Swift Justice

Part 1

Introduction

By the year 2003, society was fed up with crime and the way that criminals convicted of capital crimes evaded punishment with seemingly endless legal delays. Justice delayed is justice denied. This was especially true for the families and friends of the victims.

Even when an execution took place it was performed by the painless antiseptic method of lethal injection. It could hardly be considered punishment when compared to what the crime victims frequently suffered. Murderers that should have been fried escaped their just end. The Charlie Manson gang escaped execution as did Susan Smith the child killer. The death sentence of the torture murderess Judith Healy was commuted. Even when Aileen Wornose the female serial killer was executed, it was by lethal injection and not by electrocution which she so richly deserved. Enough was enough.

By a two-thirds majority national vote, a new criminal justice code was put in place that eliminated most of the unfairness to the victim's family and ensured swift punishment of the perpetrator upon conviction of first degree murder or treason. A different type of jury system was also put in place that allowed for a quick but fair trial.

The new system was rooted in the belief that for capital punishment to be a deterrent, it must be certain, exquisitely painful and humiliating. Capital punishment should be punishment. The convicted criminals should contemplate their misdeeds while writhing in agony in a public forum.

Lethal injection was replaced by the only method of execution that allowed for the precise delivery of pain, pleasure and humiliation to the executee - THE ELECTRIC CHAIR. Society had turned full circle. Depending on the jury's decision, the man or woman could be electrocuted quickly or slowly depending on the nature of the crime thereby ensuring that justice was properly done.

The following is the story of Laura Mae Wells, a beautiful but treacherous woman who tried to beat the new system. She used her sex to wrap men around her fingers and get what ever she wanted. When she was finished with them, she had them killed and disposed of without a trace. But the last time, she was betrayed by her accomplices and now must stand trial for first-degree murder. If convicted she would immediately go to the electric chair.

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Well, I seem to be completely stuck on my next story, so I thought I would leave this one here. I wrote it in a couple of hours after seeing a picture of in motherless (50DBFBC). Let me know what you think!


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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When I got out into the balcony I found her, leaning against the glass railing as she watched the city. She didn't seem to notice me at first, so I simply watched her as I sipped my beer, feeling a little annoyed that another one had managed to find her way into my room.

From behind I could see she was wearing some very short shorts and a black strapless shirt that was almost transparent. I felt my mouth watering as I imagined sucking her breasts.

When I couldn't wait any longer, I walked slowly towards her, trying to get as close as I could to her before she noticed me. Luckily for me, she seemed distracted and I was a few feet behind her before she finally turned around.

“Hey!” I said as I watched her medium sized breasts, poking under her shirt.

When she saw my face she stood still, looking into my eyes with her mouth halfway open in surprise. She was rather pretty, I thought, with her short blond hair and the round face.

“How did you manage to get in? You know this is a private room, right?” I asked her, feeling a little annoyed as I already knew the answer.

She had probably given a blowjob to one of the hotel workers so that they would let her in. A stupid thing to do in this day and age, but she didn't look very bright so far. I waited patiently for her to speak, but like most fans, once she found me she didn't know what to do, so she stood there watching me, her face a mask of panic.

“I am… I... I am sorry, I really wanted to meet you...” she finally managed almost a full minute later.

The more I watched her, the younger she looked. Surely she wasn't older than 15 years old, I thought to myself as I took one last sip from my beer. When it was finally empty, I threw it to one side, and I went towards the railing.

“Well, here I am, pleasure to meet you.” I said to her as I leaned against the thin glass edge. “Nice view isn't it?”

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I tried my hand at cooking guro, mild I believe. Feedback would be good.

Lizard roast.

Ever eaten a lizard? A lizardgirl?

Their meat is juicy and tangy, like spicy snake. Especially tied to a spit and roasted alive.

It's what we ate at the Lizardgirl village with our trade caravan, buying slave animal girls to sell to butchers of monster cities.

