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I'll bet there's lots of Joker fans out there. Can you find any of his creative work?

Do not bother yourself with Joker, just a bored retard. I loved the story, and I'm in love with Kate, very sexy story, thanks for it!

Kate is an unusual woman, as she views her work as 'normal' and sees nothing disreputable about it. I love that kind of personality and attitude.

I personally thought that story was very good. I enjoy preteen and teen characters and killings. I particularly loved the part about men betting their wives family jewels and not caring if they survived.

>>8231
I, for one, am VERY interested!

It had been a little over a week that she had been lying in bed, naked and helpless. She was alone most of the time, as she knew she would be. The exceptions were the two nights her husband - no, she had to stop thinking of him as her husband, that was over now - Jacob had come to fuck her and when her nurse, Isabel came in to care for her. Isabel was a middle-age woman, dark skin, skinny, and quiet. Sometimes she chatted casually to Donna as she cleaned the room, changed the sheets, and feed the limbless woman ever day, but it wasn't often. Usually she went about her work silently, a pleasant little smile on her face for no apparent reason. Isabel was in charge of Donna, keeping her clean and healthy and somewhat comfortable - she washed the woman ever other day, taking care of the wound from her latest surgery. Donna did not know where Jacob had found the able nurse, and one he trusted to keep quiet about what went on in the house, but Isabel, so far, had done a great job.

There was little for Donna to do, limited as her movement was. She could twist herself and wiggle a bit on the bed, her small stubs gave her just a little push. Jacob had a TV for her with a remote she could control with her mouth and a computer by her bed so she could read or surf the web. She was a bit lonely, but more than that, she was crazy horny. Two times with Jacob since the day of operation was not nearly enough! Two times a day wouldn't be nearly enough! And in her turned on state, she couldn't help but read sex stories on-line and look at porn sites all the time, which only made her worse. She was barely sleeping at night, the hot, burning lust so maddening wild she couldn't relax enough to slumber - and those few hours she did brought on crazy dreams of wild sex parties where she, limbless, was passed around from person to person to do with as they pleased - when she awoke, she was soaked with sweet and her sheets drenched with her over-flowing juices.
It was on such a night, as she drifted off into a light sleep, the visions of wild, rampant sex starting to form in her mind, that the door to her small chamber burst open and the lights above her exploded to life. She was started at the sudden intrusion, and stunned by the rude awakening to bright lights. Someone was in the doorway and approaching her, but it was a blur, a misty form she could not identify.
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I have mixed feelings about this, as I'm usually not interested in adult women in general and especially in mother/son incest, but there's also an interesting and rare fetish in this story. It also makes me curious how Lisa will return to the story, as surely if the story introduces her as a character she's going to play some role?

This is excellent, and I look forward to more!

Unless you are TheChaosGrey (which I think you aren't, because otherwise you'd have said it first), then you are a thief.

The original story (and many others), can still be found here https://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/chaosgrey/www/stories/single/tobecomeafucktoy1.html

Stealing stories from other authors to prop yourself is pathetic and you should be ashamed of yourself.

For anyone going to chaocgrey's page (at least on Mobile, but possibly on desktop as well), depending on your browser settings you may not be able to see any of the text until you highlight it.

Also, slim doesn't specifically claim that they wrote the story, but I do agree it's misleading (and kinda sucky) that they made no mention of the original author.

That being said, there's definitely no rule against posting other people's work here, and if nothing else it sheds some light onto TheChaosGrey's works, though only because Falquian pointed it out

No, it's not ai written. This is my second attempt at writing anything, the reason characters switch back and forth like that is because I wrote them inconsistently.

And also because I suck at writing, obviously.

>>24965
Then don't let my words discourage you and keep writing. Sucking at something is the first step at getting good at it.

>>24965
I liked the story.
Keep writing and you'll feel more confident with time.

>>24965
Sucking at something is the first step to being good at something! Also I'm going to keep my headcanon ;)

This was great, keep going!

When I woke up, the room was moving from side to side, and I groggily tried to remember where I was. Oh right, held captive by the Symbionese. Ugh. With my sister Lani and my neighbor Manami. Both were, mercifully, still asleep, as well as being alive. The rapist soldier was nowhere to be seen. We were all alone.

