/lit/ - Literature

Hello everyone! I'm LordofPancakes, I've been a lurker and poster for over a decade across the various iterations of Gurochan.

I'll be posting stories I've found over the years and of course my favorite stories as well.

You travel down the street and into the center of town where a large stage has been erected. A man dressed in shining chainmail stands on top; his face obscured by a brilliant helm with flowing white mane and tail. He is surrounded by bodyguards with long halberds at their hands.
he raises an axe and chops off a maidens head in the center of the square. The crowd goes wild!
Another hero! You cheer as you've been trained to do. The new king will be chosen at the end of this ceremony, and you wonder who it will be this time.
The hero raises his axe and smashes it into the stage, creating a deep crater. He pulls the axe out of the stage, and addresses the crowd.
"That is how you choose a hero! A true hero does not wait for his kingdom to acclaim him! He takes up the sword and proclaims his valor for all to see!"
He swings the axe into the stage again and again. Finally, a young woman dashes out from behind the curtain. You gasp in surprise as she is revealed to be princess Catia of Nobeese. She is a maiden who is so beautiful that it seems unreal. She is dressed in an elegant blue dress and her long golden hair is tied up into a bun.
"I am a true princess!"
"And you shall die like one" The knight yells as he smashes the axe into her. You try to scream but can't find the breath. One by one, the other girls that were hidden behind the curtain are revealed. They are all gruesomely injured. Some have missing limbs, others have their skulls caved in or their faces disfigured beyond recognition. You scream for help, but no one comes. This is just something that happens in this kingdom.
The girls are thrown over the knight's shoulder like sacks of potatoes and he returns to his palace.
You scream for Catia, but no one comes. She is dead and will never get up and dance with you. You scream in frustration and punch the stone floor. You crouch down and decide to make a run for it. If you can outrun them, maybe you can find help. You break into a cold sweat when you remember where the arrow is in your chest. You have no arrows left and you're not sure if you'd be fast enough to get across the square before they catch up to you.
You're about to try when you hear the crunch of gravel. The knight has returned without the girls. The crowd begins to cheer as he approaches the stage.
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==Birthday Killer I==

drowning, choking, f-masturbation, yuri, rape, teen, piss


There was no key under the welcome mat. Jana said there would be one, that they always left one under the mat for their daughter when she got home. It wasn’t there. Maybe it was under that flower pot?

Emma looked and huffed when the pavement underneath was bare. “Fucking Jana can’t gather intel for shit.” It might be in the dirt, but she wasn’t about to tear up the porch looking for the damned thing.

She pulled a paperclip out of her purse, unraveled it, and stuck it in the keyhole. Something clicked and she turned the knob. Emma cracked the door open and slipped in, closing it behind her.

“James?” A voice yelled around the corner.

Emma jumped and slammed the door. Why was there someone here? Jana said everyone would be at school or work. Maybe Lily got sick?

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Is this on topic?

allegedly real:
https://closeronline.co.uk/real-life/news/daughter-killed-eaten-cannibals/
https://brobible.com/life/article/cannibals-killing-woman-cooking-serving-party/
https://allthatsinteresting.com/james-jameson-cannibal

fake:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/78797488
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/78910407

Three Little Piggies – A Short Story
By
Edward Hyde
“Next three!” Called the gruff man in his bloody apron. “Quickly, please!” Carly, Hannah and Natalie stood up and took deep breaths. The rest of the naked girls shuffled down the bench to fill the space.

“This is it!” Hannah, a tall blonde whispered to the others. Carly, a chubby red-head grinned and Natalie, an athletic black girl reached out, took both their hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze. All the girls waiting for slaughter were between ten and twelve years old but this particular abattoir served a wide area so most of them did not know each other. This trio of friends, however, had volunteered together after the recruiter visited their school and, once they had worked out that girls were being called through in batches of three, had carefully counted out those ahead and begged to swap with other girls in the line so the they could be dispatched together.