When me and Emiko visited the village to trade, we were invited to a feast. Passing a small trophy hut full of preserved pretty feet and heads, we were invited to dine with the village shaman, a lizard girl who was going to prepare the best feasts.

It came to be that she'd serve her best daughter, roasted over a fire, which we also offered to supplement with one of our own:

"Chocolate glazed human girl."

Everyone looked at Emiko, voluptuous, her chocolate skin, her large breasts, bubble butt, thick thighs and soft face was delicious, for one brief moment. Human was another delicacy in dolcett world.

The Lizardwomen smiled, offering Emiko a cup of berry wine. "We can guarantee a VERY pleasurable experience." Taking the cup, Emiko chan shyly smiled, and took a sip.

"This is good!"

"We'll be marinading you inside a keg of it, can drown you in it if you don't want to feel the pain of roasting." Civilly explained the lizard woman, whose face was very humanlike save for scales.

"Can I ask what happens then?"

"We'll take the body, take the head and feet off, and spit you, from anus to neck, and roast it along my daughter."

Her daughter, gagged, did not resist as she was being tied to a large metal spit, arms and legs bent back to be housed by metal rests alongside it. We could not take our eyes from the sight of her anus and pussy, which was apparently cleaned, and now being pumped with some sauce by the youngest lizard girls, and a human slave girl who apparently grew up with them, an iron collar around her neck, wearing nothing and looking quite happy.

"Of course, we'll cover you with chocolate as your thick body roasts, and fill some hot chocolate inside your ass and neck and stomach."

Emiko giggled, finding the idea of being a savory rump of meat eaten by monstergirls very funny.

"I will sacrifice myself, but...I want chocolate and wine till I faint." She grinned, poPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

(This thread is long overdue.)

Like the Ultra-short story thread, but all stories should be more than 100 words, but no more than 300 words.

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Rosa and Miyu were going to die, but that didn't bother them; the fact that they were to die naked in front of the entire school. Their crime was having lesbian sex on school grounds. They were blissfully unaware that cameras were installed in the bathrooms when they had their fun.

The guards made them get on their hands and knees with their legs spread, facing away from the audience so that everyone could have a good look at their holes.

Two male classmates with high marks were given the honor of carrying out the executions. Robert and Drew were the chosen executionors, and both practically leaped from their seats to the stage when their names were called. Both boys were handed shotguns and approached Miyu and Rosa.

Drew, being Rosa's ex boyfriend, decided to be the one to end her.

"Why did it have to be you to kill me?" She whined as he stopped in front of her with the gun.

He shrugged his shoulders. "Not my fault you're a such a slut. It's really fitting that you should die with a pole in your mouth." He chuckled before raising the gun and pressing it against her lips. She moaned, but parted her lips for him to insert the barrel.

She wanted to ask him for a final fuck, but before she could signal for him to wait he pulled the trigger. Her head disintegrated into a spray of brain, blood, and bone that covered the front row.

Seconds after Rosa's body collapsed into a twitching-and-urinating mess, Robert pushed Miyu's head to the floor with his boot and pressed the gun against the back of her throat. BANG! Her neck disappeared into a puddle of gore and her body spasmed as her head rolled on the floor.

The battle for my city didn't last long. For the first few days, it seemed likely we were stuck in a siege that would outlast our attackers.

We had an abundance of small arms and vehicles, not to mention rockets which we thought they lacked entirely, but we underestimated their numerous snipers, molotovs, and miniguns. Pipe bombs were especially shocking, as our county guard had grown accustomed to facing ineffective duds that would fizzle out.

On just the 1st day of the 2nd week, they catapulted dozens of explosive to high ground. They had triple the troops our officials estimated and were far faster than anticipated. I got calls and texts to stay in the center of town but instead approached the danger, observing from quiet rooftops. For each rocket that took an arm from the enemy, their innumerable bullets shredded several soldiers.

