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 No.19112[Reply]

This one's a commission - if you want one, send me a message at the email attached to the post. The queue's pretty long at this point, though :/
This story was uploaded a week earlier to my Patreon! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

The Tragic End of Captain Marvel
Tags: non-con, M/F, rape, large insertion, torture


Growing up, Xaemar was somewhat idealistic. Being fed many a tale about the galaxy’s many heroes, he truly believed in them. That belief only grew even stronger when he witnessed one of them in action firsthand. Captain Marvel had come to save his homeworld from a galactic invasion. Before leaving, Carol Danvers had left some of his people with a communicator they could use if they ever needed the help from her again - a memory which he never forgot either.

When the Snap came, Xaemar’s planet, Damara, had descended into chaos. With half of the population gone, the society has collapsed. Very quickly, the confused, enraged people had turned to riots - only bringing the death toll even further up. Among this, Xaemar did his best to care for his younger sister, Damota - their parents gone with the Snap. Still, running from one hideout to another while trying to avoid the crazed crowds, Xaemar had remembered of the device he had seen those years ago. Surely, Captain Marvel would be able to set things right again? B-bring back all the people they had lost… Or - if that wasn’t possible - at least some kind of order to the planet?

Finding where the s.o.s. device had ended up wasn’t easy - but eventually, Xaemar managed to do it. Turning the device on gave him a true ray of hope, something to look forward to. The marvelous blonde woman in the blue who had saved all of them… She’d come back to them to save them once more! It was just a matter of time… A few days, at most! There was no response from the device, but that didn’t bother Xaemar - the man entirely certain that Captain Marvel would come to their aid, unaware that the device failed to reach the woman who left it there.

That very feeling proved to be very costly for the young Damaran. Thinking of their soon-to-be-savior, his movements became much more careless - enough for the many, many gangs which their society had devolved into to find him. Not only him, but his sister as well, at that - the young girl capPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.19109[Reply]

Demise of a Princess
Tags:Beheading, Public Execution
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The door of the black maria opens. A beautiful young girl is pulled out.
The girl's face is upset and her eyes are dull, but that doesn't affect her beautiful face under long amber hair. She looks like a princess in a fairy tale. Through a rough cotton dress, people still vaguely see the graceful figure formed by dance training, especially the chest with just right size, which seems firmer because of the hands bind backwards. The two protruding points of the chest and the line in the center of her round buttocks, she is as pure and attractive as an elf. Men around eye on her, and swallows.

This is a rare sight in this conservative country. The crowd burst into cheers. It's only 9 a.m., but people have crowded this square in the center of Hdayir. They came to see this rich young girl who once could only be seen in magazines, dressing in gorgeous dresses and glamour. In the middle of the square are several prison vans. Guards armed with guns surround the girl in the center. Opposite her are several local officials, and a reporter with a camera, transmitting real time video to the world.

The girl's name is Anniebelle. Only 20 years old, she is the heir of Ryan family, a military industry giant in the United Provinces. She was sent to the Middle East two years ago as general manager of the local branch, preparing to take over the family business in the future. As a young and beautiful girl from a top family, she soon got fame in the Royal and aristocratic dances balls and achieved several big deals. But a year ago she got a little trouble. The local military tracked a large number of data packets being sent to the servers in the hostile country and then learned that, the "expensive original United Provinces chips " purchased from her were polished cheap chips from other countries, and obviously with back doors on. Memory chips, display screen and other equipments have also been replaced by cheap trash. The advertised high performance was never met. The Mideast country was furious. Anniebelle just went in. Nevertheless, she was bailed after several month’s efforts from the Foreign Ministry. Then she was put under house arrest in a 2150 square meter house on the outskirts of Hdayir, where she spent her days on drawing pictures and writing poems.

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 No.6782[Reply]

“Hi Chief!”

“There you are. Fusion chamber's gone out again. I need you to go in there and restart it.”

“Oh. Okay! Didn't Capri restart it yesterday?”

“She did, and now it's gone out again.”

“Why's it gone out again?”

Chief Aimee-3364641 gave her junior counterpart an impatient look. Emily-51561497 was just a farmgirl, expendable. Maybe if she'd done three tours like Aimee and made reactor chief she'd be a little bit more important but… well, she hadn't.

“Figuring that out is MY job” she reminded the ditzy blonde junior engineer. “Which I can't DO because we don't have MAIN POWER because, I repeat, the fusion chamber's gone out so I need YOU, to go in THERE, and RESTART it! Or is that too hard for your dumb whore brain to figure out?”

