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 No.9610[Reply]

Terminal Fist Butt-Fuck
by Regis


“I have to tell you," Billy told Jackson, "I have no problem putting the rocks to kids. Having a cuddly naked little girl lying with you in your bed, bouncing on your prick, or kneeling down screaming as you drill her up her asshole is fantastic, something you’ll never forget. Driving your cock into her until she screams while you hammer the head of her uterus with your rigid prick is an amazing feeling.

If you’ve never tried it, you should. Once pretty little girls are properly trained they always give amazing sex. Best of all, in nearly every situation, they have no idea who you are, in their eyes you’re just another dirty old man, so they are never able to come back and bite you.

“A buddy of mine has an operation set up on the top three floors of an adults-only condominium downtown. He takes in street kids, or ‘borrows’ them from homeless single mothers, cleans them up and trains them, and for $500 you can fuck kids seven to ten years old. Most of the kids are girls, but little boys can be had by those who favor them.

“That’s not all, and this is really over the top. For only $2,500 he’ll set up a client to off a kid in a special studio or in his special dungeon room, everything provided. I get there at least once a month, but I’ve never done a kid, I mean like killed her. I’m not into that shit. What I say is let the little cunts do each other.

“Let someone else do the dirty work, or even better, for my taste, let the little cunts do each other. I prefer watching that. Either that or have a client who gets off on that shit do her. Offing a kid is a badass thing to do, but it’s interesting to see. I’d never do it, but I’ve paid to watch a few times.

“Once I watched when a client paid $5,000 for a pair of 8-year-olds to fight each other, armed with the small blades open on jackknives. The hot little cunts were high on speed, and they actually managed to kill each other! They were a lot more aggressive than they were good with those little blades, and it took 45 minutes before the 2nd one died.

“Organized kid fights are not that rare, believe it or not, but this was special. I couldn’t believe them letting a fight between little girls go all the way to a fucking double kill, but I’ve got to tell you, it was super hot and I loved it. It doesn’t get much better than that!

“One of the most unusual demonstrations I ever saw was done in a phPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.10121

Interesting that the one guy casually started jacking off while the other spoke. Thought there mightve been a fuck scene or something

 No.10122

It was all about what was in his mind, the locus of erotic passion.

 No.10134

E-Sarah, PM me on dolecttish.com

 No.10135

>>10134

done Regis ;)

 No.10139

Got it and replied.


 No.12753[Reply]

The marketplace bustled with an impossible amount of movement. An orange hue drenched each separate slab of concrete laid out throughout the busy courtyard. Booths riddled either side of the street, cotton tops ruffling in the wind. The heavy aroma of heavenly foods wafted through the narrow passageways, and every two feet forwards brought a new scent. The cloaked man shoved through hoards of ambling villagers, admiring the various trinkets and foods slowly. But the man had a mission. People grumbled as he pushed through, but quickly returned to their business, paying no mind to the awfully suspicious figure floating through the packed market.

He began to reach the end of the market and the strong aromas died down, dissipating to more a sweaty stench. The crowd grew thinner, but despite this, the air felt hotter. In front of him, beyond a few homeless stragglers that awaited meat scraps given by sympathetic villagers, was a large fountain, where the market slowly drifted to a halt. There, set up just in front of the fountain, was the booth the man had looked for. It was one of the larger booths, and a rug of some animal’s skin laid out in front of a man reclining peacefully in a wicker chair. He smoked a large pipe that caused smoke to billow beautifully from the man’s chapped, tired lips. To the left of the booth was a massive, open top wagon that blocked one half of the circular intersection. A big cloth draping was hastily thrown overtop the wagon that darkened the interior of the mysterious structure. The cloaked man approached quickly.

“You selling?” He said, flipping his hood down.

“Sure am.” The vendor replied. He had a great timbre to his voice, and it rumbled through his heavy dialect.

“Let me see your specials for the day.”

“Specials?”

“Best sellers.” The vendor snapped his fingers in acknowledgment then stood up. He walked to the back of the tarp-covered wagon and pushed the two flaps that served as a makeshift door. He barked unintelligible orders and threw some slaps and hits, and as he exited the cart, so too did three young, naked girls, bound together with rusty, metal shackles. They were all dirty, sweaty, and clearly uncomfortable. They shambled to the rug where they promptly stopped. The vendor grabbed a flog that lay on a stand nearby and brought all three of the girls to their knees with a single swipe. The man, despite being poor with observations, noted tear marks staiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12765

Ella was such a good girl. Doomed from the start and knew it, but was so obedient. :-D Loved this story!