The cabin's motion started to make me nauseous, though. I started to feel sick to my stomach. We were all naked, in a fluorescent-lit torture chamber that happened to have beds and the aforementioned table, and I scampered over to the lone toilet. There was no privacy. I was dripping sweat and feeling sick to my stomach. I started to heave. Green (or was it red?) goop flowed out of my mouth and mostly into the toilet. Unfortunately, some of it wound up on the seat and on the floor near the toilet. I grabbed some toilet paper (at least that "luxury" was provided) and wiped it up, throwing it into the sloshing toilet. I was still feeling dazed and sick, though, and I crawled a little bit until I passed out.

When I came to, Lani was awake and moaning, and then she saw her leg stump and started to cry. Pee was all over my thighs and in a puddle near my twat.

"Damn", I thought, "I must've peed when I blacked out. I need to clean up AGAIN. Ugh!"

Lani started elbowing her way to the toilet, and then she pushed herself up on her one good leg and started a three-limbed crawl to the toilet. Lani almost made it to the seat when a yellow stream of piss issued forth between her legs, spilling onto the floor nearby. Surprised, Lani let go of the seat and fell back onto the floor - right into her own pee. Lani screamed.

I was feeling a bit better by now, even though we were still at sea and the room was still moving around, so I got up and wobbled shakingly towards Lani. I grabbed more toilet paper to wipe us up.

However, a foul odor now issued from Lani's butt. Seems like she had now shat herself in the fall, and THAT needed to be wiped up as well. Dang.

"Come on, Lani, we should move away from the toilet", I gently urged her. We softly and slowly maneuvered away from the toilet.
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The next morning, I woke up on the floor. I could hear Manami breathing; the lighting was bright as usual, and I realized that I was all dark red with blood and flesh for some reason. I realized I was on something soft and rather stinky. I grabbed for it, only to find out that it was some of Lani's body parts. I gagged and tried to scramble to the toilet, only to go slipping on Lani's guts and go sprawling over Manami's hips. Manami woke up and screamed as I sweatily dry heaved. What the heck?

I guess that some sailor or soldier must have cut up Lani's other body parts and then put the parts next to and on top of us while we were sleeping. More next to and on top of me than on top of my slender black haired Japanese pal.

I was, literally, wearing and slipping around on my sister. Eww.

The toilet was accompanied by a sink and a hose, suggesting that there were means of washing up. Unfortunately, the sink's water flow was meager and there seemed to be no way to turn the hose on. So we were stuck being filthy in the remains of my sister.

I hugged Manami and I wondered if, indeed, this was it for us. Would we ever get out of here alive? Being imprisoned here was boring, and we didn't know what, if anything, to do. We talked about our families and origins, speculated about the Symbionese, and then I cupped Manami's right breast and started tickling it. Manami was startled.

"Oh, Nami-chan, what else is there to do? We might as well play with each other, right?"

Manami thought for a moment, giggled, and playfully slapped me. I spanked her on the butt and massaged her shoulders and started feeling her, circling her nipples ever so softly. I had never had a lesbian encounter before, and neither had she. (She had a boyfriend up until our town burned down, and I was on close terms with a couple of guys, one with benefits.)

And here we were, moaning and groping and feeling all over. We touched our tongue tips. I absent mindedly grabbed the first thing I could think of (which turned out, unfortunately, to be a chunk of flesh previously belonging to Lani) and smushed it into Manami's cunt. At this point, I fumbled around for a dildo and, not finding any, tried to finger fuck Manami. Then I realized that since we might never get out of here and since we were all alone, I might as well use some of my late sister's body parts. I mumbled an apology to Lani as I took one of her ribs and inserted it into Manami'Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

I tried to sweet talk myself out of getting killed. I introduced myself as Alaina, and I told them of my history and my town, and how I spent my days before the war, in my wonderful town and the little garden shop I worked at. I asked soldiers about their history, and I flirted with one of my kidnappers. Over a few days, he fell in love with me, and we got to talking with one another on a regular basis. He took me off the pole after about a day and shunted me off to a prison cell near his barracks, not too far from the bamboo spikes. At last! Progress was being made!

