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 No.15605[Reply]

DARLA VS THE WINGED DEVOURERS
A Beastmaster tale by Riraito
Commissioned by RedStar101





THE DAY OF BIRTH AND A GIRL’S FIRST LOVE

She was brought into the world by two loving parents: Alar, and Ked-rak. The two of them named their blonde bundle of joy Darla after Ked-Rak’s mother. They raised her lovingly as any farmers would their eldest daughter.

The midwives declared that she was healthy and free of defects, Alar couldn’t have hoped for anything more than to hold that beautiful baby girl in her arms. Ked-rak was proud of his wife, and while he had hoped for a son to help till the fields, he would love his daughter just the same.

Years passed and Darla grew, first into a curious toddler, then into a proper young girl of the age of 4 cycles. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and her smile could light up any farmer’s worst day. The blonde mop of loosely pigtailed hair looked like an angel’s halo in the summer light, and was the colour of fresh straw from threshing.
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 No.15609

Wow, thanks for putting it out.

 No.15615

No problems - you asked - I delivered. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

 No.15825


 No.21049

Love it! Any chance of a sequel? Where the main character is a teenage woman being eaten by those winged devourers?

 No.21067

Wish the creature's jizz was acidic and started dissolving her from the inside out.


 No.21479[Reply]

Part 1

“Do you really think this is going to work?” Jessica asked, peering doubtfully at the long wooden box. “I mean, I know it works for small joints of meat and stews and that sort of thing but do you really think…”

“It’s a bit late to be worrying about that sort of thing now!” sighed April, the most sensible of the group and the main brains behind the project. “Anyway, the smaller version worked perfectly with that fish. There’s no reason at all this shouldn’t work!”

“Guess there’s only one way to find out!” Penny chuckled. “I’m prepared to stake my reputation on it!”

“And a whole lot more!” Jessica conceded. It had been a fun project and the three young students were grateful for the amount of time and support their school had allowed them, both in the planning stages and the building, first of the smaller test models then of the finished product. But tomorrow was the big day – the demonstration and contest which, if all went as well as they hoped, would win them Roebuck Scholarships for the combined Cookery and Engineering course which had become both popular and extremely prestigious in recent years, with all of Britain’s top universities competing to offer the best course and attract the top students. University had, however, become more expensive with each passing year so the offer of a full scholarship, complete with Living Allowance, was too great to ignore.

When the three nineteen year-olds had signed up for the competition, they had not really discussed who the final test-subject would be. In fact, most of the contenders that they knew of were male teams with girlfriends or sisters being coerced or conscripted to help out. There were a few mixed teams and there were no prizes for guessing how that would play out but they were one of the few all-girl teams.

The remit for the contest was to come up with a new, energy-efficient way to cook whole girls that could also be marketed for home use and did not require a lot of technical knowledge or fancy gadgetry. The girls had approached it as a team effort, recognising that their different body-types would be suited to different cooking methods and assuming that which one of them should sacrifice herself for the others would become apparent as they worked. April, who was blonde and slim, had assumed that she may well end up boiled whereas plump brunette Jessica had pictured herself ending up in some kind of oven like a roast chicken. Over time, hoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.21480

Part 2

The hour passed slowly. At first, Penny tried to sleep but the florescent lights above her were too bright even with her eyes closed. She wished that she had asked for some kind of blindfold – perhaps her T-shirt rolled up and draped over her eyes. At least that would have blocked the light. She was very conscious of the weight of the soil on top of her but it was not crushingly heavy. What it reminded her of most was being buried under the sand at the seaside, something her little brother and she would happily take turns at when they were younger. Every time she breathed in, she felt the loose compost settle a little but it was not so heavy that it kept her from breathing out, as she had been afraid it might be. Although she knew she was going to die in that box and had long since made her peace with the idea, the thought of being crushed and suffocated still scared her.

