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 No.20288[Reply]


The sound of approaching heels growing louder triggered Brian to look up towards the entrance to the room. In stepped an adorable, petite, young, freckled redhead.

"Hey Ash!" greeted Brian cheerfully. "Thanks for coming down!"

"There you are Brian!" replied Ashley with much relief. "Wow, this place is so massive I thought for sure I'd get lost!"

"You know I wouldn't let that happen to you Ash!" reassured Brian.

"Oh you're always such a good friend Brian!" Ashley replied sweetly, giving him a short, gentle touch on his shoulder.

"Oh.. yeah.." awkwardly replied Brian, a bit fazed by Ashley's response. He smiles and look at her nervously - smitten with her beauty.

Medium-length red hair with slight curls, the back worn in a loose ponytail. Bluish-green eyes. Creamy pale skin. Perky, B-cup size breasts. She wears a short-sleeve, black T-shirt with a small amount of white polka dots, and a plaid mini-skirt with a red background. She wears black, shiny high-heeled boots that are ankle-high.

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 No.20291

Another fun misadventure! I was expecting the accident would have happened because she was showing her teeth in the photo which would confuse the machine somehow?

 No.20299

>>20291

Hah, that's not a bad idea!



 No.17362[Reply]

Since I have several short stories to share, I prefer to create a single thread. There will be a lot of stabbing, some shooting and strangling. Non-cons, female victims (not pre-teens), usually realistic. Rape sometimes, depends on the story. No cannibalism, crushing or extreme torture, they are not for me.

I hope you like my story, please skip over grammatical errors, I'm not english. However, advice on language and writing is welcome.

I prefer skip tag on the single stories to keep a little surprise (if you prefer otherwise, let me know)

Stories coming up!
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 No.18123

Mosquitoes

If there was one thing that Rose could not stand of the sentry shifts were the mosquitoes. In that jungle there were millions of them and, despite the pesticides with which the base was treated every day, someone could always evade the controls and buzz in the girl's ear.

The company she worked for was Trully Pharmaceutics, committed in developing new drugs and cutting-edge medicines according to its investors, and in mind control and the creation of an advanced human race for its detractors.

Rose didn't believe such nonsense. She was 24 years old, red hair tied with two braids that went down behind her back. Blue-gray eyes and a face full of freckles, a camouflage uniform and a helmet on her head, the young Londoner was an unexpected sight in that hostile place.

She had arrived in Panama a couple of weeks before, the work was well paid and the effort was not too much, to control the local workers when they came in and out and to keep the most curious animals away. There were eleven guards in the walled complex, of which four women. She could not tell the number of workers between local and foreign but probably settled on a hundred.

Everything would have been perfect had it not been for that damn mosquito!

At least she was well harnessed, the only uncovered area was her face and it wasn't the first time she had tried to hit the mosquito just to slap herself on the cheek. It was an unequal fight but she swore that before the end of her shift, that damn bloodsucker would die.

Clutching her M16, Rose watched the jungle, unsuspecting that someone was climbing with grapples the perimeter wall at the back of the base. The guard on the backdoor had already died with a rifle shot to the temple.
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 No.18129

Yah, I liked the mosquito ending best too Ofix. Brings it round in a nice circle.

 No.18146

Another gem, OfixN. Your English is virtually flawless in this one, too.

 No.18339

A little experiment, maybe a little slower than usual but I hope you like it anyway. Enjoy it!

Rest Stop

"I'll die here, I already know." Claire watched for the umpteenth time outside the window of the rest stop where she worked. A road lost through New Mexico, with little traffic. And she was stuck there, at 19 years of live, with no place to go beyond that. In the kitchen, she could see from the window Arnold sleeping in his chair. 60 years old, bald, about three times heavier than her. He had worked there for thirty years, he was the cook of that place. Claire looked at him with terror, not because he was a bad person, in fact he was a man as good as bread, but because she could see herself sitting there in forty years, fat and spoiled. She tried not to think about it but on such days it was difficult. Auburn hair tied in a ponytail, big dreamy brown eyes and some freckles, Claire dreamed of seeing the world, of wearing elegant clothes, of having great adventures, like everyone at that age. All she had instead was a 10-hour shift and a uniform consisting of black trousers, a green baseball hat and a red uniform with the restaurant’s logo printed on it, a stylized white hamburger with two smiling eyes. The only view she could enjoy, if she was lucky, was an occasional truck with an original advertisement on its side

Of the eight tables, only two had customers. It was probably rush hour. The usual two old ladies sat in the table closest to the bathrooms. They had been there since the morning and ordered green tea for each person. They came there just for the air conditioning and stayed all day, watching the few customers coming and going. When they came out they didn't even leave a tip. Claire had long been resisting the temptation to dress their tea with something more than a bag of sugar but she was too good a girl to do such a thing.

