/lit/ - Literature

>>24627
It was a commission so I was limited on word count.

>>24623
Yeah, I probably should've had it in her mouth, though I wasn't sure if a human could realistically keep their mouth open long enough to drink it all.

>>24628
Fun > realism.

>>24629
I don't agree with this as an absolute; how much "realism" constitutes "fun" is merely personal preference. If I wrote a story about a banana torturing another banana with hot fudge, you probably wouldn't masturbate to it, on account of it being beyond your personal "plausibility" tolerance. Even IF the bananas were super sexy.

I just prefer this version for meeting my personal plausibility tolerance (whereas drinking molten iron would've been a miss for me, to be clear). Different strokes is all.

I do agree that an extra sentence or two for the actual pourings themselves would not have been unappreciated. Really good story nonetheless! I'm a glutton for anything that moves away from the "asphyx/decap" standard for snuff stories, and this was certainly one I haven't read before.

Speaking about realism the definition of realism in the story is not about how well it matches our reality but how reasonable is the story.
Of course when the purpose of the story is just to deliver fetish content It is hard to keep it reasonable and some plot holes or plain nonsense can be forgiven
But it is still preferable to make the story worth reading even if you finished playing with your dick.

In that aspect I think story is not that good It is ok for fetish content but there is no plot or any interesting jokes.


>>24629
You should rather tell everyone that for you it is not
"Fun > realism" but that you have realism phobia and need the story to be deliberately as idiotic, illogical and unbelievable as it can be so that you would not feel bad about it.

Otherwise you can easily have both fun and realism and make great story which will be real fun to read and something to remember.

>>24622
What happened to Kevin?

“Now be a good old man and die. Do you want me to tell your villagers that you are a pervert and how you tried to feel me up? Just die and I won’t tell anyone.“

The village elder tried to grab Gwen in anger but that only caused his wound to tear open more and he coughed up a lot of blood and collapsed. Gwen ran back to the group of Caukaroms crying and screaming hysterically.

When the villagers followed her back and found the old man, he was already dead, clutching the pair of panties tightly between his fists. Having eliminated the troublemaker, there were no more problems. Sergeant Wilhelm was able to take control and lead them all back to the fortress with little trouble. There were only a few minor attacks by the Kanipu but overall they managed to get back to the fortress without any further major losses. Prince Gakidou and princess Leia had instructed their warriors to let the Caukarom get back into the fortress. They only attacked them a few times to make it less obvious that they intentionally let them escape.

The Caukarom soldiers could not believe their eyes when they saw sergeant Wilhelm return with a whole large group of settlers. They had believed him slain like all the other Caukarom soldiers who went out for rescue missions. Sergeant Wilhelm was welcomed back like a hero by many of the Caukarom soldiers and the settlers were very happy as well to have made it to the safety of the fortress. There was a big celebration held to welcome the settlers to the fortress and sergeant Wilhelm was promoted to lieutenant for his brave efforts.

Soon after their arrival in the fortress, Gertrude, Hilde and Gwen began to gather information about the fortress. They were able to send secret messages out to Fraser and give her detailed information on the layout of the defences inside the fortress and their weaknesses. Using the information provided by her spies, Fraser was able to set up a team of snipers and bazooka launchers that were able to directly target the hidden guard posts and take out those guards. Her team then constantly and precisely took out the hidden guards. They could tell whenever a replacement was posted and were able to take them out quickly because they knew exactly where the guard would be located. The moral of the Caukarom deteriorated quickly as more of them were killed. It happened all the time and no matter how they rotated their guards and their posts they still ended up dead.

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Part 6: The Kingdom of Snuffania

After the conflict with the Caukarom, which brought the Hitokuya and the Kanipu closer together, the Onixians wanted to create a new society that shared the same principles and moral values that the Onixians believed in and lived by. They tried to find all the cultural similarities that everyone already shared and use those as the common ground for building a new society. The Onixians wanted to teach the natives the way of Onixian life and turn the planet into a second Onixia where cannibals could live happily and in peace.

While they were investigating the traditions and common believes of the natives, they also worked on an important experiment. The purpose of the experiment was to investigate and try out how much effort it would take to turn reluctant slave girls into willing sex craving sluts. Princess Dana and many other girls selected from the Caukarom prisoners were chosen to be part of this experiment.

After witnessing the humiliation and degradation of her parents, the king and the queen, and subsequent killing of her mother by her own father, princess Dana was taken to the slave training camp. She was put with a group of girls the same age as herself. Mistress Janet, also known as Ms Yariman by the Onixian children, was put in charge of training Dana’s group. The first night they were locked in a dark and windowless room. Dana could not see a thing inside the dark room. She didn’t know how many other girls were locked in there together with her. All she was aware of were some occasional whimpering coming from the other dark corners. Scared and hungry she huddled together like a scared little kitten and fell asleep. She knew her pampered life as a princess had come to an end. She was no princess anymore.