“Okay, chief, okay! I was just curious!” Emily sniffed and unzipped her work uniform. She shrugged it off and let her hair down as she stood naked in front of the access hatch to the chamber. “Goodbye, I guess. Good luck fixing the problem.”

“Whatever...” Aimee muttered, not even bothering to acknowledge the farewell. She watched her instruments carefully as the hatch opened then closed and was locked behind her and the sound of Emily clambering deep into the heart of the megaKelvin reactor faded to a few sporadic tunk… tunk… clonk sounds.

Four silent seconds later there was a loud BANG and main power came back online. Aimee sighed and reached over to her terminal.

“Chief engineer's log,” she said, and recorded the date. “Another fusion core burnout. Emergency restart completed by junior engineer Emily-51561497. Fusion was sustained for less than twenty-four hours this time and we've got two days to go before we make it back to Vyalarn Station to diagnose and repair the problem and take on replacements. Cause of the failure remains unclear, but it's getting worse. I've only got two junior engineers left after which we'll have to start sacrificing people who actually matter. Will monitor and try to nurse it home. End log.”

She stood up and peered through the thick sapphire porthole into the heart of the reactor, where there was now a healthy white glare – a small star, really – hanging in the middle of the containment field. Of Emily, there was no sign.

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TWENTY HOURS LATER

“God fucking dammit...” Aimee sighed and tapped the ship intercom. “Junior engineer Sarah-10382479 to reactor core, ASAP.”

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 No.10946

>>10879
Well, other posters beat me to continuing Alice's misadventures, I'm gonna do another oneshot. Wanna get what happened to the stress reliever that Alice replaced, something nasty happening to that Ella lady who almost disposed of her, or something focusing on an officer?

 No.11321

>>6782

I really liked the original story, the casualness, the original setting, and snuff method are welcome. Why do 99% of guro stories have to be about violent dismemberament/beheading etc? Non that I don't like it, but a bit of originality is nice.

 No.11351

>>11321
My stake in this has been the scuzzy cybernetics and disposability

 No.11843

Billy-7588895 leaned back in his seat behind the management console in one of the station's many food courts, watching the various half naked members of the cloned workforce mill about and eat. He was of course a part of the clone population, and his appliance management job was quite cushy for what vat-meat could expect. The words Vat-Meat were tattooed over the plump ass of a whore he was watching, just above her prices. Every so often the neon yellow haired woman would be squeezed or fingered by passing diners, as she and others milled around between being brought to tables or done against the walls of the large dining area. Billy checked back on the management console, all food synthesizers were at nominal functionality and the organic mass supply was at medium to full. A quick change of view to a feed of the intake waste processor gave him a look at a large heap of food waste disappearing into a shredder, and after looking a moment longer, there was that one bitch, 5677893-whatever, still clinging to the side and scrubbing and scraping like she would be for the next several hours if she didn't slip. Back to the slut's big tattooed booty, Billy looked at the heavily "augmented" assets of the blonde, and quickly made to check his account. He figured he could spare enough to buy a break and a ride. He stepped up from the terminal, his taskmaster indicating he was being billed for time off, and strolled over to the whore.

Suzy-2673112 was being smashed between two burly, heavily modified men, the sort grown specifically to be ship crewmen. The one in her rear had her by the hips, and was cumming again, holding her soft ass close as he pumped into her rectum. The one in her cunt was leveraging on her shoulders, plowing in and out at changing angles as he rearranged her insides. Her fellow tarts had shoved her at the sailors when they approached, and now she was gonna be broken as they waited in line to use the food synthesizer. She was pumping herself full of aphrodisiacs and painkillers through her own cybernetic additions, and had turned up the feeling from her erogenous centers, but even then it was only the hope of a big payout that was holding her together as she felt as though her body was being pummeled apart. Then she felt a pull on her hair, and her upper body was dragged out from between the massive crewmen. She immediately had another cock in her face, and between programming and habit she could barely help moaning andPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.19104

bump


 No.19084[Reply]

I have been thinking up a story of Pedro the man in charge of the cartels kidnapping, and public relations.

This is set in near future Mexico when the cartel has completely taken over the government. There is actually much less violence, as certain cartels are designated the official governing bodies. Any opposition forces have died horribly.

In the run up to this point during the drug wars, the competition for horrible retaliation videos was on the rise. Every cartel was uploading videos online of rivals dying horrible deaths, beaten, and chopped, up alive.