At the other table there was a father with his ten-year-old daughter, they had almost finished eating. Both seemed happy, it was a scene that would once have warmed Claire's heart. Except that this identical scene happened exactly every two weeks, the man did not have the faith on his finger and went every day at the same time with the man who tried to hide from his daughter the pain he felt in having to separate from her. At least from him with a few smiles she was able to get decent tips.

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 No.20285

Hi! I haven't been around here for a while now, I just wanted to point out that if someone is looking for me, they will find me on Fetnoir, now almost always public there. Here I could go back to write some stories with younger girls, but I lost the impulse for that. it's a nice place, come and visit us!



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 No.19984[Reply]

Actually, the previous poll is still accessible, but since it ignored the nominations and made you look up the post number of the story you wanted to vote for (and I feel like many wouldn't bother or might get it wrong) and didn't use the proposed 3 points system, I made this new one.

The nominees are:

Death Factory by Squunch >>15761
Has many chapters long enough to be considered their own stories, and I haven't read it to tell how much they are connected to each other, but since all of them are parts of one story AND all of it were written within 2019, it qualifies as a single entry.

All of Edward Hyde within the year 2019 >>19671
Most of his stories happen in the same universe, which kiiinda can be counted as long chapters in a crazy long multi-chapter story and thus qualify as a single entry along with the Death Factory above. I mean, what can I do if he was just nominated as Edward Hyde?

Xan and Xandria's Snuffing by NoPantsRelationship >>15539
This is a part of a long multi-chapter story with each chapter basically being its own story, so you might wonder why doesn't it count the whole series as a single entry as above. The logic is simple: Club Meat Grinder was not written all within the year 2019.

A Rope and Camera and First cut by Stillwater >>17800
Count as one entry because they're chapters in a multi-chapter story and were both written within 2019.
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 No.20239

Last chance for voting! :-D

 No.20249

Just under 15 hours to get your votes in!

 No.20260

Sooo? Who won? :-D

 No.20263

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>>20260
Some guy named Edward Hyde. Do you happen to know him? Here, I prepared a picture he can use to react in the results thread.

 No.20265

>>20263
Your photoshop skills are definitely better than mine! lol. Just always see Ed as John Malkovitch in "Mary Reilly" ;-)



 No.20125[Reply]

This is a story I began last year but never finished. Thanks to a helpful reader I've been able to recover the first part and now mean to finish it. Part 1 consists of everything previously published and my new installments pick up with Part 2 :-)

“My name is Mackenzie Chastain.” The white-haired Southern granny spoke directly into the camera, sat on a sofa with a small television and assorted pictures of children of various ages on the wall in the background. “I am a mother, a grandmother and, as of last week, a great-grandmother. And I am a liar.” She paused to let these words sink in for the viewing public. “For the past years I have helped to deceive America and the entire world, and to cover up a terrible wrong. As the only person left alive who knows the truth, I owe to to my children and grandchildren, as well as all those poor girls, to tell the truth.”

“History records that Sidney Roebuck, youngest daughter of billionaire business mogul Orin Roebuck, was slaughtered and butchered for her meat on 15th August 2022, following her successful campaign and legal battle.” A deep-voiced commentator announced over photographs and video stills of a happy, smiling little girl dressed in nothing but a cowboy hat and boots. “In the years since, the restaurant chain founded in her name has become one of the most successful food businesses in history, recently surpassing McDonalds in like-for-like annual turnover. Laws all around the world have been altered to allow the killing and consumption of girls and young women, with millions slaughtered for food every year. Yet is this vast empire and cultural renaissance all based on a lie? And worse still, a murder? Keep watching as we find out on ‘Sidney Roebuck – Visionary or Victim?’”

In the fourteen hours since the documentary had aired, it felt like the entire food industry had been in damage-limitation mode, and none more so than the chain at the heart of the controversy, Sidney’s, now owned and managed by Sidney Roebuck’s eldest neice, Ellie-May Boswell-Roebuck. Over the years there had of course been questions asked about how much of Sidney’s campaign had been her own idea and whether pressure had been put on her but her famously greedy and ambitious father. Like any young girl who came up with a world-changing idea and dared to challenge the status-quo there were those who sought to paint her as a victim, a mere puppet of manipulative adults. As it had been for Greta Thunberg, so itPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.20148

>>20147
I signed up here to chat to someone else - it was pretty easy :)
aryion.com/

 No.20151

>>20148
I will check it. Thanks!

