Necro-Pedo Feet, a vignette (Mgg, necro,snuff, pedo, foot fetish) by Basher (aka Looper) from asstr archives

(note: it goes without saying the author does not condone or endorse any of the contents of this story. It is a fantasy and nothing more)

Late morning. I yawned and stretched out on the mattress and lit a cigarette. Above me, in the middle of the room the naked eight-year old girl's body hung suspended from a chord at the neck. Her face was purple and fixed in a bloated, contorted look which was rather vulgar. Still, her body was beautiful. Porcelain- white and of lovely, skinny proportions: flat, white chest with all her ribs exposed, a slight pot-belly with the smooth, puffy opening of her little cunt beneath.

As she slowly, stiffly revolved I could see her meaty, pink bottom, which looked surprisingly ripe, given her pre-teen hips. Her skinny legs tapered down to her pretty little feet. Taking a wooden stool, I could sit beneath her and caress her soft, curvy soles and flex her cute little toes as I sucked and licked them. I ran my tongue over her smooth heels and rubbery, slightly wrinkled soles. Then as I hardened I locked her arches around my cock and by grabbing her ankles I made her floppy dead feet stimulate me until I came over them. I wiped my muck off and delicately painted her baby girl toenails in glittery pink varnish.

"Hope you hang around a while longer, baby," I smiled as I blew on her toes. "Meanwhile I'm going to play with your little friend."

The other girl I had abducted last night was still hogtied in the cellar. She had worn herself out struggling and had obviously tumbled into a fitful slumber from which I now roused her.

"Good morning little chicken," I grinned, licking my lips. The little girl moaned through her gag, and looked around confused. She began to wriggle again. Nothing sexier than watching her struggle.

My cock was already beginning to harden again, "Your little friend and I were playing some fun games together last night- sorry if I neglected you. Mmmm... now you have my full attention."

I squatted down next to her, "My aren't you a yummy little poppet." She was still dressed in her little t-shirt and shorts and plimsolls. I took her shoes and socks off...

It all began when I was a little boy. There was an accident at the end of our street. Mister Pearson at number thirtPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

…know a forum like this but in German language.

Requested repost of Final Fantasy Snuff Story by M.

Day One

Tifa woke up. She slowly rose, and she realized she wasn't at home. A memory surfaced - of a stranger that offered to show her a way to bring Aerith back.
She was in a room without windows, and instead of one of the walls there were iron bars. There was some light coming from there, but the whole room had a mysterious glow that made everything perfectly visible. The only furniture was the bed she was lying on.
Tifa realized something else - she was nude! She felt her nipples harden from the cold. She walked to the entrance so she could see what was outside. It was a circular area covered with sand, and on the perimeter of it there stood 15 more cells like hers in regular. Beyond it were cold stone walls, giving the place an unfriendly feel.
She wondered if there were other girls in them. Then she scolded herself - if there were name plaques on rooms, then there must be other prisoners in them. She looked around trying to make out who was imprisoned with her. She had trouble reading the ones turn her from her, but she managed to do it.
She read following names: Terra, Celes, Garnet, Lightning, Rinoa, Serah, Selphie, Rydia, Aerith, Cissnei, Rosa, Vanille, Yuna, Ashe and Lenna.
Tifa realised the stranger was telling the truth. Aerith was in there, so maybe she could bring her back. She tried to look if she was really there, but she couldn't see through the bars.
Suddenly, a deep Voice sounded out: „Welcome to my arena. You will battle in duels to death until only one of you survives.” The voice sounded familiar to her, like that stranger but not completely similar.
„Today, only weapons are allowed. No magic or summons, no animals helping. Only weapons I will give you.”
Tifa suddenly became more nervous, as the only weapon she could use were hand knuckles, and that was hardly a match for anything if it was used by a professional.
“And now, our first fight - Celes Chere, formerly an imperial general turned rogue, will fight Yuna, a summoner from the world of Spira.”
Tifa could see two cells opening. She had seen one naked girl coming from the cell on her left and another one leaving the cell on the far side of the ring, opposite the cell the other girl left. It looked that all the girls were naked, and that thought make her even more nervous. What kind of a pervert locks 16 nude girls and orders them to fight to death?
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Anna hovered over her seemingly lifeless wife, her long dark brown hair hanging down and into her wife's face.