To pass the time, as her tomb began to grow ever warmer, she pondered what the experience of dying was going to be like. What would actually kill her? She was grateful that she was not being cooked over coals or an open fire and she did not like the thought of her skin burning, drying out and cracking. They had discussed the technical aspects of cooking her meat many times but the thought of how it would actually feel to be cooked never seemed to come up. This form of cooking was supposed to cook evenly, inside and out, rather than outside through to the inside so she imagined it would continue to grow warmer until her organs started to shut down. The trapped girl could not help wondering just how much heat she would live to experience and how much, if any, pain she might experience as she slowly cooked to death. She hoped that it would feel like falling asleep in a nice, hot bath.

Despite the weight of the soil above her, Penny found that she was able to move her fingers a little, just enough to give some stimulation. Her restricted movement and the overall circumstances meant a climax was highly unlikely but it still felt nice and was a welcome distraction from what was happening to her, although she could not help but wonder if her increased heart rate would speed up or slow down the cooking process. At least, for now, she was relatively comfortable.

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 No.21501

Why was this reposted? What was wrong with the last upload of it?

 No.21506

>>21501
Slight upward tweaks on the girls' ages and took out lines about younger girls being cooked. It was when I thought the ban thing looked real :)


 No.11772[Reply]

This was done as part of a collaboration/trade with another Author who goes by Ms. Masterson on Hentaifoundry (hxxp://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/MsMasterson/profile). This was my end, and in return I got a really neat schoolgirl story that I helped her write and edit. I'll probably post it here at some point...

Anyway! enough explanation, here's' the story:

Roasted Asari Tits


Tags: F/self, Xenophilia, Debreasting, cooking, microwave, hints of cannibalism and incest, Mass Effect Setting



Ryelle looked at the microwave oven, checking to make sure that she'd managed to install the new timers correctly. The oven was small, not really large enough to prepare a meal for a family. It was awkward too, the entire front was made of a clear glass, specially treated to contain the microwave radiation. The main opening was the front of the machine, which swung upwards to provide access to its contents, but there were also a pair of openings in the back of the oven, two perfectly circular holes that irised open and closed with inflatable rubber gaskets in the rims.

Ryelle had gotten the device at an estate sale and once she found out what it was, she'd bought it, mostly on a lark.

A breast cooking oven.

They were rare human-made novelties from a few colony worlds where cannibalism was legal. Ryelle had heard they sometimes served cooked breasts to wealthy tourists, very rarely indulging themselves. Something in the story had sparked a flame in her azure when she heard it though, and upon seeing the partially busted microwave oven for the first time, Rylle couldn't manage to keep herself from buying it.

Ryelle had taken to playing with herself while she looked at it, imagining how it might feel to actually use it. She'd started to repair it the second week after she bought it, scrubbing the actuators on the automated carving arms clean, wiping down the surfaces, making sure the openings irised open and closed properly and the rubber gaskets inflated, both when empty, and with her own blue g-cup Asari  tits in the way when she used the openings to see if her ample assets would fit. They did, though with the breasts of an Asari matron much larger on average than an equivalent human's she'd found that her aroused nipples were in constant contact with the specialized glass in front, tracing tiny lines every time she shifted.

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 No.11776

I love these Asari stories. If only some artist would pick them up for illustration...

 No.11785

Ooh, lot of great foreplay in this one! Instant favorite.

 No.11795

Nice story !
I hope there will be another part to enjoy ! :-)

 No.11800

>>11772
It'd be interesting if she took her moms cunt while she slept. Great read, I love it


 No.13105[Reply]

"Come on! I really need this. I still have to pay her back!" Anna complained. Annoyed, Andrew was unsympathetic.

"You still have to pay me back, too. I'm not lending you more money so you can prop up your little, failing Ponzi scheme of a personal budget."

"I haven't even been able to buy lunch this week. You've always helped me out before."

"Yeah, well, at some point you need to help yourself. I can't hold you together for the rest of your life."

