Nero, Cannibals from the Ocean Depths

"I felt the roasting spit within me and the heat; I felt the pleasure and the ecstatic pain. After the silence, I traversed the worlds, and now I have returned—stronger, more dangerous, on the hunt, savoring the flesh. Beware of me if you have claimed the wrong prey. Anja Mars"

Nero: Cannibals from the Depths of the Sea

"This is my second life; the world stands on the brink of sin and perversion, and I am right in the thick of it. But the game is played by my rules, Anja."

A concept set in a pirate world, featuring a submarine that puts an end to illicit cannibalistic feasts aboard cruise ships. "If you target the wrong prey, you become the prey yourself."

An idea born from an ongoing story—one that resembles a role-playing game or a hunt—and a project originating from the Dolcett Girls forum. It is a theme I wish to explore further through storytelling. This represents a future for the characters inhabiting the world of Celantani.

Your images always look delicious.

Stopping Cruise-ships from serving up forbidden delicacy? Does that make the sub pirates the good guys?

>>31301
Not in my book! XP

>>31301


I’m glad you like the pictures again. The submarine crew aren't exactly villains; they board ships that offer up meat that is too young and tender—violating international agreements in the process.

.... Please sing along... "Sven and Anja... saviors of the kindergarten...." Haha

Of course, the submarine crew doesn't always arrive in time, and the meat from the boarded ships—already deliciously prepared—ends up in their own kitchen.

But there is also an overarching storyline—a secret.

>>31305

I’m good with it, sign be up Captain. ;)

Startrek --- The Cannigreens


"Section 31 Ship's Log: Starship Saratoga (NX-S31) – Captain Picard. This will be my most difficult mission. I have assumed command of the Saratoga. This ship and part of its crew normally operate under the authority of the intelligence agency Section 31. Our mission is shrouded in the utmost secrecy, yet it simultaneously serves as an official gathering of high-ranking Starfleet officials. If successful, it will go down in the history books.

Our ship is rendezvousing with other vessels from the fleet. Several diplomats and additional crew members are set to join us. Together, we will travel to the home world of the Cannigreens to negotiate trade relations and their entry into the Federation. The Cannigreens are a spiritually inclined people with highly advanced technology; they managed to destroy a menacing Borg invasion cube using only a single one of their own starships. That is why Section 31 is involved.

To enter into negotiations, the Cannigreens require participation in their spiritual rituals—rituals that include elements of cannibalism. This mission is vital, yet it presents a difficult moral dilemma: the freedom and security of the Federation weighed against individual—albeit voluntary—sacrifices."
Anyone who fries a Tribble ends up in the frying pan themselves later on.

I thank Janny and Edward for the idea for a *Star Trek* fan fiction story.

>>31323

Now you’re cooking. “To boldly go where no meal has gone uneaten.”

Love this idea. Star Trek universe has great material to work with. Would this spiritual ritual require star fleet Diplomat's to offer a few red shirts as a peace offering?

>>31324

Yes, those good crew members in the red uniforms from Captain Kirk’s team often had to serve as sacrificial lambs back then. Let’s keep that tradition alive. Hehe. It was a charming series. What I never understood was why the uniform colors were changed regarding rank and function within the crew.

In *Star Trek: TNG*, the red shirts turned into mustard-colored ones. But anyway: let’s just create a female officer in a red uniform who gets sacrificed and then deliciously cooked and served—well, only after the uniform has been taken off, of course.

And if the chef happens to take an interest in her daughter as well... well, then.

It’s likely going to be a long-term project. I actually wrote a Star Trek story once before, but it lacked that special something—er, I mean, the plot lacked a bit of spice. That shouldn't be a problem now.

Culinary Experiments


*.....I lay in bed, neither awake nor asleep. In a trance, somehow. My laptop screen wasn't flickering; the image displayed, with crystal clarity, a story from a forum. A story about a farm—seductive, culinary, and sinfully good. There was no need to read the text; the images instantly revealed what it was all about.

I slowly pulled myself up after the earth-shattering climax that had left me reeling. I had come too hard. Then, I froze. I sensed another body’s warmth. I felt hot breath—breath that shouldn't have been there. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of golden strands of hair.

How long had I been lost in the moment? What had the blonde angel already seen? Had she looked at the pictures? Read parts of the story? She surely had, surely...

...I turned to face her. Her cheeks were slightly flushed. A finger rested in her mouth—a finger that, a moment later, touched my lips...* "So, Marty... you're interested in little piglets?"...

