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The warm summer waters washed over Maria's toned caramel figure. The latina was enjoying the hot day at a small beach, half submerged a bit off the coast in her red bikini with yellow trim. Her long black hair stuck to her back after a small wave splashed over her. She wasn't far out, still standing in sand and with the water coming just over her navel. She took a glance back over her shoulder at the white sands in the distance, scanning the scant scattered crowd amidst blankets and under umbrellas. She spotted her own towel, set beside the half-finished coke she had ordered from the nearby beach bar.

Maria turned and began to wade further out when she felt something brush her ankle. She half leaped as her heart sunk, not sure whether it was just a stray fish being washed ashore or something worse; like a jellyfish. She turned back towards the beach, deciding to head back and then enter the water in a different spot when suddenly she felt her bikini bottom being pulled until it slid half-way down her plump buttcheeks. She started to glance over her shoulder when something pressed against her exposed sphincter.

"Ooomph..." The latina groaned as the thing pushed into her, sliding deep into her back entrance.
"Unhg...Oh my god..."

It was thick and slimy, like the inside of one's mouth. The girl shuttered and gave a loud gasp as she felt a rush of fluid explode into her. She tried to look back over her shoulder as a sharp pain exploded in her lower gut. Whatever it was, it was pumping water up her butt and fast! She held her stomach as it began to expand. The girl was panicking at this point, sweat gracing her forehead as she moved around in the water, panting and groaning as her silhouette surged forward.

"Nnng....Oooooh..." Was all the girl could manage as her belly expanded beneath her hands, pushing forward and rounding like a balloon being held under a faucet. She massaged the taut, glistening caramel flesh, trying to ease the pain as the huge enema continued. The water was too dark for her to see through but this thing had to get out and quickly before her stomach exploded! She waded forward, holding her growing belly as sweat ran down her face. Her swollen belly and the pain were both growing in succession, causing the latina to bite her lip to keep from screaming.
She continued forward as her massive belly bulged above the water, becoming more and more exposed as she neared the shore. Finally the water was shallow ePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Part One: Lian the Chubby Asian
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Lian. asian, chubby, depressed, obsessed with knives, parents are too demanding death looks like an escape


Lian sighed sadly as she hung up the phone. The chubby young virgin had been on the phone with the suicide help line. She now had the strength she needed, and an idea to help her.


'This would be the last time I ever do this... The hotline was right, this this kind of hot...'

She thought to herself as she started up her computer, her large collection of knives beside her. She quickly logged into a cam site and stripped, activating the camera on her bed. She smiled at it.


"Hi~ My name is Lian, and I have a special treat for you all~"



She practically moaned the line as she spread her legs. Her hairless teen pussy was already soaked from the thought of this.




'All of these people watching.... Do they know what they're watching?'


She thought to herself, getting even hornier. It was time. She let a hand glide between her legs and began rubbing her clit, which was a bit large compared to most girls. While rubbing her clit with one hand, she picked up one of her blades and teased her little slit carefully.


'Oh gods... The blade is cold... One slip and...'


She moaned loudly, slicing her own clit off as she began to squirt. The moan quickly mixed with the scream of pain and pleasure. She closed her legs as blood and cum sprayed, rolling onto her side so the camera could still see her cunt.



Ahhh~ Oh gods it hurts~



She shrieks, but regains herself enough to slide the sharp, jagged blade into her virgin slit. The blade shredded her vaginal walls, making her shriek again as it went in. Slowly she drove it to the hilt, then twisted. This completely destroyed her inner pussy before she removed the blade, panting.


"L-like what you see~? Did you enjoy watching this virgin kill her cunt~? The.. The show isn't over yet..."


She whimpered her lines as she showed the camera her badly bleeding, gravely wounded cunt. She retrieved a second bladPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hello. I'm Poguemahone.

So it's been a while since I posted here. This may lead some of you to assume that I've not been writing anything. But in truth, I have been. Like, a lot.

