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 No.16629[Reply]

Random short stories involving the deaths of children; all of them featuring looks, but a few might have a shots or two thrown in.

Others are free and encouraged to write stories of their own.

Slutty Daughter

Mg(11), necrophilia, shooting, piss.

John groaned as he sprayed cum into the eager mouth of his eleven-year-old daughter. Samantha gagged, but sucked down every bit she could, with only a few trickles spilling down her chin. She gripped his shaft once more while nibbling the tip, licking excess cum off like ice cream. He was sure he’d cum again, when…

“What the hell is this? You fucking pervert!!” His wife, Martha, stood in the doorway, glaring at them as they turned their dumbstruck faces in her direction.

“This isn’t what it seems…”

“She seduced me,” he interrupted, pointing at Samantha as she licked cum off her lips.
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 No.19267

Perfect! This is your greatest story to date! I liked everything about it, the story , the chars and ofc the brother-sister sub-plot and the sexual tension it created was the final ingredient that made this story great.I hope we will see more like this in the future, maybe with full-incest families! I am going to nominate this one!

 No.19273

Realy great story

 No.19274

>>19262
Awesome! and the scene where the thugs break in the room just when the brother was cumming in his sister mouth is priceless!

 No.19278

>>19262
Oh fuck yes! I loved it. Would love a sequel story where maybe Daniel enjoyed it a bit, and defaults again. Causing them to pay the sister a visit with pistols~

 No.19282

>>19262
Best story i've read in a while, this deserves to win the gurochan award!


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 No.19228[Reply]

Michael leaned on his tall axe, letting the melancholy feeling wash over him as the handle dug into the soft wood of the platform. It was drizzling a little, and that made today even worse. He hated to kill someone when the weather was shitty like this. His job was bad enough as it was; normally he gained a slight amount of comfort from having his victims pass away under the sunlight of a nice day.

But then he didn’t have any choice in the matter, so it was no use bitching about it. Instead, he contented himself with doing what he normally did when waiting for the prisoner to be brought out to him: he people watched.

There was a modest crowd formed outside and a few feet below his platform, and it was always interesting to him to take note of who came to watch executions like this. These were different, after all, than the usual fare, and they exposed the strange underbelly of their town. For these were rebellion-related executions, and that changed some things. For one, the prisoners were all made to die naked, much to Michael’s chagrin. He didn’t like them to be humiliated like that. That seemed to change the composition of the crowd; he found that far more “regulars” made appearances than random faces.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about those people. Were they sick? Just wanted a chance to see an attractive nude body? He supposed so, for there were all these young and middle aged men that seemed to come to each and every one of these. The public wasn’t told ahead of time who was to be put to death, so Michael supposed they just showed up in the hopes of seeing eye candy. But then again, these poor prisoners weren’t coming out here to model for the crowd…

And that was another thing. Ever since the rebellion fell, his job got ten times more miserable, because he had to end ten times more people. And many of them had been convicted under suspect or nebulous circumstances, leading him to the inevitable conclusion that he had surely killed at least a few people who had done absolutely nothing wrong. It was enough to weigh on any man’s soul, and Michael liked to think of himself as being more sensitive than most.

A door opened from the jail fifty feet behind the platform, and he turned to look as a thin, frail looking female form was brought out, carried by both arms by two surly looking guards. He knew those guys; they were total assholes. They tended to verbally abuse the prisoners before bringing them out to MichPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.19229

((This artwork was a commission drawn by MarcusHunter on Furaffinity))

 No.19230

Not a furry myself, but the quality of the writing is fantastic, manages to be descriptive, yet not so much as to overwhelm. We need more execution fics of this quality.