I offered to do chores for my Symbionese paramour, a lanky dark haired guy by the name of Lee Ting Hou. He said, "Start by sweeping up the floor", which I did. Soon I was making his bed and doing other odd jobs, and we fucked each night saucily and lovingly.

This was how we passed the next several days until the Americans came and rescued me, in a brilliant invasion. Unfortunately, the barbarians that had taken me, my sister, and Japanese friend hostage couldn't resist taking one last swipe at me, as guns were firing and explosions were ringing out.

The commander arrested my boyfriend of the moment, Lee Ting Hou, in front of me while the battle noisily raged, and stripped him naked from the waist down. The commander then read out what I presume to have been charges in Symbionese, and someone else - a subordinate - drew a sword, pulled at his dick, and lopped the organ off. I flinched. Hou also lost his right hand and was disemboweled as I gasped. He was then abandoned as I stood there, nude and handcuffed behind my back, and then I felt a sickening wrench from underfoot. I screamed and tried to kick, but I quickly faceplanted. I tried to roll over, and then I felt a sharp pain in my right leg. Soldiers had grabbed both of my legs and were now proceeding to saw through my right thigh. I couldn't bear it. I gasped and started to scream, but a soldier muzzled me in the mouth. The next thing I saw was my foot, coming at my face. I tried to get up but soldiers were holding me down. I felt burning at my thigh and nothing below there. I was sure they'd come for the other leg at this point or impale me or rape me or something, but gunshots rang out and they went fleeing. I squirmed around and tried to get or sit up, something not easy when you're handcuffed behind your back. I took to trying to roll on the ground or something, and thought I would succeed in pushing myself uPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

More like this plz

The Starfish Affair
By DX

Karen shivered in the cold damp air. She could see the waves of goose pimples ripple across her mellonous breasts, her nipples swelling to the size of thumbs.
It wasn't the cold that made her shiver.
She didn't try to protest. It would have done her no good even if they had not ripped the tongue from her mouth a week or so ago. They had strapped her to a post, securing her head and body with thick, leather restraints, then rammed a heavy gauge steel ring through her tongue which was then hooked to a come-a-long.
It surprised her, as it always had, that she was not beyond feeling. That the never ending cycle of pain would always renew, refresh in its delivery of unimaginable trauma. How could her charred, shredded throat still scream with such volume, spiraling upwards as the torment turned up a notch was beyond her.
Her tongue was stretched slowly as they took their time, clicking the handle of the ratchet with intended affect. Her tendons straining, stretching, pulling her tongue out beyond imagination. She was choking, her neck pulled too far and her tongue still going further.
It exploded with a fine shower of blood as her tongue finally gave way, ripping from her mouth leaving a stringy trail of tendons and veins.
The last time they removed her tongue, they had nailed it to a table and let hungry rats nibble it off. The time before that, they nailed it high on a wall, then let her hang from it until her own, pain wrought thrashing caused it to finally tear.
Now, in the cold, cold cellar, she waited her fate. Ahmed busied himself, testing the mechanism that would release the guillotine.
She felt the Professor's hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward. Karen didn't resist. She couldn't.
Karen gazed distantly, unresponsively at the monstrous machine before her. Polished wood and gleaming brass brackets and screws handsomely made up its base like a collector's piece of fine furniture and not a butcher's toy of death. Its blade locked in its casement above, glimmered like a mirror, its edge wickedly sharp. A heavy spring coiled against it so when the trigger was thrown, it fired down with tremendous force ensuring a crisp, clean cut.
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Intended this fixed version to be on RP… Fuck

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Paul's colleague, Geoff, told him he was taking his wife away for a
romantic weekend. He said he thought that now his eldest daughter, Cassie,
was a teenager, she was able to look after her little sister, Debbie. Paul
was not a risk taker. In the office he was perhaps the dullest, most
reliable man. But Paul was also a man who diligently plans ahead.