"There has to be something I can give you in exchange for $20," the small, dark-blonde-haired girl protested. Anna was well-developed for her age - her somewhat revealing outfit of short shorts and a strapless tank top making her body shape clear to anyone who looked. Her hair was wavy and a bit more than shoulder length. Both she and Andrew were 16 years old, and on their way out of school for the end of the day. They had known each other for several years, but had something of an antagonistic relationship. They shared classes and lived close, and so often helped each other out, but spent much of their time teasing one another. She prodded him for being a nerd, and he would retaliate by calling out her slutty nature.

"Well... you know the big biology assignment we have coming up?" Andrew asked.

"Yeah?"

"Mine is on the female reproductive system."

"You don't say," Anna interjected dryly.

"I do. Anyway, I was going to make a plastic model of one for a visual aid, but a real one would definitely get me an A. Your cunt filet is worth at least $100 - so you let me have it and I'll call it even with you and give you the $20 you want."

"I don't know..."

She looked to the ground and rubbed her cunt absently through the legs of her jean shorts, wistfully.

"But I don't have any other option. Are you sure you don't want by boobs? Or maybe an arm?"

"I mean, I wouldn't turn them down, but you're underage. Your meat can only be used for educational or charitable purposes, and I don't want to land in jail. The reproductive system also happens to be the specific thing I need."

"Fiiine. Do you have a knife?"

"Not one that's suitable. The home-ec classroom has some though, and some amputation salve we can use."

"Alright then," she sighed, "Let's get this over with."

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 No.13141

Excellent story, consensual non-snuff like this seems uncommon, and i'd love to see more "aftermath" details, maybe of her enjoying a new life as a butt-slut, or guys trying to get some pleasure out of her hole?

Alternatively, Anna selling progressively more and more of her body (boobs, ass, mouth) to fund various trivial things would be fun to see too.

 No.13147

Excellent story! Here is a story idea in the hopes of getting your inspiration up for a sequel.

Months later, Anna is at her best friends place for a sleepover where it is revealed that she's dating Andrew. They have a normal relationship except he likes to tease her about owning her cunt. Somehow a cat knocks over a cup spilling liquid all over Anna and she's forced to removed her shirt, revealing the bra she made from her womb with maybe the fallopian tubes and ovaries acting as the tie. Her friend is completely enamored of the new bra and shyly asks for one of her own. Anna reluctantly complies and using the knowledge she's learning from Andrew (since he's a smart nerd and she can't quite get through life anymore being slutty without a cunt) she harvest's her friends womb. But since Anna's doing all the work, she asks for her friend's cunt as payment, thinking she'd like to make it into a purse. Everyone survives and are happy with their new accessories. Weeks later, another friend spots Anna's new purse and wants one just like it. And in conclusion, Anna begins to dream of becoming the first ever girl leather fashion designer.

 No.13149

Considering all those things like regeneration technology and other technical stuff I think it may be better to avoid mentioning anything of that in the story in advance since it kinda takes away some of the fun as if devalues everything a lot. If something of that must happen just do it when necessary.

If there will be a sequel, I think the reason to do this again to another girl should be not the money but the fact that another girl is nymphomaniac who just can't stop masturbating and this is distracting her too much from studies. She always keeps running vibrator inside and her pussy is stretched a lot already to be almost useless. Getting rid of her cunt seems to be the perfect solution to this problem.

 No.13150

>>13149

Ooh I like that idea!

 No.13151

Is that fanfic of Andrew from The Official's podcast. lol Nice story though.


 No.8587[Reply]

1 Bitch's Pimp
by Regis


Hey there! My name’s Jeb. I gotta say right at the outset that these randy young big-boobied bitches on my string all makes their own trouble. Ya can’t blame none of it on me! By actin’ hot, now they’s in the big City of Omaha, like they never done at home, like with spike heels, total short skirts and frilly blouses with all that cleavage an’ tit-meat showin’, wigglin’ their asses when the walks, they makes it likely for the tough extreme treatment they gets on the job to happen to ‘em, rough as it is.

