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School selection oicsen 09/13/22 (Tue) 19:59:04 No.23604 [Reply]

I was hoping to find this old thread back but never found it. Here is an old copy. Looking forward to get more diapered hanging stories on this thread!
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School Selection

[non cons]

A loud whistle caught Nina's attention. She stopped her crawl and started to tread in the water. After a few moments Nina saw what was going to happen. As the other students stopped swimming their teacher signaled to get out of the water. “All girls are required to go to a changing booth and wait there for the meat inspector” said the coach, “the boys will continue with 4 laps of the butterfly stroke”

Nervously talking the girls quickly went to the changing booths. Nina sat about halfway down the line. “Shit I hope they don't pick me” thought Nina. A soft crying from her right assured her of a better chance, only 25% was selected from each class. She heard the meat inspector getting closer every few minutes. He was only a few lockers away from her now and she heard him say, “swimsuit straps off your shoulders and stand with your face to the wall”. Nina put the straps off her shoulders, better make it easy for the inspector, she thought. Suddenly she heard another girl crying in the booth next to hers. “Nice” she thought, that was Emily, she never liked her.

“Name” said the inspector as he opened Nina's door. “Nina, ID number 230867” said Nina. “Thank you” said the inspector, I see you already put your straps down, very nice, can you turn your face to the wall” “sure sir” said Nina and she turned her back to the inspector. The inspector checked her butt, “nice and firm” she heard him say. The inspector made her turn around and started peeling her swimsuit down. Softly he took her breasts in his hands and checked them. After a confirming mumble he pulled Nina's swimsuit to her feet. After a quick look on her pussy he said: “I'm not sure can you wait for 10 minutes, keep your swimsuit off” “of course sir” said Nina. The inspector went to the next changing booth.

“Shit” thought Nina, “I might be meat within an hour or I can be free for the rest of my life”. A strange thought occurred to Nina: this was her last chance to have an orgasm. She sat down naked on the little bench and started to rub her pussy. Within a few minutes she reached the point of no return. She took a deep breath and tried to keep quiet as her orgasm took control of her body.

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Anonymous 09/15/22 (Thu) 06:58:00 No.23609

Wasn't hard to find... https://archive.guro.cx/lit/res/1310.html

Anonymous 09/15/22 (Thu) 11:29:51 No.23610

Great stories. Thank you for gathering them.

Anonymous 09/17/22 (Sat) 01:36:13 No.23611

The old thread is still on the archive.

Rather find similar stories, that are not yet on the archive, I would really be interested in them!

Anonymous 09/17/22 (Sat) 08:14:34 No.23612

Diaper hell again....
Leave the diapers out and that might be interesting. But this insane focus on diapers and feces ruins it for me

Anonymous 09/17/22 (Sat) 16:47:50 No.23613

Does anybody know who's the author of these stories and if he wrote more than those that were in the thread in the old GC/the current archive?

Beth and Shawn Anonymous 09/05/22 (Mon) 17:51:44 No.23590 [Reply]

Shawn was mad because whatever he said his sister ignored him. He was in charge of Beth while his mom worked this weekend.
His sister didn't see it that way. She thought was old enough to take care of herself.
To a 14 year old Shawn she was a pain in his behind. As a teen age boy he wanted to look at dirty magazine he had hidden from his mom. He couldn't do that with little miss tattletale hanging around. Besides he might want to stroke himself while he looked at the naked women. It always felt so good to do that.
Shawn was on his way to the kitchen when he noticed all sisters’ toys around.
He stood in the middle of the living room and yelled, "Hey brat, come pick up your toys. If you don't they might accidently get broken."
An angry Beth yelled down from her upstairs bedroom, "You better not hurt any my stuff. If you do I tell mom you did it on purpose."
Shawn grumbled and went to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich. Then it was back living room for more couch surfing.
He was watching a movie with big breasted women bouncing along a beach. Shawn had pulled himself out and was jerking off when there was a snicker behind him.
It was Beth standing there watching her brother with interest. She knew what boys were different her friend Suzie had a baby brother, but had never knew they grew so big.
Shawn blushed and tucked himself before asking, "What do you want now?"
His sister gave him an innocent smile say, "I want to go to Suzie's house and if you don't let me I'll tell mom what you were doing."
He had wondered how long before she would use that to blackmail him.
"Mom knows I do this. So no I'm not going to walk you over there," Shawn said.
He might have taken her over there if Suzie had a big sister. Unfortunately for him, Beth's friend was same age as her and she was also the oldest girl in that family.
She was silence few minutes of while working out another way for Shawn to take her to Suzie's house.
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Pristine-Cheesecake 09/06/22 (Tue) 11:50:05 No.23591

