While my main focus is Fire Emblem stories, I also let my Patrons pick non-FE girls for the polls. Last month, Asuka from Evangelion won - so here's her story.
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Asuka's Brain Rape
tags: non-con, M/F, rape, brainfucking

Asuka Langley Sohryu sighed, loudly expressing her disappointment with the whole situation she was in. Forcing to stay after classes to clean up was already annoying, but she was also forced to do it with those three stooges! She made every effort of showing them that she blamed them for the whole thing, screaming at them while she made her way to a distant corner of the classroom. Shinji Ikari seemed unphased by her rudeness, obediently going to clean by himself. However, neither Kensuke Aida nor Toji Suzuhara were too willing to do any cleaning. Asuka took breaks from time to time to look at them, but the two idiots were just talking about something while sitting on a few desks. They were just quiet enough that she couldn’t make out what they were saying, only hear their voices. They were also looking in her direction from time to time - with stares that were nothing but lecherous. Even if Asuka wouldn’t admit it, she was a bit curious about the topic of their conversation - it would help to ease the boredom that came with cleaning like that. With that in mind, the redhead began to move towards them while still cleaning the floor.

“Man, it’s great that you managed to get these photos, Kensuke. Even if she’s so harsh to deal with, she also has an amazing body.” Of course. The perverts were talking about spying on some girl. “Yeah, and this time I’m sure I took some good ones. This new hiding spot let me see all of it. I’m kind of jealous though… Shinji probably gets to see it every day.” Were they talking about her? “Dunno man, Asuka would kill him if he ever tried to spy on her.” They were! And they had also taken pictures of her! “Idiots! Perverts! I hate you! Give me that camera!” The German girl screamed out while suddenly springing to her feet, and ran towards them, as fast as the skirt of her school uniform let her. “S-she heard us!” Kensuke called out, while trying to run away. However, he didn’t get far, for Asuka slammedPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The author is gone from the scene, and I don't want these stories to be lost. So here they are for your reading pleasure.

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Mindy is begging for her life. She's really embarrassing herself - I mean what's the point? He's going to kill us all anyway.
It's the first time I've seen Mindy naked. Well, it's the first time any of us have seen each other naked, but I never realized how skinny Mindy is. She has long legs and long arms and narrow hips and a tiny waist. Barely any boobs too - just bumps really with puffy pink nipples.
She's shaking badly - little round bum jiggling, standing in front of him, hunched over with her hands on her upper thighs like she has to pee and sobbing "… please … please … please let me go … I don't want to die …"
No shit, none of us want to die, but it's going to happen no matter what. Well, maybe not this morning. There’s a warmth in my belly that’s getting harder to ignore. Her cheeks are shiny with her tears, snot is dripping from her nose, and her lips and chin are slick with drool.
"Take it in your mouth." he orders her again holding the gun out at her eye level and she responds with a long, whiney, "… noooooooooo …"
I've just about had it with her - why doesn't she just get it over with? I guess I'm impatient because I'm next and I hate this waiting.
Cassie is sitting on the floor of the kitchen in a puddle of her own pee almost right beside the table he made me sit on to wait for my turn. She sits cross-legged with her back against the wall, her elbows resting on her knees, her head hanging down like she's staring at the floor. Her shoulder-length blonde hair is hiding her face. She is shivering and wringing her hands. I think she's desperately holding on to life.
Her inner thighs are pale and her lower tummy above her naked crotch is plumped out - and it's not that she's fat or pregnant, I think it's just that she is concentrating on keeping her belly relaxed so it doesn't hurt so much. The bullet hole halfway between her belly button and her sternum is still leaking and a blue ring of bruising is forming around it like a grim halo.
"… mmmph …" she is making a soft little grunt with every laboured breath and she keeps swallowing and burping wetly. I can hear the struggling sounds she is making as she swallows, trying to cope with what's going on inside her belly.
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Reposting my first guro story upon request with some grammatical corrections; original 2013 content is untouched in the interest of not George Lucasing myself.