 No.12778

What a perfect place to spend the afternoon perusing the wares and making a purchase or two.

I note with great interest the "Part 1", as I hope to see more of the merchandise being inspected, sold, and used.


 No.7892[Reply]

P R O L O G U E


The War was not a pretty one. There is no pretty war but The War started out pretty, in that it was relatively bloodless with a few bombings and mostly protests.

But then the government was dominated by a single theocratic faction, and committed genocide like the world had never seen before. Missiles launched from satellites destroyed millions residing in ghettos instantly, millions more were locked up.

Former allies knew something had to be done; They equipped and trained the remnants of the previous government and whoever would join them, and even sent in their own Special Forces. Rival superpowers took their chance and armed their own proxies with massive numbers of cheap but effective weapons.

The theocrats found they had been both outnumbered by one revolutionary faction, numbering tens of millions of hardened soldiers, and outgunned by the other.

It was at this time that the rival superpowers marched on their circumstantial allies with legions, and a single nation's civil war turned into an even bloodier World War.

When the smoke cleared generations later, there were no victors.

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 No.7957

"We're live."

"Hi, you're watching FUKS4NEWS!" The blonde anchorwoman cheerfully smiled at the camera then turned to the brown-haired man at her right.

"We have quite some news today. In the previously BCMA-held region of Durlot, California, SCAF initiated a coup and ousted their former allies from most of the center. The Black Christians and Muslims Alliance pages on social media are swearing to launch a counter attack and retake ground, while Spiritual Colored Army of Feminists are taunting them and posting videos of their victory celebration."

The television program showed shots of comments made by blue- and red- haired black girls with scars, tattoos, and piercings retorting statements of indignation next to profile pics of pastors and other scarred girls with dyed hair and tats but wearing crosses. Then low-quality videos of people encircling a fire and swaying back and forth.

"For more, Alice Von Braiche." The televisions in bars and homes across the nation showed a younger blue-eyed woman with straight black hair step forward to the camera, National Guardsmen of various races standing behind her, a couple with grenade launchers.

"H-" An explosion interrupted her. Smoke filled the room. Gunfire erupted. Smoke cleared, the camera had been knocked down, showing her lying flat and looking about like a scared cat.

A rod jutted out from shadows and yanked her into an unseen room. Coarse voices muttered to each other as one spoke clearly "see what happens on our-"

"WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY!"

"My ass they are." A bartender spoke to a client he just handed a drink.
"I'm checking out their pages now, I want to know what's going on. Damn the news censoring this, I want to know." The customer replied, anxiously pulling out his phone. "Well shit.

People asked him for the pages and he told them a website, what program to download. People used to dismiss his advice to get special programs, now they listened when he said normal browsers simply wouldn't do.

There was a live-stream of Alice crying and squirming but held in place, her arms stretched out before her, her left leg kicking the floor and her right being held down with a 5-pronged pitchfork pressed into her ankle.

"What a pretty one you are." A wispy voice knelt by her and gently held her face, rubbing her cheek. She looked up at him and screamed, his face and other arm out of the camera's view.

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 No.7958

"We're live."

"Hi, you're watching FUKS4NEWS!" The blonde anchorwoman cheerfully smiled at the camera then turned to the brown-haired man at her right.

"We have quite some news today. In the previously BCMA-held region of Durlot, California, SCAF initiated a coup and ousted their former allies from most of the center. The Black Christians and Muslims Alliance pages on social media are swearing to launch a counter attack and retake ground, while Spiritual Colored Army of Feminists are taunting them and posting videos of their victory celebration."

The television program showed shots of comments made by blue- and red- haired black girls with scars, tattoos, and piercings retorting statements of indignation next to profile pics of pastors and other scarred girls with dyed hair and tats but wearing crosses. Then low-quality videos of people encircling a fire and swaying back and forth.

"For more, Alice Von Braiche." The televisions in bars and homes across the nation showed a younger blue-eyed woman with straight black hair step forward to the camera, National Guardsmen of various races standing behind her, a couple with grenade launchers.