The bad news, for some of you at least, is that I've went super ultra mega-indulgent on my urge to write MLP stories, which is why I've not posted anything here and chosen other, perhaps more receptive sites for it. It was just what I wanted to write. It's what I still want to write, actually. Some of it has fetish's that you will probably hate. Some of it isn't even porn for christ sake. I'll get back to "normal" stuff eventually, even if I'm grossly misusing the term. But for now...you gotta write what your heart wants, right?

My stuff can be found on Furaffinity under the name Pozzo if you're curious. But given that this is a sequel to a story that I've posted here before, I thought I'd post it here while informing those curious where I've been as to what The Deal is. Sorry again for the silence. I hope you can get some form of enjoyment out of my stuff at least.

So without further ado: If you've not read the original, read this first! http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin/20649/How-Many-Apples.pdf

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CHAPTER 1: ARMLESS FUN

It was early morning; way earlier than Rainbow Dash liked to be up at normally. If she had to get up at the crack of dawn, it was usually for a damn good reason. Today met the bill. She stood outside the entrance to the Apple family home. She hadn’t been here in a while. Not since a fateful bet made over hard cider a solid two or three weeks ago. A bet involving apples. Lots of them. Shoved into places apples had no business being, even if it was Applejack doing the storing. It had been a wild time, all right. But at the end of it, Applejack had been in pieces. Her skin had been stretched out to an impossible degree, and then left empty on the grass like a flesh-coloured tarp. Her bones and various insides detached and spread over the ground. Rainbow had held her skull in her hands, unsure if her friend was dead or alive, and yet undeniably turned on by what she had witnessed.

Weeks had passed. Twilight had helped her friend heal, but AJ had gone into seclusion, refusing to be seen. From what Twilight had told her, Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

I do not own the characters, series, or know anyone who does. Also, I love these three characters. At the same time, there are just great things in terms of guro and gore for them.

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On the Block: Cattleya, Menace, Elina

Her moans sounded much louder than they were as they echoed off the walls of the small cave just outside the village's borders, but no one would come to her rescue at this hour.

To her shame, they were the moans of forced pleasure from a captive, taken against her will from just outside her home by surprise to be the plaything of a sadistic creature known for her short temper and the joy she took from her inflicting pain.

Cattleya, the weapon merchant, was sweating profusely from the pleasure she was being force-fed by Melona, the protean assassin, despite the cool dampness of the cave. It was a mix of pain and sexual pleasure, all of the right buttons being pressed at once, and the warmth of the slimy, jiggling body was not helping.

Spring had just began to settle into their part of the continent, but winter had yet to completely release its grasp from the land. This was one of those chilly mornings that would need the fire to be refilled and relight. Unfortunately, it was also the best time for a certain assassin to strike and claim her target before anyone knew she had even awakened.

For all of her playfulness and love of torment, Melona took her assassination attempts seriously when she knew who she was dealing with.
She had began her attack by wrapping her arms around Cattleya's frame, holding and restraining her in place so as to prevent her from fleeing or being able to alert others, and then covered the busty smith's mouth with the bangs of her hair and using her nature to force the secondary limbs into her mouth and down her throat.
She tried to bite at the arms sinking deeper into her throat, but to no avail. She tried to bash her head into Melona's, but, when she did, her head was entrapped in the protean's cleavage.

Cattleya's reaction was to struggle as her breathing became more labored, but panic was settling in and her thrashing was not nearly enough to break free or even knock the assassin out of her stance.
And then she felt a sharp pain in her throat, followed by another pain like something twisting in the back of her throat. Her eyes grew heavy, but the pain wouldn't let her pass out. It was a calculated pain that made her gurgle on the slime inside her, buPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hello, I'm sure you all remember me as Karl Luck. I've been busy for the last few months and I haven't been able to write as much.