None of these young girls I collects has ever been to a real City like Omaha; they’re either Iowa or Nebraska innocent young small town or even farm babies. They knows shit about sex; alls they ever got was fucked in the hay pile in their daddy’s barn by some young fuckin’ farm boys. Alls I does is gets ‘em the special jobs in the first place, linen’ them up with guys what wants somethin’ special, the kinky kind of dudes who needs to have their way with young cunts, do anythin’ to, the customers I can charge a lot extra so they can mess bitches up.

I got the market cornered, ‘cause other agents of girls don’t want their string hurt, where for me it don’t matter much, if I can get a good price for them, an’ there’s always more showin’ up every fuckin’ day. Regular whores won’t have nothin’ ta do with the guys I deals with, but these young bimbos don’t know nothin’ about that. I makes my money from jes’ bein’ their fuckin’ agent, and don’t tell ‘em nothin’ about risks or nothin’ that ain’t their business anyways.

I means, everybody knows farm girls all fuck like little pigs anyway, so the way I figure it, we otta harness all that kinda natural instincts an’ at the same time tuck away some good loot. Its not like I planned that kinda trouble for ‘em or nothin’, ‘cause it all comes to ‘em because of the way they wiggles their hot chubby asses and tits like ya sees hot young farm girls doin’, but putin’ that aside as a explanation, all ya needs ta do is jes’ listen up and learn.

Like for example, let me tell you about these two young cunts I collected just a coupla weeks ago, an’ what came of ‘em. Ain’t these great shots of ‘em? Jes’ look at them pretty cunts an’ bouncin’ boobies I got ‘em to show ta my camera! Once I got their pretty cunts an’ armpits shaved clean they looked as slick as babies an’ ready for hot action, like all girls should look like.

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 No.8929

3D

 No.8951

I would love to hear more details of the waitress fights or any other violent female fights. I was most impressed with your loli fights and would really love to read any updates or new stories.

A fan

 No.8952

I would love to hear more details of the waitress fights or any other violent female fights. I was most impressed with your loli fights and would really love to read any updates or new stories.

A fan

 No.8953

I would love to hear more details of the waitress fights or any other violent female fights. I was most impressed with your loli fights and would really love to read any updates or new stories.

A fan

 No.11719

"I would love to hear more details of the waitress fights or any other violent female fights. I was most impressed with your loli fights and would really love to read any updates or new stories.

A fan"

Thanks, fan. If you write me, I'll send what you request.

I'm at rayregis01@gmail.com

Regis


 No.15051[Reply]

Rikki-tikki-tavi vore

(Contains scat, urine, and, later, sex)

Part 1: Mouse Munchies

Rikki-tikki-tavi, a young mongoose, had been hearing complaints from several bird and frog friends of his. Several mice had been harassing their kids, throwing stones and berries at them. Finally, Rikki-tikki had had enough. As they came near, to harass once more, he called to them "Leave now or you'll regret it!" "We're here to have a little fun." said a mouse. "Game's over." said the mongoose. The mouse threw a berry at him, which splattered on his fur. "Get out of the way punk!" said the mouse. "Now you go too far!" said Rikki-tikki. He chased them and pinned them all down, burying them somewhat in dirt so they couldn't escape. He grabbed the first mouse, the one who had been the leader. "I'm going to teach you a little lesson." said the mongoose. "Don't kill us." said the mice. "I'm not going to kill you." said the mongoose. The mice sighed in relief. "I'm going to swallow you whole." The mice shook in fright. "I think I'll eat big mouth here first." He grabbed the ringleader, a rather fat and plump mouse. The mouse struggled, but the mongoose held on firmly. He opened his mouth. His breath washed over the mouse, making him gag. “Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!” said the mongoose, starting to drool. “Don’t!” begged the mouse. Drool fell from the mouth of the mongoose and landed on the mouse, splattering him with saliva. “You look delicious!” said the mongoose, continuing to drool. DRIP! Drool fell from Rikki’s opened mouth. SPLASH! It hit the mouse! “Help!” said the mouse. DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! The mongoose kept on drooling. “Stop it!” said the mouse. “This yummy mousey is going to make my belly happy!” said Rikki. DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! He kept on drooling. “I don’t want to go there!” the mouse begged. “Yes, you’ll be enjoying the nice plump yummy mousy!” said the mongoose, continuing to drool. “Who are you talking to?” asked the mouse. “My belly.” said the mongoose, continuing to drool. DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH!

