I've been searching and searching for a story I read ages ago about a guy who gets taken to an island full of woman who can be ressurrected after being killed. Some scenes I remember:
- At one point the woman showing him around takes him home and there is a fairy greeting them which is then pomptly killed by the woman how than explains that she can easily be ressurected if some fairydust is left behind and the guy uses the fairy as living condom.
- His guide has her head cut off and fucked while the head is still alive.

if it is okay with you guys i need help finding where this place in the picture would be on google maps or the co-ordinates for it
I tried gathering information on this person but I'm trying not to be to suspicious about it
this is for personal reasons so please don't ask
he lives in Shenandoah, Texas although i am not sure how truthful this is but I can confirm he is indeed somewhere in texas
not sure if this is the right place to ask this but it's worth a try

PROLOGUE

All her life Lindsey had been fascinated by her mother’s breasts. Specifically her nipples. Specifically the fact that she only had one, what remained of the areola of her left breast crowned by an old, jagged scar where the pink nub should have been.

It wasn’t until she was eleven that Lindsey had asked her mother about it. They had been taking their dog Lancer on a walk through a local park. It was a hot July day so mother and daughter had forgone clothing except for footwear, her mother had a pair of sandals and Lindsey wore pink flip-flops. They where hardly the only ones, almost everyone else in the park was completely nude except for the occasional hat, some people even going barefoot.

As they walked along Lindsey noticed a boy and girl, they looked to be high school age, fucking beneath a tree. As she watched her hand almost absentmindedly drifted to her still mostly per-pubescent pussy, her fingers lightly stroking her outer folds. Mother and daughter stopped to let Lancer investigate a bed of flowers next to the walkway and Lindsey looked up at her mom to see that she too had taken note of the free show occurring a few yards away, licking her lips as she watched the young couple fuck. Unlike her daughter she didn’t actually touch herself, but she did press and rub her thighs together as she stood watching.

However Lindsey maintained her attention on her mom, her eyes, as often happened when her mother was topless, going back to study her scared breast. It was far from the most extreme disfigurement she had ever seen, a boy at her elementary school one year older then her had let his father cut off, cook, and eat his penis as a birthday present. Lindsey had heard that he wanted to be castrated too now, apparently without a dick he was having a hard time satisfying the new desires that came with the onset of puberty and would just as soon be rid of them. She had seen him naked a few times on hot, clothe-less days, she’d found the sight of the short stub that was all that was left of his manhood strangely erotic, and especially liked the way it left his balls better exposed without a penis dangling down in front of them.

Margret watched the two teens fuck for a few more moments before glancing at her daughter. She smiled when she saw that the young girl was once again gazing at her nipple-less breast. She reached up and cupped her tit, her thumb rubbing its ruined summit. Lindsey’s eyes widened, and she looked up to see her mom smiling knowingly down at her before returning her gaze to her breast and fondling hand. As she stood there a question occurred to her young mind, an obvious one, but one she had never thought to ask before.

“Mom, why do you only have one titty?”

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finaly, it's just a test to learn to know how to use this stuff .

Anyone know who made this or where it came from?

I assume most, if not all, of you here have seen Ace Ventura : Pet Detective and Baby's Day Out. I want a drawing of a person grabbing Lois Einhorn's pantyclad dick, twist it, and then light it on fire like that scene from Baby's Day Out.

Are ther any Pics fro, Hermine Granger in 3D or Gore/rape/necro Pics with her?

Hi, I'm Poguemahone

So this is actually an idea from my pal JestInPieces that he's kindly allowed me to use, cause I loved the sound of it. There's no actual guro to start with, but I've got some typical Poguemahone shit planned from maybe about chapter 3-4 onwards, promise. I'm not physically capable of writing a story without using the word "brain" at some point. Got to build up to it though!

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There’s a flicker of light as the webcam is turned on. It’s a small room with pink walls, lit by a hanging overhead light. A bookcase filled with a mixture of textbooks and airport novels is on the right. Miscellaneous items are visible on the shelves-a hairbrush, loose coins and some sort of comic book action figure, posing heroically for the camera. Across from it lies a small bed, covered in white sheets, hastily tidied. The door out is directly across from wherever the webcam has been set up.