Women ran through the streets. A mousey but heavy-chested brown-haired girl, barely old enough to smoke, was chased down by a pair of motorcycle thugs who stripped her and chained her to both bikes, one by each wrist, and made her run faster than I knew she could. I'll admit, seeing her firm body struggling to keep pace and getting her feet shredding on the forsaken gravel gave me a boner. Her breasts bounced wildly, almost falling behind her sides. I'm sure they were bruised simply by the force of their bouncing. They disappearance around a corner and reappeared around another, again and again in circles. They slowed down as she tired out until she could not run any longer. When her legs gave up, she was dragged full speed, screaming and crying in agony as her butt, belly, and breasts were all torn from her by the rough ground. they slowed down once more and a third biker slammed a broken rifle into her ass.

Men, women, and children were massacred by shotgun and fire.

Another young girl, who was smaller and had smaller boobs and shorter black hair that was tied back, was laid face down on a picnic table. Her elbows were bent under the sides and her hands were nailed up to the underside of the table. She kicked her legs wildly as a hideously masked man held her but firmly in place and 2 more held her arms.

The whole while, her whole family and some friends were held at gunpoint, watching several strangers- monsters- do this to her. The guy who nailed her palms stood and I saw his face was painted green, white, and black in a camouflage sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I decided to repost all of my short stories in one big omnibus thread, wherein I shall also post any short stories I write in the future, assuming the thread doesn't go falling off the end of the list as has happened before xP
Do comment on anything you liked, or if you want to make use of one of my ideas for settings, items, etc. I love feedback!

My actress and I usually work on dubbing body Inflation and weight gain literature, but we wanna branch out a bit. Anyone want to have their stories read?

You can check out her work on our YouTube channel, sexyblimp. Since her work is fairly professional, I think charging a $.90 fee to download an audio recording of a guro story would be an okay price. So, any ideas? What stores would you want her to read?

So I do rp with an old friend. Since the Nobles and Clones story, we have made some use of that concept, if not that world because there are inconsistencies. Basically Clones populate the ’harems’ but other girls outside that structure are fair game to be brought home for any use desired. These stories won’t always or strictly follow one world or set of rules, but intros or in-story exposition will substitute for what we establish before we start playing. Nixon is generally the harem master. These are just cleaned up copied straight from our play. I will get back to Nobles and Clones soon enough, but I thought I would share, as we often bang out an entire story in one sitting, and if we didn’t think they were fun enough to maybe be worth sharing, we wouldn’t bother. Hope somebody enjoys!  we'll post some more of these when we get the chance to play through them

Ps-these are not heavily edited, I just take our rp and quickly make it a narrative, there will be spelling, grammar, and punctuation errors, it’s just quick story for the sake of quick, cute story <3

Porkchop, Lin, and Codi

One of the forgettable cuties in our harem brings over a play date, Lin is Chinese and maybe 11, right at the cusp of puberty, old enough to have a training bra and be anticipating it, but not quite there, and completely adorable, and we quickly decide there's no way we can pass-up such a gift. We invite her in, her harem friend gives her a drink, spiked with booze, and she gulps it down, the drink sweet enough that she doesn't notice the alcohol, and light drug cocktail. Within 15-20 minutes, the petite Asian cutie is singing and sunken into the couch
The harem master has another youngster brought over, a girl affectionately known as ‘Porkchop’. She is 13 and chubby bordering on lightly obese, with bright red hair and an extremely huggable belly and pinchable cheeks, even if she doesn’t love her features as much as the harem master. She’s kind, but very quiet. She looks at Lin, not sure what to do.
Lin is on her 4th full drink, which despite the taste might as well be big glasses of vodka, the kid is well on her way to SMASHED.
She notices the chubby ginger looking at hering at her, stumbles over and hugs Porkchop, rubbing her cheek on the chubby cheek...'mmm, you're soft, and warm....' she looks at Porkchop with her cheeks pink from booze and embarrassment, slurring her words a bit 'can..I kiss you?'
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I wrote this for this motherless threadhttp://motherless.com/V011D374

I would wait until she was home alone one night and then sneak in after she went to bed. I would sneak into her room, then rip the sheets off of her and taze her.