Ah yes, a Cannibal_land story. Always a good decision.
I love how Shawn just accepts that he's not getting out of this and lets himself be prepared, and actively makes his own sauce. ;p

not as guroy as i like but it's good victor 08/28/22 (Sun) 01:46:22 No.23576 [Reply]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31530752?view_adult=true

Power girl comission Link022 08/22/22 (Mon) 13:00:11 No.23573 [Reply]

Hi,
I'm searching writer who could make a little story with power girl beeing depowered, raped in dp and having her boobs devoured by zombies at the same time

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Fuck, Marry, Kill YJ_Anon 08/09/22 (Tue) 14:35:17 No.23532 [Reply]

I want to start a game for writers of any skill level (even someone who's never written before). It involves completing a prompt and then updating it for the next writer. Since multiple writers might answer the same prompt this could branch into several challenges to choose from.

The idea is that we start with 3 character descriptions. Then comes a set of short writing prompts following the pattern of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

* The Fuck prompt is something sexual like "blowjob" or "doing it in public". It can be rough but it can't be something that's guro by itself.

* The Marry prompt is something fluffy or mundane like "cuddling" or "wearing a uniform".

* The Kill prompt is something guro themed but doesn't need to be fatal. For example "guillotine" or "facial disfigurement".

To complete the challenge the writer must choose which girl they want to get fucked, which gets married and which gets killed.

For each girl the writer then quotes the girl's story up to that point (her profile along with any fills). After stating the chosen prompt, like "blowjob", they write her a fill of between 25 and 250 words describing how that works out. The fill can be anything as long as it uses the prompt, so even a marry prompt can have sex and death and you can be equally creative with fuck or kill.

But there's a catch: a girl can't be chosen for the same thing twice, so if the previous writer chose fuck for a character then the next person can only choose marry or kill for them. If a girl survives 2 rounds then kill becomes the last and only option.
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YJ_Anon 08/09/22 (Tue) 14:40:27 No.23533

To get this going I'm going to describe the initial 3 characters and whoever replies first can decide on the prompt for fuck, marry and kill. As a reminder the prompts should just be a word or a short sentence, not a complete story description. For example this is what a prompt update should look like:

>> Fuck, Marry, Kill is now...
>> Try to deepthroat
>> Received a gift
>> Burning alive

Helen

Helen is a working mother with 2 sons. Blonde and slightly plump with her big mommy boobs she still gets a lot of looks from men. Her boys are the center of her life, especially after her husband cheated on her and left with his younger secretary. She considers herself to be vanilla in the bedroom and sometimes blames that for her husband leaving her. Of course such opinions are always subjective and based on a person's own biases and beliefs.

Stacy

Stacy is in her first year of college. As a second generation Korean-American she's always felt pressure to succeed which prevented her from having a rich social life. She's a virgin but living on her own she's trying to come out of her shell. She's experimented by dying the tips of her chin length hair and has bought some less conservative clothing but hasn't yet had the courage to wear it or attend one of the rambunctious campus parties.

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Anonymous 08/11/22 (Thu) 08:31:00 No.23542

>>16239
Please help me understand this. Am I supposed to write a story that includes all 3 of the girls or just one of them?

YJ_Anon 08/11/22 (Thu) 23:05:18 No.23548

The intent was 3 sentences or drabbles, one for each girl.

So for example you might want to fuck Stacy, marry Helen and kill Gwen. With the example actions I made you'd write a sentence or drabble describing a situation where Stacy tried to deepthroat, a separate one describing Helen receiving a gift (maybe from her sons if that's what you like...) and a final one outlining how Gwen was burned alive.

You'd then provide a character to replace Gwen and suggest the 3 new actions to pair with Fuck, Marry and Kill.

I do wonder if this is too ambitious for what's supposed to be a fun game. It could be simplified to writing just one girl at a time. It could also be limited to fanfiction characters, so that they only need to be named instead of requiring a story on their own.

For a 1 character-at-a-time version of the game we would start with 3 characters and 3 F/M/K actions. The first person picks a character decides if they want to fuck, marry or kill them and writes it using the matching action prompt. The second person does the same but they can't reuse the same character or action as the first. The third person writes the last remaining character and action but gets to choose the next 3 characters/actions.

