Crawling forward eagerly on all fours His obedient cuntnun wriggles whorishly to His boot, brainlessly prostrating as she simpers in sluttish slavery beneath Him, her adoring eyes gazing up at the glorious Lord as she lewdly rubs her tongue along side his boot. "Praise Him, worship Him, obey Him, forever." His fanatically fawning fuckpuppet coo's as her drooling, painted lips press an adoring kiss against His shoe, her reverent gaze turned up towards the almighty Lord above her. Astride His dread throne above her, the dominant Lord pays the pathetic cunt little mind, one of many crowding at the feet of His dread avatar, the abhorrent throne crafted of the cuntmeat of many young sluts, each sexualized remnant squirming to serve the supreme Lord. The chapel resounds with the slavishly chanted prayers unto the Lord of Doom, His power absolute, granting both the mercy of continued life in service to Him, and death in blessed sacrifice unto Him, at His mere whim.*

so a friend of mine challenged me to write some smut from first person perspective, and instead I wrote this. I was feeling particularly self hating when I wrote this so this is supposed to be me, and is loosely based on one time the ex boyfriend of a girl I was seeing showed up at my house and threatened to kill me. so without further ado, enjoy me being raped.

Its a long walk back home from work, and of course its midnight. With my luck someone will try to mug me or worse, but it was a long and tiring day, and I'm anxious to get home. Angry phone calls from my girlfriends ex boyfriend mixed in with the expected perils of retail did not combine to make it an enjoyable day.

Older men grossly flirting with me and attempts to feel me up still fresh in my mind, i send a few texts to my girlfriend to complain while i take a shortcut through a parking lot. Powerful arms reach out from a shadowy van as i walk by it and grab me; covering my mouth and dragging me into the shadowy interior.

Hands rip and tear at my clothing until I'm laying on the cold floor of the van in my bra and panties, staring in shock and fear at my assaulters. Three masked men sit around me, all otherwise naked and all more than well hung. The men don't waste any time in tearing the last of my clothes off before forcing me on top of the biggest cock and shoving it into my cunt; the second largest pounds into my ass, and the last penis is forced down my throat when i begin to scream.

My attackers are far from gentle; my arms are painfully pulled behind me by the rapist plowing my ass and the man I'm forced to ride reaches his large hands to my throat and chokes me when I try to bite down on the prick fucking my face, occasionally letting go of my neck to slap my tits and pull at my nipples. All the while i hear the men spitting out insults; "Dyke" and "Lesbo Slut" are two of the more popular names they call me.

After what feels like two hours of non-stop rape i feel the cock stuffing my throat twitch before it shoots cum down my gullet. The man in my ass climaxes next, and i feel him pull my arms back harder and me farther onto his dick as jizz coats my bowels. I feel nothing but shame as the last penis in me finishes, my womb filling up with my rapists seed and doubtlessly impregnating me. The men pull out of my violated holes and drop me back on the floor of the van where I curl up and cry, but it isn't long before I'm grabbed again and painfully thrown oPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is my latest work. I've been...inspired after seeing the picture bellow, of Melissa Soria.

http://nifmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/20140911_4726-Edit.jpg

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*knock*

There's a brief pause.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in, please!" a man smoking a cigar and browsing through some expenditure reports says in a bored tone.

A pretty and young woman comes in. She's wearing the Snuff Club's uniform designed for the so called Satisfaction Bunny–high heels, a pair of reddish stockings that stop just under her lower thighs. No panties. Her role as a sex doll at the club is to provide the guests with as much pleasure as possible during the snuff show that goes on the stage, so her beautiful and succulent pussy has to be on display. She also has a reddish bra, but the fabric is very thin and molds beautifully around her tear-shaped natural breasts, which are probably D cups. There’s little else that could be considered clothing on her. There’s also a small heart tattoo on one of her butt cheeks. It usually grabs the attention of some customers.

“Hello” she says a bit shy at first;

“Well…Hello. I’m pretty busy now, so state the purpose for this visit.” Replies the club manager.

“My name is Melissa. I’ve worked here for a few months now. The pay is really nice and I’m grateful for that… but I want to move up! I want to serve the club’s more select clientele. All my collegues say I’m doing pretty good and I should move up. There’s been no –“

“Fine. No need to over explain yourself Melissa.” The manager cuts in, seizing her up. She’s a fiery latina with chestnut velvety hair that floats like a curtain around the back of her head, accompanying her hazelnut eyes. She’s clearly aroused judging by her protruding nipples and prominent outer labias.