Repeatedly.

Once she fell unconscious, I would tie her up spread-eagled in her own fucking bed, and I would then proceed to fuck each of her holes bloody. After an hour or two of this, I would break both of her legs, and both of her arms.

I would prop her legs up on the side of the bed, and then jump on them, shattering them. Then, I would bend her elbows back the wrong way until they snapped.

At this point I will go and turn on the oven.

Now, I get an empty hypodermic needle, and after pinning her head down, I would insert it into her right eyeball. I then proceed to remove the vitreous fluid from that eyeball. Now, with her right, deflated, eyeball hanging loose from its socket, I would bring her head up to my rock hard cock. I would line up my cockhead with her left eye, and fuck it. After about three thrusts it would burst, but I wouldn't stop fucking your screaming daughter's eye socket. I would ejaculate in the mangled remains of "your little bundle of joy's" blue eye, my cum mixing with the vitreous fluid, which I would scoop out and feed to your now gibbering daughter.

Now I would grab the blind cunt by the hair, and drag her to the kitchen, with the now warm oven. I would place her legs on the chopping block, she would be so scared, she couldn't see anything. I grab a cleaver, and remove her legs.

She would let out a horrified scream, as I put her legs into the oven to start cooking.

I would repeat the process with her arms, but I would not put them into the oven just yet. I would shove one, hand last, up her ass, and then I would fuck her cunt, with her fingers playing with my balls.

I would be beating her over the head with the other arm, until I came once again in your defiled teen daughter's well used cunt.

Then I would shove her other arm all the way up her cunt, hand first.

I would survey her broken form, blinded, still with her right eyeball hanging from its socket, a small amount of cum and vitreous fluid in her other socket, de-limbed, with one arm shoved all the way up her cunt and the other shoved all the way up her ass.

Now I would bePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Getting a little frustrated getting myself to write Abby's story so I wrote this short story as a way procrastinating. Have a sort of world idea for it, so I may write more.

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She ran with a practised, predator's grace leaping over large stones low branches and high roots. At times it was hard to tell whether she ran on two feet or all fours, her body always low to the ground and her hands grabbing onto everything about them in order to pull herself forward as much as her legs pushed. She was quite a sight if anyone had been watching, dark brown skin glistening in the morning sun as her slender, muscled form pushed itself through the underbrush. Her hair hung nearly to her waist in heavy brown dreadlocks, not held back by anything simply bounding around her face while she ran. She wore little. a necklace of long bones hung from her neck, the only thing that covered her chest, a rough leather belt that housed a small though packed pouch, and a loop that held a stone knife with a leather wrapped bone handle. The last bit of covering could hardly count as clothing, two straps crossed between her full breasts, holding a long quiver filled with three narrow javelins with barbed tips and a single smooth spear as long as she was tall that had a strangely honed stone head, no hints of chipping to create the edge, as though the sharp stone had simply been found in that shape.

Before long she took to the trees, sprinting as easily along the branches as she had the forest floor, bare feet finding the trunks of trees for but an instant and launching her toward the next while her hands caught onto branches allowing herself to fly further than even her strong legs could throw her. This way, as only the most attentive would notice, she made much less sound, only the occasional scrape of skin on bark, rather than the snap of the scarcely noticed branch that would come from crushing the plants on the ground. The only sign of her quarry was a barely seen flash of antlers in the copse ahead, but it was enough to push her onward.

The chase lasted almost the entire day, the sun that had been rising in the beginning was orange and glaring through the trees by the time she caught up to her exhausted prey. The Hunter dropped to floor of the forest, the beast leaned against a tree, looking at the Hunter and panting heavily. It had been a good hunt, lasting most of a week, the Hunter finding her quarry's trail beside a river, following it to the bPost too long. Click here to view the full text.