 No.19231

This is beautiful


 No.18724[Reply]

Prologue

Minsekk gasped as the eleven-year-old girl's lips wrapped around his cock and slid back and forth. His attention, however, was not focused on her. He did not look down at her long white hair or her light blue eyes which were filled with affection. He didn't notice his best friends growing affection, but even if he did, he wouldn't have carried. He was not in the present, he was lost in his mind, he was reliving the events from three days ago.
Minsekk stood amongst the crowd, one of the closest to the gallows. Men and women cheered in excitement for the upcoming execution, and the cheers broking into an approving roar as the naked woman was lead to the noose. She had tan skin and long fiery orange hair. Her figure was curvy with large mature breasts, a firm butt, and purple lines forming a symmetric pattern across her body. The woman did her best to cross her legs, and hide her orange bush, but due to the handcuffs keeping her hands behind her back, she could do nothing to cover her breasts. Her purple eyes surveyed the crowd, but she failed to notice her son who was awaiting her execution not with fear or sadness but confused excitement. It had been thirteen years since Minsekk had came into this world kicking and screaming, and he had discovered his urges a year prior. But why they felt so powerful while he was waiting for his own mother to be hung confused him. In fact, the only two things going through his mind at the time was excitement, yes it wasn't anticipation it was excitement, for his mother's hanging, and curiosity about where his older sister was. That question was answered immediately as the second teary-eyed naked woman was drug onto the gallow by the soldiers. Minsekks mother's eyes went wide as she noticed her daughter. Airdya was three years older than her brother, and despite her immense beauty she had yet to fill out. Her body was thin, her purple patterns more sporadic than her mother's. Her tits were small and perky, and her ass was tiny yet firm. Her hair was neck short, a popular trend amongst girls as of late.
"No!" the mother screamed. "This wasn't the deal you bastards! I surrender, and you leave my family alone! That was the deal!" She exclaimed.
"Mommy help me!" The teen cried, tears streaking down her cheeks. A surprising rush of joy filled Minsekks body. He felt so lucky, he'd get to watch both his mother and sister hang naked! His little priPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.18725

First post of a long term story I'm working on. It's been a hot minute since I've written pornography so my descriptions may be a little lackluster, but I hope to improve swiftly. I happily accept questions, comments, and constructive criticism.

 No.18736

Seems promising, excited to see what happens!

 No.18768

Minsekk and Minni walked down the crowded city street, the hot sun baking the skin on the back of their necks.
"So are you staying with me and my family tonight," she asked, stepping closer and nuzzling into him.
"I have nowhere else to go," he said coldly, putting his arm around her. "You can't let your family know what we're doing," he added. She smiled up at him.
"I know I know. They think they know best for me. Adults are stupid" she said. "I love you Minsekk".
"Mhm," he replied with a nod. She gave him a sad glance but said nothing else about it.
"I feel weak," she said.
"You had a long day" he replied emotionlessly.
"But really weak. I just wanna lay down"
"Well you worked really hard for me," he said, still not looking at her.
"I guess I did," she said, nuzzling him into him closer. "It's worth it then. I'll feel like this my entire life if it makes you feel that good". The two children reached a small house. Minni and her mother's house like the rest of the homes in the city was packed tightly into a seemingly endless row of homes. Unlike most of the other houses, however, it was well kept, and clean. A fresh coat of yellow paint covered its walls, and though the roof coat was older, the purple was still vibrant and pleasing. While the other homes smelled of filth, sickness, and death, the pleasant smell of sweet herbs emanated from the windows. Minni pushed the door open and held it for Minsekk with a loving smile. He walked in, finding himself in the house kitchen.
"Welcome home dears," a comforting female voice said. Minsekk turned to the woman. Minnis's mom was a beautiful woman who had only seen her thirtieth summer. Like her daughter, she had ashy grey hair which had let grown to her waist. A complex, almost flowery blue design decorated her fair skin. Though the baggy clothes she wore hid it, she had a pleasant figure which could only be glanced when she wore her much smaller nightgown. She gave him a pitying smile, her blue eyes full of a mother's empathy.
"I was just boiling some Gnocks. Would you two like a cup?" She asked, her breathy accent far stronger than her daughters. On the table next to her lay a bowl filled with a cup of ground-up brown leaves. When boiled, gnock leaves made a bitter-sweet brown liquid which with its watery consistency was unpleasant, but when mixed with a suPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.18829