 No.20152

>>20151
Awesome - you'll find me on there as PereFouettard (one word) :) Open invitation btw! lol

 No.20241

Hi, hope that pesky spammer doesn't bother any more. I know you have a lot of stories in your head, love how creative you are. I hope you get back to this one soon, I really good like to know how it ends

 No.20248

>>20241
Thank you :-D I feel like this will be one I keep dipping into over a long period of time. I know how it ends (ie - what the truth is) but how to get there is puzzling me at the moment… We shall see! lol



 No.18056[Reply]

Hello fellow fans of dark twists in their erotica. I’m a writer, been a writer for a long time, and occasionally I like to write some dark sci-fi and fantasy for personal, private fun. Lately I’ve been doing it more often, so I thought, I should start sharing my works.
I’ve seen some writers (and more commonly, 2D artists and 3D animators) develop quite the fan following, and they opened up crowd funding and donation services to their fans. I’m going to take a stab at it too. Everything I write will become available for free, but if you want to support what I do, please do! I love money. :3 And, if the crowd funding takes off, I’ll write this sort of content more often.
https://subscribestar.adult/the-friendly-demon

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This story will continue for many chapters, and will focus on a demon and the companions he makes. The story will start in a classic medieval setting, but much of the story will actually take place in Hell as it evolves into a larger, more grandiose plot.
You might find this brand of guro erotica a bit peculiar compared to most, because I like to indulge a bunch of extreme kinks, with a romance plot that drives them. If you like the list of attributes you see below, you might just like my writing.
- romance
- descriptive guro sex scenes where a victim is killed is almost always going to be someone who deserves to die. IE: I write about very bad people getting literally fucked to death.
- monsters/demons fucking each other, and humans (sometimes victim, sometimes romance partner)
- consensual sex (between romantic partners)
- non-consensual sex (on victim)
- forced orgasms (on victim)
- large penetration sex (on both romantic partner, and victim)
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 No.18112

>>18110

:)

I haven't planned core story beats, only the general 'end goal' and the sorts of companions I want to add to the sexuality of the story.

Normally I plan out key store points, but I want to take this series a little more loosely, since I'm writing it in my free time and free writing is a more enjoyable, relaxed process.

There won't be 'magic' per say, more like 'Hellish energies' and 'Divine retributions' and such. If you've played or seen the game Agony, you might have an idea of where I'm heading.

 No.18121

That was amazingly hot and sexy. Thank you!

 No.18468

There was only one sacrifice left. Bandits and raiders were usually mostly men, with one or two women. The last raid was no exception, and Mongar’loth had enjoyed devouring them, one man a night. He liked to save the women for last, and maybe a man to separate them as a palate cleanser. Tilly had first spoken to him when he was about to enjoy the first of the two females. The second night, she had joined him to deal with the last male, her first night as demon corrupted. One bandit left, a woman, and Tilly and Mongar were both quite excited to feast.

They’d both seen her, during the raid. She was what the villagers called ‘young and stupid’, a new adult who was quick to throw their life away the moment someone convinced them of an easy way to earn money. So tonight their victim was young, eighteen years of age, and the two demons could taste the fear coming from her before she even came into view.

Delectable. Presented naked and prepared, as his female sacrifices always were, the doomed woman stumbled forward as the villagers shoved her. No words for the victim, no insults or offers of mercy beyond the veil. She was a bandit, someone who had attempted to kill them — with bow and arrow no less — and now, she was simply food for their protector. The idiot girl fell to her knees, and with her hands tied behind her, she landed onto her shoulder, and cursed between whimpers into the grass.

“Come here girl, let’s get a look at you.” Tilly, naked as Mongar, walked over to the sacrifice, large hips and ass swaying with her movements, more than usual. She scooped the girl up by the shoulders like a feather, and set her standing.

This sacrifice was short, unlike the last female. Her height matched Tilly’s, and her skin was pale, many freckles on her face and arms, shoulders, wherever the sun shined, while other places were paler yet, with far less freckles. She was fairly lean, with a bit of muscle to her, small breasts, and her pink nipples stood from her pale skin as the drug coursed through her veins. Her hair reached the shoulder, red and wavy, and her blue eyes were already wet with tears.

“I… I don’t want to die…”

“Well then you should have thought about that before you tried to kill other people.”

“I didn’t try—”
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 No.18639

Oh, I love this one. Thank you!

 No.20247

I love a good romance <3



 No.18982[Reply]

This is going to be a collection of stories about a fantasy nation where people find pleasure in killing and dying, but the rest of the world doesn't.

