The snuff movie entertainment park (cons, snuff)

"Hi I'm Tanya and I will be your guide through our park", the naked attractive bimbo with GG tits smiles at you. "The rules are simple. You can do whatever you want to every women and they all do whatever you order them to do. There are different studios with different settings. There is a filming crew in every studio for the technical stuff, eg. cameras, audio recoding,... and you can chose from an incredible large number of actors and statists to use however you please. I see you chose the Roman setting for your first scene, so let's go there".

The actresses for the big battle scene had already prepared and got dressed. On the one hand where the "Romans", athletic women with Mediterranean features and big boobs wearing nothing but having huge shields and sword as well as helmets. A centurion, even taller than the rest of them, additionally wore a fancy thing on her head and was shouting order in Latin. Following the order the "Romans" placed themselves in different formations. There were around 50 of these Romans.

On the other side of the studio were around 200 women from Germanic tribes, all naked, more than 6 feet tall and huge boobs. They had different weapons from axes to maces. They did not fight in formations or anything fancy like that, they liked to prove their manliness, eh womanliness by charging at their enemy without fear. As Tanya explained the numbers were chosen in a way that the battle was fair, the Germanic women had to make up their lack of discipline with numbers. They were preparing themselves for the battle by shouting and jumping, working themselves into a frenzy.


You walk over to the Germanic tribeswoman an ask one of them to suck your cock. She dutifully takes your cock into her mouth. You take the sword she lay next to her on the floor and just while your cock is in her throat you cut through her throat (below you cock of course). While cutting through her throat she makes gurgling noises and her feet start to trembe, but otherwise she dutifully holds her position. You throw her head into the group of frenzied German women, encourage them to fight like beasts and paint themselves in the now dead women's blood.

Via loudspeaker you also tell all women that they will be expected to fight until all warriors of at least one faction are dead, but when there is a loud signal ,they should stop in their track. Then you give the signal for the fight to Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

I performed an autopsy on the body of ANILINE, CAROLINE L. at the Hospital for Tropical Diseases

In London, England on the date of October 31, 2009 @1430 HOURS.

From the anatomic findings and pertinent medical history I ascribe death to:

A: UNDISCRIPT RIBOSOMOPATHY

AS A DIRECT CONSEQUENCE OF

B: ANOREXIA NERVOSA

Anatomical Summary:

I. Pulmonary edema

II. Anorexia Nervosa (clinical).

III. Cachexia

IV. Distended abdomen

V. Dehydration

VI. Liver necrosis and enlargement

VII. Leukopenia (found on microscopic analysis of bone marrow)

VIII. Distention of intestines

Report:

External Description:

The body is unclothed and un-embalmed and is that of a well-developed, frail 20 year old pale white female which measures 5 feet 11 inches in length and weighs 95 pounds. The body is at room temperature. Rigor mortis is not present. Liver mortis is in the dependent portions and is unfixed, blanching with pressure. The hair is dark black. The pupils are widely dilated and are round, regular and equal. They measure 0.6cm in diameter. The eye-colour is green. The nasal cavity is clear. The mouth is clear. No abnormalities are seen. The teeth are natural. The ear canals are clear. No injuries are seen of the neck. A small superficial abrasion measuring 1/4 inch is seen over the left breast. The abdomen is extremely distended. The female genitalia reveal no evidence of injury or disease. Multiple needle puncture marks are seen on the thighs bilaterally. The legs show no evidence of injury. The toe nails are unpainted. The arms are thin. An intravenous needle is present on the left arm. Fresh needle marks are seen in both wrists and on the back of the right hand. A superficial abrasion measuring ~1/8 inch is present on the back of the left hand. The finger nails are long and are painted black. The right hand shows minor desquamination.

