The battle for my city didn't last long. For the first few days, it seemed likely we were stuck in a siege that would outlast our attackers.

We had an abundance of small arms and vehicles, not to mention rockets which we thought they lacked entirely, but we underestimated their numerous snipers, molotovs, and miniguns. Pipe bombs were especially shocking, as our county guard had grown accustomed to facing ineffective duds that would fizzle out.

On just the 1st day of the 2nd week, they catapulted dozens of explosive to high ground. They had triple the troops our officials estimated and were far faster than anticipated. I got calls and texts to stay in the center of town but instead approached the danger, observing from quiet rooftops. For each rocket that took an arm from the enemy, their innumerable bullets shredded several soldiers.

Women ran through the streets. A mousey but heavy-chested brown-haired girl, barely old enough to smoke, was chased down by a pair of motorcycle thugs who stripped her and chained her to both bikes, one by each wrist, and made her run faster than I knew she could. I'll admit, seeing her firm body struggling to keep pace and getting her feet shredding on the forsaken gravel gave me a boner. Her breasts bounced wildly, almost falling behind her sides. I'm sure they were bruised simply by the force of their bouncing. They disappearance around a corner and reappeared around another, again and again in circles. They slowed down as she tired out until she could not run any longer. When her legs gave up, she was dragged full speed, screaming and crying in agony as her butt, belly, and breasts were all torn from her by the rough ground. they slowed down once more and a third biker slammed a broken rifle into her ass.

Men, women, and children were massacred by shotgun and fire.

Another young girl, who was smaller and had smaller boobs and shorter black hair that was tied back, was laid face down on a picnic table. Her elbows were bent under the sides and her hands were nailed up to the underside of the table. She kicked her legs wildly as a hideously masked man held her but firmly in place and 2 more held her arms.

The whole while, her whole family and some friends were held at gunpoint, watching several strangers- monsters- do this to her. The guy who nailed her palms stood and I saw his face was painted green, white, and black in a camouflage style. He waled around to hammer nails into her feet.

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I'm a full-figured 58-year-old M-F trans furry who prefers "Shklee" and "shkler" as my pronouns. Today I woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 7:30 (I slept in, usually I'm an early riser) and made sure to check my privelidge before going outside to have a vape. On the way to my car this pompuos asshole wite supremacist (he's not actually white, he's Mexican - well technically he's from Korea but same diff)_ literally rapes me by saying "hi" like I have time for his bullshit, and that's when I decided, I should right an auto biograhy for my followers on gurochan and then kill myself bc I'm to good for this world.
I was born with autism (never got diagnosed but I can tell because I like science and like to keep everything real neat n organized) and even though I was the popular kid in school and had all the best people as my friends, somehow I always knew I was special inside, like Harry Potter. I couldn't do magic but I was a total badass like Katniss Everdeen except actually sexy.
When I got to college I decided I didn't need to follow society's dumb as fuck gender norms any more and started dressing as my true self. I have a bit of a muffin top but nobody really notices because they're always staring at my epic boobs anyway, so I wear midriff shirts alot. You can also see my pubes sticking out bc I don't believe in shaving since it demeans women.
uFnortunitly some rasist fuckweed was ubllying me one day saying I was fat even though I'm not and I'm on a diet even though I shouldn'thave to since fat is beautiful and I got back at him by flashing my boobs and then kicking his balls so he'd get conditioned like the dog he is and maybe learn to respect people's choices and one of the police was there and I got arrested for indecent exposure and assalt? Like it was my fault? Why people have to be such fags.
But anyway that's basically my life story so to take out my anger I've been writing guro ever since and imagining it happneing to real people like that who are inconsiderate aholes.
So now that's done I'mma go kill myself but I'm not saynig how because your all sick fux and don't deserve to know and I hope you all rot in H word with the niggas and the jews and the mexicans and the rasists and the nazis and the trump voters and all the other cis people who make the world aa shitty place.

It's been a LONG time since I posted something. Just found this old story...

Any girls interested in recording this for me, email me at [email protected]

Danielle awoke dazed and groggy, her eyes slightly opened as she adjusted to the dim lighting in the dungeon. "Where... Where am I?" She said quietly to herself as she soon realized that she wasn't in the safety of her bedroom. It was when she tried to move her hands to rub her eyes that she realized the immediate danger she was in.