Having made arrangements with the other parents, Natalie’s dad had dropped the excited threesome off on his way to work, handled the paperwork and waited to collect their possessions before wishing them good luck and leaving them to their fate. Carly was the only one who had dressed in any way properly that morning, leading her to be teased lightly by the other two who wore only long t-shirts and flip-flops, but she didn’t care. This was, she had reasoned, her special day and she wanted to dress up for it and so the pretty young piggy had been driven to slaughter in a nice summer dress, fancy shoes and new, matching training bra and panties. It had, of course, taken her much longer to undress than they others, to the apparent annoyance of the hard-faced woman on reception, but soon enough all three were stark naked and Natalie’s dad was on his way with a carrier bag of clothing he would drop off to the other families after work.

“What happens if girls come on their own?” Hannah had asked while they waited for Carly to strip. “Or if nobody is bothered about taking their clothes?”

“Oh that happens quite a bit really!” the woman had smiled, displaying a softer side that was definitely not apparent on first meeting. She reminded Natalie of a typical doctor’s receptionist – the kind who seems to think it’s their sworn duty to prevent the doctor from being bothered by such trivial annoyances as sick patients. “Generally any clothes that get left behind get donated and sold for charity.”

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Something I threw together about Lyra/ Kotone from Pokemon.
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Lyra stood, terrified, wondering if Team Rocket would actually go through with their plan. It was certainly a lot of preparation just to scare her if they didn’t. Her arms were bound at the wrists and held above her head by a small rope hanging from a tree limb. Her legs were individually tied at the ankles, ropes stretched out to her right and left holding her feet apart at shoulder width. She was gagged to prevent attracting unwanted attention. At least, unwanted for the time being. Team Rocket knew they had quite a prize when they captured Lyra just hours before, and the bosses wanted to use her to send a very clear message to anyone else who thought about meddling in their evil plans. After a bit of deliberation earlier in the day, Lyra was taken to her current location, in the woods just a bit off a route a very short distance outside her home town. This ensured that she would be found, but not until they wanted her to be. Once Lyra had been tied up, a member of Team Rocket produced her bag used for carrying supplies. However, instead of healing potions and pokeballs, it now contained several round explosives that could easily be mistaken for them, as well as a length of fuse. One grunt on each side now grabbed and restrained Lyra’s legs as a third approached her with a menacing grin. The female grunt unbuttoned the shoulder straps of Lyra’s nylon overall shorts and pulled them down to her knees, followed by her full-cut white panties. Lyra’s mind was in a panic at this point, but she was frozen by fear. She knew that she was completely powerless to stop anything Team Rocket wanted to do to her now. At this realization, tears began flowing from Lyra’s eyes and she started crying softly.

“Don’t worry my dear Champion, this will be over soon enough!” chuckled the grunt who had partially undressed Lyra. As she said this, the grunt reached into Lyra’s repurposed bag and retrieved one of the explosive pokeballs. Lyra’s eyes widened as the grunt brought the bomb between her legs and began inserting it into her anus. She thrashed wildly, but only for a moment as the two grunts holding her legs tightened their grip, effectively preventing any further movement by the captive trainer. The female grunt merely laughed and restarted the process of pushing the round object into Lyra’s bottom. The young trainer cried mightily as the large ball finally passPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hark, ye who want smut. Come hither and peruse my tales of the perverse... Or something. Just come over and read whatever trash I've decided to post.

Content will be varied in setting, fetishes, and quality, but I hope that you'll find something in the stories that tickles your fancy. As always, requests and criticisms are requested and welcomed!

Stories found in the replies. I want to avoid cluttering up the board

Chat with me on discord too! @Singletapir#1526

Jane laughed as Monica nibbled cheese and beef jerky while squeaking like a mouse. If she knew that morning would be the last she’d get to laugh with her sister, her giggle buddy, she’d have walked slower, damned if it meant being late to school. Maybe she could’ve changed everything?

Monica scarfed down her snack and dashed ahead. She stopped in front of a gate and whirled around.

“Come on, I know a shortcut!”

The mountains of trash known to residents of Minette as the Junkyard loomed ahead. Twisted heaps of metal cast shadows in the early morning light that reached out as if to grab an unwary teen, dragging them into the depths of some rat monster’s lair. Jane always shivered when she walked by it alone, even if it’s during a sweltering summer afternoon. That was before someone found Rosa Lee’s corpse. They said her brains covered the inside of the big rig tire she killed herself in, and maggots covered her body. Chase told her there was a rat sleeping in her empty skull. What if her ghost was still in there?