I'll post one chapter every day for the next few weeks so that no one gets overwhelmed. You should have the entire thing by late December/early January. If you want it sooner, email me and I'll send you the PDF.

Obligatory disclaimer: Summermount is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any of the crimes committed in this story--not even the ones committed by the good guys. He does, however, condone the befriending of cats. That is a positive thing.

Summermount

For Gurochan, by Andlex

Erica and Dani

Bart sat on a roof and observed his target through binoculars. Her name was Erica Winters, a fifteen-year-old sophomore in Summermount High. There was something about her that fascinated him, something that beckoned him. Presently, she sat close to her little sister on the hotel bed, watching TV. From his vantage point, Bart could only see her top half—she wore a tight white T-shirt with no bra, shoulder-length blond hair and tan skin still wet from a dip in the pool. The girls' balcony covered her lower half—the hotel was one of Summermount's tallest buildings, and Bart had to settle for the roof of a far shorter apartment a quarter-mile away.

Dani slid off the bed and walked out of Bart's line of sight. Erica waved at her, then returned her attention to the TV. Bart pocketed his binoculars, picked up his bag, and set out for the hotel.

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"You seriously going out in that?" said Erica. Her sister turned looked over her bare shoulder.

"Yup."

"I can see your tummy."

"Yeah, well, I can see your nipples."

"People aren't gonna see me. C'mon, pull your shirt down. You're too young to dress like that."

"I'm fourteen."

"Point in case. Case in point. Whatever."

Dani pulled her shirt down from her ribs to her hips, still revealing a sliver of skin between it and her shorts. "Good?" she said.

Erica gave her a thumbs up. "Not gonna do the whole ponytail thing?"

Dani combed her fingers through long, red hair. She shrugged. "Nah. Takes too long."

"It takes literally five seconds, dude."

Dani held up a finger. "Case in point."

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Introduction

Trying to reduce the federal spendings, during the last year of the Trump administration, the congress passed a law to cut the fundings of the Child Protective Services in all the country and instead try to earn some money on the process.

The first stage of implementation consisted in selling the girls, aged 4 to 17 on public auctions. They were sold to individual, but soon, businessmen realized the potential, from waterparks to use them as live human bait for their shows, to medical research corps.

The girls were implanted with a chip to kill them within 5 months if not been killed earlier, mainly to prevent their reproduction, but also for humanistic reasons, preventing long agonies and isolation periods.

This was considered by some as a measure to reduce the population of inmigrants and the low classes.

Slut.

There she stands, propped against a pole in the subway carriage. Perky nipples straining against the thin fabric of her tight white cropped top.

Head bowed towards her cell phone screen and earphones shutting out the outside world, her tits undulate invitingly as she giggles at the contents of whatever messages she's reading.

Most provocative is her stance: she steadies herself in the swaying carriage. Her creamy legs shoulder-width apart. The skin of her thighs seem to glow. Wrapped around her bum is the briefest pair of purple shorts. The crotch of the thin fabric clings to her mons like a second skin. A cleft is acutely visible to all, revealing the curves of her cunt lips.

Isn't she aware of the camel toe she's sporting?

Maybe she knows, but doesn't care.

Or maybe she wants people to look.

And send to us lesser male mortals that "Hey, I'm pretty. I'm perfect. And I'm out of your league."

Bitch.

She couldn't be older than early twenties, but with these South Korean tarts, it's hard to tell for sure. You know those types, those Korean pop music or drama idols. Porcelain skinned, endowed with delicious curves.

Beautiful.

On display.

Unattainable.

I was in the country wrapping up a project. It is late in the evening, I'm heading back to my apartment after a session of hard drinking at a seedy bar with the local crew.

Squeezed a few of the bar girls' tits, stuck my finger up their cunts too. Earned me a few mock admonishments, with enticement for me to pay if I wanted so sample the goods.

But I had to call it a night with a flight back home to catch in the early morning.

Hated to have to leave. Frustrated. Needed to fuck.

Then this attention-seeking whore comes along.