"H-" An explosion interrupted her. Smoke filled the room. Gunfire erupted. Smoke cleared, the camera had been knocked down, showing her lying flat and looking about like a scared cat.

A rod jutted out from shadows and yanked her into an unseen room. Coarse voices muttered to each other as one spoke clearly "see what happens on our-"

"WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTY!"

"My ass they are." A bartender spoke to a client he just handed a drink.
"I'm checking out their pages now, I want to know what's going on. Damn the news censoring this, I want to know." The customer replied, anxiously pulling out his phone. "Well shit.

People asked him for the pages and he told them a website, what program to download. People used to dismiss his advice to get special programs, now they listened when he said normal browsers simply wouldn't do.

There was a live-stream of Alice crying and squirming but held in place, her arms stretched out before her, her left leg kicking the floor and her right being held down with a 5-pronged pitchfork pressed into her ankle.

"What a pretty one you are." A wispy voice knelt by her and gently held her face, rubbing her cheek. She looked up at him and screamed, his face and other arm out of the camera's view.

"Pleasse Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.7959

The camera was held back and pointed out a window. At least a hundred well-armored men and women wielding AK-47's and 74's, a couple of Uzis, and one with a shotgun were standing guard in the street below and on another rooftop.

"For General Sherro."
"FOR GENERAL SHERRO!" The live video showed the new cameraman's arm raised forward as he shouted and the well-equipped mercenaries returning the gesture. Emili Azul Sherro's troops were always fearsome to behold. She looked for morale and skill in her troops and had the money to equip them. Signing for her was like selling your soul.

Every recruit had to prove his or her worth- especially bravery. Sherro knew it didn't matter how many men you had if they all panicked and fled the instant they were attacked. She would take in the physically weak and strengthen them- if they could brave flames. She'd take the fat, if they could play at least a single game of Russian Roulette and then put with needles in their own limbs.

Those who proved themselves found that pain tolerance was priority number one for training. "Life Hurts and Everyone Dies" was their motto. You had to basically worship her to join, but it was worth it... if you survived.

The camera turned back from the street to face Alice- much further from her now. The man who caressed her was still kneeling, now joined by 3 ladies in bulletproof black masks. Not a trace of their skin showed but their very feminine figures did. They were chest heavy and curvy, with wide hips and slender waists. One had long soft blonde, straight and silky, flowing over her trenchcoat, another had jet-black hair that was just soft and silky but behind her in a pony-tail. The slenderest of them stood in the middle, just inches shorter but still tall and intimidating, and took off her mask. It was the Witch-Goddess herself. Anarchist-General Emili A. Sherro

She was not visually unlike the reporter, at first glance. Both had black straight hair and bright eyes, though Emili's were green and her hair was shorter and slick, covering her face but not reaching her shoulders. She stepped over the shadowy man and on Alice's back.

 No.7960

"Cut her clothes off." Emili stomped Alice's spine, holding back so to not break it.
"What no! Please!" Alice squeaked in pain, which Emili met with laughter.
"Is that enough to scare you? Being naked and some bruises." Her expression changed to contempt. "You're pathetic!" She spat on Alice's face, just over her ear. It ran down her hair and over her eyes. "Spit on her! Spit on her back! Piss on asshole!" She stomped on her face and pressed deeply, and Alice could feel all her clothes being pulled from her and spiky grooves under the boot stomping around on her back, then splattering drops of spit her back.

A knife was shoved under her green panties and sawed through them and the top of her pants, before her panties were yanked away and shoved in her mouth as her pants were pulled down her legs. The man holding a pitchfork in her ankle stepped on her pants, vertically posting the pronged staff in her leg, and used his other hand to undo his zipper and aim his cock. Alice's shaking knees drummed the floor as her butt wiggled temptingly in the air, reflexively and without any of her own conscious input.

Emili sharply punched the shaded man with a wispy voice in his chest, "DON'T GET ANY ON ME!" He looked back with wide eyes of fear and nodded, kneeling to spit more accurately. She pet his thick hair as light gleamed in his reflective steel collar, she then grabbed it to yank him back just as urine from the other man splattered between Alice's buttocks and then into her asshole.