Monica removed the latch and pulled the gate open. Jane grabbed her hand as she stepped in.

“Moni! No! We are not going in there.”

She jerked her arm free and stomped her feet. “Why not? It’s faster!”

“It’s full of dangerous junk. We could step on something sharp or get bitten by a rat.”
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Three boys looked at Natalie as she dropped her pencil and got up from the desk. It was like that all day, for every girl in Carvell Academy. Miss Myers’s eighth-grade boys couldn’t help looking whenever a girl walked across the room. The girls were wearing their special uniforms, sports bra, and skirts that stopped centimeters below the crotch. They only had to wear them once a year, what they called Special Uniform Day. Underwear was prohibited.
Natalie smirked as their gaze followed her down the aisle. Bolek, a blonde boy sitting near the front, turned away and worked on his drawing as she came closer. She dropped her test on the teacher’s desk.
“Done already?” Miss Myers put the sheet in a scanner and tapped her hand terminal. She shook her head. It didn’t matter, the test wouldn’t have changed her fate by that point. Myers marked ten percent on her paper and handed it back to her.
Bolek jerked his head down as Natalie turned to head back to her seat. She swerved to his side of the aisle and giggled as her thigh brushed against his elbow. She strutted back to her seat. A blonde girl with pigtails was snickering next to Natalie’s seat.
Natalie sat down and leaned towards her ear. “It wasn’t that funny.”
“No,” Celia gripped her arm and pointed at Bolek, “he was recording your ass.”
Natalie looked back. Bolek was staring down at his terminal with his mouth agape. She shrugged. “At least he’s cute.” They both laughed.
“I think he has a crush on you.”
“You think so, huh?”
“Have you ever noticed how he gets quiet when you come in?”
Natalie shook her head. “No. He’s always been quiet.”
“He’s quite chatty when you’re not around. He also didn’t look away when other girls walked past him. He’s shy around you, that means he likes you.”
Natalie looked at him again. He rested his face on his hand, with one eye peeking at her between two fingers. Natalie snickered and he covered his eye.
“You think he’s cute?”
“I do.”
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Lily was a young woman, a brunette, with small to moderate breasts and rather skinny. She was a pretty east Asian. I'm not going to give an age. You're the reader. You pick whatever age you want.

Lily showed up along the road one day, hitchhiking near the homeless camps of California. She grew up by the tracks, the daughter of an abusive alcoholic and a bullied girlfriend, until one day when her dad pushed her mom onto the tracks in front of the "Southwest Chief" and she got plowed under by a couple of noisy locomotives. So Lily ran away from her tent in that garbage patch, grabbing a ride from a family here and a trucker there.

Well, one drunken trucker pulled over to try to sleep off his drunkenness and woke up to find her by the side of the road. Hmm, he thought, an easy catch. I'll send her off to old Bill's ranch in the deep wilderness of Utah. That'll be fun...

So he welcomed Lily on board. He gave her some bottled water, which she accepted, in spite of the somewhat funny taste. It was laced with roofies. She fell asleep.

The trucker pointed his rig east, now on a twofold mission : delivery of oranges to Salt Lake City and delivery of Lily to a ranch in colorful-rock land. Down the interstate and some other highways he roared. When he rested, he made sure to keep Lily from waking up. He also undressed her and fondled her breasts and stroked her clit as he got hard. He could take it no more and he laid Lily down in the back of his cab and plunged his poker deep into Lily, and quite vigorously too. He came in a few minutes, his white cum oozing into her sore, red cunt. Satisfied, he wiped himself off. He didn't wipe Lily off. Bill didn't mind if his sex toys were a little cum-stained.

One of the trucker's sperms fertilized one of Lily's eggs, which made her pregnant, I guess. Bill generally didn't keep his toys alive long enough to make use of any pregnancies they had, but occasionally there were exceptions.

So.. a couple days after picking Lily up, the trucker threw her unconscious, naked body into the dirt at Bill's and drove off. Morning came. Bill saw he had company, and his dick rose at the thought of playing with his new property. First things first, though. He dragged Lily behind his packed earth wall, in the shadow of a red layered cliff and a few hoodoos, and waited.

The air grew hotter, it was summertime. It could Post too long. Click here to view the full text.