Internal Examination:

CNS:

The scalp and pericanial tissue reveal no evidence of injury or disease. The skull is intact and shows no
fractures. The dura is intact and shows no hemorrhages, either extradurally or subdurally. The arachnoid is thin and transparent. The cerebrospinal fluid is clear. The arteries of the circle of Willis have their normal anatomic distribution and reveal no arteriosclerosis. The brain weighs 1100 grams and shows no focal alterations of the surface layers. On multiplPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Iris slowly approached the majestic creature, a big cat with a golden mane. She smoothed his black and white maid clothes and approached the lion, approaching slowly for caress him, making no quick gestures for not rushing him. When she placed his hand on the muzzle, the lion approached his head, rubbing against her. Then he stood up, revealing himself slightly smaller than her and he gently passed his large head against that of Iris, before giving him a little lick, while his fangs could tear it in an instant. Iris knelt down, running her hands through the soft fur, starting to rub the lion, laughing at his licks. She ran her hands all over her body and lion prides itself on that attention, rubbing himself to her, so that he overthrew her in his ardor.

Iris looked at him staying on the ground, waiting, breathlessly. The lion approached her and put a paw on her chest, which had the effect of causing breathe faster. the claws sprang of the paw and began to tear very slowly. Iris did not utter a cry, the lion is soft enough to tear her clothes without touching her skin. The claw went down her skirt up, the cutting through also. The lion raised his paw and Iris slowly undid the remains of his clothing, staying on the floor. The lion gently licked her body nibbling her neck, her shoulders and breasts. Obeying his signal, Iris stood up, putting on all fours beneath him, before revealing her neck, pushing her hair, leaving the lion plunging her fangs, making her moan of pain and pleasure.

Iris raised her buttocks, caressing the object of her desire from the beginning. The lion growled and the girl froze immediately. The lion released her neck and got up to put his paws on the shoulders of Iris, and brutally transfixed with his manhood. Iris groaned before to move for better welcome him in her, allowing her to move into her intimacy already wet with anticipation. An approver purring was heard and the lion began to move, making slow back and forth before to accelerate, making moan with pleasure as the claws sprang to his paws and to penetrate her skin.

Iris slumped forward, lion pressing harder on her shoulders. She knew that her shoulders were bleeding and knew that the lion was well enough educated for withdraw its claws if she were rejected him. But instead of that she will accelerate its movement , laying to the lion a new pace, to be more tired. The animal responded to his leadership, going faster in it. Soon she felt his semen fill her. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

"Hey little boy." The strange lady was tall and beautiful. Her skin was pale and her eyelashes were long and numerous. She wore black clothes, matching her straight silk, which draped over her big perky breasts. Her curvy ass was also large yet firm.

"Hello miss!" He was normally shy but started to grow very interested in her. She was always lurking in alleys and around corners. Sometimes they'd make eye-contact when he was with his oblivious mother in a coffee shop. Today hew wore his spider man t-shirt.

"Come home with me." She smiled. "I love spiderman."

"Oh, uh." He really wanted to, she was his crush. For that day and all eternity, as it would turn out.

"It wouldn't be a bad thing. Your mother and I see each other all the time."

"I guess she does know you. But I'm really supposed to come right home."

"Oh you can come right home alright..." She leaned in, her giant tits swaying in his face. The soft skin of her neck splashing into and over her collar bone and then her shoulders, like a skin waterfall; her veins were like streams of pure sugar in frosting of creamy cake.

"I'll give you a treat." She chirped, then swayed her breasts lightly.

"Oh, well I do love food!" He chirped, "I suppose just for a minute."

What would the harm be? She was beautiful and cool. Cool like his older sister's friend (who had warned him to stay away from her- she was a good Christian social conservative who hated drugs, but she wore dark clothes and argued with the elders a lot), or her other friend's cousin (whom he was also warned against and was far more of a rebel; Her clothes were black with twisted red symbols on them, she did drugs, drank, and fucked, and she had many tattoos and piercing- but she herself also warned him to stay away from this mysterious lady).