Alternatively the action prompt part could be dropped. The game would consist of 3 fanfiction characters and you'd write a simple explanation of how or why you'd fuck, marry or kill them. Then 3 new characters would be suggested.

Do you think any of this is suitable?

Peter 08/12/22 (Fri) 19:50:23 No.23555

Fuck
Gwen was a flower blooming in the brightest colours of spring. Being well aware of that she found herself in a run down house with a gang of known college delinquents. They were charmed by her childlike innocence and her initial shyness and instantly invited her to their base.
She spent the entire day there, discarding all and any clothes at the front door in an act of courage. She would be licked all over and humped, kissed and gently cuddled with. At around 12 am she found the courage to insert a buttplug into her anus, arousing her every at every movement henceforth. After many orgasms from her ass and clitoris she fell asleep and awoke in the early evening. The setting sun turned the world in a spectacular orange which made everything calm and beautiful. "Sweet Gwen", the delinquents' leader said, pointing a large knife at the naked child's chest, " you were fun to play with today, yet you are still a virgin. How about I kill you now in this perfect moment, so that it lasts forever?" he asked friendly. " That day may come where you I ask you to butcher me", she said with a calm hapiness, wiping some cum from her face,"but as you said, I'm still a virgin and there are so many things I still want to experience. When I come back tomorrow you may all deflower me in every way possible." And so the girl, the plug was still inside of her, made her way home to experience many more days of the joys of youth. But that is another story.

Stacy joyfully ran to the front door of the dorm where her package had just arrived. A Hanbok! A traditional Korean Hanbok! She could not contain her excitement and shrieked a bit. She put it on in her room, felt the smooth fabric and felt as pretty as ever before.

Kill
Helen has born this world two sons already, but then she divorced. It was considered to leave her be, after all one can always birth new children, but she stubbornly refused new men, after which it was decided that she would serve society best as minced meat in her sons fridge.

As a replacement for Helen I propose Max Caughtfield from Life is strange.

I purposefully wrote different lengths so that all writers can use this as a starting point. How was it?

YJ_Anon 08/13/22 (Sat) 01:47:19 No.23556

>>16266

The dialog in the first one is very interesting. I'm going to try and use some quotes to split things up.

>> Fuck Stacy, the Korean-American college student

Earlier that day Stacy couldn't have imagined herself being this wild. Letting a frat guy whose name she didn't even know fuck her from behind was one thing. Doing it with a bunch of party guests watching and cheering it on was another. And allowing things to go far enough that there was a belt around her neck, rationing her oxygen and leaving her lost in punch drunk euphoria, was something that was quite literally breathtaking.

>> Marry Max Caughtfield, from Life is Strange

Holding the photograph Max was back there again. But it wasn't to change her decision. It was to relive that perfect moment again when Chloe's lips met hers in the church.

>> Kill Gwen, the junior high slut

Gwen couldn't stop rubbing herself as the camera panned around on her budding breasts and the tiny bit of peach fuzz above her pussy. The idea of being the star of an amateur porno was about the hottest thing she could imagine. She was so turned on it didn't even matter that it would also be snuff film. As long she got fucked hard it seemed like a fair trade to let these guys have fun ripping her guts out too.
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Science Is A Bitch (DBZ): Chapter 1 obonelayer 08/07/22 (Sun) 18:02:51 No.23528 [Reply]

"And now, please welcome to the stage, the second generational genius behind Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs!"

Applause erupted from the audience as the middle-aged female scientist walked up to the stage at the Central City Science Center, her sky-blue hair and small waist looking amazingly attractive for a woman of her age, the red scarf around her neck and a white croptop that exposed some of her cleavage only exaggerating her youthful appearence, her apple-bottom bouncing in her jeans as she walked to the man who had just introduced her.

She waved to the crowd as she shook the hands of the owner of the center, the older fat man palms starting to get sweaty in nervousness at meeting the beautiful leading scientist of the world.

The entire auditorium clapped and cheered for the woman, all except for one man; Dr. Miso, a renowned chemical biologist in his own right, who was sitting there, seething silently in rage and jealousy with his arms crossed. This is the 10th year in a row that Bulma had won the Scientist of the Year award, and his anger was boiling at constantly looking to that arrogant, uppity cunt of a female.