A teenage head pops into view. She had fiery red hair that seems wild and artless in a way that you only get with lots of care. Two emerald green eyes stare into the camera. Then the girl smiles.

“Aaaand we’re on!” she says, giggling. “Hey guys, Melissa here! It’s happening! Wooo!” Her eyes can be seen darting to her right, as if reading something just off camera, before she starts to speak again. “Wow, there’s a lot of you guys on chat, huh? Ok, I’m gonna do a quick recap in case anyone comes in who doesn’t know the deal, and to give people time to log in before we start. That cool, everyone? Yeah? Ok!” She claps her hands and rubs them together before starting her introductory remarks.


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It was a chilly Michigan evening but not too bad. Ella was walking home from a party at a friends house. She had been introduced to a really cute friend of a friend named Alex who ended up asking for her number. So exciting! She had been given a heads up he would be there so she was dressed for the occasion: a lovely black patterned strapless corset, revealing her shoulders which she always liked, and a mid length lovely burgundy skirt. A bit on the skimpy side but still tasteful. Unfortunately, she wished she had brought a jacket as she was now starting to shiver a bit in the crisp night air.

She turned the corner leading to her neighborhood when a car turns out of seemingly nowhere it high speed and comes screeching to a halt next to Ella. She is a bit shaken at first but calms down a bit when she sees Alex get out of the car.

“Hey Ella, thought I’d come and offer you a ride home!” He closed the car door and walked toward her. Her heart fluttered a bit, he was as cute in the moonlight as he was back at the party, if not more so. However, something didn’t feel right. The way he was smirking at her, the look in his eyes, it seemed… attractive and… dangerous.

Then Ella noticed a glint in Alex’s right hand. He was holding a knife. Fuck, how had she not noticed that before now?

Her eye’s instinctually widened and her heart rate increased. Alex noticed easily, as she was now staring directly at the hunting knife, which wasn’t really hidden to begin with.

“Heh, you just now noticed babe?” he says to Ella in a mocking voice.

Ella is speechless, fear beginning to creep into her mind. “I… I uh, I really should get home… it’s very cold out here.” she stuttered as she starts to back away. Alex lets her back off a few feet and she turns and starts walking very quickly down the sidewalk, shivering in the cold air. Then she hears him start to run toward her. Her mind enters panic mode immediately and she instinctually shouts “No please just leave me alone!” as she starts sprinting down the sidewalk.

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There's this person that I used to really like, however after getting to know them better and due to circumstances surrounding this person, I grew to hate them. I don't want to give out too many details because 1. No one cares 2. I don't want to risk giving out personal information that may identify me. That said, the entire ordeal hurt me very much and still I have a twinge of pain to this day, however I think I've found a way to help me cope.

I fantasize a lot about torturing and killing this person in various ways. I imagine decapitating them slowly as they gurgle and try to scream, tears running down their face. I pick up their severed head and lick a little bit of the blood before deeply staring into their eyes. The combination of fear and sadness is absolutely beautiful and I can't resist giving them a deep, passionate kiss. I will be the last person they ever see, and will imprint into their mind for the last 10 or so minutes it takes for life to finally fade away from them.

Another fantasy of mine involves them being kept in a dark room, chained by their neck like a dog. I bring in their loved ones and butcher them in front of this person. They scream and cry, begging me to stop. I lavish their emotional pain until they appear completely broken. This fantasy carries on in various ways, sometimes I deny them food until they slowly starve to death, raping them in the meantime. Other times this fantasy involves me force feeding this person's dead loved ones to them.

Perhaps stolen from Hostel, I'd also enjoy hanging them up over a tub, completely naked. I slice them open and I bathe in their blood. Sometimes I play with their guts as they spill out.

I don't think I need to tell anyone here this, I just want to preface that I have absolutely no intention of ever acting any of these fantasies out. They are fantasies and will always stay that way. Besides, in fantasy I get to torture and kill as many times as I want to.

I'm not entirely sure why I felt the need to tell you people this or even if there's any other purpose to this thread. I don't know, perhaps share your own fantasies? Do any of you fantasize about killing/torturing people you know who've hurt you? I'm curious.