This first chapter is the creation myth, telling the story of the goddess sisters who made the nation that way.

=Katsana and Sayobi, Goddesses of Death and Pleasure (f/f, incest, snuff, a little bit of necro)=

[Katsana is 6'1, deathly gray skin, a cup breasts, short black hair, and is wearing panties, a sheer top, and a transparent train that attaches to the panties at her waist. Sayobi is 6'3, warm tan skin, d cup breasts, long pink hair, and is wearing a skirt and a bra.]

Once, even the gods were young. There were eight gods, each one diametrically opposed to another. Chief among these rivalries was the one between the sisters Sayobi and Katsana, the goddesses of pleasure and death. While there was a goddess of life, she and Katsana existed in symbiosis; life and death need each other, and thus could never bring themselves to hate one another. But the true opposite of death is pleasure, as (how it was back then) after death there could be no more pleasure, and death was as far from pleasure as one could be.

This did not stop the two of them from spending time together. They spent more time in each others’ company than they did with the other gods, despite claiming to hate each other. They often fought, and as sisters their fights were all the more intense, but so was it when they made love. It was not uncommon for the gods to make love with their rivals as animosity quickly breeds passion, but all were envious of the passion of Sayobi and Katsana. Many nights they would fill the sky with hours on end of moans and cries and the sounds of each others’ names, made all the better by Sayobi’s inherent domain over the experience. But both sisters knew that by having sex, they weren’t subduing their rivalry, but rather strengthening it. Katsana was playing into Sayobi’s domain, so she knew there was but one thing to do: to smooth the rivalry out and bring balance to the two of them once and for all, she had to kill her sister.

Katsana made all the preparations and invited her sister to a grand field in the nation of Caedis. She waited under the stars from her sister to arrive, her heart pounding in anticipation. She held a curved knife behind her back, adjusting her grip every few moments as nervous sweat threatened her grip. SoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.20232

=A Quest's Abrupt End (m/f, f/f, snuff, asphyxiation, consensual, semi-con=

[Appearances: Kravi is a human, white, 5’9, messy hair that due to magic appears both white and black at the same time, clipping over one another, seven inch dick. Iðun is a human, 6’0, olive skin, red hair in a long braid, C cup breasts. Ravenwood is a dark elf with purple skin, 5’8, auburn hair, B cup breasts. Albright is a human, very pale, 5’5, long blonde hair, E cup breasts.]

Four adventurers trekked dutifully through the vast plains that stretched across much of the south of the continent, tall grass stretching much further than the eye could see. This land was the dregs between civilization, and for the past few days a party of likeminded fortune seekers have been making their way slowly through it. A thief, a priestess, a knight, and a warlock they were, a party that knew each others’ strengths and weaknesses like the backs of their hands and could slay any foe or solve any mystery that stood in their path.

The theif’s name was Kravi, and he made a name for himself pilfering most things he could get his hands on, including countless women. He had even scored a team that was, besides him, comprised entirely of women. The four of them were on a mission to rob a dragon’s horde, and Kravi had convinced each of them to join him using a different tactic. The knight, Iðun, was an idealistic patriot only 18 years old, and he had convinced her that she could have the largest cut of the treasure if she promised to return it to her nation’s coffers for its betterment. Of course, he was planning to slit her pretty throat the moment the job was done; he would be a fool to let a king’s ransom actually go to a king. The warlock, who went by the alias Ravenwood, had come of her own volition; her patron demanded that she slay a dragon or face violation and death at his hands, so she had no choice but to obey. And finally the priestess, Albright, came along simply because she wanted Kravi’s dick.

After a long day of nothing but traveling, the party had set up camp. Two tents, as per usual; Kravi shared one with Albright, while Ravenwood bunked with Iðun. Kravi laid back on his bedroll, watching Albright undress. The first few nights of the quest she had slept in her underclothes to put up a front of modesty, but after a week or so of nightly sex she dropped the facade and slept in the nude; Kravi kept his underpants on until Albright took them off, citiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.



 No.3380[Reply]

I've seen a lot of good Harry Potter cannibalism stories and I would like to see a lot of them posted hear because I can't find some such as feast of lestrange or Emma Watson's new scene if you have any please post them
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 No.19158

Ellen's written some fun ones recently :)

 No.19166

>>19158
Link?

Or at least tell us where to find there work for those who don't know.

