/lit/ - Literature

Most of my stories end with gutting, and one or two have some seppuku.

Thanks

The tourists watched, tensely, as the loin-clothed girl knelt, and the man behind her drew his sword. She picked up a dagger, carefully grabbing it with both hands. Some flinched as she quickly pulled it to her stomach's side, stopping short. Closing her eyes, she tried a few more stabbing motions.

Tears streamed down her face, and after taking a breath, she bowed. The sword flashed through with a crack, and her head fell with a thud, rolling while the neck spilled its contents. The relaxed body slowly slumped to the side, prompting the audience to stand and clap.

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Also, Hitomi posted some at Dolcettish.com and FetNoir.com

You can search with ctrl+f or find option in the home page of /lit/ then you search "Land of Rising Sun"

Lovely work! Are you the same PusKiller that is on Pixiv? I quite enjoy your artwork there as well. Would you entertain the idea of doing RPs?

>>13094
Organization's sake? No. I don't really have a good reason. Would it be better if I did that to reduce clutter?

>>13905

Yup! Thats me! I'm much more of an opportunistic creator now (aka: when I have some free time) so my content output is much lower, but I still enjoy doing it.

Unfortunately, with the rare commodity of free time I have, I don't think I could fairly commit to an RP. So I'd like to decline, but thank you for the offer!

Butterfingered that reference number. Previous response was for:

>>13095

cant wait to see the nursery scene

Any updates on story?

The silly little poppet tried to run when I went back in the cabin. I held her tight against me, feeling her heart pounding, hearing her sniffling as she held back her tears, her whole body shaking. I stroked her blonde hair, cupped her little buttocks, feeling my cock swell. I held her gently but firmly, giving her a false sense of security. Part of me still wanted to let the girl go. I thought once more of my own daughter, Emma.
Oh Emma, baby, I whispered.
Fuck, this is so wrong.
I felt kind of sick and elated.
Little Emmy.
How would I go through with this? Still holding her tight I sat her on the edge of the workbench in the corner of the cabin. She was still sniffling, her eyes wet with tears stared hard at the floor. But she looked a bit more defiant. Perhaps she thought I was more human..?
I kissed her bare thighs, kneeling in front of her to strong her smooth, gangly legs and ankles and then to put her toes in my mouth again. Lovely little, sweet girly toes. Oh, my cock stiffened some more.
I let the thought enter me.
I was going to saw her feet off.
Yes.
I was going to hurt this sweet little buttercup. I wanted to watch it scream, feel it buckinging and jerking in agony as I took a hacksaw to her, Just because I could.
I took her feet out of my mouth, they were all wet with my saliva.
Your feet make me so fucking hard you little slut, I grinned knowing she wouldn't understand. I'm going to cut your pretty little feet off and i'm going to butcher you... i'm going to fuck your asshole with a knife....
Now I began to shake with excitement at the reality of these words.

The feet parts are great!

ah thanks.. it s my favorite thing ;)

I lay her down on the workbench and stroked her hair while she cried through her gag. I rolled her onto her belly because her hands were tied behind her. How was I going to keep her more securely fastened to the table though? I took my leather belt and wrapped it once around her neck, then hammered down the two ends of the belt with big rusty nails. She squirmed around but the leather good and hard and held. then there was a vice attached to the other end of the table so i took my shoelaces, ran them through the rope around her ankles and tied it to the handle on the vice. Should hold her nicely.
I played with my cock again to look at my handiwork: a little blonde poppet tied and gagged face down on the wooden table. the leather strap pshing down on her pretty neck, her hands twisting and writhing uselessly, just above the curve of her lovely bottom and then her smooth calves and ankles ending in a tied pair of feet with soles turned up, tied to the far end of the table.
My cock was rock hard as I peeled down her shorts and knickers to look at the smooth crevass between her young bottom cheeks which I kissed. so soft and meaty. I stroked her calves and ran my fingers over the curves of her feet. She twitched and flexed her lttle feet, so sexy and adorable, again I ran my tongue over her tootsies. My head buzzing with lust for them. I took the hacksaw off it's nail on the wall. My hands quivering as I held the supple, curvey foot nearest me and pressed the teeth of it to the back of the ankle an inch or so above her heel.

Good job.

To be honest, I might like it better without the last paragraph--having it cut out mid sentence gives it a note of finality imo

Bump!

Brilliant.

I hope you never stop writing.

