/lit/ - Literature

I'd like to thank Astrid P. and others for helping me write this story. This was my first real attempt at writing, I hope its guro enough for you all. Feedback is welcomed and encouraged, as I would like to improve myself.

I like it! Short and straight to the point. Nice twist on the show's events, and, in some ways, it's a change for the better. I still can't believe how the later seasons of GOT turned Baelish into a shadow of his former self. Littlefinger I used to know would get the fuck out of Winterfell at the first mention of "Chaos is a ladder".

Canonically, there would probably be no post-mortem rape (faceless man or not, Arya was still nobility and someone Sansa was struggling to love throughout the season, I don't think she'd allow, let alone encourage such defilement), but hey, we're in Gurochan, so it's just a minor remark, not criticism.

Since you wanted feedback ( / critique?), here are a few points. But these don't mean that the story wasn't enjoyable, by any means! It definitely was.

* There are a few places in the text that would benefit from proofreading, i.e. Ctrl+F "the dim lights": a sentence starting with a capital letter, and one that isn't a grammatically correct standalone sentence (was it meant to be a comma there?). Same with "Littlefingers" in one instance. Also, I believe "War of the Five Kings" is written this way in-universe canonically, c.f. "World War II". And "they could arrested" should be "could have arrested" (and I believe there was one more such issue somewhere in the text that I can't find now). And "Every pair of seemed to stare her down" misses "eyes".

* Some occasional minor issues with the "flow" of the text. For example, "She had agreed." would work better as "Her sister had agreed.", since there are two female characters here and the abundance of "she" pronoun makes it confusing. Another thing is "Both of which had served her..." which should be a part of the previous sentence (this perhaps qualifies as a grammar thing instead of a stylistic issue, but don't quote me on that). There's also "Sansa took a breath, Arya feeling a rush of excitement" which feels... off, I think this structure works when parts of the sentence describe things that *one* person can perceive, like "Lara fell onto the floor, her leg hurting and her vision blurred". Same with "Her mind blank, no idea what to say.": this sentence consists of two of these "additional" parts but misses the main part with the actual subject and the verb. The sentence with "twisted and trembling" in it has the same issue. And "~~" has no place in proper writing.

* Speaking of style, the text sometimes jumps from a "literary"Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>11081

Oh my, thank you for that detailed response, sorry I only got back to you just now.

Yes, I'm aware that kind of thing wouldn't really be canon, but hey, like you said this is gurochan. ^^ Also, thank you for pointing the various grammar flaws. Admittedly, english isn't my first language so I barely even noticed most of them but I'll keep them in mind and improve.

Again, thank you for the detailed analysis, very much appreciated!

>>10159

S-sorry Miss Myers. I jerked off a lot but couldn't help it! And sorry I'm months late!

**

Some Extra independent chapter

**

Miss Myers was quite intrigued and excited to meet the new assistant teacher. Her profile simply read as Kim Cutting.

She was a curly, red-headed woman who looked no older than 24, with bright white skin and freckles that put her out of place as an authoritative figure. But Miss Myers read that she reformed many, many boys (and girls) using "corporeal adjustment"

Miss Myers just wondered how she'd handle the biology lesson coming up this Monday. She decided to pay her a visit.

What she found was quite interesting. It could have counted as child abuse in the past, but now in this school, it was different.

Her room was decorated spartan, save for a few visitors...and furniture.

Ms Cutting was seated on a comfy office chair, writing her first notes and script for her first lesson. The office supplies however, were mostly children.

Boys and girls, completely naked, were often furniture, or tools using their tenderest parts due to their punishment. And they were shockingly quiet.

One of the quite rowdy students, Robert whom Miss Myers had never managed to discipline, a boy of 10, was whimpering, his huge penis' urethra housing several pencils and pens, as did three other kids, their erect penises housing several writing implements, young boy shafts reddish from straining expansion. Each had an expression of pain and had sweat on their faces which Ms. Cutting occasionally wiped with a kerchief before resuming writing.

Basically she used every naughty kid who had sexually expressed anything as a test.

Her profile told as much of implementing an incredible reform. If the student lost function of his penis, he was gelded, and the useless penises and balls recycled...alongside the student's entire body! Meat for the kitchen, bones for glue, leather, blood for ink, the student was recycled in a humane, painless and environmentally friendly manner.