Rikki went and dropped the mouse into a barrel of honey. The mouse went under but came back up. After he got really coated in honey, Rikki-tikki went and dropped him into cinnamon. Later, he got the mouse out. He then dropped him into sugar. He also later got the mouse out.

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 No.15052

Part 2: Tailorbird Trip

It had been some weeks since the incident with the mice. Rikki-tikki, however, had another problem as of late. A big cobra had been seen nearby. One day, the snake came into the garden. Rikki-tikki was talking to his friend Darzee the tailorbird and his wife. The snake struck its tail at the two birds, knocking them over and hurting their wings. They wouldn't be able to fly off. They were also winded.

Rikki-tikki acted on instinct, fighting the snake. During the fight, however, the snake came dangerously close to the two injured birds. He acted on instinct, without thinking that much, as he had only a split second to react, and swallowed the two birds, taking them out of reach of the snake.

This kept them safe, for now. In the meantime, he was going on the offensive. After a tiring fight, he managed to kill the snake. He then ate it, feeling quite hungry.

He was about to go off for a nap, for he was quite tired, when he heard an angry voice from his stomach. "Hey, Rikki, forgetting something?!" "Oops." said Rikki-tikki-tavi. It seems that I can't cough you up, at least not without losing my meal. I'm really tired right now. I don't have much energy to make you be coughed up. I need a nap."

"What about us?" said Darzee's wife. "Hmmmm." said Rikki-tikki. "I think the best thing would be to let nature take its course and have you come out the other end." said Rikki. The two birds groaned. "I think the snake should act as a shield, making it get digested. You guys might just lose a few feathers and stuff. Anyway, it worked with those mice a few weeks back. Perhaps you could stay on the sides of the stomach and move around. You don't have to rub it. I didn't tell the mice that, though." he said. "The air in here is hardly breathable!" said Darzee. "Well, I'll breathe a lot more then." he said. "Also, I'll eat some dates. They help move things along, if you know what I mean. Now, I really need a nap." said the mongoose. He went to sleep, after eating some dates.

Inside his stomach, the snake was broken down. True to his word, the snake took the brunt of the acid, and they moved so they didn't get hit that much. However, they did get a bit burned and lost a few hours. Over time, the snake was broken down, and they lost a few more feathers. Around evening, Rikki woke up and ate more dates. These dates had an effect on him, for he went to a bush in the nearby jungle and Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15053

Part 3: Crow Crunch

A few weeks after the incident involving Darzee and his wife, some pesky crows were stealing food from birds and bothering hatchlings. After a few weeks of this, Rikki-tikki-tavi decided to teach them a lesson just like he had done with the mice.

When three crows came, once more to be a pain, he caught them and pinned them down. "Don't kill us." said the crows. "I won't kill you." said Rikki-tikki-tavi. The crows sighed in relief. "I'll just swallow you whole." He buried the crows partially in dirt to prevent their escape. He then got a jar of honey, opened it, and dipped one of the crows in honey. After licking the crow for some time, he then put the crow in his mouth.

The crow struggled. However, the mongoose closed his first row of teeth, trapping the crow. The crow struggled, though the mongoose was prevailing and moving the crow further and further back. Once he'd gotten the crow far in, he closed his teeth and brought as much of his tongue out of them as he could The crow struggled on the edge of the tongue.

