/lit/ - Literature

>>19069
Globally on the gurochan, you are the first person writing cannibalism themed story after that event ;)

I did not notice that holidays are some different from regular days.

>>19074
btw I actually follow holidays only for new hentai art/stories ^^

The Hogwarts stuff seemed moderately popular. I gave up on the timeline I was building, but I did get this done. I just wanted to write SOMETHING. Hopefully I never posted a draft of it before?



The clone of Miley Cyrus looked around the Gryffindor common room, smiling at the laughter and screams and sounds of power tools. They had just won the Quidditch game against Ravenclaw (leaving only half of their team dead, as opposed to three quarters of the other team, which was really used to determine the winner more than the score was) and Gryffindor House was celebrating. Most of the small amount of clothing on display was their trademark gold and scarlet of their House, but there was a bit of Ravenclaw blue and silver.


As was school tradition, Gryffindor had taken the cheerleaders of their rivals at the end of the game. The girls were being fucked mercilessly, a revolving line of girls took advantage of them with a dizzying array of toys. They would be beaten and broken, and they would all be cute little corpses by the morning, but none of it was meanspirited. There were plenty of friendships between the houses, it was just the nature of the game. The victors had the right to their spoils, and when you signed up to be a cheerleader, you agreed to be those spoils. No team had ever gone undefeated all semester, at least the first round cheerleading squad knew that their deaths were just a fact. Most of the squad was being taken by at least 3 girls at once, half of them were being whipped or beaten, and there were no hard feelings.


Darla, the Gryffindor team captain, a tall girl with an 8-pack, thighs that HAD been used to snap the neck of more than one girl eating her out, and enormous breasts came up, holding a brand, with a Gryffindor lion glowing red hot at the end. Four of her teammates restrained one of the cheerleaders, each holding a limb. The girl had a ball gag in her mouth, she was struggling and mumbling her protests. She and Darla were friends, there was no malice, and this was all fair game, but this was happening. She wasn’t mad at Darla, but she really wished that they could have just impaled her or something, almost every girl who didn’t fear branding was in Slytherin.


Darla pressed the brand into the cheerleaders toned belly, there was a sizzling sound, accompanied by the muffled screams of the cheerleader and the laughter of the athletes. They hauled the girl to her feet, pointing aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>20500
Nice! Great to see this story continued :-D

>>20500

Nice, it's good to see you back.

Readng that makes me want to proof read the bundle of HP guro stories I've scribbled over the last while and put them up, a few are m/f but a lot are no-sex with one aggressive f/f story that's incomplete.

That was kinda cute actually! Glad she got her wish! Loved how you handled the transformation and the end was interesting - never really thought about what a gorgon wants with stone people. Reminded me a little of "Reign of Fire" where we learn that dragons burn everything because they eat ash.

Set in the far far away dystopian future, in a ruined city in The Empire's territory. There was a mining complex that turned into a rebel encampment about to get taken back by the Empire's rules. The mission was to eradicate all the rebels, no one will be spared, the blitz was fierce, fast, not so efficient, but the results made the higher up pleased. The footage was from the squad commander in RDV number 660 of the Empire's army. (See the picture of RDV in here. )


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“How are they doing in there?” The driver asked.

“Wanking like there’s no tomorrow!” The commander laughed as she answered, watching the antics of the girls as she massaged her own clit through her skintight combat armour. She knew the symbolic armour would do nothing to stop incoming fire, but it did package her luscious body beautifully which meant that if she got noticed by some higher level commander reviewing combat footage there was a chance, however slim, that she might get called back to rear echelon to be their whore. It was a slim chance, she knew, but still better than the one she had out here. Even so, it was A LOT better chance than any of the girls currently reclining in their deployment positions and shivering with anticipation.
She sighed as she monitored the girls’ vitals on her screen. She’d just injected them with combat drugs a few minutes ago and wanted to make sure there were no cardiac failures. It was all too common with inexperienced models like these, not that most of them would have time to get experienced, like her. She knew just what it was like, of course; She could easily remember the terrible yearning for a home that she’d been taken from when she was just sixteen. Too young to really appreciate how much she was losing until it was too late.

By the time she’d really begun to appreciate just how special home had been it was already fading, drowned in a steady regimen of combat drugs, neurological realignment, and imperial propoganda. By the time they’d put a blaster carbine into her hands she couldn’t wait to die for the Empress. She’d been hit so many times in training, every instance of her simulated death accompanied by an orgasm so powerful that it was all she really wanted between operations. Even the sad, desperate make-out sessions that she shared with the other girls in their bunks after lights out were nothing compared to those moments on the battlefield, evenPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>20484

Um, not sure why someone decided to copy and paste this story into my thread, and using my name no less. I did NOT write that "Empire" story (although it is really good).

Whoever is doing this please stop!

