First, sorry if I'm posting in the wrong place. I'm gonna try to post this in /lit/ and /req/ so if this goes away it's because I did a bad.

Looking for someone who can write me up a comic story board for me to send out for an art commission. Story wouldn't hurt either.

Please contact me at tctheladykiller@yahoo.com if you are willing and able. Thanks!

A young girl awakes slowly, only to realize she's chained naked to a wall. In I walk slowly, I begin to feel her slender body and small mounds. She lets out a whimper and begs that today not be her last. I as executioner begin to bring out my tools, her death will be long from now and as excruciating as possible. I put my long slender knife tip just between her two small breast and give it a small jab. She begins to sob as it sets in that she will not leave here alive. I slowly work the knife from breast bone to the tip of her little slit. I begin to cauterize the wound. I slowly stick my hand into her warm gut and begin the disembowelment. She screams at the foreign pain in her guts. I slowly untangle her bowels in a trough on the floor pulling slowly to make sure she sees every foot. After a third of her intestines are out she begins to shit down her leg. At first just little spirits but the more I pull the more that shoots out. She is sobbing uncontrollably and begs to be killed. I finish removing the bowel and cut out her rectum and stomach and cauterize them as well. I slowly slide my penis into her narrow slit only to realize she is a virgin. She cries for her father as I cum in her deep. When I pull out I begin my work again. I slowly cut out her liver and kidneys. And show them to her. She is in total shock and only whimpers. I reach down and start removing her woman hood and she pisses one last time. With all her organs laying in the trough I slowly reach up and squeeze her heart till it stops to beat

Hi guys, this is a story I wrote quite a while ago, and it was posted on the previous incarnation of gurochan. The story was inspired by School Selection and was written by someone called Percy at first, but he only posted a couple of paragraphs before abandoning it. He gave me permission to write a continuation, as well as to rewrite the previously mentioned paragraphs. My storytelling and writing skills has improved significantly since I wrote this story, but I think some will find it enjoyable.

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Ben’s Day at Work

Chapter 1

Ben walked swiftly to the order desk with his butcher order for the day. After briefly looking at the list, he picked it up and carried on towards the selection hall. While opening and closing the door, he saw his cattle already undressing as though they wanted to die. All of which were under thirteen years old and although most of them were female, he saw a few males there too. As the last ones were removing their final pieces of clothing, the grade inspectors began their job of sorting the cattle into Grade A, which was for live spitting, and Grade B for hanging and butchering. A stern young woman in her late twenties addressed the now two groups, saying;

"Grade A’s, would you please follow Ben for you sanitation process, and Grade B’s would you please follow me". Ben waved his hand for the Grade As to follow him.

Ben was an honest man and he made an honest living. If someone walked up to him and asked if he enjoyed his job he would not give much of an answer. To him a job was a job, and as the global banking system was showing cracks any job was worth doing. Plus, someone had to supply the spit roasts for the world.

Ben led the group down a plain white corridor before arriving in a waiting room. Two more stops laid ahead of them, first the sanitizing chamber and then the spitting hall. Several spit workers came in to have a quick look at the spitting subjects before heading back into a side door. The group consisted of half boys and half girls, and this would make life easier for Ben and his colleagues as they could do one boy and one girl at a time. Ben waved his hand again so he could speak, and the group went silent.

"You will all receive a number in a moment. Two and two of you will receive the same number. That is your waiting number." Ben gave out little cards with numbers on them.

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Brian Jurk had enough. Sally Bech (7 months pregnant and just a week away from turning 18), and her younger sister, 13-year-old Suzie, pushed him too far when they tattled on him to 23-y.o. Ms. Buht. She was generally sweet and in her first year of teaching, but didn't want to be seen as a pushover so gave him detention.


He had a shotgun his older friend legally gifted him. He put his smartphone in his shirt pocket and hiked a mile to Sally's house, knowing where it was because he picked his friend up from there several times, often hearing him complain about how he didn't want a kid and was worried Sally poked holes in the condoms she kept.

Her parents were at work and she was home alone. He opened the back door and crept quietly in. He heard music from the bathroom and as he got closer, her moaning in the bathtub. Her belly floated above her, her eyes were closed, and her feet rested high on the windowsill. The water covered her ears and reached her deep red lips.