An announcement for my stop. I shuffle to the door of the subway car.

She, too, turns to exit the platform as the doors open. Eyes glued to her cell phone, she marches out on her long slender legs, oblivious to others who may be in her way. Typical queen bee. Uppity bitch.

I fall in step behind her, my gaze fixed on the sway of her hips and the fullness of her buttocks. I imagine tearing off those disgustingly skimpy shorts and penetrating this tease right in the middle of the subway station.

An impulse takes me. I follow her.

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She lies supine on the preparation table, naked if courae, as I ready my various instruments in anticipation of the feast ahead.

Her closed eyelids barely flutter as I part her shapely slim legs. The drug-induced coma a necessary act of mercy for the acts that would befall her lovely body.

I trace my fingers down her mons, and part her shaven nether lips to reveal her sensitive nub hidden under it's protective hood, which will soon be powerless to my assault.

I pleasure that clit with my tongue and collect the juices that flow out into a sauce dish. When fully engorged and out of the protection of the clitorial hood, a pair of fine lacquered chopsticks hold on to that nub of female flesh, readying it to yield to the kiss of stainless steel.

With the sharpest blade in the kitchen, the clitoris comes off, hood and all. A quick dip into the dish of love juices, and then placed on my tongue.

As I close my mouth around the severed clitoris, I savor the explosion of flavors that ignite my tastebuds. I keep the clit in my mouth, grateful for the experience of holding in my mouth what used to be a comely woman's most treasured part, and now sitting on my tongue and destined to be devoured.

With the dying clit deflated and dry of all further flavors, it is nothing more than a morsel of meat: to be chewed up and ground by my teeth.

A quick swallow.

And it's perhaps tragically anti-climatic that one could hardly feel the remains of a battered piece of female sex going down one's throat.

But other delights await...

I turn my gaze to the inner lips and run my fingers over the slick secretion coated surface. I marvel at the velvety texture that is the side leading into a woman's sex. Holding a lip between my fingers, I reach for the same knife and proceed to part the flap of flesh from the vagina in an unhurried manner.

There is no need to rush. On the contrary, this rare opportunity to consume intimate flesh should be savoured, every millisecond of it.

The first lip - the left one - goes on a bed of rice, dipped into the dish of pussy juices and fed to my waiting mouth. A shame that the lip proves a little rubbery, requiring a fair bit of concerted chewing before it is ready to be swallowed.

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Time Loop Snuff Doll (M/F, noncon to con, choking, beheading, mutilation, revival)

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At the sound of her alarm, Corrina woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Her fingers quivering, she reached up and touched her neck. She was alive. She could breathe.

Slowly, Corrina took in her surroundings. It was her room. A twin-sized bed took up nearly a third of the space in her apartment room. Next to her work desk, a small rack of assorted weights, resistance bands, and a rolled up yoga mat. To her side, her alarm clock read 6:00 AM— her usual wake-up time, for her morning exercise regimen.

Corrina was an avid athlete, and took great pride in her commitment to personal fitness. A yoga routine to start the day, biking to and from work, a spot of weight training in her free time, and a jogging route in the evenings to clear her mind. All her life, Corrina had worked very hard on herself—

But it didn’t matter last night. Or was it tonight?

The last thing Corrina remembered before passing out was the sensation of fingers around her neck.

Someone had been following her on her evening jog, she was certain of it. Corrina had been fairly confident she could outrun them, outmaneuver them, outfight them, if it came to it. But she’d been wrong.
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Summer means little girls in swimsuits. Tanlines, bare bellies, and fun with water that leaves t-shirts clinging to skin. It's a time I'd normally be spending out and about, prowling the beaches for kids to ogle and use to fuel my fantasies. This summer is different though. I don't have to leave on such frivolous excursions anymore. These days I can have all the fun I want from the comfort of my home.

It's time for dinner. I'm enjoying a quiet evening in my kitchen loading up a tray with tonight's meal: a big tasty sandwich and a tall glass of lemonade. It's been a good day. With a calm smile, I take the tray and make my usual trip down the stairs of the basement.

