/lit/ - Literature

schoolgirl needs someone to love her, even if it hurts.

This is an exerpt from my new story, available at https://denkira7.gumroad.com/l/buouis

In the fantasy world of Belial, a young Princess is looking forward to her royal wedding. When a charming, half-elf barmaid seduces her Prince, the ruthless girl will make her pay for it dearly.

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Milu wakes up, yet again. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re entire body is constantly teetering on the verge of sexual climax. Her heart is always alert, pumping blood into that dreaded thing that has sprouted between her legs. Her face is permanently flushed with a wave of self-produced heat. The young elf knows this to be highly abnormal, but can’t pinpoint why. She always considered herself a generously sexual person, but her current state is way more intense than any “heat-wave”. This is clearly pathological. Something is very wrong. She believes her permanently lustful nature has to do with the transforming alchemy performed on her genitals.

But lust dehydrates you. She needs more water. In her tiny room, it’s not too hard to keep track of her water bowl. She crawls a few feet towards the opposite longer wall. It’s always somewhere there. As she crawls on all fours, her tits sway from her chest, her nipples sometimes grazing the dirty floor and adding to her stimulating frustration.

She also used to feel her hair sway on her back and her sides, as she crawled. But after Princess Jessica’s last visit, a few days ago, their length is considerably shorted. Jessica had opted to give the elf an improptu haircut with her blade, Milu’s long, beautiful red locks annoying the Princess with their beauty. Now, Miluvae’s red hair barely reach the nape of her neck, cut crudely and unevenly.
The blinded woman slows down her crawling, sensing she’s very close to the wall now. She edges her head further and further until her forehead makes contact with hard stone. Now she just has to follow along the wall until she finds the bowl. Miluvae’s stump arms operate much like front-legs nowadays, but the girl currently uses them to blindly feel the air until they finally make contact with a tin object.

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This is a small excerpt from my new story, which you can find at https://denkira7.gumroad.com/l/cvdam

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Taking away her hair seemed to only be the start for Elena. That pretty slut only had her looks to show for in this world. It would be “interesting” to see what was left of her if you took that away. At least that’s what Elena told herself. The 37 year old woman failed to see how much her deep insecurities about her own beauty played a factor in this course of action.

The surgeon’s field of work would certainly come in handy with her plans. Plans she never shared with her slave-sibling. Elena wanted to hit 4 birds with 2 stones. In Elena’s eyes, Lola never had anything of merit to say. It was only mundane, shallow things: fashion or stupid gossip of friends and celebrities, rinse and repeat. As for her actual voice, it was feminine and seductive, just the right kind of high pitch, but not too high. It’d be a pity if she couldn’t lure men in with her flirtatious laughter or more importantly, with words that made their imagination run wild.

Even muffled and gagged, Elena was getting tired of her sister’s annoying yapping. It would have to go.
The second thing that would go was Lola’s feet. Well, not all of them; Elena needed the bitch to be able to stand and walk. But the pretty parts, the attractive parts. Unlike Elena’s chubby toes, Lola’s were perfectly pedicured, slim, delicate. Lola had even gotten some cash for her “admired” feet. Elena hadn’t forgotten how bad she felt when Lola boasted about selling photos of her sexy feet to about a dozen guys online.

If only to confirm her thought process, cutting off her toes would drastically hinder the girl’s attempts at running away, should an opportunity ever arise. She “needed” to do this, to ensure her own freedom. Lola was not gonna like these alterations one bit, but that paid no factor in Elena's decision.

The young woman had gotten used to visiting the basement around night-time or whenever someone knocked on Elena’s door. This time nothing seemed to prompt her downstairs visit. Elena, with the cord/leash on one hand and the cattle prod on the other, guided the unclothed girl to the metal autopsy table. She secured each limb to the corners with handcuffs just like always. “MMmmmf?” Lola raised her head with furrPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

If you are a Pixiv member, in that place there are a debreasting artist called "egro0001" he created an Amazing debreasting illustration called RED ROOM, the problem is that Egro only shared this work at Booth, that means this is ONLY FOR JAPAN... you can not purchase it if your credit/debit cards are outside japan... This is driving me crazy because the illustration looks amazing!!!
So Unable to purchase his ilustration, i decided to let Run my imagination and create a Similar story by myself... This story is 100% NON-CON DEBREASTING, if this is not of your taste you can leave Now, but if you love Debreasting then leave me some comment and tell me if you liked it!
PS.- Here i share you the link of the original RED ROOM, if you live in japan and you have acces to this story please let me know!! we can make some arrangement or exchange!