Updates to the story will probably be slim or even non-existence during November as my attention will be focused on NaNoWriMo. Chapter Two is currently in the writing process however, and I have so much planned for not only this story, but it's sequels. Hope you're as excited as I am, and enjoy the story

 No.19225

Post should start up again soon


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 No.19200[Reply]

So, this is my very-very-very first gorefic, don't hate me, I tried my very best. ._.' And, of course, English is not my main language, and I had a really hard time to translate it, so if there are language errors, tell me my mistakes, and I'm sorry! ^^'
Also, I have dozens of ideas with dozens of feral characters. Well, this show came out recently, sooo, I decided to start with this one. If you will wish, there could be more in the future, maybe a sequel, maybe others, I take request ideas!
Now, enough talking.

For tags: f/m, bestiality, rape, young, torture, hard gore and hard snuff, feral, death
The copyright goes to Dreamworks and Dragons: Rescue Riders (in the How to Train Your Dragon universe)



The Hunter

Either way, it was a successful hunt.
Two beasts at once.

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 No.19160[Reply]

Anyone heard from Squunch, Loke or SadisticPleasures lately? Not seen anything from them in a while.

 No.19168

Anyone? :-/ Feel free to add other names.

 No.19191

I’ve seen squunch post over at Fetnoir. Not sure about the others.


 No.8508[Reply]

I´ve found a good story. It was published in Yahoo/debreast


Part 1. M/S Topless


Jana couldn't believe how excited she was. Just yesterday at her birthday party her friends had revealed her that they had booked a luxorious cruise aboard the M/S Topless for four and they were leaving the very next day. Being the teenagers they were, there was no question about their intentions of heavy partying and general foolishness. Jana was expecting quite the weekend filled with alcohol, sunshine, beautiful women and endless dancing.

This was to be Jana's first time aboard the famous party ships that they had so many times adored at the city harbour while wondering why all the cruises had age restrictions and wouldn't allow anyone under 18 aboard. Afterall this was a very liberal society based on the views of their ancestors one and a half centuries ago. They had shaped the entire world according to their beliefs and preferrences. This is why Risa Nine was one of the most liberal colonies in the Federation. Very few regulations and directives applied here. The entire world was dedicated to fulfilling desires and lust. The terraforming of the land had been planned so that the entire world was basically one huge white sand beach.

Jana's friends were all older than her. Krissy was 19 already and had definetly been to many cruises, but never really revealed anything to Jana about the parties she had had. Erica had also just turned 19 last month and she too must have had her share of off-shore fun. Keeley was just three months older than Jana and this was to be her first cruise too.

To Jana the ship ahead of them looked almost unreal, it was so massive. Hovering forty feet above the ocean waves was the M/S Topless, a full mile long luxury ship, filled with bars, nightclubs, restaurants, gamehalls, swimming pools and spas. The massive craft even had it's own sand beach on the top level, and beneath it one hundred and sixy floors of entertainment still shrouded in mystery, just waiting to be explored by Jana and her friends.

Jana was well aware that this cruise would also be very sexual in nature. She had been very intimate with her three best friends since their childhood and they were openly lesbians, just like almost every other female on this planet they called home. This was the social structure of Risa Nine and had been so since the first founding mothers arrived with their technology that gave them the ability to shape tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.8533


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A few months later the results of that night were clearly visible on Candices and Sandras swollen bellies. One night they were sitting with Mark and his friend Tony in Sandra's and Mark's living room, sipping a glass of wine, talking about the exciting night that day. It was a winter evening and they talked about that other night they spent at the Cut Club. Remembering the wall and the grinder, Candice suddenly felt hot shivers coming up her spine and wrapped her cardigan more tightly around her belly. She felt an inner urge rising ..... She looked at the others with dreamy eyes: " I want to go back there again ...". 

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Tony had never been to the Cut Club before and didn't quite know what to expect. With some reluctance he opened the heavy door to the club and gasped at the view of the large glass wall with the grinders and the intense action at the wall above. Aaron and the two heavily pregnant girls followed him, eager in anticipation for the things to come. 