A lot has happened in that time. I unfortunately lost access to Karl Luck's Dungeon; I don't remember the password, and I had to delete the email it was connected to. So now I have a new site with a new pen name: http://www1.asstr.org/~Randall_J._Nelson/index.html

I was originally going to go with Karl Luck's Dungeon 2, but I thought it'd sound lame. I was planning to ditch that pen name for some time, and this one seems more realistic.

So far there's only one new story uploaded, but the rest are still at Karl Luck's Dungeon. The Melissa Coss series will be uploaded eventually, but for now I'm taking a break from it and I plan to improve the first two. Some other random stories will start to appear eventually. I'm going to try to get into the habit of uploading once or twice a week.

Something unconventional. The diary of a squat toilet. I'll be adding onto this as time goes on.

私はコンピュータ化された和式トイレです。私は国際的な大学でレディス洗面所に1977年に設置しました。私は、世界中から女性の排尿や排便を監視します。これは、研究者が様々な文化の消化器の健康を監視することができます。私はスクワットトイレですので、私はまた、異なる国籍の俊敏性を監視することができます。私は多くのデータ、ない写真を持っています。私は古いコンピュータです。あなたは私の物語の絵を描くだろうか？

I am a computerized Japanese-style toilet. I was installed in 1977 in the ladies' washroom at an international university. I monitor the urination and defecation of women from around the world. This allows researchers to monitor the digestive health of various cultures. Because I am a squat toilet, I also can monitor the agility of different nationalities. I have a lot of data, but no photos. I am an old computer. Could you paint a picture of my stories?

In the heart of Africa lies a huge swath of land still inhabited by primitive tribes. These tribesmen live off the land, and live as hunter gatherers. Passing down the traditions of how to stalk prey, and field dress animals. These people live much different lives then the western world, where most shop for meat in the Super market.

The Nagowee tribe is one of the fiercest of the region. For the past 100 years the tribe has been fighting for it’s very existence. On one side the western world has been encroaching on their resource rich homeland, and on the other a extremely bloody war had broken out with another indigenous tribe.

In this section of Africa the old rituals are still very much in place. It is the belief of all the tribes people that consuming your enemies, allows you to absorb their energy. A Chinese mining company bought the mineral rights for the native lands. They had sent out 10 expeditionary units, of engineers, and African fixers. All bringing, money and boxes of new technology to hope to bribe the Nagowee to allow the mining to proceed. Only one group ever made it back.

That evening the Nagowee feasted. Much laughter and dancing ensued, as the tribes people danced around in the clothing of the African fixers, and Chinese engineers. Stacks of crates containing smartphones, Apple laptops, reams of cash were stacked up. Mostly useless to this previously uncontacted tribe.

The children couldn’t stop popping by the pens where the surviving members of the expedition were being held. None of them had ever seen, a asian person before. They peeked around the corner, and giggled at the yellow skin, and small penises on the men. The biggest prize however was a white south African woman, who had organized the entire expedition.

Not ones to waste any time, the tribesmen herded the bound prisoners down to the river. Stripped off any remaining clothing and washed them all down thoroughly. Taking extra time on the genitals, and forcing digits plus cold river water up their anuses.

It is a Nagowee tradition to follow certain rituals before a feast. First the chief comes out and does his blessing, the women beat drums, and chant as the warriors all come in. Depending on the captive being man, woman, or child there are different protocols. Men are to be absolutely humiliated, women are to be defiled, and children are the biggest prize because you are eating your enemies future.

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War had been raging between rival kingdoms for years now. The dungeons were positively overflowing with prisoners, and word had just arrived from the frontlines that a rival city had fallen, and the troops were marching back with another large group of prisoners.

