I asked around the dorms and thought of pawning something, but I really didn’t have shit that was worth very much. The next day, Monday, the deadline day, I went to the credit union and was there as soon as it opened. They laughed at me when I tried to get a loan. Hell, I didn't even have a job. Next, I tried the “Advance Payday” places, but of course that didn’t work either. After that I just had no idea what to do. I was really in the dumps then, but even so I attended two classes and begged my professors, but again I got two lectures that I didn’t need and no money for my efforts. My mind wasn’t on studying that’s for sure! After my last class and around one in the afternoon one of my drinking buds jokingly recommended I call up Jennifer Torrance, because she was well known to be from an affluent family and she had always had a reputation for being a bossy rich girl. She also had a reputation for being a loan shark of sorts, and right now I needed the money from wherever I could find it.

He laughed when he had made the suggestion of course, and I knew he was joking. Jenny and I had gone to high school together, and even back then she was a girl everybody laughed at. My buddies and I called her the “Rich Bitch” and she sure had a reputation, but back then it had nothing to do with money. Supposedly she had paid guys to take her out, and it was rumored she had once offered the school’s quarterback a grand if he would fuck her. Needless to say, she was also known as the class slut. Consequently, I didn’t appreciate my friend’s joking suggestion, but I sure as shit was desperate and it did put the thought into my mind.

Jenny knew me, and that wasn’t exactly in my favor. She had once tried to get me to go to a Sadie Hawkins dance when I was sixteen, but at the time I had just laughed it off and walked the other way. She tried again my senior year, and that time she asked me in front of my friends in the school hallway. I don’t know what she expected me to say, but when I replied I was more than cruel. I called her a “Fat Ass Rich Bitch” to her face and I sent her away in tears. My friends had laughed at her as she ran away, and at the time I thought it was funny as shit. For sure I wasn’t about to date her in high school. In fact, I didn’t know anyone that would admit they had ever dated her, much less fucked her, and so I sure didn’t want to call her now.

We definitely weren’t friends, and never had been, and I didn’t see how I could just call her up and ask for money, and I figured if I did she’d tell me to go to hell. But, she did have money, that much was well known. A lot of money. So, what the heck? I figured it was worth trying and of course there was nothing to lose. But the reality was that Jenny was a super fat girl and the very last person on earth I’d ever want to see or be seen with. She had a round face and big fat thighs and she always acted like she owned everyone. And, as I thought of her I remembered the joke about her in high school.

“How do you fuck Jenny Torrance?”

“You don’t.”

“But what if you HAD to?”

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And so after that I was really pounding her pussy, and as I did I felt her fat snatch as it enveloped and gripped my cock. Even though she was very overweight, her pussy was tight, very tight, and the way her pussy was squeezing my big dick felt incredibly good; surprisingly so. Even so, the truth was I felt used, and in some ways it was the worst fuck of my entire life. But in other ways it was the single most intense fuck I had ever had. She was extremely wet and so turned on my cock was sliding easily within her well lubed hole, and so in spite of her extreme tightness I was soon pulling almost out and then driving into her balls deep, doing full strokes and really pounding her pussy. It felt like the walls of her virgin cunt were literally massaging my dick as I pumped in and out of her, and the feeling was incredible. But no matter how hard I fucked her she wanted it faster and harder and as deep as I could go. And the strange truth was that she was so slippery and so tight that her cunt felt better than any pussy I could ever remember fucking before.

“That’s it Jared…fuck my pussy. Yeah! Harder boy…fuck me harder damn it! I want it….yeah…that’s it. Yes! YES! That’s it, fast and deep! Yeah. YEAH. I want to feel your big nuts slapping against my ass. Yeah. That’s it! Give it to me. God your cock feels good! Come on stud, give it to me! Oh fuck…FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK! Yeah, give me your load Jared! I want to feel you empty your balls and fill my pussy with your spunk!”