Her arms were pressed to the ground by 2 cloaked figures, spitting and drooling on her, drinking various heavy liquors. With one foot still on Alice's face, Emili stomped on her right elbow.
"Her arm! Raise it! Snap her elbow in half!"
He obeyed and lifted her hand, pushing her wrist towards the general's knee.
"GYAAAHH!" A high-pitched squeal left her circled lips as she could only feel pain in her right elbow and ankle, then the pain on her back and face returned. Her vision wass blurred but she could strongly smell smoke and everyones' body. After some moments, she regained sensations of her anus being filled and rapidly pushed around by piss, along with the crevice of her ass being splattered and reflecting a wall of urine in a semicircle that landed on her thighs and back. Her eyes faced her still-unbroken arm and she could see only nothing else except the man holding it.

"Tear it off!"
Her arm was still in great pain, but it becamePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.7962

"Pull on her legs! PULL HER FROM THE HAIR ON HER HEAD! The four men pulled with all their might, digging their feet in the ground and pushing themselves away from Alice while maintaining iron grips on her skinless legs.

A thick trail of blood slid from her back and pooled around her, swamping her thick hair. Strands of dangling skin followed, flowing from where they were still connected like yarn taped to a suffering toy. Emili lit a cigar and ignited the spots of alcohol that was spat on her arms, burning some strands off. Pieces of her scalp tore off and and clumps of hair stuck to Emilie's boots. Her breasts dangled around, swaying back towards her face- as if her own nipples stared into her eyes- as she was dragged, then bouncing forward and smacking her bloodied ribs and belly when her scalp quit and she was yanked her from own hair. Her tits bounced forward and back several times, eliciting laughter from everyone in view of the camera plus several others, as well as many shadier viewers enjoying the footage.

Alice thrashed about, flailing wildly. Her torso jutted up and her blood-crowned head crunched forward- only the hairline remaining of her once-lush locks. Her left arm smacked the floor several times, swinging up and slamming down, and what was left of her right arm rotated wildly as she sprang her chest side to side, swinging her boobies with them.

"I love how your titties dance as you suffer!" Emili kicked one, causing the screaming professional to jut to the side, expanding her ribs on one side but crunching the other, which Emilie quickly took the opportunity to stomp on multiple times in just seconds. She did the same to the other side, even focusing on Alice's solar plexus and already-spanked belly.

Alice jetted her chest from side to side, twisting and begging, blocking as best she could with her left arm, with sharply put pressure on the bone jutting from her right elbow and causing her to helpless fall back on her shoulders. Emili stomped on her breasts, kicking them and smushing her boots around Alice's nipples until their turns came. The nipples were sliced off before the rest of the breast was skinned. Most of her skin had been removed, but her vagina was left.

"Give me her ankles!" She held them high and apart as the camera focused on the 2 ladies, then zoomed in on Alice's genitals, "Take all the skin off her! Her belly! Her back! And her neck! Yes, even her cunt!" Alice thrashed wildly, screamingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.11553[Reply]

I discovered a bunch of Chinese death related guro stories and was translating them but backup failed, depression set in and only now mustered enough to get back at it.

I hope to one day be able to support myself with translations so any comments and suggestion is highly appreciated.
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Dovakiin Simple Meal

Tatatata. Metallic heels taps Lord of Falkreath's longhouse floor, that is a pair of golden high heels, pure gold pair of sky high heels, the better to let the woman wearing look taller, but even so, it's owner is a small lovely person.

The guard swallows; even if carrying a magic totem with the emblem sun's golden ring floating in mid air, the brightened back and shoulder blades can be completely seen, the oiled skin and the white dragon tattoo and unique dragon words gives this prettiness an added mystique.

Connecting to the totem are two hanging blue drape accessories giving the back view only blue and the girl's white buttocks, plump thighs, and a pair of tied hands.

Those small white green onion like fingers seems to purposefully teasing the guards behind, occasionally massaging those soft buttocks, the bouncy skin, seducing the loyal guards making them imagine pinching that meaty rear.

That fluffy soft gold tinged hairy tail swishes left and right hiding and showing the butt.

And those who look from the front would be worse off.

Gold hair with two braids tied in front, a pair of fox ears popping out of the hair, a small round face with loli characteristics, and a young girl's maturity, the mouth corners creating a enticing faint smile and her ruby eyes make this delicate face a delight to view.

More captivating is her body, though of petite height but it is a fully ripe unshameful fruit , you can even say a body bursting with hormones.