The next morning they were all rudely awaken by someone screaming at them and hitting their legs with a whip. Dana had been dreaming of her former life as a princess. The pain caused by the whip and the noise quickly awoke her. All the other girls were whimpering when Mistress Janet hit them with the whip. Then the mistress barked a few commands that none of the girls understood. The girls only spoke Caukarom. The mistress was Onixian. Then she picked a girl and ripped off her clothes and pointed at her naked form. Then she started to hit the next girl until she started to strip. Mistress Janet continued along the rows of assembled girls until they were all naked. All the girls qPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The next round the red team attacked. The red Scorer was very quick. She raced across the large field with the quickness and awareness of a rabbit. The blue Defenders could not keep up with her and abandoned their attempt to catch her. Instead, they assembled near their goal and awaited the red Scorer to stop her there. The red Protectors had to do something to distract the blue Defenders, otherwise their Scorer, although she was lightning fast could not pass them. The two Protectors ran ahead of their Scorer to attack the blue defence first. They simultaneously raced towards the Defenders who were already prepared and waiting for them. Half of the Defenders had their spears mounted in their asses while the other half was keeping watch. They could not let those Protectors weaken their defence and allow the Scorer to pass.

The blue Goal Keeper was very nervous and jumpy. She had to protect her goal and not let the Scorer into it. But the red team had cooked up a cunning plan. The two red Protectors were racing towards the blue Defenders followed closely by their own Scorer. She was only a few steps behind them. Suddenly when they were just about to engage the blue team, the red team suddenly stopped dead in their tracks. Instead of ramming into the blue team’s Defenders and trying to disrupt their defence, they turned around and picked up the Scorer and threw her across over the Defender’s heads.

The blue Defenders watched in surprise as the blue Scorer flew over their heads and then raced off towards their goal. They quickly tried to give chase to her but chances of catching up and stopping her were very slim. They tried it nevertheless. The blue Goal Keeper was trying to stop the quickly approaching red Scorer. Then the blue Goal Keeper rammed the red Scorer throwing her body against the Scorer and both collided mid air. The Goal Keeper had taken the Scorer’s knife right into the centre of her belly. She was done for but she tried to keep the Scorer pinned against her body for as long as possible. The Scorer was caught. She had trouble dislodging herself from the Goal Keeper who was pushing the dagger deeper into her own belly. She was dying slowly but still had the spirit to fight and was trying to delay the Scorer’s continual of the attack.

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Part 7: The Rescue

One glorious morning, the long awaited finally happened. The Dolcett III showed up in the sky. The Onixians were over joyous. Finally the Dolcett III had arrived and they would be rescued. All the Onixians assembled near a clearing anxiously awaiting the arrival of their rescuers. The Snuffanians also send their representatives to welcome them.

Everyone watched with great anticipation as a small shuttlecraft descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the clearing. The Onixians were all cheerful whereas the Snuffanians were more fearful and all went on their knees and prayed in worship to the monstrous beast that had come from the sky to visit them.

The shuttlecraft wasn’t very big; it probably could only hold a maximum of a dozen people. When it landed it pulverised the rocks on the surface it landed on and produced a lot of steam and smoke. Then suddenly after all the lights stopped flashing, a huge section of the craft began to disappear and created an opening. From there the figure of a goddess appeared and descended down to the ground without moving her legs. She stood there motionlessly and triumphantly as she slowly descended the escalators.

When she arrived and stepped onto the soil, captain Fraser greeted her. They both hugged. The goddess-like female was Captain Teta Inanna, the captain of the Dolcett III. She was tall and had long black hair that flew in the wind. After the preliminary introductions between the two captains were made captain Inanna then formally handed the command of the Dolcett III over to captain Fraser who immediately took charge of the ship. Fraser in turn presented her to the Snuffanians and told them that she was her sister goddess Inanna and that she expected they would treat her sister just like they have treated her. The former Hitokuya immediately recognised her to be their long lost goddess of fertility, love and war. Inanna was the actual name of their goddess and they gave her a very warm welcome. Five of their prettiest women slit their own throats to provide Inanna with their blood for her cleansing bath.

They took Inanna to a tent with an empty wooden barrel. Then the first women knelt over the barrel and stretched her throat out so that it was above the barrel. Another woman handed her a dagger and she then slowly slit her own throat and let her blood spill into the barrel. The next woman then took the knife off her and knelt over the barrel Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Part 8: Alien Encounter

“Captain Fraser, we’ve discovered an alien spaceship floating towards us on our starboard.”