Needless to stay, her old school reported that discipline was incredible.

"Good day, Miss Myers, how can I help you?"

She stood up and amiably shook Miss Myers' hand with a bright smile and invited her to sit. "Please."

Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

>> Her room was decorated spartan, save for a few visitors...and furniture.

Oh, stuffed heads on the walls will never spoil the simple spartan spirit. As well as necklace with little teenager balls and earrings with the preteen cocks.

>>10967

Have patience. After a Creator's Update gone wrong, I'll continue writing this. I already got some ideas...like a "dissection lesson"

>>11014
Sorry for my English, it is my fourth language.

"Dissection lesson" is grate. What about a lesson were a students learn about boy gentiles developing from a new born to an adolescence. Mother of the class students will donate their boys for this lesson while the teacher (woman of cause) slowly sliced their scrotums, penises and testicles. Starting with a new born and then a toddler, preschool,preteen and then one or two boy from the class.

Of cause it will cause a lot of laugh to see muffled boys screaming into their gags when their boyhoods are taking from them.

>>11015

Miss cutting will anesthetize as much as school budget will allow. She isn't a complete monster.

Well, that was fucking hot. I love monsters and huge cocks.

Eyy, Tsade!

Recognize ya from the /efg/ thread!

>>11145
Hiya! Gurochan would best be called my second home since a bulk of my commissions come from here and they don't mind my more extreme tastes.

I admit it, I enjoy being fucked up the ass.

As you will probably have already gathered, I - Alastair Simon Lawes - am not a man with many hangups about enjoying the things I find pleasure in. I'm a bisexual, necrophiliac murderer and cannibal, though interestingly I'm not a rapist. I don't find any joy in taking by force what so many people over the years have been willing to give me freely. Their intimacy, their virginities, even their lives and flesh. I'll gladly receive when given, but never take by force.

I'm also not aroused by urine or faecal matter. Some of the clients who come to my club are, and that's their prerogative, but for me there's nothing sexy about them at all. Give me saliva, semen, sweat and blood any day.

Anyway, where was I...? Oh yes. On a boat with a cock in my ass and another in my mouth. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Janet – still gorgeous in her mid fifties – with a glass of wine in hand and a couple of fingers in her pussy, watching me suck and be fucked by two equally gorgeous (though much younger) men. She was wearing what was technically a long black evening dress, but honestly it was more like an ankle-length cloak with a broad strip of ruffled fabric across her midriff. It left her small, still-firm breasts and hairless pussy fully exposed, and her nipples were as hard as the diamond rings that pierced them.

The men I was fucking were Twin brothers, pierced and tattooed with that black over-the-eye emo haircut. The only way to tell them apart was that one's hair falls to the left, the other to the right.

There was certainly nothing different about their generously sized penises, as my very VERY close inspection was proving.

Lest you think this tale is going to purely involve my homosexual side, I'd just like to point out that my own cock was busily filling out my favourite employee, Bridget. Tall, lean and muscular, with straight brunette hair to the points of her shoulder blades and unsettling blue eyes. Not actually that beautiful, but with a sultry confidence and knowledge of her own sexual tastes that more than compensated.

All the girls I employ are aroused by the prospect of their own deaths and those of others. Deep in in their libidos is a simple equation: “death = sex”. Doesn't matter who, what or how, if somebody is dying, they get wet. They aren't alone in that impulse either – I make millionsPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

______________________

Worth Waiting For: Chapter 3



I woke to the sound of automatic weapons fire.

Nothing to worry about, of course. You can't live on your own private island in international waters without needing some protection, and the protection in this case comes in the form of a mercenary team who live and work on the island, protecting it from pirates and making sure that whenever somebody is snuffed on the island, they are consenting and have received permission from me.

Recruiting them is a tricky balance. The natural choice of person to act as private security for an island full of necrophiliacs and cannibals would be, well, necrophiliacs and cannibals. On the other hand, you really don't want to have emotionally unstable murderers wandering around with automatic weaponry. So, the trick is to find veteran mercs who are into snuff but not unstable, or ones who are so utterly jaded that they genuinely don't give a fuck so long as the pay's good. And the pay is VERY good.