"I love you, Aurora." She whispered as she leaned down to deliver a soft and gentle kiss to her wife's blue lips, which did not return the affection.

Aurora's long strawberry blonde hair laid spread out over the bed, except her bangs that were a mess across her face, which Anna gently moved aside.

Anna proceeded to kiss Aurora's neck, biting and nibbling as she went, slowly making her way down Aurora's chest. As she twisted Aurora's nipples, she could feel they were rock solid and knew her wife was incredibly horny. She moved on
and continued to go down Aurora's body, giving affection every second.

Finally, she arrived down where Aurora was wet and yearning for her. Anna massaged Aurora's clit, then gave it a quick peck, and started to finger her precious, lifeless-like wife.

Aurora didn't pull or invite Anna inside of her in the slightest. She just laid there, unmoving.

After awhile, Aurora couldn't hold it back any longer and let out an adorable and quiet moan, biting her lips and feeling embarassed.

Anna came back up, and gave her wife a passionate kiss. As they parted their lips and she smiled and said, "I love how excited and turned on you get when you play dead. It's so adrorable." She then wiped the blue away from Aurora's lips, which was just eye shadow that they had put on to make her look a little more cold and lifeless.

Aurora gave Anna another kiss, as her green eyes meet Anna's grey-ish blue eyes, both staring in awe and both sleepy and in pure ecstascy. The two of them cuddled together as they slowly started to fall asleep.

Anna whisperied right before they passed out, "I don't want you to ever actually die though... You make an adorable corpse, but I'd be heartbroken if you ever died... as much as I know you love it. Don't ever die for real, okay?"

Aurora responded with a kiss and said, "Never. I love you too much to die. You know that." Aurora gave Anna another kiss, and they both passed out in each other's arms, both happier than ever.

Anna woke up and hopped in the shower, then started to get dressed for work. She put on black tights, an adorable pastel purple dress that just went just barely below her hips, and then put on matching pastel purple rubber boots. She wPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Katie McIntosh died this morning. More specifically, she killed herself. Hanged by the neck in the bathroom, the cord from her hairdryer hooked around the doorknob.

She hadn’t meant to kill herself. She was choking herself and masturbating. She was only sixteen, and she didn’t know there was an actual term for it. And she didn’t know that people often killed themselves while performing autoerotic asphyxiation. Maybe if society was more open about sexuality and eroticism, she would have known.

At first Katie hadn’t understood what happened. Death, as it turned out, was complicated for her. A few moments after she died at 10:15 AM on 1/9/2018, she woke up in her bed. It was 1/9/2018. 9:45 AM.

She had done this before she was certain of it. She sat up in bed. Confused by what she told herself was just an intense sex dream, she shoved her fingers into her panties. She was getting wet quickly. She felt a strong sense of déjà vu. But she was quickly preoccupied with rubbing her throbbing clit with her wet fingers.

She stuffed her face into her pillow and moaned as she shoved two fingers into her pussy. Her loins were begging for more. She knew her fingers weren’t going to get her to come. She had tried before. Her body needed something more intense.

She got out of bed and opened the door to her bedroom. The house was quiet. Her parents should both be at work. Her brother had spent the night at a friends house. He probably wouldn’t be back until dinner time. She confirmed she was by herself and went into the bathroom.

She pulled out the green handtowel and her hairdryer. She pulled off her panties and kneeled on the floor next to the door. She looped the cable of the hairdryer and secured it on the door handle. She put the looped cable over her head and pulled it up under she jawline.

Gently, she let her weight fall against the cable. It tightened just enough to cut off a bit of her airflow. She felt the familiar rush of endorphins and the twinge of fear in the pit of her stomach. Her pussy was practically dripping wet now. She rammed her fingers in hard. She was so near climax. The cable was digging into her neck. She was trying so hard to come. She just needed it a little tighter. A little less air. A little less oxygen getting to her brain. Her face felt hot. Her tongue was swelling. She was riding the wave of pleasure right up to the peak.

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I tried something different with this story, very much inspired by a certain writer on here known for squishy and crunchy stories, and another known for stories with delicious, horny little meatgirls.