Generally when the city falls all the fighting age men would be slaughtered, and the troops would take the women, and rape a few for entertainment. The kings policy for decades had been to take in the remaining people, mostly farmers, and their families, and move them into the dungeons, and then dispatch them to other districts to fill jobs, and farm fields. By dispersing all the people randomly, they wouldn't have a chance to organize against the kingdom. They called him the kind King, because most others would just slaughter all the villagers. The problem was that with war on all sides, those who he sent out to farm would be slaughtered immediately, or captured by rival factions.

The problem was coming to a head since he was needing to feed these full dungeons, and his people, Resources were becoming scarce. People were surviving on rationed gruel. No one besides the bourgeois, had eaten any meat in months, and there was beginning to be discontent amongst the people. Now with another 1,000 families marching his way he needed to make some tough decisions.

He and his men took a trip to see the state of the dungeons, and ask the dungeon master if it was even possible to accommodate another 3-4,000 people.

The dungeons were built into a natural cave below the kingdom. All the people were held in a series of giant pens. Here the lived, and died like animals, fighting over scraps, and taking advantage of each other. The place smelled of waste sweat and misery. In years past when people were here for brief times it was no problem, a transition to a new, and often better life. At this point some people had been here for years.

On the top floor of the complex was the dungeon masters office. Here he had every matter of torture implement from racks, to chopping blocks. He had whole walls of neatly arranged iron implements like a black smith. Only difference being each one served a different purpose to bend someone to his will.

The dungeon master was probably the happiest man in all the kingdoms. He was actually highborn, but had been tapped by the King's father to be a investigator, and root out spies. As time went by he got a reputation for being able to gePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Young Robin In The Bitch Prison
by Dante

The women's prison was hell from the day fifteen-year-old Robin arrived. She was manhandled by the jail guards when she was unloaded from the Court’s security van. These pricks liked to get their grubby hands onto a fifteen-year-old young offender, especially one who had been carried over to adult court. The jail guards were no better than the two sheriff's guards who had ridden out in the back of the van with its darkened and steel mesh-covered windows.

Once she was convicted, the pricks felt it was open season for free feels, and that was exactly what the took. The guard pricks had got their hands under her blouse, and had unhitched her bra, freeing her large breasts. Then they had got her tight jeans down to her knees, and had fingered fucked her vagina and anus at will, thrusting and probing with their fat fingers in her most private spots. It was as if she were nothing but a common a criminal or something.

She had taken as much shit as she thought she needed, when they at last arrived at the federal prison. It was a bad place, by reputation and to look at. It would prove to be even worse to live in. This was the place reserved for the worst criminal female offenders, and most of the inmates were hardened lifers.

Robin shuddered as she was taken in through the imposing stone gates, past the six foot thick walls, and through the cold and uninviting reception area. All they took was the packet of official papers the guard passed along, and then she was whisked through a long dark hallway and into the wing of the penitentiary reserved for lifers. She was taken into a large unpainted cement room where she was summarily stripped naked in front of a leering group of male guards. These horny guards loved the new law that sent kid lifers to the adult section.

Robin was forced to evacuate her colon and bladder into a soup bowl provided for the purpose, and then she was given a painful deep enema, to flush out anything she may have planted deep inside herself. She was then given a thorough and humiliating deep body search during which the male guards thrust first their fingers, and then their whole hands deep into her pussy, so that she was actually violently fist fucked. Because a fist would not fit into her tiny anus, she had the thick handle of a broom driven painfully deep into her flushed out colon.

This was as far as it usually went for juveniles, but becauPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Terrible atory with grammar errora and adhd gore galore

Ecause fornmy friends with high standards.

There was a haet girl. She shexhy. This one ebil mann, very bad man, had chained her and he gutted her like a fishm. With anchainsaw.

Because of the furries. They hroke down all cities and became martial law. Civil war was all over the world and babies were nailednto bar doors



!!!!!!!!!
That actually happened in world war 2...
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Some mothers cried as their soft infant sons and daughters were shireking and wide eyed in pain, their tiny bodies shaking violently and blood running down their soft fresh flesh.

Sad world.