The live fire training exercises and target practice that keeps them sharp can be a pain in the ass sometimes. The island isn't very big, so the sound of assault rifles will wake you up pretty much wherever you are, which is inconvenient if you have a massive hangover. That's why all the apartments are soundproofed.

But of course, I wasn't in my apartment.

The fire pit was still glowing faintly, for which I was grateful. It gets warm quickly on a tropical island, but the mercs start their drills early on training days, so it was still chilly, with a light mist coming off the lagoon and I didn't feel much like walking back to my apartment just yet, so the heat from the banked embers was very welcome.

If not for the loud hammering of rapid-fire from the barracks, I'd have enjoyed waking up stark naked on the beach by a fire. I'd held a private party out here last night. Just me and a lovely Russian girl called Anastasia. She'd long since gone cold of course, but I pulled a few tender strips of meat off her carcass and chewed them thoughtfully as I watched the sun rise over the ocean.

I became aware of footsteps behind me and turned. The man who was approaching didn't bat an eyelid. He'd seen me naked far more than he'd seen me clothed, and the cooked carcass of a human being was an extremely common sight on the island.

“Good morning, Harry.” I greeted him with aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Name: Lorekeeper @ 2014-01-01 07:34 ID: f33daf

In appreciation of the influx of consensual guro stories of late, I'll repost some more of this old classic by IMadeAWrite:



The Christmas event at Club Moros doesn't actually take place on Christmas day. People want to spend the day itself with their families after all, and even though most of us are thoroughly non-religious, there's still something about snuffing people on the day itself that feels... uncomfortable. So, the actual event is held two weeks before, on the tenth. And it is easily the most fun night of our year.

There is of course the attraction that it's one of the fifteen days per year on which we snuff one of the Moros girls, but there's also a tradition of gift-giving which is uniquely.... us.

The private yachts and planes have been arriving for days, each bearing a party of Moros club members and a number of gifts.

Many of those gifts will be for me. Others will be for other club members, or for the Moros girls. One or two will be gifts to the club as a whole, and all the gifts are the same: They are all living human beings, and by sunrise on the morning of December 11th, they will all be dead.

It is, in short, the single largest annual mass suicide/homicide in the world. Last year, eight lives came to a violent end, four of whom were club members who presented themselves to me as presents. It's the one night of the year when self-snuff is allowed, too, and last year two of our patrons wound up taking their own lives.

This year, the party was already off to a good start. I had been pleased to receive two snuff-slave gifts: a beautiful young Italian man from Janet, and a Brazilian call-girl who'd met with her former owner via the Moros network.

Bridget and Madison had both also received gifts, admirers who were club members thanks to the patronage of a wealthier member and who had gladly given themselves to their favourite M-girls. I was also aware that their patron had signed Janet's half year snuff-slave contract and sealed the deal with a gift of his own wife. So, we were up to six just within the first hour, though none of them were actually dead yet.

People were apparently holding a competition to see who could arrive the most fashionably late, and we didn't really want to begin the snuffing until most of the attendees had arrived.

Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Name: Lorekeeper @ 2014-01-01 07:38 ID: f33daf

True to my word, June had to wait a long time before her end came.

The rest of December was spent enjoying her thoroughly. She still expected every day to be her last and was unreservedly sexual throughout. She shunned clothing and took every opportunity to fuck me or anyone else I ordered her to. Several times, I had her while we watched the ultra-slow motion footage of her family's death by exploding dildo.

Then the First of January came round, and it was time for the first M-girl snuff of the year. She spent the whole day quivering like a violin string, expecting to be chosen for a double-snuff that night.

The “lucky” girl that night was Eva, who was auctioned for ninety-three million to one of my favourite clients, a leading world expert in anaesthesia and pharmacology who regularly made use of willing M-net victims and Moros snuff events in unofficial (and unpublishable) clinical trials. With a shot of his latest creation to the back of her neck, Eva apparently felt no pain at all as the client and Bridget took her apart well past the point where shock and trauma would ordinarily have killed her. When she finally expired, she was staring in amazement at her own heart as it stopped beating.