She talked like some porn star or something, and she was ordering me to fuck her exactly as she wanted. I had always been in control when I had fucked a girl, but I wasn’t now. I felt like she owned me. She was ordering me and I was doing what she said. The weird thing is that part of it was a huge turn on in a strange kind of way. It was almost like I was her fuck toy, and she was in total control. I was being paid to do it, but of course at that point I still didn’t know how much. All I knew was my performance would dictate the amount, so in a very real way I was being graded. Shit! But even so I did her bidding, and as I pounded my cock in and out of her hairy hole and watched her two giant water melons bounce and quiver as she felt my thrusts, she just stared into my eyes and kept ordering me to do what I was doing. And as she did she seemed to savor the moment. She was clawing at my back with her fingernails, and my body was soon slick with sweat as I worked my pole in and out of her pussy like a jack-hammer.

I fucked her hard for at least seven or eight minutes, and then I started to slow down, because I was sweating so hard I was actually getting exhausted, but she almost screamed at me to speed it up and pound her faster and harder and deeper. I was her sex slave! And the weird thing was that I was very close to shooting my wad, but my mind was racing, and the thought of whom I was fucking and the cash I had to have and the worry of the pending appointment all seemed to keep me from quite reaching the point of ejaculation. I had never fucked a girl for so long and been so close to coming, and my cock tingled and twitched and the feelings were so intense I couldn’t believe it.

I wanted to cum, and I finally just closed my eyes and tried to fantasize I was with another girl instead. That was partially successful, except that she pulled my head down towards her, and sucked my neck hard, until she had given me what would later become a bright red hickey. The sweat was soon pouring out of my pores, and I felt like I was running a marathon. I was slamming my cock into her by gyrating my hips like a human fuck machine, and I don’t think I had ever fucked a girl as hard or as fast as I was fucking her. I ignored her fingernails digging into my flesh and the way she was sucking on my neck, and instead I just slammed my cock in and out of her tight pussy. I ignored everything, and just drove my rock hard cock in and out the full length of my shaft with every thrust, literally pounding her pussy. I was grunting as I fucked her, and my big nuts were slap-slap-slapping into her ass just below the entrance to her hole. She sucked harder on my neck, and her fingers scratched my back and dug into it with a vengeance. Fuck…I knew she wanted to mark me, to let everyone know that I had made love to her, but it didn’t matter and I didn’t care. She truly owned me, and at that moment in time the only thing in the world for me was her wet pussy and my eager cock.

I shut my eyes closed as tight as I could and tried to put my mind in a different place. I sped up the pace even more and pumped my rod in and out of her snatch as fast and as deep as I possibly could just to get it over with. But even so it took me a while. I must have pounded her hard for another nine or ten minutes before my balls started to churn. I was drenched with sweat by then, but thankfully finally the fantasy in my mind and the wetness of her hairy pussy and the tightness of her virgin hole put me over the edge and I ejaculated.

It felt so good and my body was so tense and I was so damn horny that I screamed when I came, and so did she. In fact, we came together, she and I. Her pussy seemed to grip my cock in rhythmic contractions as I was shooting my wad, and from the way she screamed and the way her body shuddered it was obvious we were coming simultaneously and with extremely intense orgasms. She grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into her, driving my cock as deep as it could go as I pumped out my cream and injected my sperm deep into her vagina. I just seemed to shoot and shoot and shoot, and all the while I grunted and she gasped. Finally, after I filled her with my load I was spent, and I wanted to run, but she wouldn’t let me move or pull out, and instead she wanted to savor that magical moment when a man and a woman have become one and the same.

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Then she added: “I know you didn’t want to do me, but you did. And I was tired of being a virgin. Now that I’ve had a stud’s cock, I am going to want it again. Nobody else will fuck me, and I like being fucked. So, make a decision, and either take the money or don’t. You whored yourself out, not me. But you got off, and you certainly shot a big load, so clearly you weren’t too grossed out fucking the fat girl. Well, don’t worry. Nobody will ever know you’re fucking me, much less doing it for money, unless you tell. But if you try and get out of our contract or if you avoid me or cheat, then I’ll make you infamous on Facebook. If you skip out on me before June I’ll ruin you. So, it’s your decision. Take the check, or leave without it.”