Rikki-tikki went to a nearby stream and drank, tilting his head back and making a wet gulp. GULLLLLLLLLLLLLP! The crow lost his balance and slid down the throat. The other two watched the bulge move downward and disappear into his ribcage. His belly rumbled. His stomach expanded to make room for his big meal. Rikki licked his lips and patted his stomach.

The crow was hit by the water, losing his grip. He was moving downward, the pink muscles moving him along. There was a loud gulping sound all around him. “Ahhhhhhhh!” he yelled. He yelled as he fell through a hole and into the mongoose's stomach. It was pitch dark in here. There wasn’t a lot of room to move around in here. He heard a rumbling sound around him. He pushed at the walls, trying to get out. However, the walls were too strong. ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRP! Rikki let out a loud belch, shaking the crow.

"Let me out." said the crow, again pushing on the stomach wall. "I suggest you rub my belly instead of attacking it." said the mongoose, dipping a second crow in honey and starting to lick her. "Why should I do that?" said the crow angrily. "Because, soon, stomach acid will come in and it will digest you. It will break you down into pieces. If that's what you want, keep doing what you're doing. If, however, you would prefer to not be broken down, I suggest you rub my belly. It will get you to move and will getPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15054

Part 4: Mouse Munchies 2


Rita was being bothered by mice one day. She had been dreaming of Rikki-tikki and hoping they’d find a way to make love again soon. The mice threw berries at her and such. “Stupid mongoose!” they said. They’d hoped to get away before she awoke fully, but she was faster than they thought. She pinned them all down and buried them partly in dirt. “Rikki-tikki taught me how to deal with you guys.” she said. “Don’t kill us!” they said. “I won’t kill you.” she said. “I’ll just swallow you whole. Or as many as I can. I have something in mind for the rest of you that I can’t fit inside my belly. I suggest you that get eaten rub it from the inside so you don’t get digested.” she said.

She put the first mouse into her mouth. She sloshed him around a bit. He struggled. GULP! She downed him. He struggled, moving down her throat. She felt him enter her stomach. BRRRRRRBB! She belched . The mouse coughed. He started to rub her belly.

She downed many more mice. About ten remained. Her belly was full. Many mice had tried to gang up on her.

“What are you going to do with us?” said the remaining mice. “Since my lover Rikki-tikki isn’t here, and I can’t make love with him, I’ll be using you. You can take the place of his dick.” She grabbed a mouse. She squeaked in protest, but Rita ignored her. She put her into her vagina. She pushed her around, then, after a while, pulled her out. She then reinserted the mouse, pushed her around, then later pulled her out.


After the first mouse finally got so sore she said she’d rather be eaten then continue to be used as a sex toy, Rita cast her aside, meaning to take the mouse up on that later once she’d passed some of the mice through her digestive tract. “How are we going to get out?” said the mice. “You’ll come out with the food waste. Out my anus. When I defecate, you’ll go into a hole. But I have something to wash you off.” she said. The mice were unhappy about where they were going to exit her but were happy that they would at least be washed off. “I nice torrent of urine from my bladder should do the trick.” she laughed. The mice became more unhappy!


The mice in her belly had had some of their fur burnt off. Rita, however, was unbothered by this. She grabbed a mouse, and used him for a sex toy. She continued with this all day, using mice until they said they’d rather be eaten than continue.

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 No.9285[Reply]

She was cute. But scarred. So am I. I'm not a slayer though, I've just been... through a lot. Not as much as a vanguard berzerker or Top Class Assassin, though. She was the latter, and hunted many of my fellows. Just my luck, here I was.

"Have you ever known love?" My question was met with tired contempt.

"I'm saving myself for marriage." Typical of her sort. She was disciplined. I knew her training involved staying in frigid, fetid swamp water, getting frostbite and bug bites for hours. And everything she fought, that they fought for... was to fight against my personal freedom.

"And you think I should too? That I'm evil for being with the girl you murdered? You sick bitch." I saw her eyes go wide.

