/lit/ - Literature

This story was inspired by the amazing poster for the godawful 1987 movie R.O.T.O.R.

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098156/mediaviewer/rm3496186881/

It contains neck breaking, debreasting, beheading, amputation (legs and pussy), and death by blunt trauma.


The Meat Machines

“The meat machines are here,” Debbie said, pointing at the entryway of the food court.

Charlotte perked up, turning away from her latte to look.

There were two of them, long and lean, encased in black leather with gleaming black motorcycle helmets.

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I am garbage. I am a piece of trash. Entirely without worth as a living breathing thing, and much more useful as an object to be used and thrown away, in that anyone gets any use at all out of me. I am the kind of fetid trash that is so repugnant it can only be immediately carted far away from a well kept home as not to offend its occupants. Im not a special piece of trash, not even valid as a conversation piece or memory. Im common trash, daily trash, entirely unmemorable.

I lay, with other replaceable trash like me, beside the city street. Thrown from my home, where I could not be of service, where my presence made my keepers upper lip raise on one side towards their nose as if trying to seal it off from a rank smell. I lay now with my shoulderblades on cold cement and my eyes blankly staring towards the sky. I think my eyes are blank, I hope theyre blank. Blank and gray. So that a glance could inform passersby that nothing of significance is taking place behind them. Trash swarms over me, trash like me. I feel what I imagine to be a roach crawl over my forearm. I hate roaches, I find them to be the most deploreable. I envy them. They neednt consider their lot in life. They ask themselves no questions and are not sensitive to answers.

I feel a tug at my shin, and the sky above me moves. Good, turn me over, I dont deserve to see the sky. My useless body flops to its stomach and I feel my rear end raised. Useful. This is what Im useful for. The assailant grabs my hair and lifts my face from the cement, he looks at me. I look past him. Some part of me is dead, and has stopped searching for human connection. I dont feel the inclination to meet his eyes, the natural will to has died somehow. I just watch him glance over me from my peripherals. He kisses me. He must approve of me. I let him play with my limp and listless tongue until thin strands of saliva drip down my chin and hug my neck. He drops me when he becomes bored. I dont make any effort to catch myself, so my head quickly smacks into the ground. I chip a tooth. It hurts. I let out the slightest of mumbles, a light murmer to satisfy mt bodies desire for me to do something about the pain. He says something about me being alive, and I feel him punch me twice in the back of the head. It hurts less than the tooth. But yes. This is right. Use me like this. I want my worthless shell to be made useful by you, to be recycled, to have some second hand value to even just a stranger. Make me aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I hope you enjoy this. I'm open to any story ideas you have, including fanfiction if it's a property I'm familiar with. No underage, no scat.


Dick McDonald's Revenge

I snapped my fingers and pointed down, and they both got on their knees – a stacked blonde in a loose, low-cut minidress that showed a delicious expanse of creamy cleavage, and a slender Asian in tight white hot pants and a cute rock and roll T-shirt.

I was sitting on the edge of a fountain in the campus center, trying to concentrate on my textbook in the midst of a vast array of luscious feminine creatures, and I’d finally called it. There was just no point in pretending to study until I’d drained my balls a few times, and the two delicacies kneeling in front of me now were the closest and cutest available.

It took a few seconds for me to shuck my jeans as the Asian chick lifted my shirt over my head, and then they were off to the races – the blonde taking a minute to give me bedroom eyes as the Asian stuffed her mouth with my balls.

“What’s your name, stud?” the blonde asked, stroking my dick up and down as her friend slobbered noisily on my nutsack.

“Richard McDonald.”

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Hello, first time poster on gurochan. My name is pusmonster and i write sadistic torture stories focused on women’s feminine parts. This is one of my requests about a girl named Taylor. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
WARNING- there is no sex in this story, it is purely torture so if you are into that-

TAYLOR
Descripton- Taylor is a girl in her early twenties with bright blue eyes and brown-red curly hair down to her breasts, which are around a size C.

Taylor is sitting in her room at her dresser getting ready to go out. Shes looking at her own pretty face framed with curls in the mirror and is waiting for her hair straightener to heat up. Taylor hasn't gotten to go out in a while because of work and world circumstances so shes excited to meet her friends and go out to a nightclub for a well earned break. Maybe she could even find a cute guy and bring some adventure back to her life.
Little did Taylor know that I have been watching her through a crack in her door, slowly stroking my cock and looking around her room thinking of ways to make her life a lot worse and mine a lot more fun.
While Taylor is preoccupied looking down and painting her nails, I realise its my opportunity to strike. I thank god these young sluts nowadays always wear their airpods listening to trash music, just so I could make my entrance more dramatic. I slowly open the door and creep towards her until im a foot behind her, looking down at her little shoulders, with her blissfully - of how different her life would soon be.