I took the check. Fifteen grand is a lot of money, and the “job” was potentially a way to make some real money in a few short weeks. And with the twenty I had in the bank, and the fifteen she was loaning me, if I added my truck to the pot I had enough to pay off Henry. I figured that ought to make him very happy. By a miracle I had basically come up with a way to pay off the debt. But of course now I felt like a whore, and in a way I was. I was a prostitute; a gigolo. A male whore. Who would have thought? Oh God….Jenny owned me now! And how long would it take me to pay her back? Oh God…could I really do what I was committing to? I felt so ashamed at that point and I was of course scared shitless my friends would find out. But there was hope now too, and I had the money now to pay of the debt and that should get Henry off of my back.

After Jenny gave me the loan and I finally got out of her dorm it was ten minutes past nine pm and I was suddenly rushed. I had no choice but to skip the shower and go direct to the warehouse, and the traffic was terrible and the trip took me over an hour to get there.

On the way my heart was pounding, and as I drove I was screaming at the idiots on the road and the slowness of the traffic, but there was nothing I could do to get there faster. Well, Henry would just have to be patient! I had the twenty grand in cash in my backpack, and a fifteen-grand check from Jenny to hand over to him, and then there was my truck and I planned to sign over the title as well if he needed to be paid in full tonight. So, I had the bet paid, and if I fucked Jenny often, I could make some real money and get back on my feet. Things were looking up!

As I was driving to the warehouse I was feeling good, and I figured Henry would be pleased. He had always seemed reasonable and I was feeling confident. Now, I know some of you would think I shouldn’t have gone, but at that time I sure didn't see any point in trying to run, and besides, as a student where would I go? Besides, I had the money, and so I was feeling good. And I wasn’t concerned about his castration threat, even though of course looking back I should have been. But at the time I was thinking that all the talk about taking my balls was just that. Talk. And beside, I had managed a miracle and scrapped up the money, and the money was what poker was all about. So, I wasn’t scared. I was of course angry with myself for losing so much money, but I had the thought that I’d get it back. Even win it back maybe.

The truth was that I was actually pretty pleased with myself that I had managed to pull the bet together in only forty-right hours. And as I saw things, I figured Henry would be happy to be getting paid, and so the logical thing for me to do was to show up and give him the money. I wasn’t keen on losing my truck, but if he insisted I had to pay it all tonight then I was prepared to give it to him, and luckily I owned it outright and had the title with me to sign over to him. But I was hoping he’d let me keep it and give him the last few thousand in a week or so. As I was driving there I wanted to call him to let him know I was running late, but I didn’t have his number. The truth was I really didn't know any of them well and as I thought about it I realized the Poker Club was pretty secretive about its members. But they had always seemed like nice guys, and so I felt ok, and I had the bet figured out and so I didn’t feel the danger. In hindsight of course, I should have run.

When I reached the warehouse there was only one vehicle parked in the lot. And of course, with it being ten at night it was dark as shit. My heart started to pound faster. I was nervous, but not all that nervous. Usually there were at least three cars on poker nights and the lights in the warehouse were on, but this wasn’t our poker night and so it was strangely quiet, and very dark. But Henry’s black Mercedes SUV was there in its usual place, and he was really the guy I needed to see, and I was sure glad he hadn’t left. But, I was ten minutes late and I knew that wasn’t a good way to start. Anyway, I went inside, to where we had played the games. None of the main lights were on, but there was one ceiling light on in the office where we played, and it was illuminating the poker table. It was just a big circle of light in an otherwise very dark room. Henry was there. He was sitting at the table, smoking a cigar and sipping on a glass of bourbon whiskey. Beside him was the bottle, and next to it was another empty whiskey glass. I hoped the bourbon was also putting him in a mellow mood. I knew we had to talk this out and I was very glad it was just he and I. Henry was just sitting and savoring his smoke and drink, all by himself at the table we used for playing the game on Saturday nights. Unlike poker nights, there were no other chairs at the table, and so I stayed standing.