>>20489
They did similar in my thread - I'm sure they find themselves hilarious *rolls eyes*

This is great.

I love this universe already :D

Very enjoyable.

Does this setting have the whole "way more women than men" shtick?

Babs was beat. She'd been out all night busting the dastardly plans of the city's criminal underbelly. She needed to get out of her tight form-fitting bodysuit and into a hot shower.

She ripped off her cowl and cape with one motion and tossed it in the hamper - her belt following suit.

She then peeled off her gloves off of her sweaty hands and wrists and got a small whiff of the odor from her hard work fighting crime.

Then, using her now naked hands, reached around behind and unzipped the back of her bodysuit. She then used both hands, crossed at the wrists, and grabbed the top of her bodysuit, and started peeling it off her glistening body - the ripe fruit underneath the banana's skin.

She slid her arms out and continued peeling - past her bountiful breasts, her slim waist, and her soft belly and her tight ass.

"Why did I decide to go commando tonight…?" she asked herself as she gently massaged her sore tits. Now half-naked she sighed and took a seat on her bed.

She reached down and peeled off her boots - and was greeted with the even greater stench of damp foot odor. She wiggled her barefoot toes on the floor, then continued taking off the rest of her bodysuit.

She peeled the suit down her milky thighs, past her sculpted knees, and down around her ankles and feet. She nimbly pulled her shapely legs out of the crumpled up suit and planted her feet on the floor next to it.
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>>20485
Great story!

>>20488

Thanks! Though not sure why someone decided to copy and paste it as a reply here (and using anguro's name no less) when it's literally right here on Lit already: https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/20458.html

>>16970
Yeah, I had trouble understanding some of the deaths too. Overall I thought it was a lot of fun though.

It came from here: https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Exodus/6442/Babehunt-VIII

>>17127
Thanks!. Though that source has the end parts missing for some reason.

loved the story, thankyou for reposting it ^^

The orgy was going well, wherever Liara looked there was a cock filling a hole or a cunt being rubbed. Liara herself was no exception to this, she was currently nude and rubbing her clit watching the chaos around her. It Hadn’t taken long for the party at Shepard’s new citadel apartment to devolve into a massive fuck-fest. The intertwining of bodies and the cachophany of sex was a feast for the eyes and ears. Liara felt particular joy at watching Miranda be double teamed by both Grunt and Wrex simultaneously, the poor girl looked like she was about to burst; her belly was so full of krogan Spunk. Still though, she felt that this party wasn’t at its full potential, and that was something she would have to rectify.

Looking around the room for an object that could be of use to her, her eyes fixed on an M-6 Carnifex heavy pistol which had been carelessly tossed aside at the start of the orgy. She then knew exactly how to spice up the night. Grabbing the gun, Liara hopped up onto a free table, and almost slipped on the slimy coating of cum that covered it. Regaining her balance, she dropped to her knees and turned the pistol’s safety off. Some of the more observant party goers already started to take notice of her actions, and slowed their fervent pace so as to better watch the asari scientist.

Happy that she was getting the attention she desired, Liara decided to continue on with her display. Still on her knees, she inserted the tip of the barrel into her mouth, finger resting on the trigger. She sucked on it, pushing the weapon deeper and deeper into her mouth, twisting it slightly as she deepthroated it all the way down to the trigger guard of the pistol. Miranda thudded to the ground as Wrex and Grunt extricated their cocks from her holes so as to better watch the show. All but the most cock-addled party goers had stopped what they were doing to watch her performance. Closing her eyes, Liara drew the gun out from back out from the deep depths of her throat, strands of saliva dripping from the barrel. This caused her watchful crowd to let out a small,barely audible sigh of disappointment. This was all that was needed to inform Liara that she would not commit a party faux pas by the end of her show.

Suddenly, Liara RAMMED the gun back into her mouth, chipping a tooth as she did so. The pain from this was unbothersome, all she needed was the cheer from the audience, who were excited to see what she had planned next. Back and forth liPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>19930
Just read it. Sweet!!! Tricky bastard, you cut the best scene!!! Seriously now, will there be any other update tonight???

>>19933
Hehe have to give you something to look forward to in the next episode!

I'm working on an update for the statue story but it might not be very long - will have to see how it goes :-)

I have a story saved that I am pretty sure is written by you. Its about two twins getting roasted in a commercial for a new double spit roaster. How would I get this to you?

>>19940
That's part of "Girl-Meat Expo" which is in my collection but thank you :-)

Pastebin is weird - Just posted the Rosie story and it got 30 hits in the first minute whereas the Polkan story, posted 10 days ago, only passed 100 hits this afternoon. My most popular story has over 1300 hits which is twice as many as my second most popular! I really don't get why some get noticed so much more than others! Anyone have and insight? :)

Nice. It'd be great if one of them got a pussy shot

Nice! I like the lactation, there's not a lot of that in the literature section.