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 No.20225

https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/20046.html

Harry Potter cannibalism stories by snufffantasy



 No.9333[Reply]

He licked his lips for reasons he couldn't explain. The texture, shape, and color of those two objects made his stomach stir. This couldn't be happening, could it? Brian continued staring down at the two flip-flopped feet in front of him. He became mesmerized when she flashed a glimpse of her young, immaculate sole. It cried out to him, begged him. "No, he thought to myself. What's wrong with me?" He glanced at the perfectly tanned tops and the dark painted toes. There wasn't a single flaw or blemish anywhere on these 21-year-old feet.

Her name was Jenna. She was a conceited, wealthy sorority girl who majored in marketing. She had always treated him like dirt, and used men. She was widely known as "the bitchy one" by her classmates, but she was beautiful. She was slender with tan skin, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and perfect legs. Typically she rejected all but the best-looking, wealthiest, and most self-centered males. Jenna was the kind of girl who didn't deserve to have such nice feet.

"No, not at all," Brian thought to himself while staring at those two perfect feet propped underneath the chair in front of him. The soft wrinkles of her creamy white soles exposed as she removed her foot from her flip-flop and crunched her cute little toes. He imagined what it'd feel like to be holding those two feet in his hands, freshly severed from their owner, her face crying in pain, sheer shock and disgust. He could do whatever he wanted with them, hell, even eat them. Yes, eat them. Mmmm.

Brian licked his lips and came up with a plan to get those feet off Jenna's legs and onto his dinner plate.

He continued to stare at them, his mind racing. Jenna sat at her desk, her luscious smooth soles bringing odd sexual urges that Brian had never felt before. They really were flawless soles, so creamy white and so soft looking. The pinkish tan line at the sides made them all the more beautiful. Each toe was a work of art, long, but perfectly proportioned and descending in size from big to little. Each ended in a plump, juicy head with a nice dark nail polish from a fresh pedicure. Her arches were high and heels perfectly round, almost like she never walked on them. There wasn't a callous anywhere. How she made it to this age with such unblemished feet was hard to believe. He swallowed hard as Jenna moved her feet back into her flip-flops. The show was over.

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 No.11694

You seem to be a bot

 No.17501

great crazy read

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 No.20157

so did they eat her feet?

 No.20220

her poor feet



 No.20218[Reply]

Wow, gurochan! Good to see it again!

I was hoping some of my favorite stories had been reposted here but I don't see them. There were three, I think all by the same author though I could be wrong. They were all novel length/quality

First, I think was entitled "Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars". You might be able to guess why this is hard to search for. It was about a guy slowly murdering another guy. I remember a few details but not much.

Next was about a Nazi doctor and a teenager(?) in nazi Germany

And the third and my favorite was a sci fi with a futuristic/space setting. The dominant was named Oberon and had cool robot eyes.

I remember a bunch of random details from them but nothing that i could use to find them. Hoping someone has copies and/or knows who the author is.

Thanks!


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 No.20211[Reply]

Gun Game

Image Left: Alexa O'Bannon, age 32, Season 5 champion.

Mike cracked open a cold can of beer, leaned back in his chair and hit play on the match highlights. The final season 5 match of "Gun Game", the show about prison convicts, adrenaline junkies, and the desperately destitute throwing their lives on the line for a chance at fame, fortune and freedom had just finished airing. He had thrown a couple bucks on a wager with Robbie, his buddy that the favored champion of the season, Alexa O'Bannon would be defeated by the dark horse, Charlotte Samson, and he had a hunch he would collect. As the theme music played, he took a sip from his can and relaxed in his seat.


Charlotte reached into her vest pocket and grabbed the last magazine, slamming it into her locked open Desert Eagle and slingshotting the slide shut. She stepped over the spread eagled corpse of Rashida Elwood, the ebony queen of the SVD. Now, she was simply another limp body with three .50AE sized holes in between her perky tits, blood and pink froth bubbling out between her glossy, full lips.

Peering out of the doorway, Charlotte scanned the office, and cautiously sidled out into the mess of cubicles and beige PC boxes. The battle arena was quiet now, save for the moans and gurgles of the dying. The busty 23 year old single mother from Boston glanced at her watch. There was only 4 more minutes left before the match ended, and if she didn't kill the last opponent, the explosive charge surgically embedded in her head would be detonated. She wiped her forehead with the sleeve of her combat shirt. Shit, 4 minutes with only a single opponent alive? She'd faced worse odds before.

The first bullet struck Charlotte in the lower back, severing her spinal column and instantly crippling her from the waist down. With a pained cry, she fell to the ground, dropping her gun in the process.

"W-wha-?"

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 No.20213

>>20211
Good story! Are there more already written, or in the works?

 No.20217

>>20213
I might do some more later.



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