This figure doesn't hide, although wearing a boot, but the leg ring with gold lace to the high heel boot doesn't cover anything, the gold bracer with white lace has similar accessory affect.

Her pair of bountiful breast flesh, seemingly capable of squeezing out at anytime milk stream, but on the areola are glued only two silver open discs, the erect pink peaches emerging from the center hole secures the discs.

From each nipples' base is a gold chain connecting to the material that hides her private - one long string of gold beads hiding her mound;Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.11554

Oh I forgot to give credit.

It's written by 永夜者, he is currently writing a r15 book with similar themes involving Dark Souls and some anime. Occasionally he'd write r-18 stories, some independent, Fallout, and a few on his Dark Soul series. He has a bunch of stories I plan on translating first then eventually other authors.

I did receive his permission to translate.


I need to proof read more, only after posting and reading did I find some stuff I missed when I proof read in text note.

 No.11572

I love this story. It's so unabashedly pornographic, with every other sentence sexualizing the main girl and using fun words to describe her body.

I also have a thing for consensual, and a thing for super-powerful heroines meeting their makers.

I'd love to see more translations--this author writes right up my alley.

 No.11591

agreed. Please do fallout, I've never read fallout guro before

 No.19087

I assume you gave up on your attempt to translate more of this- can anyone find the author's other works in Chinese? I found a pixiv account but there are only 7 novels in there- this one not included. If anyone knows where to find the rest i would be very grateful.

 No.19093

God, this is absolutely incredible. I'd love to read more of this author's works, if they're anything like this. I love seeing strong girls like me made low and killed for men…


 No.17179[Reply]

Another commission - if you want one, there's an email attached to this post :)
This story was posted to my Patreon a week early! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

Heartbeat(en), Heartbreak: Part 1
tags: Futa/F, F/F, cons (sex), non-con (snuff), beating, brainfucking

Standing in the electronics section of Junes, Naoto Shirogane wondered how she allowed herself to be convinced to do this - but deep down she knew why she agreed.. When Chie Satonaka, Yukiko Amagi and Rise Kujikawa came up to her, asking her to shoot a porno with them, she was so confused! But they were so convincing - telling them they needed another dickgirl to make it work, since Chie couldn’t fuck both of them at the same time. They had come at the perfect time to ask her about it - for in the recent days she had been jerking off to Rise’s latest nude photoshoot. Some of Yukiko’s very suggestive photos also made it into the young detective’s fap material. She was fantasizing about fucking them… And now they were going to do just that. And as if that wasn’t enough, Chie was also there! Naoto was curious how much more muscular the tomboy had grown beneath those clothes of hers… And how big her dick was. Was hers bigger? It was a matter of pride - and Naoto was eager to find out if that was the case.

Well, with how things were, she was certain she was going to find out soon. “In we go!” Commanded Chie - the tomboy wearing her usual, grey pleated skirt and her green top on - before jumping right into the tv. The other three girls followed suit - going through the usual sensation of entering the tv world. Arriving on the other side, she was surprised to see numerous cameras already set up at the stage what used to be the base for their ventures into the tv world. With the fog gone after their victory over Ameno-Sagiri, the cameras would have no issues capturing every inch of their bodies. “I took care of setting everything up, so we can get started right away!” Rise expressed eagerly, her voice dripping with excitement. The idol was wearing an orange summer dress, and white leggings underneath it. “Ah… Here, in front of all these cameras… My heart is aflutter…” Yukiko expressed her excitement and stage fright like that - the beautiful Amagi heiress wearing her red cardigan, a similar skirt to Chie’s and her black stockingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.18375

Heeere comes part 2 :)

Heartbeat(en), Heartbreak: Part 1
tags: Futa/F, F/F, cons, amputation, beating

With her knees still shaking a little, Rise stared at Naoto’s mindless face - the cum overflowing out of her skull, as well as the expression the detective was wearing, both turned her on. Even having just came, Rise just wasn’t satisfied - she still wanted more. Angrily, she took the strap-on off, and threw it away. She needed a proper dick inside her, not just some toy! …Or at least to be penetrated with the strap-on’s business end instead. Still, since Chie had just came as well, her cock was limp - and Yukiko had touched herself to another climax too, the black-haired heiress shaking while dragging her girl-spunk-stained panties and skirt off. Neither of them seemed ready to satisfy her needs yet… And using Naoto’s cock was out of the question, as well. The dead detective’s shaft went limp after she jerked her off for the last time, and was now laid out on her belly, just leaking cum onto Naoto’s stomach.

