto bar doors



!!!!!!!!!
That actually happened in world war 2...
!!!!!!!!!!

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She was cute. But scarred. So am I. I'm not a slayer though, I've just been... through a lot. Not as much as a vanguard berzerker or Top Class Assassin, though. She was the latter, and hunted many of my fellows. Just my luck, here I was.

"Have you ever known love?" My question was met with tired contempt.

"I'm saving myself for marriage." Typical of her sort. She was disciplined. I knew her training involved staying in frigid, fetid swamp water, getting frostbite and bug bites for hours. And everything she fought, that they fought for... was to fight against my personal freedom.

"And you think I should too? That I'm evil for being with the girl you murdered? You sick bitch." I saw her eyes go wide.

"Please, I thought she was someone else..." Oh, don't they always.

"You knew she probably wasn't. Just saw a fine girl, dark hair, rebel outfit, wore a symbol you disagreed with. You think 'eh, fuck it. Probably should kill her.'"

"I'm sorry. Just kill me and be done with it, please. If you let me go, I'll make it worth your while. I'll retire, and you can have anything." Killing her was her first suggestion. This meant that she knew where she was and who she was dealing with. At leas the likelihood was enough to scare her into preferring death.

Heya, it's M here, the author of Final Fantasy Arena story on this site. As I was trying to get back to writing it, an idea for a shorter stroy came along, and I decided to write this instead.

This story features girls from Persona 4. Part 1 has Chie and Yukiko, Part 2 will have Rise and Naoto. If you enjoyed the story or have any comment on it, please do post it here.

A Night at the Amagi Inn

Part 1

Chie Satonaka rung the doorbell in front of the Amagi Inn, then looked at the two friends that were with her. "You girls ready?" She asked them.

Rise Kujikawa smiled at her. "You bet I am!", and Naoto Shirogane nodded calmly.

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Spin the Bottle
by Regis

Francine was totally pissed off when she saw her boss showing the mail clerk Lacie how to use the computer in the next cubicle. She had applied for the new job, wanting to learn computer instead of pushing a pencil all day, checking incoming orders before passing them on to the computer people to enter the data. As well as prestige, the computer job paid better, and had a better future.

Francine had worked here longer than Lacie, and had even had sex with the boss several times to make up for some stupid errors. Francine wasn’t stupid, but the job was sometimes complicated, and the boss was willing to forget about her mistakes if she fucked him. It was no big deal, really, because she had got through school every term since grade 4 by letting her male teachers screw her.

This new kid Lacie, just out of school, had taken a computer course in grade 10, which hardly qualified her for a job this important. That hot little bitch had only been in the mailroom for three months, and had probably let the boss screw her in the private interview, just to get the good job. Francine wasn’t just guessing; she had seen twenty different girls going into the stock room, where there was a cot in the back where he got into whoever he wanted to.

That was just how things worked in this big regional distribution office. The six managers had all the tail they could manage, whenever they wanted it. They never used protection, and fired any girl who started to grow a belly on her. That meant a high rate of turnover, with lots of fresh young pussy hired every month.

Francine waited for Lacie by the time clock after work, and told her they were invited to a great party the next night at the Long Bottle Bar. Lacie, wanting to celebrate her new job, was in. “Its free drinks for any girls willing to play Spin the Bottle!” Francine told the 18-year-old rookie. With their low wages, free drinks made anything worthwhile. They met the next night at the nearest bus stop to the bar and walked the last 3 blocks, giving Francine enough time to earn the trust of her unexpected rival.


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Creating DAMASCUS STEEL
by Regis


Rachel was still wondering just what this assignment was about.

She had found out too late that what the company referred to as "assignments in situations that involve serious risk to life and limb," in its recruiting materials were more accurately described as "situations in which the survival of the contracted employee is considered unnecessary or undesirable" when they were looking for customers.

Within twenty-four hours of signing her contract, she'd found herself being prepped for surgery as a "volunteer" donor for a heart-lung transplant. The surgical team had been scrubbing up when the intended recipient had a stroke, giving the family an excuse to cancel the operation (and thus preserve their inheritance). After her lucky escape, the company had kept her busy with errands and "personal service" assignments in their facility while trying to find a more permanent use for her. After about a month, they had come up with this one.

For the past week, she'd been living and working in this blacksmith's forge. Doing odd jobs like pumping the bellows and sweeping up at the end of the day, but mainly kneeling passively while the smith (she'd never heard his name used) lectured his apprentices, Henry and Jeff, about Damascus steel and the fine art of sword making. Rachel vaguely remembered the term from high school history, but couldn't figure out why it worried her.

The apprentices had taken advantage of Rachel's presence in the shop, discreetly harassing her during the day and taking turns sleeping with her at night. The smith, however, seemed indifferent to her, aside from giving curt orders when he had work for her to do. The apprentices were mainly interested in her as a decorative woman who didn't have the right to say "No." If they knew why she was there, they weren't willing to talk about it. Somehow though, she doubted that the smith had paid the company's enormous fee just to have a nude woman to do the menial work around the shop and be a plaything for his students.

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