She makes me feel ways that I've never known before. The first time I saw Desirae, I thought my heart would climb right out of my throat, strut over to her, and kiss her on the cheek. My hands would sweat. My heart would pound. My mind would become foggy. But strangest of all, my mouth would water.

I wanted her in every way imaginable. I wanted to hold her hand. I wanted to taste her lips. I had to have her.

Unfortunately, I'm a coward, and I could only desire her from afar. From elementary school to college, I watched her blossom into a beautiful woman. My desires only became stronger as time went on, and the haze in my head became screams.

One day, in a particularly bold move, I approached her in the campus rec-room. She was playing a game of pool by herself, which I saw as a chance to get close. My heart stomped in my eardrums, and my mouth filled with the words I wanted to say. Well, that, and some saliva.

She looked at me and I knew she heard every lecherous thought I had ever conceived about her. She smiled and waved.

"Hey, Corey!" she said warmly. "Wanna play some pool?"

Holy hell, it's happening. Keep it together, Corey. Don't turn into a drooling idiot.

I shuffled over to her and grabbed a cue from the wall. After racking up the balls, she decided to break.
As she bent over, my eyes slithered over the nape of her neck and drunk in every bit of skin that they could. I had to wipe my mouth of the saliva that was pooling inside.

She wound back, and my skin tried to recoil off of my skeleton from the ensuing explosion. Goddamn, that girl can break.

After easily destroying me at three games, Desirae invited me to grab dinner from the cafeteria. In the first smooth move of my life, I invited her to dinner at a local Chinese restaurant instead. To my surprise, she agreed. We climbed into my piece-of-shit beater and went cruising down the road.

Sensing my nervousness about the whole situation, Desirae kept the conversation going by asking me questions about myself and my family. She asked if my dad still owned the little deli back home and if I still ran the slicer, if I still intended to major in history, what my hobbies were these days, and little things like that. It felt nice to have someone interested, even a little, in me.

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so since im a filthy boy i decided to finally do a thing ive been wanting to do for a while
shoutout to the author of waifu wars for introducing me to gurochan btw u rock my dude. nice dick
ive had the idea for geocide high for a very long time, started off as a rp with someone i dont talk to anymore but i think it has more potential than a dead rp idea so here
ive got a lot of weird kinks so ill probably throw more than a few in here after a while, but nevertheless, i hope u can enjoy it. feel free to suggest kinks u wanna see in it, as well as character archetypes who u wanna see dead

GENOCIDE HIGH

wuffy

Chapter 1: Exposition Hell

The sun beat down on the back of my leather jacket as I stood at the entrance of the school. Other students rushed past me; most of them bright-faced, eager freshmen, a few were grim-looking upperclassmen. It didn't matter who I was, though. Here I was, at the school of my dreams.

Summer's End High School.

Now, to the normal person, this high school was just your typical boarding school. Preppy, snobby students, and preppy, snobby teachers. However, I knew the truth to this school.

The rules of Summer's End were much more... Different, from your normal boarding school. See, these days, the population has been growing far more than communities can handle. So, in response, the government oversaw the creation of Summer's End High School. It's designed to give students an opportunity to help resolve this population problem.

In Summer's End, killing other students is completely legal. In fact, it was encouraged. At first, the freshmen would gasp in horror, and do their best to escape the school. But, the 20 foot high fences would keep them from running, and if they tried to climb, the upper 10 feet were highly electrically charged. If they managed to get past that, they'd need to get over the inwards overhang of barbed-wire. If they got over that? Landmines, all around the outside perimeter, were their last obstacle. In the 10 years this high school has stood, not one student managed to escape.

One might ask, but Daniel, why do you want to go to this hellhole? The answer is simple. All my life, I've had severe anger issues, which have manifested in a sort of fetish for killing my male peers. I did everything to ensure I'd get into this school, this... This Genocide High. Nothing could take it from mPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

- FF - FFM - cannibalism - snuff- castration - pee - and a lot more!

Nora and Lily are half sisters, they have the same dad but different mothers. Their father is a piece of shit and doesn't take care of them. They met eachother at school and found out later that they are half sisters, since that moment they have been best friends. back than Nora was 12 years old and Lily was 11. During a sleepover they were watching Hannibal and that moment they both found out they love gore and cannibalism, in the heat of the moment they started to touch eachother and made eachother orgasm. Now they are 15 and 14, they still watch a lot of porn and horror together while they get eachother off.