Fortunately, the idol had just the perfect solution for that. Pressing her hands together in front of her chest - as if she was praying - she called forth her persona once more. It took her a few moments, but Kanzeon eventually materialized right over her. Her persona unleashed her magic over the four gathered girls - revitalizing energy flowing into all of them. Rise’s main goal was making Chie hard again, so that the muscular tomboy’s cock could fill her up - and with a satisfied smile Rise spotted that her dick was ready for more action. Yukiko’s quivers also slowed down - and Rise found her own body recovering from her earlier climax as well. Now, Chie was ready to satisfy her needs… The brown-haired girl’s pussy dripping as she imagined Chie’s strong, muscular arms or her trained legs crashing into her body again. The pain that came when the martial artist beat her up earlier was so exquisite, RIse really couldn’t wait to feel it again.

She intended to go to Chie to satisfy her lust again, but before she did, some movement right in front of her caught her attention. W-what? Naoto’s dick was now erect too… If anything, it seemed harder than it had been before. But… Wasn’t Naoto dead now? Was her magic able to affect the dead too? This was something Rise had no way of testing before… And now that she realized that it was, she knew she had to tePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.18473

Awesome! Absolutely loved it

 No.18537

>>18473
Thanks ^^ More is still to come :)


 No.13542[Reply]

I have been looking for a story that used to be on here. It was called "The Message" it was about a girl that was kidnapped by the mafia as a message to her dad. Anyone have it?

 No.13543

You should post this in the looking for stories thread


 No.17294[Reply]

Maybe someone will enjoy them I usually dont write anything and those are not even check after i read them so ther will be a LOT of errors and stuff. But maybe one person will like them.

It was already 10 minutes since bell ring to signify end of the recess and called all the students in a small rural village school. Mark was standing in boys toilet wearing gear he collected from his pap garage locker. Pap was alweys warning him to kips his paws away from it but he did show him how to use most of his police gear. he even took Mark few times to a shooting range and let him shot his glocks and semi automatic rifle.
Mark never enjoyed it, not really. His father was a jackass and alweys treated him the same way his classmates did - as a weak and useless nobody.

Today he decided to make everyone recognize him and see that he could do SOMETHING big on his own.
Last beating from his clase bullies made something snap in his head.Or maybe it was the grins on the girls faces as they pulled his underwear down and made him stand there exposed and humiliated before the whole class…

He looked around and walked out toward his classroom.
beside his class and two teachers there shouldn't be anyone else at the school at this time of day. It was friday and his integrated class had most of the kids form the town attending. Mark would be just turning 14 next month home but in his class there were kids younger and older then him… The oldest and the biggest bully was Jake a 16yo athletic wolf and a school best football player that every girl - from 10yo Magy to 15yo Jenny - worshiped…
Then there were Adam 15yo cat and Carl 16y lepard - Jake sidekicks, alweys first to show their loyalty but humiliating Mark…

He had it… He pull the safety off the guns. Two colts and semi-auto rifle gun. His head go blank with only one purpose pushing his legs forward - anger and revenge. No One would help him if he won't fight for himself - just like his father alweys told him before kicking his ass again for being a sissy…
He make sure everything is ready and with one hand on the the rifle he pushes the door open.
- Oh Mark! Finally you decided to show up! - Miss. Merry a 30yo deer woman and Jenny mother says after seeing his head lean inside the class.
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 No.17295

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This one was made in 2 parts… 1st was written the ending and then the beginning was added so it sound awful…


Comodo had many opponents in his career as a Killing Bites champion but today was special for him. Brute Rabbit organized a private fight between him and Brute Ratel! He stood in front of this famous new brute and he could not stop himself from ogling her body. she was ready and in her transformed form wearing only pair of white panties and a white t-shirt. She was stretching in front of him to warm her muscles. Her huge breasts swayed from side to side and bounced in with her movements. bit.ly/2SRt1gW She locked eyes with him and smiled "Like what you see? This fists will be the last thing you will see in your life!" she said showing him her fist and then going into a battle stance. "Stupid girl. I will enjoy your body long after i kill you! You will fit perfectly on my wall between my previous kills! " Comodo said and crouched while turning on his own transformation, his head elongated, eyes turns into those of an raprilian, his hands and arms covers in thick scales and his fingers turn into sharp claws… "Come at me little girl if you are ready to die!" Ratel didynt wait as rushed at Comodo with her incredible speed she closed the few meters separating them in a second and her claw aimed at Comodo neck but before she could reach her target Comodos maw opened and his head snapped in the patch of Ratel outstretched arm.