This is a long one. I think the slow build up helps the story, but if you grow impatient with it, or simply don't have a lot of time, feel free to skip to part ten.

Pep

1 - Push

	

"Elizabeth, would you stay after class please?"

	

Titters and a couple of giggling laughs from several of the students filing out of his classroom followed this announcement, but Mr. Riggs ignored them. Elizabeth, however, blushed and ducked her head, hiding her face behind her long hair.

	

"Y-yes, Mr. Riggs." she answered, a bit timidly.

	

Mr. Riggs intimidated Elizabeth a little bit, but then, so did almost everyone. She waited until the last of her classmates had left the room, then approached Mr. Riggs' desk.

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So I was in the mood to destroy something beautiful... hope you all enjoy

Hi all, I published this story on Literotica a couple days ago but I figured the Scat crowd here would like it as well

Prologue: Jake

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The prologue introduces one of our main characters, and how he got to where he is in the beginning of chapter 1. If you're just here for the juicy parts you might want to skip this bit.

Jake enjoyed his life on Earth. Well, at least for the most part. Nothing less was expected of him. He lived in the utopia created by the United Federation of Planets, after all. Jake got a lot of free time which he spent hiking and playing adventure games in his town's holosuite. His desk job cataloging alien cultures was perfectly serviceable too. But he wasn't quite satisfied. Jake preferred to be in a monogamous relationship with a woman, and he tried it a few times but it never quite worked out for him.

You see, Earth had evolved to a point where people were basically free to have whatever type of relationship they wanted and do whatever they want, but even so, a couple of things where so out-there, that it was nearly impossible to bring up in a relationship without destroying it. Jake had one of those things. He'd discovered during puberty that the only way he could truly enjoy sex was if piss and poop got involved. He wasn't ashamed of this, but this kink was just completely unacceptable in the clean and pure society of the Federation. He even went to talk about it with a Federation counselor. She just suggested he'd forget about the fetish and go and enjoy his life without ever indulging. But this part of his sexuality was just so important to him that he found he couldn't have a satisfying relationship without it.

One day, close to his 25th birthday, he suddenly got an idea. He looked around to see if he was alone in his working room, activated his console and put in a query: "Computer, list all known sapient species that involve their own bodily waste in their courting rituals."


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Does anyone know where this is from? Also, any other similar works with fire/burning based pussy torture are welcome, thanks.

I see women as fuckmeat, regardless of race or age, I just think every woman must be slave to males. Am I the only one?

I know here we all emphasise a difference between fantasy and reality, but I have a hard time really setting it apart like that and it makes me feel like a terrible human being.

Maybe you want to be raped or tortured, maybe you want to be the one raping and torturing, maybe you just wanna kidnap a little girl, tie her down and take a dump on her while she screams and cries. Either way to some degree we're all aware of the separation between fantasy and reality, myself included, but... I can't help but feel a pang of envy hearing about real guro things people have experienced that are the things I'm into. I hate it. I hate that I live for imagining these things and pretending they're real.

And it's disgusting because I know those things would be terrible or traumatic in real life but it makes me so angry!

For me I feel like part of my problem is that my guro interests tie into my self esteem a bit. Does anybody else feel this way?

The title of this thread was based on the thread in /3D/. This thread will be stories involving the deaths of little girls twelve and under that are too short to put on my site.

I'll start by posting a longer version of a story I posted in Ultra Short Stories.

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"If you want candy, you have to be good," the young brunette said to her kids before she walked into the store.

I peered around the corner of the building. A little girl, most likely seven, with short blonde hair, sat in the front passenger seat twirling a strand of hair with her index finger. In the back, twin boys, no younger than ten, were play fighting. I could see that was two other cars in the parking lot, but they were both empty. So, I decided to act.

I stuffed my hands deep in my pockets, and made sure a candy bar was sticking halfway out of my left pocket, before I emerged from the corner. I walked casually up to the car, and as I approached the car, the kids stopped what they were doing and looked directly at me.

"Hey, little girl, do you want a surprise?" I asked.

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I'm going to start writing stories, mostly involving debreasting and twat torture, and posting them here. I'll label each with their individual tags.