He moved silently toward her, slowly raised his gun, aimed right at her pussy being palmed, and took a long but quiet breath. She moved her hand up and down, side to side, circling her womanhood as she played with her boobies and lips with her other hand. She lowered her feet into the water and arched her pussy into the air, unwittingly making a glaring target for his slug, and moved her fingers in and out, eventually inserting her thumb into her asshole and pinching herself deeply, using her pink on her clit and her other 2 fingers deeper.

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Her eyes went wide and she made no noise; she then felt overwhelming pain and splashed wildly, holding her pained right arm up to her face and seeing her right hand had been blown off. She quickly gasped and screamed in pain, thrashing in the water. Suddenly seeing Brian in there with there with her, she stretched her arms out, one a bloody cracked stump where her wrist used to be, and begged "NO PLEASE BRIAN I'M SO SORR-" He stomped on her chest, holding her with all his might beneath the water. Bubbles flew up from her shocked face and she tried to get him off, her left arm grasping his leg and pulling as hard as she could, then punching his knee. Her right leg was entirely useless and in immense pain, more than even her arm but not as much as her pelvis. Her right arm, just a bloody stump flailing away and pushing at his leg, was as effective, and her left leg scrambled in the air as she tried tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

ily dipped a finger inside herself and rubbed gently, then extracted it
wet and shiny. She dabbed the finger at the three girls who surrounded
Samantha, wetting them down, then pushed them aside and ran her finger
sensuously up and down Samantha's tiny body. At last she released
Samantha, and placed her whole hand over top of both her and the three
other girls, making a jail of her fingers. Carefully she drew them into
her hand and lifted them before her flushed face.

"You morsels are going to make me very happy," said Lily, and blew them a
kiss. "And hey, Samantha... if you see my folks tell them I said hi."

Then with a wicked leer, Lily lowered her hand to her pubis and rubbed the
tiny, hot bodies against her labia while they screamed and fought with all
of their miniscule strength. Slowly, Lily rubbed them into her folds,
working them ever deeper inside herself. When all four had slid inside,
Lily used a finger to push them in as deeply as she could.

"Uh," grunted Lily as she felt them start to squirm. The little tingles
their struggling caused were maddening but insufficient to satisfy. Her
hand reached out and grabbed a handful of little pink bodies from the table
and shoved them rudely inside. The rest of the girls began screaming and
running in all directions to escape their fate but not one escaped. By
ones and twos and whole handfuls, Lily snatched them up and fed them into
her ravenous cleft. They filled her totally in a way Lily had never
experienced. Each tiny girl exerted her own pressure as she writhed in the
grip of Lily's vaginal muscles. Lily had to pinch herself shut with her
fingers to keep her little occupants from falling out, so stuffed full was
she.

Two girls who had the dubious luck of being last and hence unable to fit
inside were held pushed against the Lily's outer labia by her squeezing
fingers and were quickly crushed to death, their blood mixing with Lily's
juices to make her slick and lubricated.

Unable to remain standing on her increasingly wobbly legs, Lily let herself
fall to her knees and then to her back on the kitchen floor, gasping for
breath and bearing down as tremor-like orgasms rumbled through her from end
to end, slowly gaining force, until it was a full-fledged tower-toppling
earthquake that threatened to tear Lily's heart apart with its intensity.

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A Thousand Worlds of Despair: Survivor's Doom

(suicide, sacrifice, torture)

Rena Ryūgū stood on the hill overlooking the remains of what had once been the village of Hinamizawa, the place that had once been her home. 20 years ago the population had died in a single night from what the government claimed to be volcanic gas released from the Onigafuchi Marsh. 20 years ago she had lost everything that had ever meant anything to her.

20 years ago she had done unforgivable things. She had never quite figured out what exactly had made her go so completely insane, but the end result had been her taking the entire school hostage and threatening to blow them all up, unless the ‘truth’ was acknowledged by the Sonozakis. 20 years later and she still doesn’t know what kind of truth she had wanted, what truth she had believed so zealously in.