“Come now…I won’t deny you the change to try and move up the ranks. You seem like an ambitious young woman. I’ll give you a test. You have 10 minutes to make me cum…starting: NOW!” the manager says, as he rises from his chair.

Melissa is clearly surprised, but she obliges right away. She begins her routine by locking eye contact with Carl, the manager. She bites her lips in the most provocative manner that she can, then runs her hands from her mouth to her breasts, which she squeezes while twirling and arching hePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I finished this one a few days ago, but I wasn't planning in posting it. A few people have already read it, and one of them told me to upload it here, telling me she liked it, so we will see.

Its quiet long, as there is a plot there, but if you just want to go straight into the sex it starts on the second half. As always, let me know what you think if it (good or bad)!

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tags: F/f, cons, non-cons, first, lesbian, anal, piss, toys, rape, bagging, snuff

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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I woke up in the middle of the night, screaming and covered in sweat. It was still raining softly outside and the room was cold and dark. Pulling the duvet under my nose I turned on the lamp I had by the bed.

The dim light was barely enough to fill the room, allowing me to see that I was still alone, through the door that led to the hallway was open, and beyond it there was only darkness.

Whipping the tears from my face, I started sobbing as I tried to remember the nightmare that had woke me up, but it seemed to fade more and more with every second. Cursing myself I grabbed the notepad I kept on the bedside table and I wrote what little I could remember of it.

When I couldn't remember anything else, I pushed the notepad away, and I buried myself under the duvet, trembling in fear. Promising that tomorrow I would finally check the basement, I tried to get back to sleep, but it was a long time before I could.

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Almost a year ago I found out my aunt Jennifer had died of a heart attack. She was only 55 years old, and while I haven't seen her in a while, we used to talk on the phone for hours as I told her about the books I was working on. We were the only family we had left.

My parents had died 5 years ago, a few days before my 25th birthday. They were driving back from one of their friends party, and my dad lost control of the car. He skidded out of the road, right into a tree that split the car in two, killing them both. He had been drinking, and while one of his friend had told him not to drive, he insisted, telling him we was just fine.

I took a few days off from my work and I drove all the way back to the town where she lived, remembePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I witnessed what I had done, and my mind raced, thinking about the luxuries that were coming next. In that tiny cinder block room a smell of mildew and damp air filled my lungs. A single wired light bulb hung from the ceiling, right in between us. It illuminated the room with a yellow tinted glow, I saw the bright light reflect off her beautiful pale skin. She had pretty hazel eyes and dark black hair. She sat in a cold metal chair neatly placed in the dead center of the room. She was striped of all her clothes down to her bra and underwear. Her wrists and feet were bound to the chair with neon green wire ties. Her hands red from her struggling and the shear snugness of the bands. I walked around the room and watched as she shook and twitched with every step I made, every breath I took. I don't think I've ever seen a person in such a scared and animalistic state. I pulled her face close to mine with my hand underneath her chin, and stared at her. A single tear rolled down her face washing away some of her cute black eyeliner. I didn't say a word. I just stepped back and I turned around to face the direction she was looking. The wall had a complete assortment of power-tools and other violent instruments. Knives, saws, and power drills with VERY large bits. This is going to be worth the effort I thought to myself, quite pleased. I grabbed a dental pick and a block of rubber from the cart next to her chair. I hooked the pick into her bottom lip and whispered in her ear “open up”. She didn’t listen. I grabbed the top of her head and bashed it into the back of the metal chair. This time in a more aggressive almost screaming voice I said again “Open up”. I forced the dental pick downward pushing it into her lip. She gave way with a short gasp of pain. I grabbed the block and forced it into her mouse. I held the palm of my hand against it and kept pressure down on it. I grabbed an Exacto-knife off my cart and she began to squirm and shake her head violently. I grabbed the knife placing my fingers close to the tip and pushed it into the side of her lip. Cutting it as if it was some dotted line. Her muffled cries gave me a tingling feeling in my chest, the thought of her pain, I loved it and I wanted more. The tears started, Her face was covered in wet eyeliner and I heard her breathing get faster. She was trying to cope but it was too intense. The room was so secluded and so quite I could hear her racing heart as well as my own, this was my first time doing this aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Elise, called Lisa by everyone she loved, enjoyed nothing more than spanking her younger half-sister. Living in a very mixed region of relative peace, she was very powerful and popular. Her shimmering black hair and green eyes were sharp and straight. Her tits were big, but not over large or unwieldy for her slim but well-muscled chest. Her apple bottom was perfectly round and pert, and she made for a mature and intimiating figure.