The stairs lead into a short hallway. Several doors line each side of the hall, but there's only one I'm interested in this evening. I stop in front of that door, setting the tray down to fish the key out of my pocket. I unlock the door and put the key away before picking up the tray and letting myself inside.

The room is dark, so I step in and flick the switch on the wall. A bulb overhead clicks on and my heart melts with the usual joy as the girl's eyes blink at me.

Her name is Juliana. Twelve years old. Short dark brown hair, fair skin. She's currently in bed, groaning as she shakes her head from side to side. Having spent most of the day in the pitch black of her room, she squints in discomfort as she struggles to adjust to the light. It's so cute how her face scrunches up, and so I just stand there for a minute and watch her. I notice her body shifting under her covers. I think she's trying to reach out and block the light with her hands out of reflex, but she quickly realizes that it's not possible and gives up with a whine. She can't do anything about her predicament when she's trapped under the blankets. The best she can do is turn her face away, but that's about it. She's known defeat like this countless times since the day we met and it's as amusing as ever. I can't help but chuckle.

"Dinnertime, kiddo." I grin as I approach her bedside. I set the tray down on the nightstand and grab a nearby stool. I sit down next to her bed. Before anything else, I need to get a look at her. I reach for the blanket and pull it down, exposing Juliana's entire body from underneath. It's a simple effort, one made even quicker given that there's not much of her left to expose. I amputated Juiliana's arms and legs six months ago, so I only need to pull the blankPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Original Prompt:
Name: Vanessa (Up left), Cristal(Up right), Olivia(Down left), Nataly(Down right)
Age: Vanessa 16, the rest are 14
Characteristics:
Vanessa - Rich, a bit spoiled, extremely seductive, was raised to follow family rules no matter what as such she is still a virgin
Cristal - Headmaid of Vanessa's retinue and Vanessa’s best friend, always proper, obedient to her superiors, wants to be dominated and is a sexualy frustrated virgin
Olivia - Shy but very caring and motherly, has the biggest and most sensitive tits that are actually lactating even though she is a virgin.
Nataly - Rough around the edges, flippant, and acts like a delinquent. Secretly wants to be punished and hurt. Accidentally deflowered herself with a sex toy.
Setting: You are a Chairman of a school for rich ladies. One day you save one of your students (Vanessa) from being hit by a drunk driver but you are sent to the hospital. After a week you return back to school and you are approached by Vanessa. She tells you that according to her family rules her life now belongs to you, and she will serve you in any capacity. She also tells you that she researched you and as such knows your darker preference, and as such she presents you her maids/underclassmen as a first tribute to do what you want and implies more girls will be provided as long as she stays with you.
Request: I'm ok with any snuff method you want but I want at least one cooked and eaten. Fuck all girls before snuffing them. If you are in the mood and you decide to keep Vanessa alive how about MC fucking her and his daughters(Vanessa’s or other maids (preferably after they are 14))

Title: The Chairman's Prize Possessions
The sun was just beginning its descent when a luxury car slammed into a group of students crossing the street. Chaos ensued as screams filled the air, but amidst the chaos, one voice stood out above the rest. "Master!" It was Vanessa, her rich, expensive clothing now torn and dirty from being thrown against the pavement. Her dark hair was a messy tangle around her perfect face, which bore an expression of pure relief when she saw that her life had been saved by none other than Mr. Johnson, the Chairman of their prestigious school for rich ladies.
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So I've got to get this thing in my head out so it stops being intrusive.

We're hitting /g/ and probably some /f/ in there. Sci Fi, strictly consensual, free use, snuff.

Non-con and vore in the backstory.

Honestly it's /fur/ in my head but if I write it right nobody will notice.



We don't remember where we came from. That was lost when the ship got hit and broke… So many things.

What I do know… What I do know, is right now, I'm wallowing in the indulgences and luxuries made possible by the sacrifices of my predecessors, so the horrors of my previous iterations will never happen again.

But… Something in my head keeps telling me.
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