Geoff had a photograph of his lovely daughters, Cassie and Debbie on his
desk in the office. Paul had admired it greatly. Two little, blonde
poppets, all smiles and innocence and so very pretty. Just his type. He
had on a whim made soft clay pressings of Geoff's door keys. It was a
habit of his. Part of his fantasy make-up. Like the fact of learning the
routes home of several schoolgirls and working out the most secluded spots.
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Island Ambush
Captain Grace Hawkins cleared a strand of her blonde hair away from her face as she looked back at distant Euroland coast. As soon as she had cleared it a gust of sea wind whipped it back into her face and she again pushed out of her face. Grace sat in the back of the open bridge of a ECG (Euroland Coast Guard) small patrol craft. It was her first time on the small light and fast patrol boat since her academy days so she was not use to the wind and speed yet and sat gripping the arm rest of the command seat and holding on to her cover (naval officer’s cap) as the patrol boat jumped up and down the waves. This was on her first tour with the Euroland Coast Guard as a captain. Grace had been a lieutenant commander aboard an ECG Cutter for two years before she got her commission as captain and then was reassigned to the small craft division. It was her first day in the division and she had spent the morning touring the base and was now with Ensign Rosa Peterson the craft commander of PB09 (Patrol Boat 09). Peterson had offered to show Grace around the PB09’s patrol sector and Grace accepted curious in seeing and riding on the high speed patrol boats. So far the trip was bumpy and uneventful however the sights of small islands that surrounded the Euroland coast were marvelous. Grace had second thoughts after finding out it was just Peterson and her on this trip, the enlisted crew of PB09 had PT drills (Physical Training) at the time they had cast off and were unavailable to crew the patrol boat. Peterson assured Grace that she could handle the boat on her own and that it was just a tour not an actual patrol. Thus far Peterson had been right, she could handle the boat fine and Grace was enjoying the sea breeze and scenery.

Grace looked forward at the helm where Ensign Peterson was piloting the boat, what a fine officer Grace thought. Like Grace and all Euroland women Peterson had bright blonde hair that was tucked under a blue ECG officer’s cap. Peterson wore her khaki officer’s duty uniform which consisted of matching khaki buttoned down shirt and trousers, the buttoned down shirt included black and blue shoulder tabs which identified her as an Ensign. Peterson gold belt buckle and combat boots were nicely polished as well. On top of being a fine officer Ensign Rosa Peterson was also a well dressed one, Grace made a note of this. She would surely pick Peterson to become a member within her personal staff.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

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TOO MANY DEAD GIRLS!!!
2021-08-30 by Skeebo
I'd just spent the last few months contracting for the Russian mob, so this last job was supposed to be a vacation by comparison. All I had to do was kill a nice, sweet college girl. Eva was her name. The file included a picture. She was beautiful, maybe 22, with luminous blue eyes and a thick shock of brown hair. I could tell that she'd be fun to kill.

By the time I'd picked the lock on her apartment door, I was already spending the contract money in my head. I could hear someone humming an asinine pop song in the back as I crept through the halls. The thick carpet silenced my footfalls perfectly. This was almost too easy. I rounded a corner and peered through the doorway. A feminine figure stood in the bedroom with her back toward me. It looked like she was in the middle of changing.

Eva was more tan and fit than she looked in her picture. The black bra and panties she wore did nothing to hide her athletic physique. She was still humming to herself as she leaned down, pushing a lock of thick brown hair over one ear as she smoothed a dress out on the bed. Her ass looked good enough to eat. When I'd crept up behind her, I allowed my crotch to bump against her firm, ripe buttocks.

You have to keep things fresh when you've been in this business as long as I have.

Her humming faltered as she straightened, not exactly sure what had happened. That's when I whipped the garrote around her neck. It was a good, strong rope between two wooden handles. It sank deep into her soft throat as I pulled it tight with a practiced motion. A jolt ran through the young co-ed's body as I yanked her back against me. She made a high squeak as her air was suddenly and brutally shut off.

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Mr.X stories archive

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Tg5uGQF0vPT9pkLF8gt1KxNGPKk_c1Fa

I guess I might also add this picture of the heroine.