Nora has brown hair with blue streaks, blue eyes, C cup tits and a nice perky ass, shes also 5'6 tall and she dresses alternative . She is sitting in her bed, laptop next to her and watches a girl getting covered in cum during a bukkake, she's all naked and has 3 fingers in her pussy and the other hand is working her clit, her juices are flowing over her hands and on her bed. After a few minutes she has a orgasm and squirts all over her bed, she takes her 3 fingers out of her pussy and sucks them clean in her mouth. Her phone rings, she grabs her phone and sees that it is Lily "Hey! Whats up whore?"

"Fuck you, i was wondering if you want to come with me to that new BDSM club. Yes i know we are not legal yet but i'm sure that if we suck a few dicks we will get in"

"I just fucked my self and i'm covered in squirt, should i shower first or want to lick me clean?"

"You better come here covered in your own dirt or i will fucking cut you"

"Yeah love you too"

"Love you"

Nora than proceeds to grab her Michael Kors bag and puts her drawing book, mechanical pencil and canon camera in it. "Hmmmm what should i grab aswell" she gets over to her closet and opens it, she removes the clothes from the bottom part and takes off a lid, she made a secret compartment under her closet to hide her knifes and sex toys, she grabs her butterfly knife, buttplug and a remote controlled bullet vibrator. She closes the secret compartment and puts on some cotton black panties, thigh highs, black booty shorts and a croptop no bra. She checks her phone for messages and puts on some music, she puts her earbuds in and before she walks out of her room she sticks the buttplug in her mouth and pushes it up her ass, she than puPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

DEER HUNTING LORETTA
by DANTE



Loretta was really enjoying the raunchy house party, because everything about it was so mature. Having just turned fifteen she was by far the youngest girl there, of the guests, anyway, and when her blind date Ralph had to leave early, the host, a really rich guy who owned the house, talked her into staying, telling her that some of his musician friends were dropping over after their dance job to entertain them.

She didn't feel any particular attachment to this guy Ralph anyway, because he was a blind date, and had acted like such a nerd all evening, so when he told her he had to get up early the next morning, and pulled this just when the party was warming up, she was glad to see him go.

She had never seen so many ladies with big tits, wearing such expensive gowns. The party was so sexy, with men in tuxes and beautiful women in expensive revealing gowns, and there were even three teenage topless waitresses with really big tits, who were outrageously sexy.

They wore only open lace panties, that only partly covered the most important part, their actual slit, but showed the trimmed hair of their little pubic bushes above the waistband. That was a crazy thing to call it, because these panties were slung so low they didn’t entirely cover the girls’ clit hoods.

They thought they were so cool, because they had on provocative black garter belts, black nylons and red sexy high heel shoes. Most of these waitresses were a couple of years older than Loretta, and they all acted very mature. They had excellent figures, with full round breasts, and they weren't ashamed to have them bare, with everybody staring at them. They also didn’t seem to mind people being able to see the top of their cunts above the tiny abbreviated panties.

The waitresses were really blatant in their outrageous exhibition of their big tits, and they all had large gold rings pierced through their nipples. They were extremely sultry, and Loretta couldn't take her eyes off those daring nipple rings. The party was so mature that the sexy topless waitresses even gave her champagne, without asking her for I.D. This entire thing was totally adult. Loretta felt completely accepted here.

She'd really found the wealthy host, who's name was Rich, to be a much more interesting guy than her blind date Ralph, because besides owning such a beautiful house, he was very handsome and was in control, and he Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Another short story I wrote after watching a movie with my girlfriend. No, its not the one you might think of, though I did use the names of the two characters after I realized that the base idea was so similar.

I won't post tags for this one as it would spoil the surprise, so you will have to trust me on this one. If you like it, let me know, and if you don't let me know too (I am afraid gurochan is not the best place for a story like this, gruesome as it is).

Also, if you like it and want to read more, check out my website at www asstr org/~Eficient/


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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Clicking from one picture to the other, he kept searching for that one perfect picture as he masturbated listlessly. He had been close to cumming for the past 10 or 15 minutes, but he wanted to stretch it for as long as he could. Whenever he approached the point of no return, he slowed down for a few minutes, cooling off before he continued once more.

He was in no rush, he kept telling himself as he waited. After refreshing motherless one more time, he picked the pictures that caught his eye and then he refreshed it again.