SNAP with a snap Comodo jaws closed on Ratel forearm and before she could hit him with her other claw he jumped backward letting go of her arm. Ratel looked at her bleeding arm, her skin was cut in many places as rows of sharp like needles fangs penetrated and ripped the skin.
Comodo stood up and smiled. "Well i was really expecting you to come more prepared… this turned out to be a very boring match…" Rattle shaked her arm acting like she didynt care about her injury. "Hah? This? This is nothing i can, and will still kick your a..a….ass… what the…" she swayed and collapsed on her knees. "What did yy..you do to m…" Comodo smiled widely and started to undo transformation on his head. "My saliva you stupid vermin… it contain special toxin that no animal can withstand.
And for you i was extra sure to make it potent to the limits of my ability. You should have more or less around a minute of life left…" He looked closely at Ratel Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.15330[Reply]

Junior Gladiators

The naked young boy shrieked in pain as the sword sliced its way through his firm stomach. He buckled to his knees, dropping his own short sword as he looked down in horrified fascination at the thick, pink loops of intestine slipping out of the bloody gash. Lora felt pity, as the child seemed no older than her own little brother, but she quickly clamped down on her emotions. With an experienced twirl of her muscular arms, she beheaded the lad in a single stroke. The head tumbled to the sand and rolled a few meters before coming to a stop. The headless body keeled over, fresh blood pumping forth from the stump of his neck.

Lora leaned over and picked up the head by its long, tangled hair. She looked her victim in the eyes, and silently prayed for forgiveness. The boy didn't respond, his eyes dulled in death and his mouth slack and open. She raised the head in the air as the audience roared in approval, bloodlust thick in the dust.

The staff came by and hurriedly removed the nude boy's corpse, sweeping fresh sand over the pool of blood left behind. Lora stumbled back to her bench and gulped from a water bottle offered by one of the staff. She stretched her arms and laid back as the announcer hyped up the next contestant. At the sound of the horns, she hopped back into the hot sand of the stadium.

Another lad, this time slightly older than the last. She took a guess that he was about 14 years of age. He crouched down and readied his sword. Lora stood still as the boy circled her, her eyes analyzing her opponent. He was muscular and tall, his blonde hair cut short. She sensed a freshness to him, a nervous newbie sent into the arena for the first time. She would make sure it would be his last.

The boy charged, youthful impatience overpowering his nerves. With a yell, he struck at Lora with a downward swipe. The gladiatrix sidestepped the clumsy attack, and counter-attacked, sinking her sword in between the ribcage of the blonde boy. He froze, his blue eyes wide. Lora savagely pushed the sword deeper, until the hilt bumped up against the boy's smooth skin. The blade punctured his left lung and plunged into his frantically beating heart. The young blonde could only open his mouth in a silent gasp, before crumpling to the sand, his eyes rolling up. Lora gripped the sword and wrenched it out of the still body. She wiped the blood off on the boy's loincloth and slipped it Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15458

Part Two

Liam eyed the gladiatrix nervously, his slender hands gripping a tomahawk tightly. Lora stood in the center of the arena, surrounded by the disemboweled and dismembered corpses of 5 other boy gladiators. She was covered head to toe in blood and pieces of entrails, and her face was contorted in bestial savagery, giving her the appearance of some sort of pagan martial goddess.

Lora turned her head towards Liam.
She wrenched her sword out of the punctured chest of one of the corpses (Liam couldn't tell who it was, as their face was too disfigured by blunt force injury) and slowly began to lurch towards him.

The boy raised his tomahawk, his heart thundering in terror as the woman steadily closed the gap, her sword dragging along the dirt floor. Lora abruptly stopped, about 4 feet away from Liam. She swayed and fell to her knees, her sword falling limply from her hand. Liam cautiously advanced, his tomahawk raised.

Suddenly, she sprang forward, tackling Liam to the ground.

The boy's tomahawk flew out of his hands.