At the same time there was something terrible happening to people in Juarez. The authorities were finding whole families remains. All with signs of severe torture, and indications that many of them had been partially eaten.

By all accounts most of these people were not involved in the drug, business but were just sleeping in their homes, or were migrants passing through.

It was a huge story on the news, and people were disappearing at such a high rate that the police actually did an investigation for once.

Video evidence showed a van registed to an address outside of town loading a missing family into a van. When the police raided the address, they found a nightmare.

In this crude compound there were over 30 people, and a walk in fridge, and freezer with the remains of many more. Disconcertingly many of the remains were floating in marinades and spices to be eaten. Vats of genitals, babies floating in buttermilk, castrated men dying slowly with their crude sutures.
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 No.19085

The cartel boss was in the process of seizing total control. He already had the police, and many corrupt military officials in his pocket. The few people who till we're resisting him, were slowly disappearing.

Some ending up on grainy LiveLeak videos being cut up, as a message. Or even turning up dumped on the street, or hanging from lamp posts in the town squares.

He wanted to send a real message to who was in charge of this region, and looked for everyway possible to embarrass the government.

So it was that confluence of circumstances, plus a few briefcases of cash, and some threats to peoples lives that found Pedro walking out of jail.

The TV cameras were all on, and there was no questions what happened when a rolls Royce pulled up in the modest town, and Pedro was loaded in.

Not only had the cartel freed him, they had hired him.

With millions of dollars in start up funding, and unlimited resources of the cartels, Pedro went from serial killer to one of the most powerful men in Mexico.

His extortion, and kidnapping racket kept the order, and returned on investment 10x over, as his new HD videos started to come out.
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 No.19086

Okay so that is how we arrived here in the present

Pedro woke up with a stir. Rolling over he laid eyes on the angelic form of 10 year old Lucita, sleeping peacefully. Her fresh olive skin glowed in the morning light. Not a blemish on her youthful beauty.

He sat up and traced his eyes down her sleeping body from her bee sting tits, past her taut stomach, and down to her crotch nicely on display for him as she cuddled one of the lage stuffed animals on his bed.

He reached out to part one of her smooth butt cheeks and exposed the her small holes, both bright red, and still lightly seeping fluids from the fun he had the previous night taking first her vaginal, and then anal virginity.

His cock stirred as he contmplated sliding into her inviting warmth again.

Shaking off those thoughts he rolled over and grabbed his cellphone. Enabling his security measures he first went to his calendar app, custom programmed by a bright kid in the organization. It had a long list of names each with a countdown clock next to them. Each person on the list was a kidnapped person in his facility, and the clocks represented how long the families were given to pay the Ransom. He had everything from babies to, grandmother's in the hundreds of cells, and often entire families of central American migrants, as it took blocks of them to be profitable for blackmailing.

Lucitas name was at the top of the list, and 0:00 was flashing in red next to it. Clicking on it it brought him to a screen listing who her family was, their past 3 years tax returns, and many other financial details aggregated from legal, and illegal tax, and hacked financial services databases.

Here he saw that the family could have pretty easily paid the $200,000 ($USD) they had requested after kidnapping her from outside of her Catholic school a week prior. All they would have to do is sell their home, and they could have their daughter back.
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 No.19102

Bump for more
Good story~


 No.13880[Reply]

I'm just going to dump all my stories as quickly as possible. Life changes are under way, and I don't anticipate I'll post for a while. All of these stories are fictional/fantasy. Any resemblance to any persons, real or fictional, are coincidental. I do not condone any harm to anybody. If you plan on hurting yourself or others, please do not, and seek help. I enjoy feedback, so if you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment below!

--CB


-- The one and only chapter, Chapter 1 --


Today was my first day at John Drake's School for Educational Rehabilitation.

I'll be honest with you. I was pretty damn desperate. Times were tough in the New Confederate States of America. And my parents paid a fortune for me to go to college. Unfortunately I couldn't really get a job anywhere else. I didn't make the best grades. I didn't have a great degree. I tried. But everybody said I needed to get some experience first. Some real-world training. So it was either get a job at the corner coffee shop or apply for this program called "Teach for the Confederacy."

Ever since we won the civil war, we've really been the last bastion for slavery. Wad a few revolts since then. The Great Revolt of 1903, led by the plucky Ted McKnowlty. I'll clue you in on a secret. He wasn't Irish. The Great Rebellion of 1951. Each led to hundreds of thousands of lives lost. End slavery, the people cried! And some certainly tried. They were, how do you put it, mildly successful. Our government was filled with beauracracy and corruption. Half truths, and half measures. We did something in the middle. We didn't end slavery as a society. We desegregated it. Right around the time the our neighbors to the North was celebrating their Civil Rights Movement, we celerated our universal Civil Unrights Movement.