Miso had always hated women; as a biologist, he had to. He hated how weak they were, how disgusting and abnormal their physiology was, how their only real worth to the world was making babies and from that alone they were worshipped. But not Bulma; she was worshipped for her intelligence, her contributions to the scientific community, contributions that in reality her father, a genius man, was mostly responsible for. At least to Miso, that was the case.

The renowned female scientist in general was a fraud to him. She had stolen every idea she had ever come up with, and psychologically whipped the men in her life to think she was an actual threat. He'd heard of her husband and how he used to be a proud warrior prince; looking at him now, in the front row tightening the collar of his suit with the rest of her family, you'd be hard-pressed to guess he was ever a conquerer at all.

Bulma began speaking. "I'd like to thank you all for choosing me as the Scientist of the Year for a full decade!"

The crowd erupted in praise again, making Miso simmer more as he started to slump in his seat. Even hearing her voice made him just want to run up and smack her in the face.
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Broken Toy Anonymous 07/30/22 (Sat) 06:50:16 No.23519 [Reply]

The constabulary which hired “Edda's Expert Adventuring A-Team” could, if nothing else, take solace in the fact that they had only paid half of their fees up front, and that the other half of the reward money was withheld, and contingent on the success of EEAA. EEAA had not, in fact, succeeded, and all money paid to them prior to success was now locked away in the very dungeon they had been tasked with clearing, dumped haphazardly in a heap beside their fresh corpses.

There were four corpses in all, all women and in various states of undress and disfigurement as the victorious goblins ransacked their former belongings for anything of perceived value and squabbled over which body would be served to Gott. Gott wasn’t a particularly picky eater, but his temper was quick even by the standards of ogres, and his rage was likewise severe. None dared present him with even a perceived sleight.

“The large one! Gott will want the biggest to sate his big hunger!” One goblin declared, hoisting the meaty and handless arm of the former party’s former fighter.

“No, stupid! Gott will want the pretty one! He likes pretty things!” A second goblin argued, lifting the limply flopping head of the broken necked witch.

“No, Gott-” a third Goblin started, grabbing the haft of the arrow jutting from the lithe half-orc rogue’s like a lever and using it to wiggle her head. He stopped, starred, then squeaked “Gott!” when he saw that Gott had arrived, the lumbering and barely sentient beast having somehow snuck up on them. The goblins all snapped to attention, dropping whatever loot or body parts they had been holding.

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Anonymous 07/30/22 (Sat) 06:53:15 No.23520

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What she looks like

LE4 [F - Factory farming and slaughterhouse/bbq/breeding] Anonymous 07/18/22 (Mon) 03:33:15 No.23492 [Reply]

Thought I would repost this here as the original subreddit I wrote it to is gone
It can be read all together or just pick a Grade read just that!

Here is some of my art this is based off of: https://www.reddit.com/r/guro/comments/vfgxgu/night_market/

Enjoy your meal~
LE4, affectionately known as Lea, is the name of a popular brand of mass produced girl. The original Lea was genetically engineered to perfection before her production began fifteen years ago. She was a tall busty girl spliced with cow genes. Giving her floppy ears and a cute cow tail. Fat sat on her body in all the right places. Her meat was well marbled and triple-D tits were made to be milked. Tight pussy, wide hips, and big round amber eyes have her looking irresistibly delicious. A unique teal colored head of hair set her apart from other brands at the time, and she presented little to no body hair below her eyebrows.

Lea was designed to be the ideal farm animal. The eggs in her ovaries contain the genetic material to make perfect clone copies when inseminated with a proprietary fluid patented by the company. Any other impregnation attempts will fail, meaning only authorized farms can breed and grow LE4 stock.

The original Lea was encased alive in epoxy and sits beautifully preserved on display at the corporate office in Cherryville. Alongside her is all their other brands of stock girls, both currently in production and retired. Overall this company provides thirty different brands of livestock, but LE4 has been the most successful.

When you purchase a 'Farm Fresh' package of girl meat from the supermarket you might get images in mind of happy naked cowgirls out in the sun in green rolling fields. There may even be a picture of a little red barn on the packaging. But the reality is almost all consumer grade meat comes from automated factory farms. LE4 brand livestock are exclusively farmed in this cruel process.

The life of any Lea will start and likely end in the same massive production complex. They may be called farms, but nothing of these modern facilities resemble one.
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Xyd 08/11/22 (Thu) 18:21:06 No.23543

Extremely hot!