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He leaned over and spat on it....letting the drool from his mouth fall down and wet my stub of a pole. As he did he said: “I can see you are terrified Jared. Hell, you are covered in sweat, and you look like you just ran a marathon. Well, I suppose I would be terrified too, if I knew I was about to be castrated. But you bet your balls, and lost, and you should have known this would happen when you made the bet you couldn’t cover. I certainly gave you enough warning. Right now, I think it’s best for you just to calm down, and relax, and let me nut you. Sometimes it’s just better to accept what has to happen.”

No! God no! His words once again got me to struggle, and I jerked against the ropes and arched my back once again, but it was a hopeless gesture and after another few minutes of uselessly struggling and pouring out more sweat I fell back again until I was flat on the table, the air rushing in and out of my nose as I gasped for air. Every muscle was hurting from the intensity of my struggling and the truth was that I was more scared than I had ever been in my entire lifetime.

As he was talking to me he was holding my cock, and he leaned over and added more spit to it, and then he started to rotate it in his hand and slide the skin up and down along the length of my shaft. Even though I was petrified and had fucked a pussy less than two hours earlier, and in spite of the three plus shots of high-class booze that was messing with my head, my dick started to stiffen anyway, the way it always gets hard when it’s getting attention. I stared at him as he worked my dick, and I grew harder and harder as his slicked up fist worked my rod up and down. As I became boned, he said: "Yeah....I thought you'd get hard if I played with it. You’re a hell of a stud. In spite of you being close to losing your nuts, your cock doesn’t care, and instead it’s just rising up and getting hard and eager just from the chance there could be sex in the air. Something sure is exciting it! Maybe your cock is eager for your castration to happen, even if you are not? Yeah, you are one very hot twenty year old! Jared, without a doubt you are a truly a stud.”

Then he smiled, and said: “You know, I ought to just nut you right now and collect the bet you lost, but well, I’m not in that big of a hurry. And looking at the panic in your eyes I figure you don’t want me to rush to get it done either. So, since neither one of us is all too eager for me to start cutting, I think instead I'm going to be really nice to you and let you squirt your wad one more time before I do. Clearly your dick would like to shoot one more time, and it doesn’t really matter to me if your balls are full or empty when I steal them. So, I’m up for some fun if you are. Ever had a blow job from a guy?"

I stared at him, and I shook my head even harder....shaking it side to side as I begged him and grunted into my gag. God, he was gay!

He was right about one thing. In spite of having shot two loads into Jenny’s cunt not very long before, my cock had grown very stiff in his hand, and as he worked the skin it got harder and harder. Soon, my small cock had transformed itself into my normal seven inches, and the big end of it was flared and purple. He was looking at it and then he laughed. After he was done laughing he said: "Well, how about that? You do have a nice cock after all. Surprise-surprise! God I wish I were twenty again! No wonder the women like you fucking them. Yeah, I bet you love shoving this beauty in and out of those tight little cunts! When was the last time…yesterday? Did you fuck another hot chick over the weekend? I hope you did, because this beautiful cock of yours won’t ever fuck another pussy again, not once I steal your balls it won’t. Sadly for you, no woman wants a man who doesn’t have his balls.”

I was shaking, and yet my cock got harder still, harder perhaps than I had ever been in my life. He added more spit to my cock head as he ran his thumb over the end of it. In spite of my fear, it felt good, and I didn’t want it to feel good. As he worked my cock that was slick with his spit, he grinned, and then he said: “Yeah, I have to say, you do have a beautiful pole and I really like the big mushroom head! I like sucking young men, especially red heads. I’ve always had a thing for young men who have red hair. And I've been thinking about sucking you for a long time now. Yeah, you are about as hot as they get. And I also enjoy the taste of a young man's cream."