We need more incest/snuff stories!

A bit short and... lacking in detail. A good potential outline, but needs fleshing out to be an actual story.

>>8563
Why not continue this has potential.

This is way more what I imagined as a kid when I heard about characters in spy movies being "liquidated"! To he honest, I still think along these lines when I hear on the news about Parliament being dissolved! lol

>>18365

Haha! Yes one can say poor Serena was liquidated for being late to work. Quite a harsh punishment if you ask me!

>>18369
I guess it's the kind of mistake you only make once! ;-P

Serena pre "incident"

Story contains F/M, consensual snuff, explosives, F/D incest

You wouldn’t lie to your daughter, would you?

She’s laying on her back, trying to catch her breath. Her chest rises and falls heavily, glistening with your seed, or as she calls it, her ‘baby brother batter.’ She slides a finger across her perky breast, her eyes rolling back as she tastes your cum for the millionth time. Her legs still twitch from her sixth orgasm; you always found her little post-coital spasms cute, to her annoyance.

You know it was her sixth because six of the little green lights on her Seven-To-Heaven collar have switched to a dangerous, throbbing red. A gift for her nineteenth birthday, she was thrilled to show the perverted gift off to her friends… though she’d never tell them her own father gave it to her.

“Fuck, Dad! That would have drowned me!” She looks down her athletic body at the pools of pearly white, marvelling at the volume. She hasn’t noticed the spot on her blushing cheek, rolling down to her neck and the explosive collar clasped tightly around it.

“I lost count, Dad… Daddy,” she remembers herself, her teasing-princess voice like music to your ears. “When you were licking me with that tongue, oh, my god, that tongue…I don’t know if the collar counted it once or twice or what…” You look down at her as her fingers dance dangerously close to her clit. Surely she kept count; it made all the difference. Six orgasms, no matter how strong, were perfectly safe, A seventh orgasm, no matter how light… like the kind your masochistic daughter might have the second she touched herself if she knew it would be her last… that would trigger the explosives in the collar and destroy the wearer. “Daddy?” she asks, her innocent eyes looking up at you. “I’m only on five, right? I can have one more? Please?”

Your cock twitches as her fingers start to tease her lower lips, her pussy slick. You wouldn’t lie to your daughter, would you?

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Holy shit. This is AWESOME. (And finally some cons that aren't just cannibalism. Not that it's not great, but - variety!)

I liked the first one best. Hot damn.

Finally, some explosive theme. I like it!

I love all of these, fantastic work! Cons and explosions, could there be a better pairing?

I already saw your stories on thedarkspot and I loved them. Hope to read more like this!

>>20275
I am well thank you, just very busy lately so although I've been reading most stories here I haven't commented, nor have I written much of my own. Hoping to get a story or two up soon though.

I'll be delighted to read Digger's scenario as well. Splitting the timeline sounds like fun!

Of course I understand that you need rest as well, so take all the time you need. When you have a request for me just let me know on here - i usually read most comments.

EPILOGUE

Quantum theory tells us that there are an infinite number of realities in which every possibility is played out. Every decision is both made and not made. Every action taken and not taken. Every single moment of every single day both happens and does not happen.

Of course, not every decision has the power to change the world. Picking tea over coffee one morning or eating a chocolate bar rather than a sticky bun is unlikely, although not impossible, to change the course of your life. Therefore, each and every reality will have a near-infinite number of others that are, to the casual observer, indistinguishable from it. Even in these near-identical realities, however, a single moment can radically alter the life of an individual and set them on as very different path.

So it was, therefore, that the afternoon after the piglets had been slaughtered, while their remains were being boiled down along with the left-overs of the previous night’s roast chicken which had once been a cute three year old named Anna, to make a strew for that night’s dinner, a near-infinite number of Melissas was helping a near-infinite number of Sams clean up a near-infinite number of barns.

In every such reality, Melissa’s eye fell upon the axe that had been used to behead Anna and Sophie and to remove the hands and feet of Becca who had been decapitated with a knife while in the throws of orgasm. She looked at the razor-sharp edge of the heavy metal head and a wave of curiosity came over her, wondering how it would feel striking her own delicate neck and chopping off her pretty head. It was then that her phone, in the pocket of the hoodie that she had hung on the edge of the work-bench, began to ring and, in accordance with quantum theory, she both heard it and did not hear it. Each of these eventualities had myriad consequences in myriad universes but we shall only follow two.

Universe D – The phone continued to ring, unnoticed in her pocket until the call was diverted to voice-mail. Whoever was calling could choose to leave a message or simply hang up and try again later. Sam followed his daughter’s eyeline and saw that she was looking in fascination at the axe.