Charity Gym (con, beating) NisrothLAVzmMkA2E 06/25/22 (Sat) 20:56:07 No.23444 [Reply]

I intend for this story to be a subpart of a more ample story on an private resort island in a world where women are willing to die because of societal norms, as they outnumber men by thousands to one and few can give birth to males. More or less the same setting as Monk18's on Dolcettish.

Charity Gym

This island truly has it all. If you would’ve told me five years ago that GYMs would become not only free, but filled with girls willing to lend their bodies for a greater cause, I would’ve laughed and nodded with skepticism. Of course, that skepticism isn’t unfounded - there’s always strings attached – but these strings I’ll dance to.

“This week’s girls are all here on behalf of the ‘Beter Snuff Initiative’ and have pledged to let you train with their bodies – so long as terminal damage results in a $1000 donation for each totaled girl to the charity. ‘Submissive Snuff Sluts Initiative’ aims to bring better experiences through education of young girls in regards to their role in society. Sign right here if you agree.” The petite blonde at the reception tells me. She’s very cute, but with such a tiny frame and no tits, she’d only be good for giving head. She hands me a contract with quite a few small lines at the bottom, then proceeds to smile alluringly.

“Sounds good. I’ll only take one, so give me the hottest you’ve got.” I glide over with the pen, since I already know what the small text is.It’s legalese to make me still pay a percentage of the terminal payout, in case the girl isn’t killed. They’ll claim even up to 80% for just a few bruises and a missing tit or eye – so… I usually go all the way.

“Splendid sir, you can go get her! Today’s girl is stupid hot so I’m sure you’ll find it hard to resist using her to the full terms of this contract. The locker room is down the left hall and then you should proceed to room 103, where your personal trainer is waiting. Use of any implements you brought along is permitted, but may result in additional cleaning fees. We encourage you to train however you see fit, but also strongly suggest you don’t leave partially damaged gym bunnies on the mat as they are harder to find a use for and often end up as ground meat.” She droned on, much like a flight attendant, with a cheerful, detached tone.

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Anonymous 06/26/22 (Sun) 12:56:09 No.23450

i like it! as long as it's for a good cause...
would love to see the switchblade in use a bit as well

Batteries (ncon, magic, torture) NisrothLAVzmMkA2E 06/25/22 (Sat) 20:24:03 No.23441 [Reply]

Intro – Welcoming a new battery

‘Peace… Good thing it never lasts.’ Isiltoth thought to himself as he admired the gorgeous brown haired woman staring lustfully into his eyes, licking the top of his shaft. Her blue lingerie matched with her turquoise visage. Laid back in his imperially ornate chair, he pondered what should the girl’s fate be. ‘She’s stunning… like most who come here. She could be a spy, sent by that sly bastard Arowin. What an ugly fate would befell this gracious bird if that were the case. Aah, she’s astounding with her tongue – I might even keep her around.’

“So you’ve come here to be in my service, yes?” the deceptively young-looking wizard asks as he strokes the beautiful girl’s head.
She briefly pauses stroking with her hands and tongue, looks up and nods with a charming smile.

“Then you’ll have to accept my sigil – placed upon your body.” Isiltoth states coldly.

As he led her to the large bed with him, her worries faded and again she was overcome by lust – beckoning the handsome wizard to take her. Her two blue lingerie pieces barely covering her slim, petite frame – she laid down on the red silk bedsheets. Any mere mortal would be overcome by an urge to give way to their sexual desire – but although Isiltoth was aroused and hard, he knew this would be a terrible waste. Fucking her as she was would only dissipate all the sexual mana from his orgasm. Acting coolly, he spread the girl’s legs apart and pulled down her underwear to reveal her juicy sex. Subduing his urge to penetrate her right away, he placed both hands upon her uterus and muttered a chant.

“Anya. I bind thee to my service. Your body and mind I shall use as I see fit. Serve and live happily or betray and be torn into a million pieces.” He spoke as if possessed, his eyes shining with blue energy and exuding a powerful aura.
As he withdrew his hands from atop her sex, the contours of a tattoo appeared – artfully painting a over her uterus, going from her slit into a T over the ovaries. This sort of tattoo was not only an erotic marking of slaves, but a conduit for redirecting the sexual energies generated by orgasm into magicka gems.