Glad to know that people liked this one. Hopefully I will have the next one in a couple of weeks, but for now I am completely stuck...

I Don't write a lot at all apart from roleplays but could give it a try hahah :)

Please do, be my guest!

Eagerly awaiting this!

This is amazing.

>>16334
What do you think of this method of execution? Sorry for typos. I was using a quickmemo app and it had a word count limit and glitches out once I went past max.

Part 2

By late afternoon, with most of Fuhay's family all executed and humiliated in the worst ways possible, Loya turned back to the two girls on the pole. Runa and Sari hang limp with slight spasms whenever lightning struck, now too weakened to even react, but definitely still alive.

With the time being right, he ordered them to be taken down and be prepared for the final stage of their execution. The crowd was now watching as the barrier opening above the pole closed and guards rushed over. They unlocked the cuffs Sari had been suspended to the pole by and let her drop on the ground in a twitching smoking heap. Some of the guards took her by the arms and dragged her away.

Loya came up to the pole himself and hit the ground with a cane he had in his hands. Immediately the magnetic field of the pole weakened and Runa began sliding down slowly to the ground till she was in arms reach of the guards to pull her off the pole and lay her on the ground.

Runa was a bleeding mess with black burnt drops of blood all over her body while her arms, shoulders, and feet remained attached to the bars they had been sown to. Guards lifted her feet up while some others came and attached some chains to the ends of the small bar Runa's feet were sown to. They began pulling fiercely at the chains and the bar, Runa screaming in pained exhaustion. The bar tore the skin off her soles as it was ripped off her feet and they were released from it. Blood gushed down onto the ground from her feet as they lay shaking on the ground.

Next the guards lifted up Runa's back and dug hooks in between the skin on her back and the longer bar she had been crucified to. The hooks ripped away her skin at had been fused to the bar, causing more blood to flow from her. The hooks had been successfully been latched on and two guards pinned Runa's back downwards while 3 others pulled on the chains attached to the hooks.

Runa began shrieking full force as the bar was ripped from her shoulders and arms, leaving behind a red mess of bloody muscle and bone where the skin had been torn off. She was allowed to fall onto the ground and bleed out for a few minutes.

The guards began setting up two vertical posts about 9 feet high and carried over crossbeams and placed them just under the posts. Another post was set up a distance away with chains coming from its top.
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This is all around amazing.
My only questions. When they nail their feet, is it on opposite sides of the post, at a right angle from the side their backs face? Is the post circular and the feet on opposite sides?
And before that with their feet nailed by micronails into a block… is that block placed against a pole like, long enough their feet are spread? Is it placed against the magbetic pole toes down or toes forward?

>>16343
No it is at the front of the post like a usual crucifixion. The small bar her feet are micronailed to doesn't spread her legs if she straightens them out but it is that effect when you kneel down and your legs spread in response to your weight. The bar their feet are sown to is like a 1 foot long metal pipe. Their feet are placed together, it's just that their legs spread when the bar brings their feet up. Also the feet are curled around the bar as if they are grabbing it but yes the toes are down and not forward.

Oh great. Now you've turned me into some kind of penguin-pervo.

Seriously though, I enjoyed that far more than I thought I ever would, even though it had the word "feminists" in it.

LOL

That's something really original, I woud not say it is sexy, but interesting story :)

I wouldn't exactly call it shota, since the characters are in high school–the word you're looking for is "teen" or "teen boy"–but it's a really great story! You might also go with "zoo" instead of "degeneracy," bc "degeneracy" can mean basically anything that isn't super vanilla. But again, great writing! I really liked this.

Your body has warning signs of danger and should rarely be ignored. Panic, pain, difficulty acting, moving or even breathing. Your body has these warning signs to help keep you alive and to warn you of danger, but for some this is just a hinderance for a spell.

It had taken months of practice and play to get to the point she was at. To iron out that annoying panic signal her brain always gave off the moment she started to run out of air. To ignore the light headedness the lack of air brought for the sweet release that came after. To ignore the pain that was washed away the moment that warmth flooded her body.

She thought she was safe; she had practiced for months, used something thin and flimsy that could be easily rendered with her teeth, and /knew/ her limits. Well, the problem with limits is you never know what they are until you push them over the edge, and until you break through those limits. Only then are you truly capable of knowing what you can or can not do, but for some that is too little too late.