MARIANA AND THE RED ROOM (ENGLISH VERSION)

"... just give her name, her location, and her email, and we do the rest"
George was having a private conversation with a group on the Deep web called "OPPAI-TRAP", an organization like the exclusive "B-Part", but much more ... SINISTER.

In this conversation, George was revealing to O-Trap the existence of his friend MARIANA, the girl with THE BIGGEST UDDERS he has ever met, and it is well known to lovers of Debreasting, that all the videos of O- Trap are focused on women with Huge and natural breasts.

Mariana is a 21-year-old Mexican girl, a Redhead with a curly hair, like all Redheads, you could see closely her body with a light and attractive coat of freckles, as for her face, she is not what would be called a “Pretty Girl”, in fact she is quite regular, but what really catches the attention of all men, are her HUGE NATURAL BOOBS.

George and Mariana were dating for some time, and at that time George was able to know Mariana's personality, her Huge breasts had caused her a lot of insecurity with her appearance, whenever they went out she wore loose blouses to disguise her size, however this did not avoid glances since many men could detect that under those layers of fabric were hiding a HUGE NATURAL BREASTS.

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This is my first try writing a guro/snuff story, so feel free to criticize me!

First the general setting , I plan to do more stories with this:

It's the year 2130 and overpopulation has become a big problem in the US. First there was an 1-child-policy introduced as some kids were still needed to have the socity remew, but this was still not enough and also all these onlychild became huge snobs, which wasn't good for a working socity either. So it has been decided that the 1-child-policy is to be replaced with a so called "strict-2-child-policy" which means that also termination of minors was implemented. The terminations are to be executed by the respective schools of the kids from the point they entered school; younger kids are to be terminated in their pre-schools, daycare or some special departments in hospitals ("Department of toddler termination"). If couples decide to have kids it is mandatory for the mother to get pregnant with a second child within 3 years after the first child is born otherwise the first child will be terminated; if she has a miscarriage in the second pregnancy they can apply for an one-time extension of this deadline for up to 1 year.
Also couples who want to have kids have to apply for a child permit, for which they have to be married and which are regularly declined if their social credit score is too low.

Minors are also to be terminated immediately in the following cases:
1. Both parent die.
2. One parent dies and the other doesn't re-marry in such a manner the couple ends up having two kids within 1 year.
3. There is a justified suspicion that the minor has commited ANY criminal offence.
4. The minor has broken a termination-quallified school rule. (such as cheating on a test or lying to a techer)
5. The minor has broken any not-termination-quallified school rule 3 times within one school year. (such as violating the school's dress code or coming to school ill)
6. The minor failed any class. (Failed classes cannot be repeated)
7. The minor has gotten 3 Fs within one school year. (No matter if he would pass all classes anyway)
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Mummy! My tummy hurts!” Jodie whined, leaning her head on her mum’s shoulder. “I’m really hungry!”

“I know, honey.” Paula stroked her little girl’s hair. “I am too.” It had been three weeks now since the accident and there was still no sign of rescue. The island was small and its resources limited. At first Paula had shared the berries and edible roots she found with Jodie but, as they had grown more and more scarce, she had stopped eating herself, giving everything she found to her four year old. It had been five days since she had eaten anything at all, two for Jodie.

“Let me do something nice for you!” she smiled, laying her daughter down on the soft, mossy earth. The only way she had found to distract herself from her own hunger was to pleasure herself with her fingers but they were rough now, dry, and almost like sandpaper – far too rough to use on her little girl’s sensitive genitals.