They watched a very athletic guy and two adorable female companions approaching one of the holes in the wall where a stiff cock was sticking out and eagerly waiting for some action. one of the blonde beauties was massaging the cock while the other took care of the beautifully built man. massaging his balls and penis. While the action became more and more intense, our four friends, watching the scene, started massaging each other. Tony and Mark took care of the swollen and milk-filled breasts of their girlfriends while they were  staring fascinated to the wall, anticipating what was to come. 

While the action became more and more intense and you could hear the joyful moans and cries, one of the girls suddenly pressed the button. 
Mark stared fixated at the display behind the glass which was splattered by Aarons blood and intestines. He was so aroused that he came heavily again into Sandras mouth. Both were utterly fascinated by the eagerness with which Aaron and Jessica had sought their fate, but didn't feel ready yet to submit to the wall and the utter beauty of the grinding process.

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A few months later the results of that night were clearly visible on Candices and Sandras swollen bellies. One night they were sitting with Mark and his friend Tony in Sandra's and Mark's living room, sipping a glass of wine, taPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.8534


Tony immediately started to fuck Candice from behind as well, whereas Jane started working on the tits and belly of Sandra, which she gently caressed. Besides the red button alongside the tits a second button appeared above the belly, apparently to trigger action there. After a brief exchange with Tony and Candice Jane decided to press that button first.

After a few seconds a loud ripping noise could be heard. Two knives had entered the belly from below. An assistant brought a flat bowl and a knife and handed it to Jane. Suddenly Candice had an idea, she laid down besides the bowl, directly under Sandras belly about to be cut open. 

Sandras belly popped half open and Jane began to scoop out the contents with her bare hands. Candice began vigorously smearing herself with the gory innards and blood. When Jane opened the uterus with her knife, Candice began rubbing her belly vigorously with the bloody mass, until something big and slimy popped out and fell on her belly. Candice almost orgasmed and pointed at Jane's blood-smeared knife with a pleading look in her beautiful face.

Jane began slowly to cut open Candices belly, the innards wobbled out and mixed with the bloody gore coming out of Sandys belly. In the meantime Tony took care of Sandys breasts, until the nipples were rock hard. Then he pressed also the button besides the tits. For the uterus content the assistant brought a special silver bowl where the parts were carefully collected by Jane. Tony received the breasts slowly when they popped out of the wall and a minute later the grinders started whirring again. When the trapdoors opened one could see two bodies falling into the grinder, apparently Mark was anally fucking Sandra while falling to his death with her. The amount of gore and blood spurting against the botton of the plexiglass floor was astounding. Jane and Tony carefully disemboweled Candice completely, since she was not able to get up any more, they asked the assistant for an alternative method to have her submit to the grinder. With a smile the assistant pointed to an extra trapdoor in front of the wall which allowed direct descent to the grinder if desired. She also brought a battery driven hand blender for the content of the silver bowl which was put into immediate action by Jane. Tony laid down besides Candice and asked Jane to manually cut off his balls and cock.  Jane carefully castrated Tony with her knife and put the cock and balls into the bowl where it Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12815

Glad to hear you liked it. I am the author. Is this yahoo still active btw?

 No.12823

>>12815
I love this story, nice to see it reposted here again

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 No.19057[Reply]

$200,000,000,000.

That's how much money in USD is evaded from tax every year.

Where is this money?

A recent leak titled, The Panama Papers exposed where a majority of this money was being laundered.

The 2.7TB of leaked information lead the source of the majority of money laundering operations to an unknown location.

But new intel suggests that this unknown location which harbors the primary source of the money laundering operations, is in the British Virgin Islands. Inside the Bermuda Triangle.

Years of dedicated research has narrowed the exact location to an unmarked island.

You will not find this island on any map. This island is hidden to the public and there are no reported flights or dockings to this island.
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 No.19059

NAME: ANDREA [REDACTED]
DATE: XX/XX/2019
SUBJECT: SECTION ONE TEST
RECIEVER: OPERATIONS HEADQUATERS

PRIMARY AGENT: JASON ORTEGA; 35 YEARS; 189.2CM; 87.4KG; BLACK HAIR; BROWN EYES; TYPE IV PIGMENTATION

SECONDARY AGENT: ALYSSA MARTINEZ; 14 YEARS; 146.7CM; 35.9KG; BROWN HAIR; GREEN EYES; TYPE II PIGMENTATION

OBJECTIVE:
TO ASSESS THE EFFECTIVENESS OF METHOD ONE.