"Please, I thought she was someone else..." Oh, don't they always.

"You knew she probably wasn't. Just saw a fine girl, dark hair, rebel outfit, wore a symbol you disagreed with. You think 'eh, fuck it. Probably should kill her.'"

"I'm sorry. Just kill me and be done with it, please. If you let me go, I'll make it worth your while. I'll retire, and you can have anything." Killing her was her first suggestion. This meant that she knew where she was and who she was dealing with. At leas the likelihood was enough to scare her into preferring death.
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 No.9472

Finished it and reposted it under the same title so that this can be deleted or something because I had to fix typos and I hope I haven't made anymore.

 No.9794

>>9469

Another ADD ridden moron who thinks he is hot shit, probably an overweight virgin boy with soft titties from hormonal imbalance and a sugary drink addled brain

 No.9799

>>9794
Well aren't you just an entitled cunt.

 No.9801

>>9799
Lol. Thank you!

Real sick of these entitled shits who got nothing to contribute.

 No.9804

>>9801
No problem, it bugs me seeing cunts like that twatsicle.


 No.18434[Reply]

As promised nearly a year ago, here's some smut set in the For Honor universe. Might continue this story, or just do a bunch of oneshots. Oh, and feel free to add your own stuff if you get bored of waiting on me.

Peacekeeping

The sun was scarce that day, a mere suggestion behind a blanket of gently weeping clouds. The sparse light it provided was pale and uniform, sufficient to see by, but little more. This dreary light picked out a figure clad in monastic robes and metallic armor, armed with a single large shield paired with a wicked looking blade of mirror-polished steel.

The man rested easily on the ramparts of a mostly intact and utterly oversized fortress city. It was the size of a small mountain, and a hallowed symbol of the once insurmountable might of Ashfeld’s legions. Towers lanced into the clouds, keeps rose like cliff faces, and walls loomed proud and unbroken by time or siege.

The figure in robes and steel smiled, as if he couldn’t help being awestruck by the grandeur of it all, though he was clearly being careful not to let the emotion go beyond a grin. With hooded eyes and upturned lips, he surveyed the garrison which manned the sweeping battlements.

Pallid sunlight revealed crossbowmen in their hundreds, lining walls and towers until the entire castle seemed to bristle with them. A score of officers drilled rank upon rank of men-at-arms in the vast courtyard below, taking the lads through formations and tactics. There was an air of urgency to their movements. The battle was coming, and sooner than they’d have liked.

The rough sound of a throat being cleared shook the man from his reverie.

He turned to see the hollowed features of one Brother Maldin. Renowned among the order as not only a gravely efficient killer, but also a gifted mentor. Grim and sullen under his cowl, the older man hefted his kite shield and pointed with his sword over the wall, toward the vast shattered landscape that once bore the name Ashfeld, where the Viking horde waited in their jeering millions.
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 No.18559

Your writing's as poignant as your art. I hope someday you release those stories that you wrote way back when for some of those illustrations…

 No.18679

This is really brilliant! Two PK have no chance against a BP!

 No.18680

Amazing story! Please consider write more For Honor stories, really expecting to see them.

 No.18681

Which character will be next? Nobushi? Valkyrie? Or maybe female raider?

 No.18688

Nice writing!I very much like the brain fucking… Thanks!


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This is another excerpt from Lami Pi Productions.

Third Grade Kick-Fighters
by Regis

Jackson checked a second video in this hidden folder on his wife’s computer, and this one was set in a living room again, with the mandatory cover over the expensive carpet. This cover was stretched canvas, held in place by lead weights on each corner. The first thing Jackson noticed that was different was that there were 4 large batteries for the electric fence that defined the ring, instead of the usual one.

Together this heavy-duty power supply was capable of putting out a very high level electric shock on a sustained basis, easily enough to cook the meat of a girl if she was locked on to it in protracted contact. It also had the power to burn her badly if she remained in contact for even a short period of time. They might as well have used razor wire for the fencing.

