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A ROPE AND A CAMERA
Hanging / F/F

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When I stood at the door to Emily’s workshop, my heart threatened to jump out of my chest. I couldn’t think of a person that would enter such a place willingly, and yet… here I was. About to enter a world people don’t tend to walk out of.

I straightened out my skirt, adjusted my hair for the second time. I knew I was delaying, but the thought of things that might await me there was enough to freeze me on the spot.

Finally, I knocked on the door, and after a couple moments, the bolt slid to the side, and the door parted. A short girl in jeans greeted me, in her hand an iron bucket.

“Good morning,” I said, doing my best to stay professional despite the fear. “Miss Emily? I am the help you ordered.”

“Okay, great. Just in time. Come on in,” Emily said, and nudged the door further. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

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[Preggo, guro, ghost, mystery, horror,belly bursting]
I've read a really nice horror short story from a guy, but it was in my language, he just isn't confident enough to write them in English, so I helped him. :)


Original writing in Thai by https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/5286100
Translated into English by me as a collaboration work. :)

If you like this and want to support this writer please contact him there, he can communicate in English, he is still learning to write but is not hard to talk to.

Heavy breathing sound followed by wet clacking of footsteps echoed through a dimmed alleyway, the sky was a pouring thunderstorm. The girl with shoulder-length brown hairs was running away from something, all-out, an adrenaline-rush speed, her hands were carrying her near-birth offspring. It was today that she is due to give birth to this child, if she can run away from this “that thing”, it would be a reality.

Sadly, “Ouchh”
“Not now, my babe, not now.”
She started to feel pain in her womb and slowed down her steps, it was almost walking speed in fat, but for her, it was a sprint. She clutched her belly tighter and with all energy left, she ran again.

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Another story for one of the members of the board, this time Lyza: >>21013

Birthday Girl
“Well there’s the birthday girl, looking pretty in her new dress!” announced my dad as I walked into the kitchen, all smiles.

I twirled around to show off the present I’d found by my door that morning. It was a pretty yellow sundress, long and flowy just like I like them. “It fits perfectly, thank you!”

“Have a seat, honey, breakfast is almost ready,” said my mom. I sat down at the breakfast table between my dad and brother.

“Once you’re done with breakfast, we’ve got a really big birthday surprise for you,” dad said, winking at me. I didn’t dare hope—I’d been dropping hints that I wanted a car for months, but I didn’t really expect them to get me one.

“I can’t wait!” I said. I had really good feelings about this birthday.

Breakfast was amazing, French toast and bacon, but I didn’t take the time to savor it. I was eager to find out what my big present for my special day was, so I wolfed it down.

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Stories about Disney princesses and Shonen female characters getting snuffed

Just thought I'd share this one of mine (in two parts) as it's seasonal. Anyone got any others that take place this time of year?

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This was written with one of the forum's illustrious members as the central character: >>20877

Off Shore

Ironically, I was fantasizing about the security force when they came knocking on my door.

I’d arrived at the tiny nation-state earlier that day and there had been several of them working at customs, and they was always one or two hanging out in any public spaces. To maintain my cover, I’d spent the day checking out the touristy spots, browsing the market, a little sunbathing in my tiny bikini on the beach, and all through it I just couldn’t stop thinking about them.

So I’d just gotten to my room and settled in for the night, clothes off, vibrator on, and was having a nice, pleasant fantasy about all of those men dragging me into some tiny back room, kicking and screaming, ripping off my my clothes and their uniforms and systematically raping me in every hole to teach me a lesson about what happens to nosy reporters when they try sneaking into an authoritarian country, when my reverie was interrupted by the metallic thud of someone pounding on the door to my quarters.

Groaning in an entirely non-sexy way, I turned off the vibe and quickly threw on my glasses, skirt, and a tank top so I could answer the door, only to find two members of my previous fantasy staring down at me when I opened the door.

“Yes?” I asked.

“Miss Johnston, the Director would like to see you. We’ve been instructed to take you to him.”
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Author’s Note: This is a story set in the Star Wars legends (expanded universe). It’s a story I’ve wanted to write for a VERY long time, yet never got around to. Now that I’ve gotten around to the first chapter of the first episode, I realize that it probably should have stayed in my head until the day I died. This seemed like a MUCH better idea before it was transcribed. I actually have no idea who this story even appeals to, as it’s got a lot of stuff in it that doesn’t even appeal to me and I’m writing the thing!

If I ever get around to writing all 10 chapters of Episode 1 (and that is a very big if) then this story will have way too many different fetishes to conveniently list all at once. As for this first chapter, it includes (spoilers ahead skip to next paragraph if you want to be surprised): decap, necro, non-con, and some minor cutting and burning.

Also, as an aside, I’d like to point out that I am fully are of the fact that the premise of my main characters is extremely similar to the recently released game Jedi: Fallen Order. This is completely coincidental. The general idea for this story came about a very long time ago (you might be able to guess when I first got this idea based on the planet I chose to start the story on) and I didn’t even know of Jedi: Fallen Order’s existence until 3 weeks ago, after I had already finished the outline of Episode 1 and started drafting chapter 1. Believe me, the obvious similarities almost made me rage quit and throw the idea away forever, but then I thought “Fuck it, Star Wars already rips off Star Wars. Who cares if it looks like I do it?”

Anyway, Chapter 1: The Sword in the Scrap

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“I sense,” the young woman paused, her goggle covered eyes squeezed shut as her outstretched arm strained against empty air. “this way!” She swung her arm about in a quarter circle and pointed to a heap of recently dumped starfighter skeletons, the light gray mass standing out like a bullseye against a backdrop of brown, yellow, and yellow-brown. “Yes, something of great value is buried beneath those wrecks.”

“So, scavenge the wrecks that haven’t been scavenged yet, yeah? Such insight The Force offers you!” The hulking reptilian humanoid replied, extending the fingers of his right hand while vibrating the same wrist dramatically.

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I'm into consental hanging stories does anyone have an recommendations.

The Claw
(Extreme genital mutilation, g, molestation, rape, snuff)


I used to go by the name Scolex. Doctor Scolex. But that is as past long gone. Today, and every day, my identity is tied to my hand. The hand in which I wear an iron fisted, serrated fingered, claw. I am now – Doctor Claw.

For years I have been fighting my arch nemesis the Inspector named Gadget. Yet, just like in all things scientific, once you know all the variables, can control the environment, and know the results you want – you can control the situation. Yesterday, I killed my arch nemesis. Yes, ladies and gentlemen in my head, I am a victorious Dr. Claw. Muhahahahaha. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ahem, excuse me. That is not what is in store today, no. Today I have also captured his little niece – Penny. I have her tied up in my dungeon, full of the devilish toys I use to torture and kill my victims. Like the late Inspector Gadget.

The dungeon, although I call it that, is not actually a murky dark, dank, desolate place full of cobble stone and horrible lighting like one might envision in a 90s children's TV show. No. It is a laboratory, bright, sterile, and full of contraptions that make the walls turn red.

Penny's cell was particularly large, but that didn't matter for I have her tied up in a chair at the center of the well lit room. The white padded tile lining it. Mind you, all the tile can absorb liquids and is easily replaceable to keep things sanitary after messy experiments.

As I entered the room, the little girl's muffled screams hit my ears as a beautiful symphony of defiant noises. The little ten-year-old had quite a spark of rebellious fire within her. She didn't know her uncle was dead yet. How absolutely delightful this was going to be!
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Anyone know or link interactive scat stories, preferably on girls using the toilet?