Panic quickly consumed the young 18 yearold girl as she came to the conclusion that her hands had been handcuffed behind her back, and that it wasn't a waking dream. She was indeed in some sort of dungeon and had no memory of how she had arrived there.

Danielle awkwardly rose to her feet and surveyed the room with a new found intensity. "WHERE AM I!" She screamed, her voice reaching a new pitch. It was at this time she realized that whoever had put her in this situation had not only handcuffed her hands behind her back but had also stripped her to a red pushup bra which pushed her 34c tits nearly to her chin, and a pair of red boy shorts. Both of which were not hers.

"Glad to see you are awake, Danielle", a harsh voice said in the shadows as Danielle's lip began to quiver. "Where am I?... Who are you?" She asked in a frightened whisper. "Wrong questions Danielle. I think the most important question right now, is what am I going to do to you", the voice replied as the creature emerged from the shadows.

It wasn't human. The beast had to be at least 7 feet tall and dark bristly hair covered it's entire naked body except for around its massive cock. The complete oppisite of a human being. It's cock was all Danielle could focus on at that very moment, even though she didn't want to. It was a 12 inches, fully erect, covered in boils and sweat and was being stroked by the monster's meaty hand while it grinned at the scampily clad girl.

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The warm summer waters washed over Maria's toned caramel figure. The latina was enjoying the hot day at a small beach, half submerged a bit off the coast in her red bikini with yellow trim. Her long black hair stuck to her back after a small wave splashed over her. She wasn't far out, still standing in sand and with the water coming just over her navel. She took a glance back over her shoulder at the white sands in the distance, scanning the scant scattered crowd amidst blankets and under umbrellas. She spotted her own towel, set beside the half-finished coke she had ordered from the nearby beach bar.

Maria turned and began to wade further out when she felt something brush her ankle. She half leaped as her heart sunk, not sure whether it was just a stray fish being washed ashore or something worse; like a jellyfish. She turned back towards the beach, deciding to head back and then enter the water in a different spot when suddenly she felt her bikini bottom being pulled until it slid half-way down her plump buttcheeks. She started to glance over her shoulder when something pressed against her exposed sphincter.

"Ooomph..." The latina groaned as the thing pushed into her, sliding deep into her back entrance.
"Unhg...Oh my god..."

It was thick and slimy, like the inside of one's mouth. The girl shuttered and gave a loud gasp as she felt a rush of fluid explode into her. She tried to look back over her shoulder as a sharp pain exploded in her lower gut. Whatever it was, it was pumping water up her butt and fast! She held her stomach as it began to expand. The girl was panicking at this point, sweat gracing her forehead as she moved around in the water, panting and groaning as her silhouette surged forward.

"Nnng....Oooooh..." Was all the girl could manage as her belly expanded beneath her hands, pushing forward and rounding like a balloon being held under a faucet. She massaged the taut, glistening caramel flesh, trying to ease the pain as the huge enema continued. The water was too dark for her to see through but this thing had to get out and quickly before her stomach exploded! She waded forward, holding her growing belly as sweat ran down her face. Her swollen belly and the pain were both growing in succession, causing the latina to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
She continued forward as her massive belly bulged above the water, becoming more and more exposed as she neared the shore. Finally the water was shallow enough that her plump butt was sticking out of it and she could see what was assaulting her. With one hand on her massive belly, the girl turned around to see a thick black tentacle stuck between her glistening buttcheeks. She gripped it and pulled, yanking it free. She bit her lip as she leaned forward and perked her ass out, clutching her huge stomach and releasing a thick torrent of water from her back end that splashed over the surface of the ocean.
She opened her mouth to sigh, but the beast leaped from the water before her and grabbed onto her face. It resembled a somewhat spiny black octopus, covered in beady eyes and with an especially long tentacle trailing from behind its head. Its four tentacles wrapped around Maria's face as she struggled, gripping the thing. Suddenly, a tentacle similar to the one penetrating her rear shot down Maria's throat, gagging her. The latina moaned against the invasion when she felt soft bumps rushing down her throat. Her neck bulged in rhythm as the beast laid its eggs down her gullet, filling the latina with its seed.


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lf. Apr. 22, 2359

- No Unauthorized Access or Distribution -
- Be aware this report has been marked distressing by Cpt. Maria Buchann -

Priority Addendum: This is Buchann. I know many of you view it as disrespectful, but we're keeping a log of what happened to Sarah. We have to follow protocol. I'll mark the file as distressing. Don't forget that we're going to wipe these things out when the orbital squad arrives.