Let me know what you think! Btw, the whole story is posted in one go now, so I haven't got more parts planned. Never say never though…

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For the rich and privileged in society, life would always come with a lot of benefits. The world in which girl meat had become a common occurrence was no exception, and the classification of girls as meat opened a plethora of legal loopholes the rich could abuse to fulfill both their culinary and sexual desires. Two such men were Dave and Greg, business partners and longtime friends who after a long, busy day of negotiations and meetings enjoyed taking a trip to their local, premium but shady supplier of girl meat. The restaurant catered to an exclusive clientele, which allowed them to pay many times the price for “volunteers” than normal, which again made their parents care significantly less about what exactly they were signing their daughters up for.

The two men were sitting in a dimly lit room, ready to receive the girls they had ordered for the night. They had asked for willing and eager girls, and had requested that they be given medication that would make their blood coagulate much faster than normal, and some that would dampen any eventual pain. Lots of men enjoyed “playing” with their food, but these two were a bit more extreme than most.

After a knock on the door, two adorable blonde teens were led into the room by a waiter clad in an elegant smoking. They appeared to be about 14 and 16, and were wearing nothing but underwear. The older one had a matching set of white, lacy bra and panties, while the younger one wore a white training bra and cotton panties with cute little pink hearts on it. Her breast buds poked at the fabric, and the outline of her nipples were visible through it. Dave could feel his mouth watering already.

“What are your names?” Dave asked.

“Umm, I’m Ashley and this is Helen,” the older one said on behalf of them both.
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The orc camp was alive with activity with human, elf and naga (snake women) dances danced around a blazing fire. Each one showing off their bodies to their captors. The orcs were a proud race, they loved the finer things in life even if did disgust others. Normally, the orcs would be in their tends having their way with the slaves but today was different, today was a celebration of victory over another clan. This tribe of orcs were futanari orcs. Female orcs who have both male and female genitalia and loved women to fuck and eat.
The music began to slow and the dancers stopped before finding a partner in the crowd as a tall orcess walked up. This was Yakik the leader of the clan
“Today is a good day!” she declared. “We have beaten the Black tooth and absorbed them into ours,” that made the crowd cheer as a naked orcess was dragged by two more orcess. “And as tradition demands,” she said as she looked to the orcess who was forced to her knees. “The leader of the clan who has been defeated must offer their life,”
The orcess looked up with rage in her eyes. “You know nothing of our ways filth!” she spat.
“Well too bad Yukak,” Yakik said as a wooden block with a curve on the top was brought out. “Because your weak line is about to end,” as the orcess said that three young female orcs walked out of a tent and passed the crowd.
Each one of them was naked save only for cuffs around their wrists. As they walked they tried not to look at anyone in shame. Yukak watched in horror as the three lined up behind the block.
“No please,” she begged. “Not them! Amputate them, turn them into slaves, anything but please don’t kill them, please spare my daughters!” tears began to roll down her eyes as she said this but her pleas fell on deaf ears as a topless orcess walked up with an axe in hand.
The first of the three looked up at the executioner with tears in her eyes. To calm her the executioner stroked her face before leaning in and kissing her making the crowd whistle. Breaking the kiss, the young orc gulped and knelt down looking at the bloody block.
“Ple…please enjoy my meat,” she said before she leaned forward and resting her neck on the block.
There she waited for the axe to fall but something unexpected happened. A hand found its way around her cock and a mouth pressed itself against her pussy. She gasped with pleasure as her cock hardened and her pussy wettened. She knew what was going on, before a beheading a slave would Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

"You were supposed to bring her in alive." Vulture store blankly at a dark, blood caked hole drilled through the forehead of her delivery.

"She is alive." Guerilla was still holding up his catch by the head with a heavy-duty mechanical 3rd arm. The catch, Plum, side eyed the giant carrying her while displaying as much disgust as was possible on her cherubic, chubby face. Despite the blacklit blood streaming down from the hole in the center of her forehead, over the bridge of her nose and past gummy, bubblegum pink lips, she sputtered to life and groaned in a staticky voice.

"Get f-f-fucking... off me..." Her entire face flexed in glitchy, sputtering flashes of anger when she stuttered. Her hands scratched at the mechanical wrist above her head with clumsy, de-clawed swipes.