Liam gasped, winded by the impact. He felt Lora's large, firm breasts squish against his chest. "How old are you, boy?", she whispered in his ear, her right arm pressed against his throat, her off hand occupied with pinning his hands against the ground. "A-almost fifteen", he squeaked, his baby blue eyes bulging at the almost effortless way she had disarmed him. All the stories he had heard during training camp were true, after all. Lora was a monster in combat.

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 No.15461

Nice stories. Keep up the good work.


 No.16181[Reply]

I've been having way too many ideas and writing basically nothing, and I feel like Word's formatting options are far too distracting. Too easy to fiddle with them for hours doing no work.

So yeah, this is just a place for me to actually start writing. Hopefully I'll get the first story up today.

As general themes, expect a lot of piss, scat, underage and of course, snuff.

 No.16184

Freya leapt from her longship, sword in one hand and shield in the other. Daughter of the chieftain, standing at 5'7 and strong as any man, clad in shining maille with her golden hair tied up into a braid, trailing behind her in the wind, one would be hard-pressed to believe she was only 15 years old. If you looked closely enough, you could see past her battle-hardened muscles and see the youth in her features yet untouched by time, the lingering childishness in her eyes - naturally, most of her foes did not live long enough to make such observations.

A throng of shieldmaidens clambered out behind her and gathered around. On both sides, more men and women are jumping off longboats much like hers, brandishing an assortment of axes, spears and swords. It was a sight that could strike fear into every English peasant's heart: a Viking raid!

With a terrible warcry, the Vikings began to advance towards the nearby town of Bolton-on-Sea.

The town was quiet, not a soul in sight; but this was to be expected. Their arrival was hardly covert. With no walls to hide behind, the townsmen have likely barricaded themselves in the church or monastery. The Vikings split into groups, the largest following Freya's father, the chieftain, who would lead the siege. The rest spread out into the town, clearing out the perimeter, pillaging whatever valuables there were and capturing any poor sods too slow to hide, taking them home as slaves.

Freya gathered her shieldmaidens and headed west. One by one they cleared out houses and stripped them of everything of value, but there was scarcely anything to take: no coins, no silver, no seeds, no tools, no men cowering under tables or hiding behind cupboards; only crude pottery and cheap cutlery.

Something didn't feel quite right. It's almost as if they were prepared for us - as Freya stepped into a crossway, she heard a splash, a terrible sizzle, and the echoing, agonized screams of her shieldmaidens, as if all at once - a cauldron of boiling oil had been hurled at them from a nearby window!

Freya quickly recomposed herself from the shock and heat. Ifra had jumped in front of her with her shield at the last moment, leaving her unscathed, yet Ifra was now writhing on the ground, screaming and developing ghastly boils, much like most of her brethren; only six or seven shieldmaidens were still standing.

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Kate was the first to notice that something was different. If she was driving, they would've gone on to graduate from high school a month later, and enter Virginia Tech in August.

Her cousin, Lynn, was the one driving, while Kate was just one of the three bikini-clad passengers crammed in the back of her Honda CR-V. Lexi sat in the passenger seat. Her long jet-black hair floated in the wind as she tilted her head out of the window, letting the summer breeze dry her ebony skin.

Kate didn't mind it, though. She was sandwiched between Amanda, and her Asian girlfriend, Tiffany. Their ample breasts were squeezed against her arms. One hand rested on Tiffany's thigh; she tried to rest the other on Amanda's, only to have Amanda brush it aside after a few seconds. Tiffany occasionally nibbled at Kate's ear. Her pussy ached, and Kate had to remind herself that this was not the place, each time her hand crept towards her crotch.

They cruised down Great Bridge Blvd, on their way home after spending the day at the beach, celebrating Lexi's eighteenth birthday party. They came around the bend, and turned onto their street, the street sign read Pellerito Rd; it was supposed to be Joyner Rd.

"I think you're turning the wrong way," Lexi shouted.

"Don't worry, I know where I'm go–" Lynn screamed as a man appeared in front of them. The car jolted to a stop. Kate lurched forward, as did her companions.

"Who the fuck is that asshole?" Lynn yelled.

The front bumper was inches from the man. He was pale, with black hair, and a black tuxedo. A wide grin was plastered across his face. Kate's jaw dropped, but, not because of the strange man.
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