This had become her almost daily pattern now after coming home from work. Flop on her bed with a toy or not, slip a thin bag over her head and tuck it into her collar before securing the collar. Normally what took her thirty minutes or more to accomplish was done in mere seconds once her air ran out. That though had an inverse affect in it slowly taking longer and longer to accomplish her peak. The more she did it the longer it took, or that much more effort it took just to peak.

After a while of doing this she had learned to ignore her brain’s panic symptoms. She had rid herself of the panic that made her shred so many of the thin plastic bags. She had learned that the release that came after her head became clouded and blank was strong. She had learned to ignore the pain in her lungs since once the release hit her that pain would fade. All she had to do was tear the flimsy bag with a claw, tooth, or even her hand and she would be able to breathe again.

The problem was with every session the time it took grew seconds longer in what used to take mere seconds to peak. Now it was taking her nearly two minutes without air for her body to peak, but it was the only alternative now. She had trained her body in such a way that it was impossible to peak without the danger, and no matter what she used or how hard she tried she could not achieve that release.

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Chatin slipped her dress on getting ready for her date tonight, and tonight being Valentine’s Day. She had met a feline several months back and what had started out as a simple friendship had evolved into that much more. Although they were both a predator and a female it mattered little to her, and had long since ignored warnings from others on their relationship. What fears she had long since disappeared once their relationship became intimate.

For the night she had opted for a dress that was fancier than her normal attire, being lined with lace around the edges and across the shoulders. The dress covered her torso entirely down to her thighs, but left her back completely exposed down to her tail. With the fabric hugging her form it left enough visible to be attractive while hiding enough to make one wonder. She had worn nothing passed the dress assuming in advance that it wouldn’t be staying on her for too long anyway.

En lieu of a restaurant for the evening Aisha had opted that she come to their house for dinner, as she apparently had something special in mind. However, dinner wasn’t at the front of her thoughts currently, and it made her twitch thinking about the feline. Every time they had grown intimate, she was always left hanging and forced to solve the problem later. She was hoping tonight would be different after finally being invited to the cat’s home and on Valentine’s to boot.

She arrived at Aisha’s home in short order with her house not being too far away, though she had no idea of this fact until recently. Her claws clacked against the pathway as she walked to the door before rasping against it with her hand. Chatin was quickly met with the smiling feline wearing a red corset and matching skirt that blended well with their mostly pink fur. Aisha ushered her in with a kiss against her cheek before waving her off to sit down. “Have a seat dinner will be ready soon.” She said before disappearing from view.

Chatin flopped against the leather couch abruptly, not bothering to sit down normally. Immediately stretching out and relaxing, she waited on the feline to return. She closed her eyes waiting and thinking forward to the night, squirming lightly as her thoughts drifted straight into the gutter. It did not help her thoughts in the least when she suddenly felt claws dragging along her inner thigh. The sensation making her groan softly, she opened her eyes to the feline hovering above her purring. A second latePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Dinner was over at this point and she was almost literally drug from the dining room to bedroom only to be shoved down onto the bed. Her legs dangled off the side while she struggled to sit up before falling backwards once she felt a tongue against her folds. The noise that came from her muzzle was nothing short of bliss as her back arched and thighs parted widely for the feline. After having been teased each and every time by Aisha only to be left at the edge, and even at the start of the night, she utterly melted at the feeling. The teasing had gone on for the entirety of their dating and as that warm tongue met her damp folds she nearly peaked from that alone.

Reluctantly, Aisha pulled away after only a few moments of the pleasure, earning a groan from the skunk as she looked down confused. That confused look quickly disappeared, noticing the very bright and very hard erection protruding from the herm’s body. “Fuck…” Chatin said in bewilderment at the sight while Aisha quickly leveled herself with the well lubricated entrance. No words were shared as the feline pressed forward penetrating the skunk and spearing her folds apart slowly. The feline’s anatomy was different and resembled an equine more than anything, and as such that broad head took a moment to stretch her opening before popping inside. The moment it popped in, however, a sharp gasp could be heard from the skunk followed by a drawn out moan as it only slid its way deeper into her.

Aisha moved slowly at first, taking her time to hilt inside Chatin before even beginning to thrust. Each movement was methodically slow while gradually building speed until their bodies slapped against each other. Both moaned in unison for a time while Aisha grew in speed until Chatin grew quieter and sluggish. The skunk would peak suddenly without warning, squeezing at the thick shaft buried in her before falling slack entirely against the bed. Aisha paid no mind to this even as the skunk began to pass out and only continued to thrust into that passage until meeting her peak, filling the motionless body with her seed.