Her thoughts had been drowned in delusions about bacteria and aliens, intense paranoia driving her to suspect her friends and the village elders of a conspiracy. She would have murdered the entire school if her friends had not stopped her... if Keiichi had not managed to snap her out of her psychosis. Even though everything should have ended well for her friends, disaster had struck.

20 years later and she still couldn’t cope with the fact that her father and friends had all died and she had survived, even though she had been the one to do terrible things, having been locked up in the police station at the time of the disaster. 20 years she had been separated from her dear friends and her loving father, 20 years that had left her with no more tears to shed.

Every new day was torture, her existence haunted by the past she could not, would not escape from. She had tried to live on, to continue on and to honour the memory of those who had been lost. With the resources that she had had, she had tried to find out the truth of what had happened, tried to make something good come out of the horrible tragedy, tried to atone for her sins. But it had been all in vain. 20 years later and she was no closer to the truth, her questions still unanswered.

She despaired that she would ever find out what had been going on regarding Rika. That night at the junkyard when Rika had tried to give her an injection, she had seen a Rika that was fundamentally different from the one that she knew. Occasionally this Rika would take her friend’s place, her purple eyes and voice dark with something that Rena Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Let's go on an adventure /lit/!

I am still learning English, so please tell me if you enjoyed it and how I can improve on my writing! ^^

Abducted!
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You are an ordinary 16 year old high school girl, long hair, athletic build, and a face that'll make most boys turn their heads.

You wake up in a cold and damp room, the pungent stench of rotten flesh wafted in the air. You are still in your school uniform, white blouse tucked neatly into a teal pleated skirt. At least no one did anything rude to you while you were unconscious.

Your heart is pounding but you froze like a deer at caught in the headlights, dazed and disoriented. You have no recollection of how you got here.

_Where are you? Why are you here?_

All you hear is the muffled pattering of torrential rain in the distance, and faint slithering sounds coming from a bucket on the corner of the room.

Your bladder is bursting, you really need to pee!

What do you do? Feel free to provide some justification for your action. :)

[1] Leave the room via the door, gotta find a bathroom fast!
[2] Check out the bucket, what's making that slithering noise?
[3] Try to find what's giving off that foul smell.
[4] Relieve yourself here, no one's looking!

The next special I have already devoted to Kamilla! aryion.com/g4/user/Kamilla But you can still choose the opponents. [​IMG] every choice is one enemy from my book^^.



Maybe become a little short, I hope you like it anyway!

Third advent special: A coupon for Agatha.

A few days ago, Agatha received a letter with a coupon. The sender merely said. "From a fan." It is a coupon for a butcher shop. This is perhaps the strangest gift that Agatha has ever received. Especially since you can only use the coupon at the 24th December. Who gives food to Christmas, that you have to prepare yourself? Agatha became curious. In internet, she found out that the butcher’s name is Jaimie and that he has a legendary reputation. Supposedly, pigs like to die through his knife. This is of course an exaggeration, but it sounds hot. Perhaps Agatha can watch the master at work, she hadn’t planned anything for the first Christmas day anyway. Fresh meat couldn’t hurt!

So, she appeared at his shop in the evening, as it was demanded on the voucher. She's dressed in one of her tighter evening gowns. Agatha hadn’t had a butcher for a long time, maybe she could get some more intimate information out of him. She loves to seduce men. But this is only a test! She hopes for a man who can turn the game around. But the most men disappoint her…
The master butcher has already expected her! He looks very young for a master. But his eyes are serious, and his strong arms show, that he has already killed many animals. He has a beard and short hair. He wears a green smock under which his muscles are visible. He looks at her very oddly. He seems interested, but it doesn’t seem as if he is interested in her as a woman. Agatha tries to break the silence. "I'm here for the voucher."
His face shows no emotion: "So it has come?" He says quietly and calmly.
It? It's getting strange. "I have a …”
He interrupts her. "That is unimportant, come in!" Wow. So, she’s never been treated! She likes him. To Agatha's astonishment he leads her into the processing area. What is he doing? He looks at her closely. "We're starting. undress yourself!"
This makes Agatha a bit angry! "Slowly, just because I'm a fetish model."
Again, he shows no emotion: "take off your clothes!"
His behavior confused Agatha. "I've been thinking about seducing you, but that's going too far!"
"take off your clothes!" he repeats calmly.
"Do you listen to me?" That no one has dared. He hPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Today was a good day.