BRIEFING:
METHOD ONE - TEST ONE. SECONDARY AGENT WILL POSITION IN AREA OF HIGH RISK OF ABUDCTION.

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 No.19099

Alternatively: Operation is a partial success. Primary Agent has established contact and is developing rapport with traffickers. Recommendation is to deploy a new Secondary Agent to aid in infiltration.

Really good start. Hope to see more from you and from this series.

 No.19103

Great start! i'd love to read more but I'd prefer it not in all caps.

 No.19186

bump. moar please. :)


 No.19182[Reply]

Reposting "Futility" by the author of the Land of the Rising Sun (they didn't have a name, did they?) as per request here >>19174

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A single message, that's all it was, and yet the recipient, now sat against the fridge in her apartment, about to finish up her 10th can of beer.

"idiot," Misato muttered, with bloodshot eyes, chugging down the contents of her beer can.

She thought she got over him, that she was past these feelings. Rather, that's what she wanted herself to believe. Repeat a lie enough, and it becomes the truth, though it would seem, sadly, in her case, her own feelings betrayed her. Kaji's last message tore open a chasm in her heart and mind, one she never knew existed, one she tried to mask with alcohol.

She looked to her phone again. Asuka was still in school, right? Misato had completely lost track of time, not that it mattered much anyway. With what she and Kaji had dug up, there really was no point in any of what they were doing, with their death being inevitable, whether it was through instrumentality, or the result of a battle with an angel, whichever side won, humanity, or at least what she perceived to be humanity, would lose.

She grasped her phone. 12:07 P.M. Has it really been 3 hours? She stumbled through the contacts list, somehow refraining from calling Asuka directly despite being completely smashed, and instead choosing to call the school.


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 No.19183

I also made an extended version of the last part.

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Seeing that Asuka was no longer among the living, Rei pulled the knife from her throat. She stood up and walked to the sink, rinsing the blood off of the knife, before making her way to the living room, knife still in hand. She went to her school bag, rummaging around. She found it. Molecular Cell Biology. The book she was reading through in her spare time.

"Your turn".

Asuka's words rang through her head. She looked down at her stomach. She already knew what she would find should she cut herself open, so that was of no particular interest to her, but she saw no harm in complying with Asuka’s final request either. Rei didn’t plan to finish herself with a quick slash to her throat like Asuka did though, as she figured just cutting her abdomen open would work just fine for killing herself. Of course, it would be slower and hurt more, but if she was aiming for quick and painless, she could have just chosen another method in the first place. So Rei figured, as long as she was committing seppuku, might as well go all the way with the slow and painful part. Not that physical pain ever bothered her anyway. And what for the long time it would take to die – that’s what the book was for, to kill the time while she was killing herself (naturally, Rei didn’t even smile, totally missing the pun in her own thoughts).

Rei laid her bag down lengthwise, placing her book on top of it. Recalling she had stopped reading it last night just before the chapter on Nerve Cells, Rei opened the book on the appropriate page and continued from where she left off. Rei has read a couple of paragraphs to gain momentum and then, without averting her eyes from the book, brought the knife she was still holding close to her left hip. Rei tried pushing it in while keeping reading, but found it hard to measure required pressure just right without really paying attention to it. After all, if she pushed the blade too deep, she risked damaging her viscera, thus shortening the time it would take her to die. Not that she minded it in and of itself, but it would make the entire endeavor with the book rather pointless. Rei wanted to have at least enough time to finish this chapter and not just rush it through, as she wasn’t interested in reading something without actually digesting it. And so, too make sure she’ll enjoy her reading, Rei had to stop reading for now and concentrate on cutting herself.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.4434[Reply]

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This is my first attempt at something remotely resembling a story, so my apologies if its not perfectly readable, or very fap-worthy. One of the reasons I wrote this is that the only other story that really 'clicked' with me was Madame Butterfly, and the lack of other stories based around seppuku. Anyway, rant over, hope you all enjoy the story, and please leave feedback, or any corrections, or just take the story and rework it if you want, I'm fine with anything really.
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The chirping of birds, the sound of leaves gently rustling in the wind, the annoying buzz of an alarm clock.

