Do you know of any writers accepting commissions? Am looking for someone to put into good words a story of mine. I have every scene plotted out already. Need someone who can describe feelings, pain and various guro stuff well. Must be prepared for some revisions to my liking. Can shell up to $50 depending on length.

You can drop your profile and work here or shill for someone else. We might even use this thread to list all writers accepting commissions. Thanks folks!

(Lez/ denial/ con/ fgm/ femcirc/ bodymod/ chastity)

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Interesting products

Working at the pre-marketing firm was very pleasant for Charlotte. She had landed a very interesting job straight out of high school, thanks to her language skills. She got to work with a supportive team, all of whom had become very close friends to her over the past two years. The firm was large, with dozens of different teams working of hundreds of different consumer products before they were passed on to different marketing firms.

Her team consisted of her and four other girls. There was Vivianne, the team leader, a cute short brunette in her late twenties. Then there were Codi and Klara, stunning blonde twins from Canada who mostly worked their phone lines. The two were about Charlotte’s age, with gorgeous 80s luscious hairstyles. They had a thing for vintage fashion and the natural beauty to pull it off. The twins were the stuff of dreams. They were taller than Charlotte and had sizable tits. Not as big as Charlotte’s of course. She was abnormally large. Her Italian heritage blessed her with beautiful olive skin, dark brown eyes, a captivating smile and tits that almost looked out of place on her short frame but seemed to defy gravity.

Lastly, there was Amber. Amber’s parents were from Russia and she used her knowledge of the Russian language when working with many of the importers and manufacturers. She also did a lot of marketing concepts for products going to targeted segments. Amber was a tall rocker girl with bright red dyed curly hair reaching all the way down to her hips, a sizable septum piercing and often wearing punkish, quite provocative clothing such as fishnets, collars and spiky high heels.

Charlotte and Amber were very close, more than just friends. Charlotte had not known she was into girls before but when Amber came into her cubicle one late evening with a bottle of wine the two soon found themselves drawing closer to each other, feeling each other’s breath on their skin and eventually their lips touching. They ended up at Amber’s place. Their office romance was no secret.

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Accidentally posted this in another thread instead of its own thread so fixing that now.

Jessica for Dinner
Tags: Kidnapping, Bondage, Lesbians, Cannibalism, Knifeplay, Cooking, Semi-consensual, Drunk.

As she slowly returned to wakefulness the first thing that Jessica noticed was that her head hurt. Not just in the sense of a headache, but all of it, down to her jaw which felt strained and over-stretched. Her mouth was open, open wide, and there was something in it. She couldn't quite see what it was, just a flicker of red at the corner of her vision, but she could feel it with her tongue. Whatever it was was large and round and smooth. Like a giant jawbreaker, but it seemed less firm.

Jessica's addled mind put it aside as she noticed the next thing. She couldn't move her arms. They were locked in place; her hands up by her head and her elbows at right angles. It was pushing out her chest, and now that she realized that; looking down she noticed that her beautiful peach-colored breasts were naked, and so was the rest of her!

"Ah! You're up!" The sudden interjection drew Jessica's attention to the speaker. It was an Indian girl, younger than her, 18 maybe? Though she could be in her early twenties. She was wearing a cute white tube top through which Jessica could see her jutting brown nipples and a pair of skin-tight blue jeans. The girl looked incredible; her skin smooth and glowing and her smile wide and inviting.

"I'm Myra," she explained with the same radiant smile. "Don't worry about telling me your name, it doesn't really matter. Meat doesn't need a name, and really all removing that gag would do would be to let you scream and ask questions whose answers you won't have any use for after tonight. So as far as I'm concerned, you're dinner, and that's all the name you'll need, okay?"


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Here we go again.

Does anyone know where I can find all the current volumes to read online? So far I've only been able to find volume 1, but I know volume 2 and 3 are out there somewhere.

An offshoot of the shooting thread, let's see the final coup de grace, anime style.

Bonus points for exit wounds, brain splatter, large calibur!

Love the site, been looking for a place to share and get feedback/inspiration for my photo manipulations. Almost all involve semi-consensual/coerced girls getting impaled or stabbed between their legs. (For world-building this all takes place in a reality where women outnumber men 20,000:1, thus population control is needed)

I think the theme fits in with the community here, but I don't see any other manips. I'm wondering if these are welcome, or else if someone can suggest another site/community? Love everything I see here!

Rather than actually upload images for now, here are a several links. (I actually have several hundred of these in my archive…) If they're liked I'll start a thread on /art

https://images2.imgbox.com/a6/06/quGScNnP_o.jpg
https://images2.imgbox.com/53/3b/Sl8wVA2P_o.jpg
https://images2.imgbox.com/30/9f/VVII2nJz_o.jpg
http://ist3-7.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/1/_/_/_/1/5/g/d/D/5gdDo/Knife%20159%20House%20Girl%20Retirements.jpg
https://images2.imgbox.com/ca/9e/9yYjnsFd_o.jpg
https://images2.imgbox.com/8c/e7/8ukuoA69_o.jpg
http://ist3-6.filesor.com/pimpandhost.com/1/_/_/_/1/4/T/y/1/4Ty1v/Knife%2067.jpg
https://images2.imgbox.com/d2/09/tnB9kV6G_o.jpg

Sorted pics not connected with stories. Mostly dead or ways to die. Some children, not little. The first picture is part of s study on Welesley, son of a Christian missionary in China in 1900. The 55 bodies were on display naked for two days.