Her younger much younger step-sister, Leah was just half-way through highschool and enjoying her summerbreak as best she could, which wasn't easy due to her only family being her tyrannical sibling. At hardly 5' tall, wearing shoes, she had breasts that were also large, especially for her otherwise petite frame, and hips that were just as round as her sister. Her ass was actually much bigger and took up more of her legs than her soft thighs just underneath.

Being immensely tech-savvy, a skilled cook and martial artist, and particularly a competent tactician, Lisa commanded the respect of even her political foes and loved making a show of her punishing her younger sister, particularly in the nation to her South-West, where she lived at the border.

They hated her but adored beating people, especially young children, and needed powerful allies. She fit the bill, but was constantly a thorn in their side, breaking their laws and many suspected she gave money to rebel groups. It was discovered that she had accounts doing just that, but she blamed her younger sister, Leah, and swore to make things right.

"I will give her a punishment to sate you all!" She exclaimed on her video channels.

"If she doesn't execute the little bitch with hornets, she hasn't made things right." A pundit said. Many commenters under her videos agreed, saying similar things.

Hello Gurochan. I'm the owner of Karl Luck's Dungeon (http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/Stories.html).

I decided to post some stories here for feedback. I'm willing to accept criticism on anything I write here, or anything already on the site, so long as it's constructive criticism. I will generally ignore "It sucks" unless it's accompanied by why it sucks and how I can improve.

I'll start by posting a recent rough draft.

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"Bianca Ruiz, please step up to the Termination Chair!" Mr. Cunning boomed across the auditorium.

Bianca yelped at the announcement, although it was not entirely a yelp of surprise. At the end of each month the student who had the lowest grade would be snuffed in front of the whole school, and Bianca's grades were abysmal. She expected either Sabrina or Jin to be the ones to die, since their grades were just as bad due to both of them being pregnant. Bianca supposed that none of them would reach the end of the year, anyways.

The 16-year-old Latina got up from her seat and sluggishly made her way to the stage and to her demise, holding her head down and ignoring the gaze of onlookers as she passed their seats. The fear of death was bad enough, but the humiliation of knowing that everyone would be watching was unbearable.

Mrs. Dean, a 30-something blonde with huge tits, approached Bianca. "Remove your uniform and leave them on the steps," she instructed.

Bianca expected this; she had been attending these monthly executions for two years now.

"Is this really necessary?" She mumbled as she quickly threw off her clothes and dropped them on the floor. Then her cheeks went red as she quickly realized the number of boys in the audience who were now looking at her naked body, many of whom were making cat calls or whistling.

"Now go sit in that chair." Mrs Dean told her.

Bianca took a seat in the metal foldable chair with her legs spread open for everyone to see her shaved cunt; if the boys wanted to admire her body then she would put on a little show. Her fingers went to her pussy and she started to masturbate.

After thirty more seconds a man walked onto the stage holding a semi-automatic pistol. He came to a halt behind her and grabbed her long black hair.

"Can you please let me finish?" She whined.

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Small note: I wrote this under the alias of Nisroth

The emperors acquires new ordinance

Part 1 - The Weapon Testing

8 A.M. on a Thursday morning. I was sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, relaxing in my armchair on the porch of my beautiful estate, after having enjoyed my breakfast. Suddenly my majordomo calls for me
"Sir, our guests from CryoTek Armaments have arrived."
"Wonderful, go and announce the target bunnies too. This will be a bloody good day." I say with a wide smile on my lips.

Garrus, my long time friend and esteemed Majordomo welcomes the envoy from CryoTek into my domain and then goes to fulfill my other request. I welcome the envoy myself and shake the representative's hands warmly.
"So what made you travel all this way to my estate, esteemed gentlemen?" I say jokingly.
"Same ol', same ol' - business never takes a break sire. You seem to be in quite a jolly mood, so let's get right down to it. Our company has developed a new anti-tank gauss riffle. It uses 20mm slugs and has enough stopping power to pierce through an entire building or any armored vehicle."
"Oh my, that seems like an overkill, but I will spare no expense to ensure our victory on the battlefields. The rebel countries have indeed acquired some state of the art tanks, so these will come in handy." I say looking at the huge case the other two men from behind are carrying.
"I will test your weapon's accuracy as I am sure the stopping power is more than enough. If satisfactory I will issue an order and have two of my units equipped with your weapons. On to the firing range then, it's just behind the mansion."