She brought him back to the basement she turned into a game room. He enjoyed playing games for some time, as she fed him finely cooked meats and sweets. He was so concentrated on gorging that he lost track of time.

"Oh!" He jumped up, "I m u s t . . uh" He stopped speaking as he realized the room was different. The walls. The walls were fuzzy and dark. There were patches of various brown and black shades shifting around. Spiders. "AAA AAAAAHHHAAAHHAAHHHH"

"It's okay." She walked around the corner into the doorway. She was naked.

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Ehepaar

Jetzt bin ich 25 Jahre verheiratet, aber das hätte ich nicht erwartet!

Kam heute doch mein Mann, Max, von einer Geschäftsreise zurück...

Alles der Reihe nach! Erst will ich mich einmal vorstellen.
Ich heiße Gisela und bin seit 25 Jahren mit Max verheiratet. Das wissen Sie schon? Ach, ja, habe ich Ihnen ja schon erzählt. Wie alt ich bin? Tja, wissen Sie, das fragt man aber keine Frau. Na, was soll's, Sie können es sich ja selbst ausrechnen. Ich bin 48 Jahre jung und kann mich noch mit vielen dieser jungen Dinger messen, wenn's um die Figur geht. Mein Max meint, schon wegen meiner Zitzen würde er mich allen anderen vorziehen. Außerdem hätte ich eine ganz heiße Muschi und könnte ganz hervorragend ficken. Na, ja, er ist halt etwas deftig in der Aussprache. Auch in der Liebe hat er es lieber etwas handfest. Wenn er beim Ficken meine Titten bearbeitet, spüre ich das noch am nächsten Tag. Er packt dabei immer eine mit beiden Händen am Brustansatz und drückt sie so zusammen, als möchte er sie mir abzwicken. Und manchmal beißt er mich ganz schön in die Warzen. Wenn ich dann vor Schmerz aufschreie, kommt er sehr schnell zum Abspritzen. Was er nicht weiß, ist, was ich dabei träume. Das erzähle ich im besser nicht, sonst …
Ich träume immer, ich wäre im Folterkeller der Inquisition und ein Mönch in weißer Kutte foltert mich zum Geständnis.
Wenn Max dann eine meiner Euter drückt, so ist der Mönch gerade dabei, eine riesige Zange daran zu legen und sie mir abzuzwicken. Dann schreie ich auf vor Schmerzen, wie mein Max glaubt. In Wirklichkeit habe ich mich so in meinen Traum hineingesteigert, das ich vor Angst schreie...Es läuft mir eiskalt den Rücken 'rauf und 'runter, die Warzen richten sich steil auf und meine Votze krampft sich ruckartig zusammen.
Ich bin also eine heimliche Masochistin! Bis heute!
Ich hatte den ganzen Tag schon auf ihn gewartet, meine Votze wurde immer feuchter, nein, sie triefte vor Geilheit, wie immer, zwei Tage nach meiner Periode. Ich erwartete ihn - und besonders seinen heißen, harten Schwanz - sehnlichst
Und da kam er!
Irgendetwas musste ihm gegen den Strich gegangen sein, sein Gesicht war ernst und er schnauzte mich an: „Wie sieht das hier aus! Was hast denn du den ganzen Tag gemacht?" Ich war ganz verzweifelt! Ich öffnete meinen Morgenmantel, ließ meine Brüste wackeln und spreizte etwas meine Beine. "Was soll das? Es ist 5.00 Uhr abends und du bist noch im Morgenmantel! Der Haushalt ist nicht Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

If I was a dictator, my country would be isolationist, and very censoring, a bit like the DPRK. On the surface, we would claim to not want to get involved in world affairs, hoping to instead focus on the "best interests of our own people". We would absolutely not start any wars against enemy countries, nor would we act aggressively or vie for revenge if a country has wronged us. There would be no tourism, no immigration, no emigration, and no international embassies allowed. We would be the "mysterious country which forbids outsiders". I wouldn't even meet other world leaders in person, instead preferring to speak through advisors or via webcam, claiming to be for "security's sake."