While Paula tried to maintain a veneer of modesty, still desperately hoping for rescue, Jodie had not worn any kind of clothing since their third day on the island. Now she lay back, her still-chubby little legs parted as her mother lowered her face between her thighs and began to lick.

The little girl moaned sweetly, momentarily distracted from her hunger as her mother had hoped. Paula licked gently, her tongue flicking her daughter’s tiny clit and causing her thick honey to flow. The little girl’s lubrication tasted so delicious on her starved tongue. How long could they go on like this? Paula thought to herself. There was no more food. Nothing. If they went even a few more days without rescue she would surely die then, with nobody to care for her, Jodie would die too. The hopelessness of the situation washed over her even as she pleasured her happily moaning daughter. Her constricted and knotted stomach growled, sensing the licking sensation and readying itself for much needed food. Food that would never come. Unless…

They were both dead already, weren’t they? If she did nothing, her little girl had maybe days left, four at most. And then what? There were no wild beasts on the island… Their dead bodies would lay side by side, bloated and rotting in the sun and fed on by nothing but flies. A total waste. Jodie was small and tender and, despite the days of hunger, still quite plump. There was no moment when she decided, no decision she made, yet as her tongue withdrew from her daughter’s tight, moist little slit, she bit dowPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hello. This is my first story here and that's why I still don't know the functionality of the site (beautiful design, etc.). Also please forgive my English. (Asia). I found old screenshots of Fallout with guro mods in the discord.
Fallout 4. (rape, noncon, asphyxia, short story)

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The year 2287 has arrived in the world, and for several weeks now, a shelter survivor named Nora has been learning how to survive. After leaving the cryochamber, she spent the first few days in the shelters methodically exploring every possible room. At first, she was looking for at least some survivors, but soon realized that she was left alone. After collecting some food, medical supplies and taking the uniform of a security officer, she got outside. The picture of a dying world shocked her mind, but she hurried to her house, but found no one there.

It took the girl a week and a half to get used to the new environment of the new world. She managed to find an old double-barreled shotgun. Kind people advised her to go to Diamond City to start looking for her son there. From the descriptions of other wanderers, she understood where it was, but the city had changed a lot. The streets are teeming with bandits, cannibals, slave traders, and packs of ghouls and dogs come out at night.

On the way to the city center she met a pretty woman who, for a modest fee, could suggest a secret safe path to the city. For this, she asked for only a few dozen bottle caps. Nora gladly agreed to this deal and set off early in the morning along the indicated route. The road through the ruined streets took a couple of hours, and now the resident of the shelter came to the drawbridge. Her attention was attracted by the people who guarded the bridge, but according to the merchant, it must be the guards of the city.

She decided to come closer. People in torn clothes and armor at first showed no hostility towards her, predatory watching their prey. Suddenly, from the ruins of an old car, a disgusting-looking thug with a homemade club from a table leg crawled out. With one blow to Nora's back, he knocked her off balance. This was followed by a kick to the stomach and a weak blow to the back of the head to stun the girl. Nora woke up a couple of minutes later, but she already saw how a group of bandits was carrying her into the hold of an old ship. Inside, the body was roughly thrown onto an old mattress. The men proceeded to undress their victimPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

It's early summer and you and two of your friends decide to fly to the continental US on vacation. At this point, we've been talking on Reddit for over a year and we want to meet up. We agree that a camping trip would be fun, and you agree to meet me in Washington. You and your friends pack a suitcase to be checked, including an axe, machete, a few pocket knives,and a larger bowie knife. It never hurts to be prepared when camping!