“Is it armed?” Fraser inquired.

“It seems to be heavily damaged, I don’t think that any of its weapons are functional. They seem to be drifting powerlessly.”

“Could it be a trap? Are the damages real or could they have been self inflicted as a decoy?”

“I believe not. From the looks of it, the damages have been caused a long time ago and they are way too extensive. My evaluation is that they are real damages.”

“Well, let’s hail them.”

“Aye, aye, Captain, opening hailing frequencies. There is no response, Captain. Should I hail them again?”
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Here's my other "setting" story. This one had an actual story written for it, of someone going through the process, but that was written by my wife, not by me... Anyway, here's that setting:

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Facility For Helping Suicidal People

To start off, the facility is created to take the cases of people who have been in treatment for wanting to take their own life for a long time, or in and out of places for such treatment, such that they're considered to be unlikely to want to live from any amount of traditional help.

The theory presented for the treatment comes from the fact that many people who attempt and fail to jump to their death report that on the way down, they changed their mind. The treatment is supposed to create the same effect with a similarly extreme situation to push the patients to change their mind and decide that they want to live.

A healthy goop is engineered to have all the nutrients a person might need. It's not designed to taste good, but to be healthy as food, eliminating the need for any other food. A diet consisting entirely of this new food will be healthier than most patients' diets were prior to the program.

As a secondary part of the theory, regarding chemical imbalance, is that a healthier body will help lead to a healthier mind. This is why the healthy goop is engineered. Also present are plenty of exercise machines, mostly for cardio.

The patients must consent to participating, signing the appropriate forms themselves. It is explained to them that this treatment can last for months, but not more than half a year, and that everyone who has left this facility has walked away wanting to live.

Both the primary and secondary theories are explained to them, as well as pointing out that the treatment is rather extreme, stripping them of some of their basic humanity, like having a name, wearing clothing, or being able to contact the outside world, to simulate death.

The facility has a long hallway. On the end closest to the lobby, is the trial room where people can try the first stage of the treatment for up to a week. They can keep their names and keep their clothes on. There's a green button on the wall that dispenses the goop to eat. There are beds, treadmills, ellipticals, weights, televisions, video games systems, books, high quality condoms, lube, etc... and the lighting is done with those lightbulbs that simulate sunlight. There are no commercials, no internet, no contPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I came up with this fantasy this morning and wrote it down. It's not long, and it's not in the same world as my Susan story above, but it does have some similar themes: casual free use, casual cannibalism, people being bought and sold, etc...

I suppose it could take place in an earlier version of that same timeline, after sexual free use and cannibalism start, but before animals all get endangered, people stop eating plants, and the murder system becomes so formalized.

The same goes for the "Butt Cookies" short story above, with that being before cannibalism starts, shortly after some regions start to embrace sexual free use.

If we want to squeeze them all into one setting and start doing the whole timeline thing, that is. It's not what I was thinking about while writing these two, but looking back, it could work. I simply wrote these two as one-off short stories.

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Peter's driving to the grocery store to get a few things and bringing his daughter Samantha along with him. She's happily bouncing on his lap, pretending to be the one steering the car.

Sam's mother had been purchased by Peter from this same grocery store many years ago and served him as a slave for seven years before being roasted for a holiday family reunion. Prior to that, she was a customer at the grocery store, and after she paid for a cart full of groceries, the register's lights flashed that she'd been selected. She was immediately tied up, wrapped in cellophane from the neck down, and had a price stapled to her left breast, through the cellophane, above the nipple. The groceries she paid for were simply put back on te shelves to be repurchased by another customer. Peter found her on the shelf the very next morning.

Once he finds parking and opens the door, Sam gets out of the car first. Peter's cum begins to drip down her legs, but she ignores it. It would feel stranger to her not to have cum lubricating her thighs.

Once out of the car, Peter lifts his daughter up and puts her in the front of a shopping cart. The front seat has an adjustable height, and Peter adjusts it so Sam's mouth is just the right height for his dick. As he pushes the cart, Sam keeps Peter's dick in her mouth, occasionally playing with it some, with her tongue, lips, teeth, and/or suction, but she mostly just keeps it warm for him.

As they enter the store, Peter takes a look at his list.

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One pineapple
Three apples
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An answer I gave in a PM on a message board on another website that I posted my Grocery Store story on:

If Samantha had not been taken right away, it's highly probable that someone else passing by would've taken her. Owning another person is expensive, but sought after, so finding a freebie like Sam is something anyone would jump on.

If she beat the odds and was still in the store when it closed, she'd become property of the store, just like Peter did. Being younger, there's more potential for her, so her price would be higher. If not purchased, since she's smaller, she could be sold whole as a meat item, since she would be able to fit in a standard size oven, something adults cannot do.