The country's society would be divided into three parts: The Government, The Enforcement, The People. The Government is made of the people who run the country's politics, myself include. The Enforcement would be the armed forces, which would also act as the police force. The Enforcement would also include teachers. The People would make up the average citizens: manual labors and such.

The Government is the absolute highest caste of society, consisting of people hand-picked by me for the job. The Enforcement, as the iron fist of my rule, would have to be conditioned severely. Training would be absolutely brutal, to make sure no shirkers of duty slipped through the cracks. There wouldn't be mandatory conscription, as only those who are willing to escape the life of The People are necessary. Any dissent or disobedience is punished with immediate execution of said person, with their immediate family being put into a labor camp. Every 2 months, the least obedient person of a battalion shall be executed, either by person vote or the commanders choice. The quality of life in The Enforcement would have to be better than The People, no matter how much money it costs the government, or how bad the life gets for The People, as there would need to be a reason to join. The People are your average citizens, working mostly manual labor jobs like farming, sometimes working at more prestigious civil jobs, such as doctors. Every male 16 or older that can pass some sort of loyalty test can apply for a weekly People's Care Package, which would consist of a box full of basic foodstuffs like bread, water, meat, and some incredibly addictive drug to keep the people dependent and stupid, probably meth or heroin. Enough would be included for about three people. The People would live in inPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

John Trimbell's eleven year old daughter, Trish, moped into the kitchen that morning and sat down with a sigh. He looked up from his paper and asked, "something wrong honey?"
"I really don't want to go to school today daddy."
He looked at her inquisitively, "It's Friday baby, just this one more day and then you're on the weekend."
He got up to pour himself another cup of coffee, and as he did she rose and slowly walked over to him.
"But dadddyy, you aren't going to work today." She almost whined at him.
"I have the day off and...." He cut himself off as he felt his daughter hug him almost sensually. He began to get hard as her little body pressed against his. She was just beginning to enter puberty, her chest was still almost completely flat and her tight pussy was just beginning to be fertile. He was noticing changes in her behavior as well, she was much more flirtatious with boys, and the looks she gave him made him start to think of her less as a daughter and more as a sex object. He tried to hide his hard on from his daughter, but she pressed right against it and unconsciously rubbed it, making him rock hard. She definately felt the bulge in his pajama pants, but pretended not to notice as she smiled up at her handsome daddy.
"Pleeeassseeeee Dadddyyyy???"
He thought for a second, "Alright honey, just this once."
She jumped up and down, "Thank you daddy, you are the best" and then gave him a kiss right on the lips, lingering just a moment too long.
then bounced into the living room.
John, couldn't help but watch her ass as she went. She had outgrown her nightgown an he could just see the bottom of her ass through it.
"Don't you think you should be wearing underwear young lady?" He asked.
She flopped on the couch, without realizing it that her night gown rode up to her waist giving him a clear view of her young hairless pussy. She noticed him staring and smiled, "It doesn't look like you mind daddy."
His hardon seemed to get even stronger, and he blushed as she stared at it.
Just then her mom came downstairs, and with one look instantly could tell what was going on. "Young lady, stop teasing your father this instant. If you don't I'm going to have him teach you what happens to little sluts like you."
She instantly snapped her legs shut, but was curious enough to ask, "What does happen mom?"
"They get fucked honey."
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Girls getting turned to stone, out of system of my other stories.

Magic Exists and It Can Be Petrifying

Everybody loves magic tricks. Young and old, boys and girls. There was a summer magic event at a Japanese town, where little Amy, or Eimi, had fun watching various magicians doing magic tricks. Unfortunately, she had to be back home until 5 PM, because her parents were worried about her 12 year old daughter. 'This is such a bother...' She thought at 3 PM as she was walking home, which was in another, smaller town. Her parents didn't know she would go to that magic show. She lied about that because they'd never let her go otherwise. 'My friends said they would be there...' But it turned out that they didn’t lie to their parents, so they weren't allowed to go. 'But it was so much fun! There were so many magicians!'