But it was getting late, and he was pretty tired. Tomorrow he would regret not getting enough sleep, so maybe it was time for one more refresh and then he would finally go to sleep.

Outside the night was dark and cold. It had started raining an hour ago, and it looked like it would go on all night long. He hated rainy mornings, he thought to himself. On rainy days kids would enter the school dripping water and with shoes full of mud, and it would be his job to clean the floors after them.

Maybe the rainy mornings was not what he really hated, but simply his job. Though there were some perks to being a janitor in a school, especially for a man like him.

With that thought in mind, he refreshed the site on more time, but before it had finished loading, he heard someone knocking on his door.

He stopped for a moment, not knowing if he had heard right. It was miserable outside, and he wasn't expecting anyone, especially not so late, but a few seconds later there was another knock on the door,Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

There's no gore in this first post.

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"I hate them. I want them to suffer." Aron, my friend and coworker, had just witnessed his lab vandalized.

"You want to kill them?" I poured him more wine.

"Ha! I wish I could! I want to hurt them forever and ever!"

"I know how it is. I've been beaten, violated, lied to and about." I downed another glass. Drunk tongues speak sober thoughts. "Yeah, you're not the only one."

"You boys need to get over yourselves." Eli the redhead cuddled with her raven-haired girlfriend, Shenaa, who was also Aron's girl. Both lean and curvy, with firm asses and big tits.

"Hey, it's not impossible. We've all talked about it before. It's why I came to this field."

"To torture people?" Shenaa had grown very tired of yet used to her boyfriend and I ranting about all the ways it could be done. We were working with stem cells afterall. Shenaa was also well versed in physics, like myself, but all of us focused on biology.

But really, we pushed drugs. We were able to make several times our legal funding, as long as we didn't bite that hands that fed. My 3 coworkers didn't know I had other friends with scarier connections. Without them, I wouldn't have been anyone, and without me, my coworkers wouldn't have made any real progress.

"To make people last forever," I drank and slammed my glass, "for better and worse." I could feel everyone thinking back on my loss, several years ago, that I'll never be over.

The room was quiet. As angry as my innocent friend Aron was, nobody had anything like my hatred. I walked over to the immortal rat,who had grown rather fond of us despite discomfort now and then.

"How long are you going to just stare at him? Tell me again that you'd never hurt him." Eli voiced her concern again.

"No, I won't spell it out for you as I have before. I love this mouse."

"It's a-"

"I DON'T CARE!"

They were quiet. Eli tood up and left. Shenaa sighed and went with her, looking back at me and saying "Really?" before walking out.

"Douchebag!" Eli yelled from outside as she lit cig. I hardly shrugged. Aron just stared at me.

"What was that?" He stood up. "You're going to scream at my girlfriend? dude, you're a-"

"Quiet."

"What? No-"
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((I'll be posting a story soon hope you enjoy :D ))

Happy Birthday

(m/f, consensual, suicide, necrophilia, gore)

Edgar was having a terrible birthday. He kicked rocks with the toe of his boot as he trudged home but these small acts of violence did little to cheer him up. He was twenty nine years old that day and, as he reflected on his current situation, he was not pleased with where his life was.

The day actually hadn’t been that much worse than normal but since moving to the small farming town of Shadyvale, all of his days seemed terrible. Edgar was a cleric and served as a healer and spiritual guide to the people of Shadyvale. But it was always “Praise Pelor” this and “Blessings to Pelor” that whenever he mended a broken leg or cured a minor illness. The stupid bumpkins never acknowledged that fact that it was Edgar who actually worked all of this magic. No, there was never a “Praise Edgar” or even so much as a “Thank you Edgar” to be heard. He was a faithful servant of the sun god and he supposed that the dirt-farming simpletons thought that that meant that he wasn’t even a person in his own right.

The kicker to all of this was that Edgar wasn’t really a cleric of Pelor at all. His magic was granted to him by Hextor, the ruthless god of war and slaughter. And for a good number of years, he had been a model follower of this tyrannical god--he served his kingdom in times of war as a combat medic and, when that war was over, he lived as a mercenary adventurer doing any odd jobs that required his skills in tortuous pain-giving or mending of wounded flesh.