But I didn't complain. How could I? You see, the government had spies everywhere. Any sign of dissention and you would whisked away, never to be seen again. Run away to the North? Good luck with that. If you were caught, your balls would be on display at the border, along with the thousands of other severed genitals that the government harvested and skewered for display on border fences.

So yeah. Here I was. First day of my job. Assigned here. I gotta admit, though, I was assigned to the all-girls' division. In some ways, I was bummed out I needed to work, especially for the government. But in other ways, I gotta admiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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 No.19098

nice story! I'd love to see more, but i suppose "one and only" is pretty final, huh?


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 No.19096[Reply]

Tonight is my release, one I’ve been waiting for a very long time - 835 years - so long overdue.

Immortality sounds wonderful at first blush, but as the years and decades and centuries flow past, the horror of endless life sinks in and the bliss of nonexistence begins to look better and better. I have long yearned to quit this world and tonight I will.

I was taken when I was eight years old. I was an odd child, so different than any other boy in my village, so I was ripe for taking. How Xander knew I was so different was a mystery to me until many decades later when I had learned to read people, to see into their souls and truly know them, that I understood what he saw in me. My difference must have shone like a beacon in the night as Xander prowled our village looking for a companion to ease his loneliness, and his search ended when he tapped at my window that night so long ago and asked me to invite him in, and I in my excitement for a companion of my own, I did.

Xander gave me ecstasy when he took me that night and every night after that for a long time, nestled together on the ferns in his cave. Though I was a boy, I had always felt like a girl and he treated me thus. Each night as he held me astraddle his legs and I moaned in my carnal pleasure and bared my throat to him, he would bite and suck and I would know a bliss that throbbed deep in my loins as I felt the blood rushing from my body and my small cock spasming tightly, pulsing my clear ejaculate over both our bellies and again when his thick, stickiness would fill my bowels and he growled in my ear.

One night, as I grew weaker, he promised me eternal life and in my need for our affair to never end I accepted and with the last of my strength as our mutual climaxes receded, I bit his offered wrist and drank from his body. I transformed that night, becoming a creature of darkness, becoming a hunter like Xander, and together we fed on the villagers by night and consumed each other’s lust deep in his cave by day.

I never wanted it to end.

But there came the day we were discovered and the men from the village dragged Xander from our cave under the noonday sun, and me being so much smaller ran and hid deeper in the cave where no grown man could fit. I felt such horror as I listened to his screams and such sorrow when I found myself alone.

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 No.19077[Reply]

I'm unable to sleep, so I wrote a simple vore story. It's short, it's awful, it has vore. Enjoy.
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The 30 foot dragon stretched his body out, as the sun shined down on his mountain cave. his red scales smacked together as he stretched and relaxed, and he slid out, his large brown horns curling on either side of his head.

First thing he sees is a maiden tied to a post. She was a curvy woman, looked to be about 16 summers old. Long, pretty gold hair, and dark blue eyes. Large breasts that bounced as she tried to get her get free of the ropes on her arms. The rope was connected to a hook, hanging off a metal post. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't get freed. She started to scream, and tried to kick her bound legs. She pissed herself as the dragon went over.

"Hmmm! Breakfast!" he purred, looking down at her.

Now, should he roast her? Nah, he hasn't had raw maiden for a while. He wrapped his huge claw around her body, and lifted her up off of the hook.

He was tempted to snap her neck, but decided against it. Instead of chewing her up, he was going to swallow her whole. He loved how they wiggle and fight down his throat, and try to kick his belly when they land.

He opened his great huge maw, the scent of Sulfur washing out over her. The maiden screamed in terror as he lowered her into his stomach feet first. He swallowed her, her body slowly sinking down into his throat. she screamed, she struggled, but could not get freed.

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 No.19078

I read this over breakfast! lol. Good fun! Thanks :D

 No.19079

Haha, I usually don't enjoy vore, but I liked it! You have a good writing tone :)

 No.19080

Please tell me I'm not the only one who started singing G-L-O-R-I-A (like in Return to the Forbidden Planet) when the knight shouted?

 No.19088

I have an idea, maybe another version where the maiden didn't die right away, then the knight reunited inside and had sex inside, then dissolved while cumming and the dragon puked out their intact pelvic regions, still mated together and bones are lying around.
Maybe hotter if one of her nip survived as well.