January was a slightly calmer affair as June got used to the idea that I was serious about waiting for an opportunity to make her death genuinely special. Interestingly, we became more intimate. Our sex stopped being quite so frequent, vigorous and carnal and became more... intimate. I began to think of it as lovemaking rather than fucking. We'd spent the previous month trying pretty much everything, and I still fondly recall a fivesome with June, Bridget, Annie and a male client. Now, it was an exploration of just how good it could be to devote yourself to one person for a time.

On February the first, Mercedes “won” the lottery. She sold for a hundred and seventeen million and her purchaser decided to hang her from The Frame and bisect her lengthways with a chainsaw. I always enjoy it when somebody does that, because the result is inevitably spectacular, sending a fountain of blood and torn meat all over the club. Watching it got me so hard that my dick felt abnormally heavy, almost painful – as if I might snap it off if I exerted myself too hard. This didn't stop me from fucking June's tight anus for the first time while a young Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Prettydead, you are amazing.

This was good.

Equal Justice

(Part 1)



Introduction



In the year 2003, the Electric Chair had returned, favored by the majority of Americans, as the primary means to carry out the Death Penalty. The application of the new swift criminal justice system code with the immediate public execution by electrocution in that heavy oak chair of shame had a powerful deterrent effect on society. After 200 executions in the first year alone (150 men and 50 women) the capital crime rate dropped off dramatically. Assaults, robbery, break-ins and crimes of all sorts especially gun violence by youths fell by nearly an unbelievable 70%. Edited video taped versions of actual executions were shown to senior high school groups to scare the kids straight. The impact on the audience was electric. The young boys and girls would squirm in their seats watching a young man or woman getting strapped into the chair but they would not be shown the actual electrocution unless they were 18 years of age or older. The school principal would just describe the censored parts to the audience.



Watching a video of a criminal, man or woman half-naked, sizzling while strapped tightly into an electric chair will both arouse and frighten the viewing audience. You can count on the viewer empathizing with the victim getting electrocuted right before their eyes. They will be captivated by the scene and couldn't help imagining what it would be like having thousands of volts of electricity surging through their own body unable to escape the leather embrace of the death chair.



Most people contemplating committing a capital crime would think twice lest they wind up a public spectacle, jumping, writhing about and screaming while the juice surges through and convulses every muscle in their body for the voyeuristic pleasure of the crowd. And did it work!



Yet there were some who would be so aroused by the scene that they would actually be drawn like a moth to a flame to that electric death. Maybe it was the challenge to avoid being caught or being the focus of the death drama as they were tried, convicted then prepped for electrocution and finally strapped into the chair and fried. It could be the final explosive orgasm the condemned get during a slow electrocution or the helplessness of the leather bondage with the electrodes attached to their body sending powerful electric shocks through them unPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

(Part 2)



By Doc Rob



Clyde is Prepared for Electrocution



The guard escort stopped at the end of the corridor and they turned to enter the prep room before the large green door. The sexy nurse in the short skirt followed the precession into the room. She was going to play a key role in getting Clyde ready for the electric chair. She was the traveling executioner's helper whose job was to get the condemned ready for execution. Her shapely legs were bare and suntanned and her tight short mini dress accentuated her large firm breasts. Her long wavy hair framed a pretty face and along with her knockout body, would arouse any man and even many women. But that was her purpose in the execution preparation room. For the time being, she walked to the side of the room and just watched the proceedings.



Clyde looked around the room and saw a barber chair with straps and shaving utensils on a table beside the chair and a table with straps and a raised area which would elevate the buttocks of anyone who had to lay over the table.



The guards ordered Clyde to undress. He had to take off every thing including his socks and underwear. He was somewhat embarrassed when he pulled down his under shorts while the nurse watched his every move. As his shorts rolled off his hips, his semi erect penis popped out. The presence of the sexy nurse eyeing him from her vantage spot was arousing him. Next the guards strapped him into the barber chair and immediately began cutting his hair with scissors and an electric shaver. When they were finished they lathered his head and legs and shaved off nearly all of his body hair.