You fly into the Denver airport and me and my sister come to pick you up in our SUV. My sister just turned 22 and is a petite blonde, a couple inches shorter than me, with an athletic body and blue eyes. She's wearing a yellow sun dress with a large hat with her hair down and sunglasses. I told her to wear some black fishnet stockings, knowing it would turn you on. I sported a blue tank top, no bra, and black yoga shorts with my hair back in a ponytail. We pick you up outside and I stay in the drivers seat, you join me up front, and my sister sits between your two friends in the back.
I start driving to a remote lake campground so we can get a good view of the stars. You reach over and slide your hand up my inner thigh like my boyfriend would. I smile and give you a wink. In the back your friends pick up on the cue and pull up my sisters dress, exposing her bright blue thong. She blushes as they pull her panties aside and finger her wet cunt. She really is a slut... I see your dick getting rock hard, so I pull over and let you drive. As you watch your mates probing and groping my sister, I unzip your pants and pop your dick out. I start sucking like a vacuum as my sister pulls out your friend's cocks and strokes them both with a firm grip. You reach over my body and play with my nipples, pulling them between your fingers and making me wet. I bob my head up and down, before plunging your dick all the way down my throat, where you blow your load. My sister soon finishes off your friends and they shoot their jizz onto her tights.
We finally arrive at our destination and we break out the gear to start setting up camp. I ask you and my sister to walk down to the nearby stream to collect water. I see you rummage through your bag and pull out a couple objects while my sister grabs the water jugs. She leads the way and you follow, starring at her ass. You reach the side of the stream and she bends over a log to start collecting water in the jug. Seeing her bent over in her tights, you're helplessPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

(Hey all - long-time lurker, thought I'd try my own story. Sorry it's not finished but I'll try to get it done over the weekend. Hope you like it so far? Be gentle!)

Cindy wound one of her thin blonde braids around her pencil are stared at the math problem on the paper in front of her. She should know how to solve it, she knew! It was fairly simple really and her teacher, Mrs Elliot, had been through the method last week. She had understood it perfectly then, even volunteering to come to the front of the class and solve the problem on the board. But today, her mind was elsewhere entirely.

She wondered if she should have taken her mum’s advice and not gone to school that day, staying home to help get everything set up for her uncle’s party that evening, but she had wanted to see her friends one last time. Not to mention the unofficial school tradition she was looking forward to taking part in.

The pretty eleven year old crossed her feet, her long legs tucked back under her chair, and thought about how she would be turning on a spit over hot coals, naked in front of her entire family and several friends of her Uncle Ed’s. She took her role as party food seriously and had insisted on nightly spankings from her dad to make sure her shapely rump was nice and tender. That was partly why she was so looking forward to lunch time!

With more and more girls choosing to cook these days, something of a tradition had grown up within her school that, on a meat-girl’s last day, in the dining hall, her friends would bend her over the table and hold her down, her panties pulled down to around her ankles and her skirt lifted up, inviting anyone who wanted to come give her one spank on her exposed behind.

Of course, in Cindy’s case, there was going to be one subtle difference – there would be no panties around her ankles as she wasn’t wearing any. An article in Meat-Girl Monthly had brought pressure marks to her attention and she wanted to look her best on the spit. For the last couple of days, therefore, she had come to school without her underwear or training bra. The feeling of the cotton of her school uniform shirt against her perky pink nipples was stimulating but only half as much as knowing that her grey knee-length skirt was all that prevented her most intimate area being exposed.

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a young girl, naked, stood on a chair, her arms spread, breathing hard, gasping ribs lifting her little breasts with each aroused breath, wrists cuffed far apart to opposite pillars. the wheeled office chair squeaked and swayed under her.

a beautiful woman in lingerie circled the girl, holding a riding crop. the leather crop, held with a delicate grip, was dragged, like a tongue, over the soft curves of the girl's body. her naked thighs. upward, ever so close to the blushing, dripping flower of her labia.

the girl's clothes were folded neatly on the floor.

tight, painful rope around her waist and between her legs held a thick, vibrating dildo in place inside her vagina. 12 seconds on, 6 seconds off. the rope crushed her waist. the stabilizer muscles of her abdomen were weakened like this, and so she could not help swaying her hips as she struggled to balance on the chair.

she moved like a belly dancer.

the riding crop, light as a feather, teased at the girl's swollen clitoris.

"sarah..." the woman cooed, resting a hand on the girl's ass, caressing, cupping and lifting the pert lobe. "you know how this will end, sweetie. why do you keep coming back?"

the helpless girl moaned around her ball gag.
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