Anya was scared, unsure of the wizard’s intentions after his ominous statement.
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Anya gets recycled NisrothLAVzmMkA2E 06/25/22 (Sat) 20:30:16 No.23442

The Apprentice Trial – use the batteries!

“You did good. But those were just the basics… Tell me, Nisroth, are you willing to use the very lifeforce of others in your quest for power?” Isiltoth asked young mage.

He was anxious, yet determined to prove himself. The fire of youth was still blazing inside him, fueling his pursuit of greatness. He knew it was a once in a lifetime opportunity to prove himself to an arch wizard and be taken in as his apprentice. All his years practicing with magic in his God forgotten village would not go to waste.

“Yes. What is my next task, master Isiltoth?” asked Nisroth.

“Very well. Stay here and I shall bring someone to demonstrate your next challenge on. She’ll be pretty, but don’t get your hopes up … she’s not going to be used conventionally.”
Having lived inside his village with his parents and with little social contact, he was quite the opposite of adept at social encounters, doubly so with girls. He had only caught glimpses of naked girls when they were bathing in the river, but he dared not approach them then – they were distractions from his great cause, anyway. Isiltoth’s words rang inside his head like a gong – over and over again. ‘not used conventionally’ – what could he have meant, was he about to partake in some unholy acts of sodomy? Nisroth did not know.

After what seemed like an eternity, Isiltoth came back – followed by a beautiful lady with brown hair. She was almost naked, baring only stockings, high heels and a tattoo just above her sex, which Nisroth barely dared catch a glimpse of before averting his gaze in embarrassment. Isiltoth’s watchful eye caught the gesture and he knew this could spell disaster for the young candidate – he was sure his would-be apprentice had never seen a naked woman up close, let alone been with one. This challenge would be all the more difficult for him.

“Very well, young mage. This here is Anya, one of the many girls I keep as batteries – I collect energy from their orgasms through the channeling tattoo I place upon their uteri. You see, there is no other source of magical energy as abundant and renewable as that of the sexual energy. The tattoo can be used by anyone with magic capabilities to draw power from the battery – be it sexual power or actual life force. It can all be converted to magic by those that know how.” The arch-mage blabbered on and on, but his words didn’t quite get to Nisroth – he was too entrancPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

NisrothLAVzmMkA2E 06/25/22 (Sat) 20:33:51 No.23443

‘I hope the next girl he brings me isn’t that pretty. I’ll surely regret having to kill a gorgeous girl… no... recycle a battery. They’re no longer more than that… I have to see them… as less than human. Their life is only a source of power. I’ll just… be brave. I’ll be ruthless. I can’t fail now.’ Nisroth soothed his doubtful heart, as he waited impatiently in the dark dank room.

It was morning the day after Anya’s recycling and Isiltoth had told him he received a batch of batteries to recycle from the city. These had been used to power the various magical implements in the city, but no longer produced much from their orgasms.

“Well, here they are. This time we’ve got a pair of batteries. They are seemingly inseparable friends – or so I’ve been told. You will do both of them. These are Leah and Liya.“ Isiltoth said as he walked in with two stunning girls in tow and a large grin on his face.

‘No way… no fucking way I can do that… they’re… Fuuck. And they just kill those? No fucking way…’ Nisroth was again left awestruck at the incredibly gorgeous girls brought before him. ‘Batteries? These are batteries?’

Before him were two brunette girls with ridiculous bodies, clad only in a white bra and panties. Both smiled candidly, as if oblivious to what was about to happen – under some form of mind control. Leah had piercing green eyes and a well-rounded curvaceous figure with fair skin. She looked like a bundle of joy, with her joyful smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. Her tits didn’t look big when hidden by the white lace bra, but they were more than a handful. Next to her was Liya - a taller, darker skinned girl with tits nearly as big as her head. She, too, was beautiful, but her brown eyes and dirty smile sparked only lust. In addition to the womb tattoo, she also had a lion’s head tattoo just below her bountiful chest and a flower band tattoo around one of her thighs.

“Yes. These are batteries. And yes, there is a way. I picked these to challenge you.” The wizard replied to the young mage’s thoughts.

‘He’s reading my… you’re reading my thoughts…I… please master Isiltoth!’

“Stop being so pathetic. You’ve got what it takes, just take over those feelings and rein in your lust. I will only take you as an apprentice if you finish BOTH. TODAY. I will make things easier for you, though… or harder – it’s all up to you. If you show no mercy and use the first battery to also cast spells on Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

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