“Want to try it?” He asked. For a moment, Melissa was horrified, although strangely fascinated, thinking that her dad was suggesting letting him cut off her head but she realised her mistake when he followed it up with, “I was about your age, I guess, when yoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>20268

Very nice story. I too like the open ending. It spurs you to think yourself about, what could happen to Melissa in the future.
That doesn't mean i wouldn't want to read a sequel.

I am sure, each time at dinner she will think about "Isn't there too much food on my plate? Do they want to fatten me?" ;)

I could very well imagine Keith having his way with her some day. and for sure she will not live to see her 16th birthday.

As Rita said, she had an issue, with her husband fucking Melissa, “unless she was getting the chop too!", perhaps, she has to go, for the sake of marital peace.
Interesting would also, to have the meat truck also take live meat. Melissa would go on a journey with uncertain goal, but definitely without return.

>>20282
You're setting up the sequels excellently here, what a tease! I'm excited to read them when time comes.

Personally I'm not really into incest all that much, though I liked it so far in this story so I'm not totally against it either. Rita getting jealous would be a nice touch though, but can also work without Melissa having sex with the men. I can imagine Keith and Sam looking at Melissa in a different light after their experience with their other daughters, and their wives might not like that! I'll leave it up to the great Mr. Hyde to decide.

I'm definitely into the idea of Melissa having an "adventure", being taken away by the meat truck alive, frightened and perhaps regretful of what she has signed up for but excited by it as well. Do not be afraid to go into sexual themes, I'm sure a lot of readers here enjoy that in addition to myself.

Since multiple people have mentioned that one pseudo-jealous comment from Rita, it has stuck in my mind now as well.
This is my idea for a story that pulls at that thread. Whenever Melissa masturbates, her thoughts keep coming back to that day, watching the two younger girls in the throes of passion with the two men and experiencing the "little death" with the big one. Soon it becomes a nagging obsession at all times, and she ends up seducing her father into a night of forbidden passion. Somehow, Rita finds out, doesn't think she can reconcile living with the truth, and brings up her ultimatum. Feeling some remorse for her shameful lust & a sense of familial duty, Melissa agrees to let herself be butchered (perhaps along with further wanton indulgence with one or both men, maybe one/both of the wives gets pulled in?). This way the semi-consensual/reluctant angle gets some exploration and helps give a unique flavor (both in tone/themes, and the meat).
No matter whether you take any inspiration from me or continue the story at all, I wanted to express my appriciation of your work. Thank you for an enjoyable read.

>>20278
What could the categories be though?
The obvious ones seem to be consensual and non-consensual, which I did propose myself, worried that one might end up more popular by itself then the other, but it seems my worries were misplaced seeing how both consensual and non-consensual stories made their way into the top three. Then, just two categories wouldn't really make everyone the winner in their own category. And another problem is some stories might have dubious consent difficult to categorize.

What other categories can there be? Best m/f story, best f/f story, best m/m story, best story about a pair of twins who happen to have their names start with L and R… this way the categories might end up including too few stories each. Besides, okay, let's imagine the best consensual little girl cooking story category… somehow there happen to be many works in that specific one… but that would still have the votes spread among the certain authors' many works, each getting less as if punishing him for the productivity.

Then the categories can be like best character, best world building, best relationship, best narrative, and such, where each work can compete in every category. But then it would require too deep an analysis from the voters. Besides the problem where different works of the same author would compere with each other still stays, because if the author is good in some aspect, they're likely to be good in it in their various stories. So, like one author might actually be better in a certain aspect, but votes for them would be smeared among their works, and another author with a slightly inferior but only single story would win instead.

Actually, no matter how you juggle the categories, it doesn't really help the issue that as long as stories and not authors are competing, there'll be a problem of deciding which sets of stories can or can not be considered a single entry.

>>20280
I honestly think authors is the way to go as people are going to judge on the over-all body of work even if a single specific story is selected, quite honestly. For example, it is not secret that I nominated a specific Ellen story. Now, there are some of hers I like more than others and the one that others nominated happens to be one of my less-favoured but, had only one nomination per author been allowed, I would have voted for it because I like her work in general :-)

Congrats to Stillwater, for the second place finish when I recommended the stories Still wrote I was unaware that so many others were fans too. Hopefully Stillwater is working on Chapt 3.

>>20283
Thank you. I honestly wasn't aware so many people liked them either. It made me really happy.

I do have an idea for chapter 3. It should come eventually.

And, honestly, the best prize out of this is just having your work talked about/recommended to others, and that happens even if you don't get first place. It's just a great event all around.

Congratulations to all the winners - a veritable feast of cruelty and depravity! :) A worthy first place, too!

My own special grats to Stillwater, because A Rope and a Camera played so directly to my own tastes in terms of both content/plot and writing style.

Now, about those sequels… :)