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Then without another word he laid the sharp steel right up against the skin at the top of my sac, just between the two rubber donuts that were squeezing the top of my scrotum closed. I tried to struggle one more time, pulling against the ropes with all of my strength, but the ropes were tight and the four goons were still pinning me to the table with their full body weight. I couldn’t move at all! Oh GOD, he was going to do it! I didn’t want to lose my balls!

He looked at me, and our eyes locked, and then as he stared into my soul said: “You made the bet kid. You knew your balls were on the line but you made the wager anyway. Well, you lost. Losing always hurts, but hopefully the half glass of booze you drank will help make it bearable.”

He grinned then, and I felt him pull outward on my scrotum a little harder, and then I could feel the sharpness of the blade resting against the bunched up skin at the top of my sac. He hesitated, and let the moment linger, between a debt owed, and a debt paid. Between me being a man, and being a sexless neutered nothing.

Then his eyes sparkled, and he winked at me, and as he did he started to saw the razor back and forth, very slowly. He clearly wanted to drag it out, to make me feel it for a while as he was castrating me. Or perhaps he just wanted to savor nutting me? What I know for sure is that I was screaming, but the socks that were stuffed in my mouth muffled it. He didn’t care about my struggles or screaming, and instead he just ignored me and worked his blade, and as he was doing that he was grinning the entire time. I stared into his face, and I noticed some of my semen that was drying in the corner of his mouth. He looked into my eyes then as he castrated me, and as he was making the cut he said: "Yeah...oh yeah Jared.....this is very hot. You've got a big sac boy....a lot bigger than the other boy's I've cut. I'll always prize having it and for sure I'll never forget you. Too bad for you that you dared to play cards with the big boys."

He then looked up at his friends who were holding me down hard against the poker table and grinned, and then he said "This is fun.....Jared sure doesn't like losing his balls, does he?"

The men watching were grinning too as I was being castrated, and one of them said: "Nope. He’s struggling with every muscle in his body, and I don’t think he’s enjoying this nearly as much as you are Henry. Well, you warned him. Wonder what his girl will say when she finds out? Do you think she will give him another hickey?"

They all burst out laughing at that thought. As he said that, Henry started pushing the straight razor in then with greater force, much deeper, and I grunted and screamed louder and tried to get free with every muscle in my body. But they were pressing me into the table, and the ropes were tight, and there was nothing I could do but just live through my castration. I threw my head back then and stared at the ceiling and my muscles tensed as he cut off my balls. I closed my eyes tight, and then suddenly I felt the blade cutting like nothing else on earth....it was a searing pain that ripped through my groin and for a second there was nothing else on earth but that blade and my balls. And then, suddenly, that all changed in an instant and after that the sharp pain disappeared and only a very severe ache remained. The pain reminded me of a baseball game when I was fifteen, where I got hit directly in the nuts by a line drive baseball. Back then I had doubled over and grabbed my balls while my classmates laughed, but this time I couldn’t do anything and even if I could have I no longer had balls to grab.

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Great piece thanks. I would like to be a member of that Cuntry Club. Glad to see you back here.

@Anonymous - The Country Club has a couple of openings, and here's how to join:

Put $500,000 cash in a briefcase and have it with you;

Obtain a feisty 8-year-old girl you can safely travel with;

Contact 3 members of the Cuntry Club willing to sponsor you;

On a public park bench put the child on your lap and anally rape her; and

At the Club facility, during your introductory banquet, strip her naked and impale her.

That's how easy it is to join!

>>5259

Stay focused on my question, ok?

What girls or women in anime/manga are your favourite for necro fantasies?

If you want specifically Japanese comics and animated cartoons...