As she was walking through a suburb, nobody was there. They were either in town, or at work, or home having lunch or afternoon nap. But then she stumbled across a girl her age who was happily heading towards the town.

“HiiiI!” The girl greeted Amy. “Were you at the festival?”
“Yes, I was. I wish I could have stayed longer, but it was fun!”
“It would be even more fun if I was around.”
“What? Are you a magician?” Amy said in a surprised tone.
“Of course! Want me to show you some magic?”
“Uh… I would love that, but I already spent all my allowance…” There were magicians on the festival who would do magic individually for a small amount of money. Amy had already spent her money.
“Doesn’t matter! Real wizards and witches do magic for the sake of magic!”
“You are a real magician?” Amy asked, even though she knew magic did not exist.
“Yup! Some of us pose as magicians, but we actually do magic. But you mustn’t tell anyone!”
“I would like to see some magic. But don’t ask me money if you say you do it for free!”
“No way would I trick you like that! Now prepare for the transformation!”

“Eh?” That made Amy confused. “You’re going to do a trick on ME?!”
“Of course! Now don’t talk, you’re interrupting my channeling!” The girl said while with closed yes, her hands moving in a conjuring motion. “What is your name?”
“My name is Amy. It’s an American name, spelled in Katakana as e-i-mi, but in Romanji it’s just a-m-y… Wait…” She was scared. “If this is real magic… It’s not, is it?” Amy knew it wouldn’t be, but you can never be sure.
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I've already paid for part of a comic that will be at least 4 pages by a talented 2D artist, but I just can't come up with a script or outline that I am happy with. I have some ideas which I'll list below, but if anyone wants to write one, or even part of one, or if there are parts I want to use, it'll be made into a comic which I'll be posting back here.

What I'm having done in general terms is a story about girls who appear around 9-13 years old being hurt and killed by strong male characters via beating, blunt weapons, knives, swords, guns, and/or any combination. The lolis are possibly raped or seduced as well. I like to have many victims, not lingering on any one of them, just getting plowed under by the "heroes." Ideally, the girls start out either unaware of what's going to happen, or very overconfident in their ability to fight and/or get their way via seduction. Their unexpected and violent death has a humiliating factor. Bonus points if the male characters are either virtuous and justified in their horrific behavior, or at least sarcastically so, like raping and killing some sexy bratty lolis for littering.

I have all kinds of basic ideas for a setting that would lead to this kind of action but I can't come up with details I like. Here are some ideas you can use, or come up with something else, or combine them! If I like it, I'll use it, and you'll see it. I have 4 pages coming but I might do way more.

Here are some rough concepts I have, which you are free to use or ignore:

-One or two heavily armed male characters facing down a horde of lolis in a Smash-TV style televised tournament, or in an arena
-Sexy loli cops raiding the criminal hideout, which doesn't go well for the girls
-Infiltration of the school/training center for the evil loli schoolgirl terrorist organization which must be systematically cleaned out, for justice
-Invasion of the loli aliens, who look like regular 9-13 year old human girls except for extremely skimpy outfits, high heels, and cute little antennae so we know they are weird aliens. They're here for our purses and makeup, and must be stopped before any more damage is done!
-Sworn to protect and serve, a police man must patrol the streets and dish out harsh justice to the evil criminal girls who jaywalk, loiter, chew bubble gum, and solicit prostitution probably

If anyone has anything they can come up with, I'll really appreciate it and I'll put it to use! Thank you!

So a while ago I read this story that was called the message. It was about a young girl that was kidnapped by a mafia too send her dad a message. I have not been able too find it for a long time. If anyone has any idea where I may find this story please tell me