So since the previous thread refuses to let me post more, lets try a new one.

Girls who are tortured/abused for long periods (hours, days, or even years)

it's been a few years since i've been gone, can someone please tell me what happened to gurochan's activity?

Any girl being torture by slowly baking alive.

The entire point is so we can identify things we either preferentially want to read, or absolutely want to avoid at all costs, WITHOUT clicking through to the actual thread and scrolling down to wherever the tags are hidden. Sort it out.

Clarissa sat on the plush couch, her finger nervously twirling a stray bang of her golden blonde hair. The waiting room was minimalist, consisting of plain white walls, ceiling, and floor, and containing only the couch, a small table with a scattering of magazines, and a bottle of water. She reached over and grabbed the bottle, unscrewing the cap and taking a deep gulp of water. It was unseasonably hot, and her sweat stuck to her shirt, causing it to cling tightly to her breasts.

The young single mother grimaced as she thought back to the events that brought her to the room. It started with a letter in her mailbox. The royal stamp was on it, so she had quickly opened it and read the letter. She had been chosen by the king to attend his yearly birthday. The wording implied that it wasn't a voluntary invitation. The king had a reputation for choosing attractive women off the street and taking them to his castle. They were never seen again, although their families were compensated very richly. As expected in a small citystate like San Venizio, rumors ran wild about what exactly happened to these women, but no one knew for sure. Now it seemed like Clarissa was about to find out for herself.

The door swung open, making Clarissa snap out of her reverie, and a prim looking woman in a business suit walked in with a briefcase in hand. Clarissa didn't fail to notice the two large, burly guards flanking the woman, their pistols holstered on their chest plate carriers. "Ms. Clarissa Overmeier, I am the secretary and legal aide for His Majesty", the woman began. As she talked, her fingers unlocked the briefcase and withdrew a single sheet of paper and a pen. "Before we proceed with the ceremony, I'm going to need you to sign this form". Clarissa took the pen and paper, her eyebrows furrowing as she read the form.

"Name: Clarissa Franklin Overmeier. Age: 31. Social Identity number: 4558710". Her eyes wandered down, taking in the small print, and her unease only increased. "By signing this form, I hereby declare myself property of His Majesty, with all human rights afforded to me prior now forfeit. Any attempt at escape or causing bodily and mental harm to His Majesty will lead to severe punishment for the immediate family of the subject."

Her fingers trembled as she signed the last line with her name and initials. The secretary took the sheet and slipped it back into the briefcase. The woman gave a cold smile. "Rest assured, as long as you cooperate, your family will be looked after". She stood up, and motioned for Clarissa to follow. They exited the room, the two guards following behind. Their faces were emotionless, and Clarissa awkwardly looked away.

His Majesty was waiting in his bedroom when Clarissa arrived with the secretary. Clarissa gasped when she saw the room. It was huge, larger than the dingy one bedroom flat she rented. Her shock increased when she saw the sovereign at last. The king was a private person, so private that no one aside from his most trusted advisors and guards even knew what he looked like. Well, now Clarissa knew.

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this is op's amazing video and i want to know who is voice actor of this video
video name is Poison Sting

this is op's amazing video and i want to know who is voice actor of this video
video name is Poison Sting

Tales from the Canterlot Mortuary is a collection of stories surrounding the mortician Mort Momento and looking through the many corpses that head his way, figuring out their means of death, carrying out their terms for a funeral, and having some fun along the way.

This first entry is more of a pilot story. I had written it a long while ago (like a couple of years now) and I'm just now deciding to publish it here. If you have any ideas for future entries, please suggest them in this format:

Name: (this would be a character from MLP. It might branch out to other series, but for now, it's MLP. If your suggestion is an OC, please link to their appearence)
Cause of Death: (how did they die and how were they found at the crime scene?)
Death Outfit: (how were they dressed when they were processed by CSI?)
Funeral Arrangements: (what, if anything, have they requested happen to them for their funeral?)

Without further to do, let's begin!

Bittersweet (Pinkie Pie, 2nd person)

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I just think it's neat

This is sexy, but I can't find the source, please help

Did anyone else growing up like the chose your own adventure deaths? I wish I could find the books and re-read some of them, I found some posted online, but most are just the pictures not the story parts anyone know where to get them?

Best ones I remember were:

the one you become a animal, and one of them has you turning into a zebra and getting eaten by lions.

Another one had to do with ghosts in a ghost town and your char gets stabbed in the back had some pics I really liked.

Last honorable mention, had you trying to escape from a snake, and you have two options going in the past or the future, if you chose the future you end up in the snakes stomach digesting.