The electric fence forming the ring was going to at the very least give whichever girl leaned or bumped into it a significant and very unpleasant jolt. Jackson wondered if these little girls would have the ability to get themselves off contact with a hot line, as the current would cause their muscles to quiver, and not respond normally.

With sufficient current, muscles would not respond at all. Any little bitch pressed against the wire would simply quiver erotically. Surely these ladies wouldn’t electrocute a little girl at one of their parties. He supposed anything was possible, considering the conspicuous enjoyment the young ladies got from the punishment their little girls were absorbing.

The mothers were obviously quite serious about making this a very hurtful experience for their daughters. The children who would fight had yet to discover this. A title came up on the screen that Jackson didn’t immediately understand. It read “Pepper Fight”. That meant nothing to him. Were the kids going to use pepper spray on each other? That was bizarre, and although everything about these videos was, he was sure it would be explained by what followed.

Two very pretty slender eight-year-old girls, a blonde and a brunette, were lifted into the ring. They too wore no diapers. Their cuntlets were amazingly swollen and open, reddened by what must have been some kind of strong irritant. Their forearms were bound tightly together behind their backs, wrists to elbows.

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 No.10154

Thanks for this. What a great story.

 No.10160

This is part of a much larger story, Lami Pi Productions, in which Jackson, inspired by his wife's secret habit, started a company with a private retreat where vicious fights between naked little girls were featured. I've posted some other excerpts from the larger work.

 No.10161

Great to see the interest these excerpts are getting. Arch

 No.10165

Thanks, Ar3ch,

I'm sending the large story (over 300 pages to date) to anyone who PM's me on dolcettish.com. I don't include the illustrations, as agreed.

 No.10176

With permission of the owner of the pictures, the version with pictures is now available. PM me at dolcettish.com with e-mail address for send.


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Story by MackieMesser:

I picked her for her beauty, this sweet looking little child, this 12 years old girl. Life was ahead of her and I was about to rip it apart for my own personal sexual pleasure. The most arousing thing that I could think of in my life, is using a young female preteen child in order to fulfill the raging lust fantasy of a grown man for murder and rape. That's what I am, a grown man lurking for a sweet little girl to undo.

She laid there in my lair, a scheduled little shack in the middle of nowhere. Capturing her wasn't an easy task, but here she was, at my mercy. Mercy? I wouldn't have any for her. I was resigned to consider her as meat for my own enjoyment. All her feels and all of her dreams would soon vanish with her bloody death. I was going to murder her, I was going to rip everything out of her.

She was a 4 foot 7 brunette with brown eyes, and pale rosy skin. I could read the fear into her eyes. She was looking with her petrified, watery eyes at the face of her antichrist, the man who would ruin and degradate her. Her rosy skin was arousing me, I could literally see the blood that I was going to spill, her translucent skin was showing me her veins that I was about to tear into. She was tied and gagged on a bed; the light was very bright, and a snowstorm raged outside. Her chest was moving in rhythm from up and down, her tiny budding breasts being obvious to my sight. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, with pink little girl's nipple on top.

I started fondling her nipples, pinching and massaging them. They became erect, and I put my mouth on them, since I couldn't help it while looking directly into her eyes. A grown man nursing on the nipple of a child. I started sucking and nibbling on her preteen nipple, licking every inch of budding womanhood on this child's body. She started moaning a little, her nipple were fully erect and wet. I then looked at her private parts, her sweet little preteen pussy. She had a very sexy little outtie, her clit was erect.

I opened her slit with my hand, she moaned again, I couldn't tell if it was a moan of terror, a moan of pleasure; or both. I looked carefully into the hole of this soon to be woman, gazing at the pinkness and the texture of her insides. The skin on her tied arms and legs were smooth; her fingers and hands were slim; and her toes and feet were broad. I gently massaged every arousing part of her being, hands, breasts, legs, armPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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