Also, the rule applies at the moment of closing, even for customers who're already on line to buy their groceries, or who have their cart halfway out the door. People in this world are quickly accepting of their fate, whether they're becoming a slave or being murdered for their meat, but they still try to avoid landing in such situations while they still have their freedom.

While free, Peter would've kept Sam in his sight at almost all times to ensure no one kidnaps her, but if someone managed to while his back was turned (like if the first guy who fucked him near the meat counter had walked off with Sam), his response would be a simple "Oh well..." with a shrug. (The guy didn't primarily because there were too many people around that could've seen him take her, which prevents it.)

The man who took her can do whatever he wants with her, just like her father could've when he still had her. Being her Master or her parent aren't all that different, so she simply accepts this new man in place of Peter. She was trained to be a very obedient slave, so she'll make a good slave to her new Master as well, both for sex and labor, until her new Master decides to kill or sell her; or until someone else kidnaps her, becoming her new new Master.

She could wind up gutted and in an oven that evening, be used to make a steady supply of new children for her Master to own, or any combination of a wide variety of possibilities. I purposely didn't get into it because this was the story of Peter's snuffing, not Sam's, and by leaving her fate open, I give the reader something to imagine.

If the shopping cart she was in had rolled outside and she was miraculously not kidnapped by anyone else, since she no longer has parents and doesn't have a MastePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Here's an old one of mine... It's more of a written down fantasy than a story, but it's what got me started with writing to begin with about 5-6 years ago.

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First a beautiful woman offers me her life to take and her body to eat. While making love to her just as she starts to climax, I put my hands around her neck and squeeze. When someone can't breathe, they get a high that can expand their orgasm to last longer and feel stronger. (Also, her spasms and clenching should feel great around my cock.) Her last feeling ever is this climax as she goes unconscious.

Then I put her in the tub and slit her femoral arteries (and probably a few others). Since she's still alive, just unconscious, her heart should pump away a lot of her blood. When it stops flowing, I do CPR on her, to force her heart to pump out the rest of her blood. Before letting the blood drain from the tub, I add bleach to it. This dilutes it and prevents anything in the drainage system from smelling like rotting blood. I wash off both myself & her body in the shower after this. This includes using shampoo on her hair and washing out all the blood.

By this point, I would likely be quite horny again, and I'm very curious as to how sex with a corpse feels, so I'd have sex with her again, and clean her out once more.

Next, I remove her head and set it aside in the sink, facing me so I can see her pretty face while I work (and so it kind of looks like she's watching). Carefully, I separate her skin from her meat, setting it aside to leatherize for bdsm toys (including floggers). I hear human skin isn't good for eating anyway. I gut and quarter her corpse, then butcher her into cuts of meat for the freezer. Some of her bones are also used for bdsm toys when possible (like canes or handles for other toys). By turning parts of her into toys, they're unrecognizable as human remains, but I know what they are, and would enjoy using parts from a woman's body on another woman during sexual play. Dead girlflesh striking against live girlflesh.

Of the remaining bone, I save whatever parts of the bones I can turn into gelatin (if possible). The rest would be baked in the oven until brittle & pulverized. Most of the internal organs are pushed through the garbage disposal (except the brain, which, while inedible, is useful for tanning the hide for leatherworking), which I also add occasional dashes of bleach to as I'm going. Her heart should be edible so I kePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Damn, first time I hear about GuroDate and it's already closed.

Going to watch for possible additions out of interest? Particularly hoping for exotics, like say lamia, centauress, slime, and maybe a big futa dragoness.

>>24502
Yea, possibly

It seems the AI does well with Sonic based snuff.

What if it got a prompt of "Write a story where Rouge the Bat is caught by a crime lord she was spying on and as a punishment forced to star in a snuff film where she's brutally raped and killed while recorded by many cameras from many angles"

I am curious how it would handle the idea of a brutal murder but not be told how to kill her, what would the AI choose?

>>24508

Fuck, wrong board, sorry

>>24165

Oh it would certainly take some drastic & excruciating shit to bring low such a magnificent beast!~ (especially considering even a dragon's cock is at least somewhat armored)

But fear not dear human! While it may appear the local settlement just rolled over for him, there are already dragonslayers inbound on his position. Some may even disguise themselves as helpless offerings…

I hope Varzolotroxx isn't too attached to his pride…~ 💋

>>24167
oh, that sounds very promising. a semi armored cock huh? the piss slit and innards probably aren't so protected, and considering how much he seemed to enjoy being sounded…could be useful?

Aww, here I was hoping at least one suicidally brave armored twink would end up impaled before any comeuppance

>>24233
The writer hasn't actually said anything on when anything happens, so it could end next chapter or several after.

bumping. dead for real?