But he was forced to give all of that up when he had a falling out with the city’s local Adventurer’s Guild. He and a group of fellow “adventurers” had cleaned out a tomb just outside of town that had become infested with undead. Edgar had taken it for granted that any treasure in the possession of these monsters was part of the reward for their destruction but his partners had balked at this, claiming that it was “grave robbing”. What use does the ruined corpse of a long-dead noblewoman have for a wedding ring anyway? He had thought they had reached an agreement but one of his teammates had ratted him out to the guild. He barely escaped the city with his life but managed to stumble upon the small community of Shadyvale soon thereafter.

Which brought him to his current situation of patching up the boo boos suffered by the ignorant locals. At least the job cPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ziggF0f27o

"I miss Yalsi." Sister Izka spoke of the Sister Repentia who slept just outside the window. "I hope I get to see her again."
It had been a rough week. The process of stripping and shaving Sister Yalsi was tiring and confusing. Speaking of her like she was dead, Izka knew her former Battle Sister could still hear her, but she reasoned it as being like a spirit or ghost.
Yaski, for her part, stayed quiet. Was she sleeping? Izka wanted her to hear her.

'Always the sweetest one, how'd she become such a badass?' Yalsi wondered, eyes wide open and glued to the stars above her. So few could ever be lucky enough to have a home under the open sky. This was her last night like this.

The rest of the planet's citizens lived within miles of skyscrapers, never seeing direct sunlight. Her week of penitence as human being was over. She had been whipped and made to crawl through boiling water. Her skin was bruised everywhere. Bandages covered her.

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Zaz woke. 'Alley way in Commorragh' He thought to himself 'And I'm still alive. Man I'm just too awesome to die.'
He knew deep down it was only because he was sleeping in a smelly dumpster in a forsaken miles of trash, and he wasn't worth wading through all that. Several years ago some Hellions flew over and tossed grenades everywhere before being shredded by splinter-fire. Nothing major happened since that, except perhaps the odd rumor of a Khymera.

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'Like dogs...' The military parade was illuminated by a bright yellow light. Alya had been told that was what their sun was like. She was only 17 and considered enlisting. She didn't need to as only men were required, and some looked down on letting The Emperor's precious daughters risk their lives, but it had an appeal.
The tanks, the guns, the camaraderie... the Sisters of Battle blessing you and fighting by your side!
...but not how they treated people, sometimes. They muse deserve it, she told herself, but did The Emperor really want people to be whipped to death for forgetting their morning prayers? Sure, demon hoards would kill everyone. Still, what did the Sisters Repentia ever do? But like everything else, they looked Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

So, this is only chapter one for now. It continues from here and I'll update when I can. This first chapter is about a woman who awakens finding herself on a dissection table.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

The wooden table was at an incline and the straps that held her in place tugged at her skin as gravity tried to pull her down. She squirmed against it and against the haze suffocating her thoughts. Where was she? Last thing she recalled she was in her bedroom doodling and listening to music.

Her senses settled, and she looked around. It was a dimly-lit room with antiquated medical instruments on aged wooden tables. The walls were a grey brick, the floor was stone smoothed by so many feet. Most importantly though, was the small crowd of people surrounding her…watching her. They were all in lab coats; men, women, and…monsters? Her mind couldn’t seem to formulate an image for what her eyes were seeing but her attention was taken by a man who stood very close to her left side.

He was lean, with pale skin and black hair that contrasted his unearthly blue eyes. They glowed like pools of electricity the color of blue topaz. He was talking, but at first, she couldn’t quite understand him. His voice was deep, but gentle, almost soothing.

She shook her head and a pressure in her ears released. His voice came in clearer.

“When preforming this particular work, you must keep in mind that the environment has a distinct effect on the psyche of the person. You know where you are and what you are doing, but they do not. As such, you can create through this illusion the effect of reality, pulling on the imagination of the human. I will demonstrate.” His left hand rose, and she saw a scalpel being held between deft fingers.

She jumped, her heart racing and squirmed against the restraints, leather squeaking.

Finally, she found her voice, “No! Where am I? No! What are you doing? AAAAAAAHHHHHH!”

The blade made one long incision starting from her sternum down to her navel. She tried to twist, and his right hand planted firmly on her solar plexus to keep her steady. His blade worked around the navel then resumed its path down to her pubic mound. He went over the incision a few times, each time working deeper into her muscle wall.

Her lungs inhaled deeply with shock, then hyperventilated in panic. Her chest rose and fell in rapid rhythm to her increasing heartbeat. As the Post too long. Click here to view the full text.