REPORT: Fate of Astronaut and Alien Life Researcher, Lt. Sarah Jules
SUB-REPORT: Reproductive Behavior of Hostile Titan Organism (Exact Species Unknown)

SUMMARY: Drop rescue team deployed 50 seconds from distress signal to Lt. Sarah Jules research vessel, marked 145.66hacc from Titan northpoint. Recorded events simulated by site findings.

Vessel hull was breached by native Titan organism, which entered main corridor behind cockpit, trapping Lt. Jules. Cockpit was sealed, and emergency distress signal sent. Magnetized cockpit security doors were torn through moments later. Sidearm of Sarah Jules discovered in cockpit, unloaded. High durability personal body armor of Sarah Jules discovered in cockpit storage, unworn. Audio-pressure logs (summarized below) indicate Lt. Jules falling to her knees and attempting to reason with the creature, irrationally. Unknown appendage grips Sarah's hair, pulling her up, off of her feet, and finally suspending her, no doubt uncomfortably. Lt. Jules cries, shouting obscenities in a manner our psychological department has described as "panicked." A, organic pop and tear are heard in succession, along with incoherent screaming from Lt. Jules. Pressure logs then indicate the weight of one female arm colliding with the cockpit floor. Each of Sarah's limbs are similarly ripped from her, along with her uniform in its entirety. The Lt. discontinues screaming, now rather howling in pain, but surprisingly (and unfortunately) retaining consciousness. Extended research team believes the creature was removing any potential threats with these actions; suspending and disarming its prey of the arms and legs where it might retain natural weaponry. Following her limbs, by that same logic, the breasts of Lt. Jules were subsequently removed, pulled from her chest individually with great force. It is a testament to the will of Sarah that she was able to beg coherently, after the removal of four limbs and one breast, that the creature not take her second. However, the organism removed her second breast immediately. Several moments pass; the creature holds Sarah by her hair, and Sarah howls deeply, in a tone now described as "defeated." At this point, Lt. Jules apparently notices something, and begins to beg, as recorded below, along with auditory summaries:

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It’s been a long time since posting here! Here’s my latest story for you guys. It features April O’Neil from the ninja turtles. (The one where she’s a teenager, not the adult one of the old days)

It’s based on this particular episode:

.watchonlinecartoons.net/teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles-2012/watch-teenage-mutant-ninja-turtles-episode-79-season-3-beyond-the-known-universe

If you didn’t watch it and don’t feel like doing it, here’s what you need to know:

The earth is going to be blown up by space triceratops, the turtles, April and Casey are off to space with a cyborg names Fugitoid to stop them. Their first stop is at a pirate spaceport and the turtles cause a hell of a mess and now have to fight or run.

Now, on to the story!



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First time actually posting something... Enjoy!

Sirens' Last Song=

Chapter 1: The Last Dazzle

After a month of that song being on top, I'm sick of listening to this no-good hack and her cronies stealing my crowds.... but it would be a crime to just waste her gorgeous body. And since she's the leader, she can go first. Getting her alone was first part, and luckily, it wasn’t the least bit difficult. I found her trying to “sing” alone in an alley close by.

With the element of surprise on my side, I quickly was able to chloroform her without a struggle. I picked her up and brought her to my empty warehouse to enact my revenge. Once there, I strip her carefully, sit her in a chair by a bed, bind her arms and legs with heavy duty rope, duct tape her mouth, and wait for her to wake just out of sight.

I watched her wake and panic. I let her fret for a bit before revealing myself. Her eyes first narrow as she recognizes me, when widen as she sees the knife in my hand. I walk towards her slowly and as intimidating as possible. When I reach her, I give her my ultimatum.

“Your mouth opens, You die. Understand, Adagio.” It wasn’t a question.

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This is a prompt thread based on the kill-the-above games in RP. Instead of you playing the roles of characters as if you were in the story, you will simply be writing stories with the characters mentioned.

As this isn't an RP, you do not have to respond to the previous post with a story before posting your own prompt. In fact, you should post your story in another thread or off-site; however, you should link to the story so other people can know that the prompt was already used.

For appearance, outfit, and weapons in the template you may link to images or write a description. I don't see any rules regarding links to images of real people, but if you do use one, make sure they're 18+; however, if we're told by a mod or admin to stop linking to real pictures we should stop. If they tell us to stop linking images entirely then ignore this paragraph. The outfit and weapons description/image obviously doesn't have to agree with the appearance image.