As we arrive, so does Garrus, driving a bus full of target bunnies. They are all stunning women from across the empire, willing to die in service of the great motherland.
"They're all our finest lingerie models and porn actresses" replies Garrus as the herd of women align in front us. "I'm sure they will prove to be adequate targets for your tests."
They're dressed in provocative pink, red or orange stockings, with or without panties. Some of them wear only a bra, others use corsets to bulge up their already overflowing breasts. I can only blush in their presence and salute all of them. They're all shouting "Pick me, pick me sire, I wish to serve!" "I want to help the motherland!" "My body is yours!"

I feast my eyes upon their voluptuous bodies as I inspect each of them.
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They had opted for a night in, Felicity was under the moon’s haunting influence and Mimi just wanted to relax in her pale pink fleecy pyjamas; they put on Dog Soldiers and Mimi sat with her feet up on the coffee table with Felicity curled up in her humanoid wolf form, resting her head and forearms on Mimi’s lap and dozing off as the film played.
As the film grew bloodier, Mimi felt her cheeks grow hot and a stirring of warmth in her groin, causing her to squirm in her seat, even when a soldier on the screen turned on the jeep headlights and startled at what he saw. She bit her lip to stifle a soft little whimper of excitement when it showed the werewolf and their victim, blood all over his mauled face, a clawed hand almost seductively turning his head before tearing into his throat and decapitating him. Her fingers tightened in light, tawny fur as the scene progressed, trembling at the hissing growl of the werewolf’s breathing on screen. She felt her lover stir, lifting her large, canid head from her lap to look up at her, all too aware of how painfully arousing Mimi found bright blood spattering on a windshield, and then pouring from the car as the other soldiers opened the door to a wolf gorging itself on the driver’s guts.
She heard a feral sounding growl and gasped, looking down at Felicity, the tawny lycan was looking up at her with golden eyes, teeth bared as she lifted her body up and started to move over her, “Oh no,” Mimi whispered, touching a hand to her chest lightly in feigned shock, “Felicity? My love, what has come over you?” her acting was bad on purpose, the corners of her lightly painted lips twitching as she tried not to smile. Felicity snarled and pressed a hand-like paw to Mimi’s chest, the span of those long, clawed paws was impressive, pushing between her small breasts and guiding her onto her back, ever so gentle even as they played this familiar, bestial game. “Felicity, please! Control yourself! You’re going to hurt me!” she wasn’t winning the fight against her own smile now, lying back and pressing her hands to Felicity’s chest, pushing at her with no real gusto, cheeks as pink as her hair as Felicity began to nuzzle and nip at her neck, growling all the while. She continued to play scared amid her giggling, soft fur tickling her in all the right spots as Felicity nipped down to the neck of her thick fluffy top, though she was achingly hard, tenting her pastel plaid shorts where Felicity had settled between her legs.
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Alice was walking down the street, she had been at school working late and it was 6:30pm by the time she left.

The neighborhood was safe no crimes were committed in years so Alice wasn’t worried about walking home by herself.

As she was walking down the street she felt like she was being followed, so she stopped walking and looked around. She didn’t see anything and dismissed it as her imagination. As she continued to walk she saw a shadow in the corner of her eye but before she could turn to see what it was a cloth covered her mouth and nose, her eyelids became heavy and she closed her eyes.

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The first thing that hit her senses was the distinct smell of a hospital, like the sterilized air. Then the cold hit her, she was completely naked on a metal operating table. She tried to sit up only to realize that her arms and legs were strapped down to the table.

She looked around her heart rate was increasing as signaled by the EKG machine. She saw medical supplies and chemicals around the room, but strangely in the corner of the room was some mechanical parts and a computer. She was broken from her thoughts as a the door opened with a silhouette in the door. The figure reached next to the door turning on the rest of the lights in the room.

As the lights turned on she saw the figure, it was clearly a man but his face was covered by full face mirrored safety mask. He reached to a cart picking up a apron and putting it on. As he continued into the room she found her voice and asked who he was, she received no answer. He walked up to a sink and started to wash his gloves, and again she asked what he was doing and he stayed silent.

She was getting even more scared now, she started to pull at her restraints with no effect. As she kept pulling the man turned towards her and began to walk. In her panic she did not notice the man walking towards her, as he approached he picked up one of the scalpels on a cart.

She stopped squirming when the man’s hand touched her stomach, she looked into the blank facemask of the man in fear. Then she felt a cold prick on her stomach, she looked down and saw the scalpel cutting the skin and fat from the base of her sternum to the pelvis. She did not scream, most likely out of disbelief than being brave. He continued the procedure, he moved back up to the top of the Post too long. Click here to view the full text.