"Fuck, really?" Vulture uncrossed her arms. "Well she's not going to stay alive if you keep fucking manhandling her. Give me that." She snapped her gaudy black and neon green respirator off her chin and over her mouth before standing to hug the little street-rat and pluck her from Guerilla's grip. "Awww, was the big bad man mean to you?" Vulture spoke in a playfully warm tone as though speaking with a newborn pet. Plum and Guerilla both recoiled and spoke in sync.

"Creepy!"

"Oh, let me have fun with it!" Vulture spat back as she laid Plum down onto the cold and firm plastic bed. That bed was the only thing there was room for in the miniscule, dark storage unit. That, a secretary chair, and a wide, blacklit ice tray under the bed that also served as the biggest light source in the room. Guerilla sighed, but Plum stayed infected with a fright she couldn't shake off. Who treats a bloodied stranger like that? What did she mean by fun? She honestly prefered her life earlier when she was being beat to shit by the bastard next to her. It was better than wondering what this wirey goth chick was planning. Plum's bright, gold eyes were wide like spotlights and shook in their sockets as she store at Vulture. She couldn't tell if it was purely nerves or if the concussion the 'big bad man' gave her was worsening-- she hadn't seen the gaping hole in her head and had no idea of her condition, but whatever the case, her words caught in her throat and all she could do was tremble violently and wet the cheap, stolen hospital bed below her.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Five Gold Coins

(m/f, non-con, snuff, necrophilia)

Strolling down the forest lane, Osgood found himself absently humming a happy tune. It was uncharacteristic for him to appear so jolly but he couldn’t help himself--the day was simply perfect. A light breeze shook the leaves of the trees overhead, spaced far enough apart to let occasional beams of sunlight warm the path. He didn’t even mind not having a horse--his belongings were few and, to seem unassuming, he dressed in a simple brown robe. His pace was leisurely and he would easily arrive at the next town before sundown. More carefree days were likely to follow.

Money was the least of his concerns. He and a few friends, some might call them “mercenaries” although he preferred “business associates”, had just concluded one hell of a “business deal”. A nearby city had put forward a king’s ransom in gold for the eradication of a dragon that had been terrorizing their countryside. The dragon had turned out to be a whelp of a thing but he and his group had no compunctions about accepting the full reward. He might see them again in the future but they had all parted ways to seek out their respective ways of enjoying their fortune.

All of which lead Osgood to his current happy mood. Blissful, but inattentive. He was therefore more surprised than normal when a voice shouted at him from further down the lane:

“Hands up, traveller!”

Snapping to attention, Osgood immediately assumed a defensive stance. He complied with the order and raised his hands but didn’t panic. He knew that he had some tricks up his sleeve.

“Foolish to travel these parts alone,” the voice continued. Although it had sounded a bit gruff at first, it was now decidedly female. Interesting.

Scanning the forest around him, Osgood easily noticed the hiding place of his assailant, behind some bushes not far from where he was standing. He couldn’t make out her features but definitely noticed the glint of sunlight off of an arrowhead pointed at him. On any other day, he would have noticed her much earlier. He cursed his absentmindedness but, at the same time, noted that the bandit appeared to be alone.

“Foolish to set an ambush alone,” he retorted confidently. Criminals like this need to feel like they are in control of the situation and he hoped that this show of brazenness would draw her out more clearly.

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The herbalist, Tamira, had much going for her. Huge rack? Check. Extensive supply of potions and tonics? Check. A quest for an adventurer in need of some quick silver? Check.

"Twenty feral neko tails," she said, ferrying a dozen different concoctions back and forth across her hut. "That's how much I need."

Soren watched her as she worked. Though he stared intently at her jiggling breasts, he heard her request loud and clear. "Twenty feral neko tails. Got it. The notice said ten silver for each tail. That still good?"

Tamira hummed an affirmative, transferring a vial of liquid into an empty vessel. "Try to keep them intact. It won't work if they're excessively damaged."

He was glad for simple work. After a string of failed dungeon dives, he needed an easy quest to get him back on his feet.

"Don't worry. I'll get it done. Be back in a couple of hours."

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Soren yawned and stretched the soreness from his limbs.
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