The feline pulled out slowly with a groan and left her on the bed to begin gathering things needed for dinner. After a few minutes, she returned to grab the skunk and tossed the female over her shoulder before heading for the kitchen. She had much to do before the initial drugs wore off and her girlfriend awoke hours later. Although part of her wondered how much she could aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Chatin moaned lewdly from the sensation as Aisha began to thrust immediately while the feline’s claws dug into her back. The pain from the claws only aroused her further making her tighten around that shaft until she felt something wrong. That wrong feeling was Aisha slowly separating Chatin’s pelt from the cuts she had made just prior. Aisha used her claws to get in under that layer of flesh and fur, getting purchase on it before tugging slowly away from the spine. Although flooded with drugs, the pain of what was happening was still intense and made her writhe against her bindings while immediately screaming in response. Though the screaming was muffled from her muzzle being tied shut, her pelt was slowly torn from her body while the feline rutted into her.

The pain was unlike anything she had felt before and no matter how she moved it wouldn’t stop. She tried to plead for Aisha to stop, but it was just as muffled as her screams as Aisha suddenly slammed into the skunk. Chatin felt warmth flood her passage as cold began to wash across her back and shoulders. That cold brought unimaginable stinging that only continued to spread with the cold, moving towards her chest now. It was at this time that the feline pulled free of the skunk, letting their joining drip to the drain below as she focused on the work at hand now.

She could now see what was happening as she looked down, as much as she didn’t believe it and as much as her brain was screaming. Aisha was tearing her fur literally from her body in one piece, and it was excruciatingly painful as well as slow. It wasn’t until she actually saw it happening that she heard the sickening sound caused by it as well, but that sound only lasted a few more seconds as the remainder of her pelt tore free from her body. She screamed until she had no air left in her lungs as her entire torso had been rendered furless, skinless and leaving only patches on her body. Her neck, upper arms, lower arms, tail and pelvic area were the only things still covered in fur at this point.

Tears rolled down her face from both the emotions flooding her brain and the pain that was beyond anything she had experienced before. She was confused as to how she was still awake during all this, and further why Aisha was doing this. The feline offered no explanation though as she methodically moved on to the next task, grabbing a fine-toothed saw after setting the pelt down. “Honestly, I don’t skin everyone I bring homePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

As always comments and criticism are appreciated. Lewdness is also welcome ;p

You can find me by my name easy enough elsewhere >.>

That was an utterly fantastic story. I loved the "oh well, might as well have fun" along with the light-hearted view of everything. Plus plenty of cheesecake to enjoy. Thank you!

> That being said, what about the Car Fight? Your recent post in that thread gave out impression that you were going to write something in that setting. Or is it that as you were contemplating it, it evolved into a new idea that we see here instead?

Thought about it, decided not to spend actual effort on this.

As you say, there aren't a lot of people reading. That might have something to do with the place breaking every two weeks, but in any case, I'm going to stick with whatever I have suitable inspiration for at the moment.

The A2A tag is because I tried working out what to tag this with, came up mostly blank, and decided we needed a new one. :d

Truthfully, I could have easily made this tame enough to post it on a different site. Still might. There's an actual plot.

>>16326

If you're not against Reddit, there's a recently made sub, r/deadlyerotica.

"Ah– ahahahaha!"

Linda was in stitches. Aisha glared at the blonde, who was holding on to a table to stop from falling over. She'd doubled over, she was laughing so hard.

She blew air into her cheeks, pouting at her best friend. "I tell you my deepest, darkest, most embarrassing secret, and this is what happens?"

"So that's what you were doing!" Linda wiped away her tears and grinned up at her, smile nearly cutting her head in half. "You were wincing for weeks. You stopped helping with goblin fights. I thought I'd hurt you somehow. It took you months before you even came over to play at my house again, and you wouldn't say why. How come you never asked saint Miriam for your arm back?"

"I thought she'd figure out what I'd done to myself," Aisha, defeatedly, said. This sent Linda into another paroxysm of laughter. Once she'd recovered she grinned at her, made a twirling motion with a finger against her head, and then, finally and blessedly, managed to stop laughing.

"Aisha, dear, I love you, but you're an idiot. I think we've still got some cakes. Want one?"

oOo

"So…" Linda stretched the word out. "This is just a thought, but… you know, we've done a lot of stuff."
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Glad to see more nonfatal guro stories.

While the start was a bit confusing, the character dialogue is well done and I look forward to more.