Yep, I’d love to see this scenario come to life. Caught yet pleasantly surprised at her reaction. A private affair, a tasty realization. Makings of a delicious tale.

>>31349

Well, our stories may be fictional—and, I certainly hope, have nothing to do with today's reality—but the sexual curiosity of young girls is by no means fictional. As I know all too well. That said, this story will take a fictional turn later on.

>>31328

"Dear Diary, why can boys never remember us girls' hairstyles? It annoys me when my own crush sees me so superficially.

Oh, what am I writing here? He’s my brother, after all! And yet, we share some intimate secrets. Now, on top of the naked cuddling in the bathtub, there’s a new secret. I caught him reading strange stories and looking at pictures of roasted women! What? Roasted women.

And I found it—uh—interesting. How is that possible? I simply lay down in bed next to him. Felt his naked, sweaty body. And somehow, those stories and pictures aroused me. Well, I guess I do find my brother good enough to eat.

But there is an even bigger secret..."

>>31283
Do you take requests?

>>31572

I've never thought about that before—tell me, what do you have in mind? Would you like a story with pictures, or just pictures?

What's your idea?

>>31499
Roasted siblings?

>>31575

Yes, siblings. How the plot unfolds is still a secret. :)

Can you do some carving pictures ass cheeks, breast and dick

>>31574
Great! Can you do it with pictures? Requesting Hilda who, passing by a gas station, can't shake that one intrusive thought. One day she stops instead of cycling past and goes up to a tire inflator futilely arguing with herself, loses (to herself) and inserts the hose up her big butt. Filling herself with air grows on her (pun intended) after the initial discomfort. She continues using the air compressor and has to argue (with herself) to stop and fights an obscene perverse pleasure when her distended midsection turns red from the strain, finally orgasming handsfree from air pumped into her belly. Going for a secong a second orgasm she pumps her grotesquely distended belly one second to long and pops gorily.

Before this gets out of hand. No ideas or requests for images are accepted here.

My finger is pointing up, and up there it says Literature. Here, there are only images in the context of stories or images accompanying stories.

Also, I have very little time right now.

And it would be great if this thread were reserved for my stories about my favorite things, like fucking, roasting women, and eating them.

Thanks for your understanding

>>31576

When do we eat? She can’t tease you like that and not expect us to want to taste her. ;)

>>31612
My bad. I misunderstood
>Would you like a story with pictures, or just pictures?

>>31612
I understand. Infl is the worst.

The reason why I asked for carving pictures is for some stories that have carvings in them, so we have a better visual for that part. That's all.

I'd like to apologize; at first glance, it's difficult to associate the username “Anonymous” with a specific person. At first, I thought there were multiple requests coming in at the same time.

I have two image threads. Those are better places to post image requests.

Ai as Tool

https://boards.guro.cx/ai/koko.php?res=22269&page=1#p13_23687

Roastpork

https://boards.guro.cx/ai/koko.php?res=14586&page=1#p13_23321

>>31624

I have a few pictures of the knives that are supposed to be used to prepare the “Meatgirl,” with stuffing inside the open belly. But I still need to post those pictures. Probably in the “Roast Pork” thread.

>>31622

I still need to finish Chapter 4 of *The History of Mirrors into the Future*. Only then can I continue here.

There are currently some delays in the schedule due to problems that have arisen in the RL. Someone is taking their fantasies too seriously.

Now I'm even playing sheriff. But
I don't have any time for that at all.
I've already come up with the next two story ideas.

Please stay on the line. :D

>>31610

The AI ​​doesn't know your character. I can't help you.

The Girl Art Project

The Phone Call


Stefanie:

"Sarah... what do you mean, we're meeting an author for an interview? I wanted to stop working for the school paper."

Sarah:

"Stef, listen—this is the event of the decade. We’ve been invited to the capital, to the Celantan embassy. Everything is paid for—for you, Nicole, and me."

Stefanie:

"Sarah, hold on a second—why is an author inviting us to a foreign embassy?"

Sarah:

"Um, I told him about the painting we found in my attic back then. The painting of the red-haired woman—the one we think depicts me in the future as a cooked dish."

Stefanie:

"That cursed painting—the reason you want to go to Romania? Sarah!"

Sarah:

"Calm down, Stefanie; he writes stories about cannibals. They’re just stories. Anyway, we’ve been invited to an art exhibition at the embassy, ​​followed by a banquet."

Stefanie:

"Okay... that sounds interesting. I’ll convince Nicole to come along. Gently. You’re way too intense about this subject."

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