Here's the templates;

Victims

Name:
Gender:
Age:

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Brian Jurk had enough. Sally Bech (7 months pregnant and just a week away from turning 18), and her younger sister, 13-year-old Suzie, pushed him too far when they tattled on him to 23-y.o. Ms. Buht. She was generally sweet and in her first year of teaching, but didn't want to be seen as a pushover so gave him detention.


He had a shotgun his older friend legally gifted him. He put his smartphone in his shirt pocket and hiked a mile to Sally's house, knowing where it was because he picked his friend up from there several times, often hearing him complain about how he didn't want a kid and was worried Sally poked holes in the condoms she kept.

Her parents were at work and she was home alone. He opened the back door and crept quietly in. He heard music from the bathroom and as he got closer, her moaning in the bathtub. Her belly floated above her, her eyes were closed, and her feet rested high on the windowsill. The water covered her ears and reached her deep red lips.

He moved silently toward her, slowly raised his gun, aimed right at her pussy being palmed, and took a long but quiet breath. She moved her hand up and down, side to side, circling her womanhood as she played with her boobies and lips with her other hand. She lowered her feet into the water and arched her pussy into the air, unwittingly making a glaring target for his slug, and moved her fingers in and out, eventually inserting her thumb into her asshole and pinching herself deeply, using her pink on her clit and her other 2 fingers deeper.

} - \ ! B A M ! / - {

Her eyes went wide and she made no noise; she then felt overwhelming pain and splashed wildly, holding her pained right arm up to her face and seeing her right hand had been blown off. She quickly gasped and screamed in pain, thrashing in the water. Suddenly seeing Brian in there with there with her, she stretched her arms out, one a bloody cracked stump where her wrist used to be, and begged "NO PLEASE BRIAN I'M SO SORR-" He stomped on her chest, holding her with all his might beneath the water. Bubbles flew up from her shocked face and she tried to get him off, her left arm grasping his leg and pulling as hard as she could, then punching his knee. Her right leg was entirely useless and in immense pain, more than even her arm but not as much as her pelvis. Her right arm, just a bloody stump flailing away and pushing at his leg, was as effective, and her left leg scrambled in the air as she tried to wrap it around his, but due to her belly,

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Crawling forward eagerly on all fours His obedient cuntnun wriggles whorishly to His boot, brainlessly prostrating as she simpers in sluttish slavery beneath Him, her adoring eyes gazing up at the glorious Lord as she lewdly rubs her tongue along side his boot. "Praise Him, worship Him, obey Him, forever." His fanatically fawning fuckpuppet coo's as her drooling, painted lips press an adoring kiss against His shoe, her reverent gaze turned up towards the almighty Lord above her. Astride His dread throne above her, the dominant Lord pays the pathetic cunt little mind, one of many crowding at the feet of His dread avatar, the abhorrent throne crafted of the cuntmeat of many young sluts, each sexualized remnant squirming to serve the supreme Lord. The chapel resounds with the slavishly chanted prayers unto the Lord of Doom, His power absolute, granting both the mercy of continued life in service to Him, and death in blessed sacrifice unto Him, at His mere whim.*

so a friend of mine challenged me to write some smut from first person perspective, and instead I wrote this. I was feeling particularly self hating when I wrote this so this is supposed to be me, and is loosely based on one time the ex boyfriend of a girl I was seeing showed up at my house and threatened to kill me. so without further ado, enjoy me being raped.

Its a long walk back home from work, and of course its midnight. With my luck someone will try to mug me or worse, but it was a long and tiring day, and I'm anxious to get home. Angry phone calls from my girlfriends ex boyfriend mixed in with the expected perils of retail did not combine to make it an enjoyable day.

Older men grossly flirting with me and attempts to feel me up still fresh in my mind, i send a few texts to my girlfriend to complain while i take a shortcut through a parking lot. Powerful arms reach out from a shadowy van as i walk by it and grab me; covering my mouth and dragging me into the shadowy interior.

Hands rip and tear at my clothing until I'm laying on the cold floor of the van in my bra and panties, staring in shock and fear at my assaulters. Three masked men sit around me, all otherwise naked and all more than well hung. The men don't waste any time in tearing the last of my clothes off before forcing me on top of the biggest cock and shoving it into my cunt; the second largest pounds into my ass, and the last penis is forced down my throat when i begin to scream.