Suddenly I violently yank on her little necklace backward, causing Taylor to make an amusing choked yelp of surprise as her necklace breaks and she falls backwards off her stool and lands on her back facing up right between my legs. For a second there she is, in a momentary shock, lying on the ground with her beautiful big blue eyes staring straight up at the balls of her worst nightmare. As she gulps in air preparing to scream, I suddenly sit down on her face, mashing the bottom of my cock and balls into her pretty features smearing her mascara and lipstick. I quicly grab her arms and tuck them under my legs, immobilising her upper body. Now she is all mine. Her legs are trashing violently and her muffled screams are pleasuring my junk but she is unable to protect her vulnerable front. my hands descend on her young perky clothed tits with viciousness. I find her nipples and then cruelly twist them in opposing diPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The rebels did not have a chance. Tired after a week-long march and most still bearing their burdens they mustered little in the way of a defense, those who drew their weapons were quickly cut down. The camp was swiftly surrounded, the rebel men were given no quarter and were swiftly put to the sword, the river on the banks of which the camp was just being established ran red with their blood. I want to spare the my dear readers the description of the horrible torments inflicted upon the leader of the rebellion but suffice it to say that by the time he started to pray for death, the king’s executioners were only halfway done with their work and at the end of it his corpse hardly resembled a human being. The children of the camp were declared outlaws and prohibited from ever returning to civilization under pain of death, then allowed to run away. For the wives, adult daughters however, the commanders had something special in mind to make sure no further rebellions would spring up in this remote part of the kingdom. The rough soldiers, still bloodied from killing their male relatives forcibly removed their clothes, leaving them in naught but their shifts. The unfortunate rebel women were also ordered to remove their shoes and stockings to ensure against flight and prevent them from strangling each other to avoid the king’s justice. Females unwilling to undress themselves or bare their feet were effectively “encouraged". Loud wailing and screaming from fear, humiliation and grief could be heard throughout the camp, much to the amusement of the hardened soldiers.
The next town was situated a three day's march away from the rebel camp. Horsemen were sent out who could make the trip in a day. Meanwhile, canes and whips were used to drive the unfortunate barefoot and almost naked prisoners to their fate. It was obvious that the march would not be a quick one as the rebel wives and daughters rightfully suspected they were headed towards a painful and, even more importantly to most of them, extremely humiliating end. About twenty out of the two hundred and fifty captured women tried to escape but none succeeded, barefoot and exhausted with most of the road leading through dense forests the bloodhounds would quickly catch up with them and just as quickly, their already flimsy shifts ripped and bloodied, they would rejoin the rest of the doomed wenches on the way towards their destiny. Heart-breaking scenes could be witnessed among the doomed women and Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

When Tim walked into the butcher shop, he was obviously terrified. Holding the red ticket in his hands, he was on the verge of tears when he heard the tiny bell jingle above the door. In the window several butchered boys just the same age as him were hanging by hooks, their naked bodies in clean pieces with prices stuck into their flesh with pins. Slowly he walked up to the currently empty counter. "Hello?" He called out. "My mommy told me I had to come here?" A few moments later an older man came from behind the counter and greeted Tim.

"Hi there little one! What's your name?" Asked the man gently.

"Tim," answered timidly, still holding the ticket.

The child handed the ticket over to the butcher. It was a notice from the Department of Population Control - Tim had been randomly selected to be culled for his meat in order to address the food shortage the area was facing. A half dozen boys came in each day with tickets like this. Each boy would then be taken back to the front of the store where they'd have their bodies weighed, measured, and inspected before being prepared for slaughter. The inspectors were not gentle men, most of them having spent their entire lives hunting, killing, and butchering people just like Tim. They were all looking forward to breaking this small child down so that they could enjoy a hot meal tonight.

"Well, well, well... Tim. Lets see if you're a big enough boy to become dinner!"

"Ok, what do I have to do?" The nervous child said.

"Well, first off we'll need you to strip."

"I don't want to," cried timidly.
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"Where's Clara?" (Incest Snuff Loli Guro Cannibalism)

1. This is an unofficial, unauthorized, non-canon (fandom) sequel to Quivering Flesh’s 2004 “But Why Me Mommy?” as published on Asstr.org. I own no rights to the characters in this story, and invite Quivering Flesh to contact me if they would prefer the story be removed or revised.

2. Despite earnest attempts to pay homage to Quivering Flesh’s style, this story is dialogue heavy and, compared to “But Why Me Mommy?”, light on sexual details.

3. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, loli) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

4. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and lolis engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

5. If you have not already, you are encouraged to read “But Why Me Mommy?” by Quivering Flesh before reading this story, but that is not strictly necessary. You might also read “But Why Me Mommy?” afterwards as a “flashback” by the narrator. “But Why Me Mommy?” can be read here: https://asstr.org/files/Authors/quivering_flesh/But%20Why%20Me%20Mommy%20(MFg%20pedo%20incest%20torture%20snuff).txt

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Dusk
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"Stop Fussing" (No-Sex Loli Incest Snuff Murder Betrayal)

1. This is my very first attempt at writing a story of this nature (originally posted on Ravishment University some time ago). I don't know if I am any good at it. Emotional and psychological abuse, betrayal, and questionable parental morality (in fiction) appeals heavily to me, so my story dwells more on that than on any kind of sex.

2. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, loli) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

3. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and lolis engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

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"Stop your fussing!" my wife Julie chastized our crying daughter Krissy. "Pack up your things!"

Krissy had just gotten back from school when her mother politely asked her to start packing. The 11 year old immediately started balling her eyes out. I had to retreat to my home office, but could clearly hear all the commotion as our daughter was having her fit. Julie was better suited to taking care of tantrums than I ever was.

"No, I... I don't want to. Please don't make me!" Krissy shouted in between her breathless sobs. Precious oxygen was going into her panicky breathing. I was really looking forward to the peace and quiet.
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A story I wrote a long time ago. Upon rereading, I thought it might be suitable to post here. I've mostly moved on from this type of writing and from violence in general, but perhaps this story can still be enjoyed here.

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The warm dirt squished between Rin's toes, and she smiled gleefully as she frollicked through her jungle home with exeptional agility. The cat-girl was no beginner when it came to dodging branches and swining from vines, but as the youngest neko in her tribe she still had much to learn.
Rin was a short, beatiful neko of about 15 years, with short blue hair, large blue ears, and with eyes like the bright afternoon sky; calm, blue spheres without grief or worry. As was tradition in her tribe, Rin was completely nude except for her fuzzy ears and long blue tail that whipped to and fro as she ran. Her body was fine and rounded, with a small but plump buttocks and a pair of small, pale, perky breasts. Her skin was white and unmarred, and her face was lovelier than most other nekos.
The jungle around her was thick and dark with enormous trees that towered high above her and hid the bright sky above. Wildly coloured birds perched on tree branches above various apes and mammals while the vivpers lay on their bellies beneath leaves, waiting for their prey to show themselves. Even deeper in the jungle were vicious beasts who only came out at night to hunt. None of these seemed to concern the neko who continued her run, though. Such creatures were no threat to her or her tribe.
After a few hours of exploring, Rin decided to return home to her tribe. It only took her a few moments, and when she arrived she made her way to a small den in the ground she called home. She crawled into it and curled up. Purring softly, she began to fall asleep and dream of more wild adventures...
"Rin!" A beastial shout echoed outside of her den and Rin was startled from her slumber. "Get out here now!" The shaken young neko made her way out of the den. She crawled slowly, her head down and her mouth fixed in a frown.
"Y-yes daddy?" She stuttered as she finally made it outside. Before her stood a 7 foot tall beast of a man, with ears twice as large as Rin's and a thick black mane around his face. His body was lean and heavily muscled, and between his legs hung an enormous length that Rin had long admired. As usual, her gaze moved first to his enormous manhood, then up his finely chizeledPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

mistress hands the little slave a meat cleaver and position's the girl's dominant hand on the cutting board. The cute girl is hyperventilating, blushing, pupils dilated, terrified and aroused.

as she slowly builds the nerve to permanently sever her right hand, the girl begins to writhe, humping mistress's thigh more and more vigorously, moaning louder and louder, fear obvious in her voice. the sheer intensity of the situation! the permanence! the submission! to be made *lesser* like this - forever! the little girl bites her lip and scream-moans as she arches her spine and circles her hips, grinding deeper and deeper.

then, before she can lose her nerve, she brings down the meat cleaver with all her might - and it goes through! her hand is off! the girl screams! she looks in disbelief at the reality of it, her hand actually severed, bleeding, no longer attached to her - *no longer part of her body!* the adorable little girl begins to cum while still screaming, screaming as much from the intensity of the situation as from the pain. she pressed her tiny body against her mistress and cums and cums.

mistress comforts her, strokes her face, and whispers "i'm going to take the other one."

the sweet little girl doesn't resist as her other hand is placed on the cutting board. the young slave continues to hump mistress's thigh. the girl starts to come out of her delirium a bit and realize that she is really going to lose her other hand - to have no hands for the rest of her life, just to please this woman. the cute little darling explosively climaxes.

losing her nerve for a moment, she timidly withdraws her left hand, then... even more timidly... puts it back down, breathing really hard, her adorable breasts rising and falling.

mistress brings the blade down - it goes through! both hands are off!

the precious little slave is out of her mind in subspace. almost cumming again at the thought, she realizes with a twist of dread and excitement that she might consent to being killed outright at this rate. she cuddles against her mistress as the woman ties tourniquets above her amputated wrists. amputated! her hands have just been *amputated!*
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