"Oh come on," Laura groaned.

Eyes still shut, she flailed her arms in an attempt to silence the alarm clock, eventually managing to land a hit; setting it to snooze. It was 6:30 AM, and on a Monday to boot. Yet another boring, and long week of high school lay ahead of her. The only motivation she had left at this point was that it would all end soon - she was in her final year, after which she could get a job, maybe go university, or take a break from it all, and travel.

"Just a few more weeks of this bullshit," she thought, slowly dragging herself out of bed.

Laura moved towards the window, and opened the curtains. The gentle morning sun shone down through the window, irritating her sharp, green eyes. Despite the discomfort, the view from her window never failed to amaze her. Living in the outskirts of a small hilly town in Japan did have its advantages such as the gorgeous view and surprisingly friendly and welcoming inhabitants.

Sadly, this was all overshadowed by numerous political and cultural factors. After suffering a crushing defeat in the Second World War, Japan went back to being a very isolated nation, only recently opening up to the rest of the world. In fact, the only foreigners to live here were the ones who stayed throughout the duration of the war, such as her grandparents. They used to tell her stories of how things were before the war, how much more relaxed everything was, and how Japan now, was really just a shadow of its former self.

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 No.11126

It would be awesome to read another one like this.

 No.14488

Bump

 No.14809

Bump to save from faggot spammer

 No.15487


 No.19175

any chance we can get this thread goin again


 No.12682[Reply]

The Challenge



m/f, snuff, drowning, necrophilia



As a gentle ocean breeze blew past him, Jad paused to inhale deeply. The air was warm, salty and slightly fragrant with the spice of some plant that grew on the island. It was a good day to be alive.

Of course, brushes with death always made you appreciate life more, he reflected. Only a few hours ago he and his fellow crew members had been locked in deadly combat with a Rolan merchant vessel. For merchants, they had been surprisingly ferocious once boarded and a good number of his comrades had died at their hands. He was lucky to have made it out with only a light slash across his upper arm. He rolled his shoulder, flexing the muscle beneath the bandage. Already healing up nicely, thanks to the poultice their ship’s doctor had applied.

They weren’t pirates. Although, admittedly, their lives were very similar to that of pirates. They were privateers--mercenaries of sorts, hired by the Davit crown. They sailed the open seas, terrorizing the ships of any nations that Davit was at war with. Which, at the moment, included the Rolans.

The risks were high but the rewards were great. The merchant vessel, the Seaspray, had been on a return voyage, loaded down with all manner of valuables. Jad’s personal share of the booty was sure to buy him plenty of nice things, once they made port at a major city. His ship, the Wave’s Malice, was currently anchored in the bay of a small, uninhabited island that had become a sort of headquarters for their operations.

A tug at the rope in his hand reminded him of another, much more exciting, prize from the raid. Most of the fighting men on the the Seaspray had been slain during the battle. Those who were not were summarily executed after their capture. Wave’s Malice had no room for prisoners. The few women aboard, only four in total, had been turned over to Jad and his friend Seth. It had cost them a fair portion of their share of the loot, but these women were going to do things that money couldn’t buy.

The women had been disarmed, of course, and posed little threat. Nevertheless, they had been bound, their their wrists tied together with rope. They also each had a length of rope tied around one ankle, with an iron weight attached at the other end. The weights were iron cubes with a thick ring on one side, which served as a handle and a tying Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.13012

Drowning and Necro 2 of my favorite fetishes combined

THANK YOU

 No.13332

are you still writing stuff like this? I hope so

 No.14062

cool

 No.14150

Are you still writing here or anywhere else?

 No.19173

God I looked for this for so long


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