My attackers are far from gentle; my arms are painfully pulled behind me by the rapist plowing my ass and the man I'm forced to ride reaches his large hands to my throat and chokes me when I try to bite down on the prick fucking my face, occasionally letting go of my neck to slap my tits and pull at my nipples. All the while i hear the men spitting out insults; "Dyke" and "Lesbo Slut" are two of the more popular names they call me.

After what feels like two hours of non-stop rape i feel the cock stuffing my throat twitch before it shoots cum down my gullet. The man in my ass climaxes next, and i feel him pull my arms back harder and me farther onto his dick as jizz coats my bowels. I feel nothing but shame as the last penis in me finishes, my womb filling up with my rapists seed and doubtlessly impregnating me. The men pull out of my violated holes and drop me back on the floor of the van where I curl up and cry, but it isn't long before I'm grabbed again and painfully thrown out of the van.

"This is what happens when you steal my girlfriend you fucking dyke!" the voice of my girlfriends ex shouts at me. "But don't worry slut, we'll help make sure you don't make that mistake again."

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This is my latest work. I've been...inspired after seeing the picture bellow, of Melissa Soria.

http://nifmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/20140911_4726-Edit.jpg

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*knock*

There's a brief pause.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in, please!" a man smoking a cigar and browsing through some expenditure reports says in a bored tone.

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I finished this one a few days ago, but I wasn't planning in posting it. A few people have already read it, and one of them told me to upload it here, telling me she liked it, so we will see.

Its quiet long, as there is a plot there, but if you just want to go straight into the sex it starts on the second half. As always, let me know what you think if it (good or bad)!

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tags: F/f, cons, non-cons, first, lesbian, anal, piss, toys, rape, bagging, snuff

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!

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I woke up in the middle of the night, screaming and covered in sweat. It was still raining softly outside and the room was cold and dark. Pulling the duvet under my nose I turned on the lamp I had by the bed.

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Elise, called Lisa by everyone she loved, enjoyed nothing more than spanking her younger half-sister. Living in a very mixed region of relative peace, she was very powerful and popular. Her shimmering black hair and green eyes were sharp and straight. Her tits were big, but not over large or unwieldy for her slim but well-muscled chest. Her apple bottom was perfectly round and pert, and she made for a mature and intimiating figure.

Her younger much younger step-sister, Leah was just half-way through highschool and enjoying her summerbreak as best she could, which wasn't easy due to her only family being her tyrannical sibling. At hardly 5' tall, wearing shoes, she had breasts that were also large, especially for her otherwise petite frame, and hips that were just as round as her sister. Her ass was actually much bigger and took up more of her legs than her soft thighs just underneath.

Being immensely tech-savvy, a skilled cook and martial artist, and particularly a competent tactician, Lisa commanded the respect of even her political foes and loved making a show of her punishing her younger sister, particularly in the nation to her South-West, where she lived at the border.

They hated her but adored beating people, especially young children, and needed powerful allies. She fit the bill, but was constantly a thorn in their side, breaking their laws and many suspected she gave money to rebel groups. It was discovered that she had accounts doing just that, but she blamed her younger sister, Leah, and swore to make things right.

"I will give her a punishment to sate you all!" She exclaimed on her video channels.

"If she doesn't execute the little bitch with hornets, she hasn't made things right." A pundit said. Many commenters under her videos agreed, saying similar things.

Hello Gurochan. I'm the owner of Karl Luck's Dungeon (http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/Stories.html).

I decided to post some stories here for feedback. I'm willing to accept criticism on anything I write here, or anything already on the site, so long as it's constructive criticism. I will generally ignore "It sucks" unless it's accompanied by why it sucks and how I can improve.

I'll start by posting a recent rough draft.

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"Bianca Ruiz, please step up to the Termination Chair!" Mr. Cunning boomed across the auditorium.

Bianca yelped at the announcement, although it was not entirely a yelp of surprise. At the end of each month the student who had the lowest grade would be snuffed in front of the whole school, and Bianca's grades were abysmal. She expected either Sabrina or Jin to be the ones to die, since their grades were just as bad due to both of them being pregnant. Bianca supposed that none of them would reach the end of the year, anyways.

The 16-year-old Latina got up from her seat and sluggishly made her way to the stage and to her demise, holding her head down and ignoring the gaze of onlookers as she passed their seats. The fear of death was bad enough, but the humiliation of knowing that everyone would be watching was unbearable.

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