Earlier in the day I was informed by my commander that the ransom payments still haven’t arrived, and it was my privilege and honor to send an unmistakable message to the world by executing our first hostage. Collectively, we decided that the little French girl cowering in the corner should be the first one to go, she’s young and sexy, it will get plenty of media coverage.

The girl’s a natural beauty with a pretty face adorned with very little make up. Her long blonde hair tied was pulled back in a long ponytail, sporting a professional look with a pristine white shirt and a pair of light colored skinny jeans. Sophie is her name, according to the lanyard around her neck, and apparently she’s a trainee journalist at a local news agency. Poor girl must’ve just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time, and caught up with the wrong crowd, and now she’s going to be murdered on air for the whole world to see, how’s that for some quality journalism?

As I made my way towards her with a knife in hand, the frightened girl dropped on her knees and pleaded desperately in French. Although I had absolutely no idea what she’s saying, I could taste her fear and desperation, which transcended all language barriers and was invigorating as always.

With her hands tightly cuffed behind her back and legs bound together at the ankles, she attempted to wriggle away from me like a broken marionette, but to no avail. Screams of pain escaped her red glossy lips as I grabbed her ponytail with a vice like clench, and forcefully dragged the writhing woman to the gym’s changing room, or as we call it - the slaughterhouse.

Her eyes widened, and a ghastly expression that could only be described as pure horror slowly formed on her face as I slammed her on the floor of a shower cubicle. To be frank, her reaction was completely justified. The cracks between the tiles were covered with the dried viscera from a previous interrogation victim, a vivid and metallic scent of dried blood wafted in the air. If you looked closer you would know that out the source of the scent - a smelly pile of small intestines that got stuck on the grate in shower drain.

Not a pretty sight indeed.

“Hello my little angel.” I smiled, flourishing my knife in front of her face menacingly “Do you want to know what I’m about to do to you?”. Tears rolled down her face as I caressed her tender face with the dull side of the blade, she desperaPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

A little story to match the Christmas season. Little sisters are great.

A Christmas surprise for the best big brother!

My big brother is the best brother you can have! When I was in danger, he was there. If I could not sleep, he told me good night stories. He helped me at school and taught me how to ride a bike. Since we had no parents, he has been taking care of me. For him, I have always remained his cute little sister. For me he will always be my strong brother. But I am no longer a child! I realize that he gives up many dreams for me. As long, as I am here, he will never live for himself! I know exactly what my brother wants. Even if he thinks I don’t know. This is a gift that only I can give him!

My alarm clock is already ringing at 5 o'clock. For I must be awake before my brother! My brother gets up early, I should hurry if I want to surprise him. I quickly put all the ingredients on the table I prepared yesterday. Fortunately, our oven is big enough. I've tested it several times! I also bought a fresh baking pan for this day. Now if everything is prepared, there is only one thing to do. I jump quickly into the bath and put on my shirt with the cat and the panty with the red bow, I have worn when I was very small. Luckily, they still fit, even if the shirt emphasizes my body shape. I tie my golden hair to two ponytails, the way I used to wear them. Today I will be his cute little sister again! I don’t have much time left. I take the large silver plate and place it in front of his door. I tie a red ribbon around my neck. The recipe I put in front of the plate. I myself sit on the cold plate with crossed legs and try to look cute. Now I just have to wait...

It doesn’t take long, sleepy my brother opens the door. Like any Christmas, he wants to prepare sweets for me. This time I was faster!
"Surprise!"
He wipes the sleep out of his eyes: "What's the matter, little sister? Why are you ..." Loudly he reads the recipe. "Chocolate Baked Sister ... Signed Santa Claus. What does that mean?"
I look at him with wide eyes: "Stupid Big Brother! I'm your gift!"
He looks at me with interest. "You mean I should eat you?"
I laugh playfully. "Of course, not! Before you must bake your sister. Silly brother."
I see that he thinks about it. But he shakes his head: "No! I will not eat you! For you are too precious, little sister."
I put on a pout. "You're so mean, I'm not cute enough?"
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