The nurse now walked over to him and introduced herself to Clyde. She said' "Hello Clyde my name is Lisa and I am here to help you through your execution. I will be with you all the way and if you listen to me and go with the flow you will have an easy time of it". "I see from the condition of your penis that you like me - that's good"! She reached over to Clyde's rising member and holding it in her hand said, "The electric chair is easier to take if you are fully aroused and sexually excited when the juice is switched on". "The orgasm you get will take away the pain from the electricity going through your body and you will float away in a state of ecstasy". "I'll keep you excited up to the time you have to sit in the chair", "is Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

(Part 3)



By Doc Rob





Bonnie is Prepared for Electrocution



Lisa calmed herself down. The court house staff congratulated her for a job well done so to speak. The execution went like clockwork as she got Clyde to accept his fate and die in the chair without incident. Lisa went to the ladies room to clean up and wash off her vibrator. After changing to a fresh pair of panties she was ready to get Bonnie ready for the electric chair.



Lisa as a young bisexual woman, found that participating in and viewing a man or woman die in the electric chair by anal electrocution, a powerful aphrodisiac. After participating in dozens of executions of both sexes, she became an expert in the electrocution of men and women's bodies. She knew how to help the condemned derive sexual pleasure from the execution experience. She also knew how to use electricity to deliver varied levels of pain from a mild tingle to an excruciating stinging fire deep in their bodies. And she knew how to deliver the juice in such a way that the condemned would be aware of every volt and amp of electricity for the longest possible time. She was now going to apply her skills and knowledge to her favorite execution subject; a young slim beautiful woman named Bonnie Richards.



Lisa found that watching a young man's bodily reactions to being electrocuted in the chair sexually stimulating. The preparations of the condemned would be her foreplay and the main event - the execution her orgasmic fulfillment. A man's reactions were all to obvious always centered on his penis. The effects of electrocution on a man were easy to gauge. But a woman was another issue. Her sexual organs were inside of her body and her arousal and orgasms were more complex. It would take a knowledgeable woman's touch to properly electrocute another woman. Lisa was very excited about getting Bonnie prepared to die in the electric chair. Her job now was to provide a satisfying experience for the condemned, the witnesses and the State. She gathered her composure to carry out the death sentence and make sure that justice was served. But within her boundaries, she will calm Bonnie with words and her skillful touch, staying with her all the way up to the time Bonnie is strapped into the chair and her young supple body wired for electrocution.



Lisa wearing a short tight skirt and high heelPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

(Part 4)



By Doc Rob





Bonnie's Erotic Execution in the Electric Chair



Back in the death chamber, the assembled witnesses were eagerly waiting the infamous guest of honor to take her place in the hot seat and fry for her crimes. Some of the men and women witnesses commented to each other in soft whispers about how erotic it was going to be watching a young beautiful woman die in the electric chair. Experienced witnesses spoke in low tones about how a woman's quivering tits boil out and squirt during the electrocution. And also about how the woman writhes and jumps around in the electric chair opening her legs so you can see her wet shiny pussy slit dripping female love juices on the hot seat as the electricity hisses and sizzles between her legs.



Several bright spotlights illuminated the elevated electric chair from above and the exhaust fan was turned on to draw away any offensive burning smells emanating from Bonnie as she is electrocuted. All eyes were now turned to the green door to wait for Bonnie's entrance into the execution chamber.



Holding Bonnie's hand, she was led out of the preparation room flanked by the four guards toward the green door. As Bonnie walked slowly with small reluctant shuffling steps toward the green door, she concentrated on the feeling of the anal electrode up her ass and the ridged dildo teasing her vagina and clitoris. Tradition called for Lisa to say at this time the infamous words, "Dead woman walking"! As they arrived at the green door, Lisa reached up the front of Bonnie's short dress and clicked on the vaginal vibrator buried in her cunt. Bonnie's vagina contracted with sweet spasms around the vibrator sending butterflies fluttering in her tummy. Lisa wanted to wait up to the last few minutes before turning on the vibrators. She didn't want Bonnie or herself to have their orgasms prematurely. Lisa's main job now was to gauge Bonnie's level of sexual excitement and contain her orgasmic explosions until she sits in the electric chair and the switch is turned on. Lisa also wanted her orgasmic climax to take place when Bonnie was getting electrocuted - so she had to control herself. Lisa now reached under her dress and clicked on her vibrator that was covered by her panties soaked from her love juice dribbling out of her cunt. She took a deep breath of relief as she climbed to the next level of sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Has anyone seen "Secret Justice"?Or can someone re-wirite "Secret Justice"?

Well, welcome to post other erotic electrocution stories!!