I'm not much into necrophilia but Tenshi Muyo had a scene where a girl is eternally entombed and that left a mark.

I crushed on Witch Hunter Robin when I was 12. Simultaneously had necromantic fantasies.

>>5274

Ah yes, Tenchi Muyo had a couple of girls and women in that situation. What did the girl that you're talking about look like? I Can help you find who she is if you want.

I can see why you'd have had a crush on Witch Hunter Robin, she's cute. As for Necromantic fantasies, that's interesting. What sort of necromantic fantasies did you have?

Npnsexual ones.

Listening tocint Eastwood by Gorillaz. Being a Ghost God and the like would be co, I'd always appear as the opposite od vanta black, the original cartoon ghosts. I'd look like a 2 dimensional cartoon ghost no matter the angle you look at me from. And armies of zombie gorillas.

Just ghost powers to the extreme ig

And iirc she had long white hair. It was a flashback battle about making friends and something... 2 youngest...

i believe this is the artist that make ashii before
http://comicstriparena.deviantart.com/
try to note her about it
she erased everything months ago and start a new

this artist know what we want

where is that coming from?

ecchi.iwara.tv/videos/w0qqjivn29tyylgxr

Lovely story, especially the end

Always glad to know that someone found it worthwhile to take a look. >>9895, thanks for replying. You’re two for two now!

Part of the fun is trying out different formats. This one is meant to be something like an article you might find in an old academic journal. Some of the “scenes” would have worked well in a traditional narrative format too, but I think this is nice. I typed most of this on my phone during a long bus ride. It would be embarrassing if someone saw, so I should be careful.

This story explores the idea of drawn-out death, taking place in the presence of persons who do nothing to stop it. I find that very exciting, so I tried to develop a few in this story. I hope you like them too.

The clinical detachment makes a nice change of pace from the normal fare here. Plus, lesbian prison snuff!

look good. Somme help?

look interesting. interested too.

he has an account at sexy amazons and at deviant art. But i don't know if in deviantart he has the same name.

Cheers!!!

>>7871

Yes he has an account on it but there is just some exemple of his work.
I don't know where to find all of it

Some news?

Ffs continue this story

Finish this story

Please finish!
Wanna see Weiss get brutally fucked to death by the trio of Minotaurs!

Yeah!

Thats not what i mean, is another one, this picture was just for ilustration, this is recent, the one i mean is very old

That's all i can do atleast i sent the source
>>7940

Thanks bro, i appreciate your help, but i did not ask for the source of this image, as i told the pic was just for ilustration, i already knew the source, this artist is very active here at gurochan

>>7978
Who's The Artist You Refering to Get the description you find?

I don't know the artist, the image was on a "Ada Wong" thread, here in gurochan, at the year of 2009/2010

I'm also interested in the translations. Can anybody help?

I've got some DIY coloring. Cmon help.

Enspelled

hentai.animeholics.org/watch/okusama-wa-mahou-tsukai/2/

Kissmanga is the one I use

Namira's Goat. Look it up on loverslab. (It allows for Dolcett style cannibalism).
Also, I remember there's a necrophilia mod to, but I never used it so I didn't remember the name. It might have skullfuck animations.

Your BEST bet is to contact FunnyBuzziness (he has a thread on 3DCG) and he'll point you to the best Wkyrim related mods. Really check out his thread if you haven't already.

Thank you. Do you have a link to his post?
I'm realyy confused with the sexlab mod's 'Ocean" =]]

FunnyBuziness
https://www.gurochan.cx/3dcg/res/6369.html

Namira's goat
http://www.loverslab.com/files/file/2177-namiras-goat/
and an update
http://www.loverslab.com/topic/57347-namiras-goat-cosmetic-update-reupload/

Thank you again 😍

That's Blood Otaku (also known simply as Otaku, which is not exactly a searchable name)

He also has a thread in /art/

https://www.gurochan.cx/art/res/1440.html