 No.19090

I don't know how to quote people on here. I do not have the stomach for Scat or Vomit, it's weak like that. I prefer 'clean' snuff stories. Plus, vore is a rather strange death fetish…
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The red dragon stretched out on a warm rock, rolling onto his back as he stretched his tail. He was trying to get comfortable, but damn it, he felt himself rutting.

It wasn't mating season yet, so there were no females around for him to satisfy himself. Masturbation seemed too much like a human thing, and he didn't want to start doing that. So, he just quietly suffered.

At least, until he heard a maiden screaming again.

'It's too soon for another feeding.' The dragon mused as he went around to where the post was. This time, it was a rather scrawny redhead. Small breasts, small hips, small body.

"Not even good enough for a snack.' he mused to himself. Still, he thought as he took a hold of her, can't let her go to waste.

She started to scream as he hung her over his mouth, and got another thought.

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 No.19076[Reply]

It was my own stupid fault, running my mouth like I usually do.

Raymond said the old Craymore place was haunted by Craymore’s daughter who killed herself by sitting down on a pool cue. When I asked him how he knew that, he said he’d seen her apparition moaning and walking around naked with half a pool cue sticking out of her ass.

I laughed at him for believing in ghosts and for thinking a girl could die just because she took half a pool cue up her hoop.

“Us girls are tougher than we look.” I said, sticking my jaw out at him.

“Prove it.” he said

“How?” I ask

“Take half a pool cue up your ass.”

“Which half? Pointed or thick?”
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 No.19082

NICE

 No.19083

Wow, that was surprisingly erotic :)
And also very interesting ending too.

 No.19089

Great story! And also pretty different, which I like. Good job!


 No.2143[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

My first ever work. This might be long so I'll take my time. Enjoy.
Basement (by Kami-sama)

Chapter 1: Party

She needed something to relax; the final exams were finally over. For the past few weeks, she had been cramming day and night, Monster in one hand, a book in the other. Now, she felt the energy drink wearing out and fatigue slowly taking over her body. She was tired, very tired. But she wasn't going to let it end like this. She deserved a good break. She deserved a good time. The dorm was empty, emptier than any other day. She knew the reason: it was Friday. No soul would stick around on Friday especially if it's the last day of finals.

She unbuttoned her coat and threw it on the bed. She has been feeling stuffy all day. She unzipped her skirt and let gravity do the rest. She walked towards the mirror, which was large enough to see her whole body. She stared at it feeling frustrated. It wasn't so long ago that she bought an expensive bra from Victoria Secret: it's jet-black and has delicately sewn frills. Now, her favorite bra was strangling her breasts, limiting the oxgyen her lungs could breathe in. She wasn't disappointed at the size of the bra because it fitted her perfectly when she bought them. Instead, she was upset with her breasts. They have grown considerably again. She's already in her twenties, but her growth hasn't seceded yet. With one thumb, she unhooked her bra. The pent up tensions in her teats were impressive. Like a sling, her bra flew forward, revealing huge yet perfect pair of bosoms. They swung opposite to each other for a few seconds before coming to a still rest. It wasn't just her breasts that were big. Her nipples too adjusted to the size of her chest and budded with a pink glow. They were asleep; if aroused, these pink protrusions could further expand themselves, doubling, no, tripling in size. It wasn't the size of her breasts that envied her roommates, but the perfect alignment her nipples have on them. They weren't drooping too low nor hanging up too high and just jutted out straight towards the horizon as if begging to be sucked immediately.

She wore matching lingerie so her panties were also black. Her chest wasn’t the only thing that grew. This was obvious when her bust jiggled with every slight movement. She slid one finger into the side of her panties and gently tugged it. The thinnest lining of her undies had been resting in the crevice between her legs, the surrounding lips bitingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.15178

>>15020
Finally! After 3 years, we might be able to see the end of this story...
Keep up the good work pal.

 No.16064

>>15020
I will wait as long as I need to for this story to update.

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 No.18152

>>15020
Hi dude! It's been a year since your last post! Can we have some more?

 No.19075

This needs to be continued. I hope Kami-sama is still around, but maybe another writer could pick up the torch? I've got half a mind to finish it myself


 No.1310[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Disclaimer: just a horror fetish, entirely fictional, don't do anything that will harm somebody in real life.


School Selection


[non cons]



A loud whistle caught Nina's attention. She stopped her crawl and started to tread in the water. After a few moments Nina saw what was going to happen. As the other students stopped swimming their teacher signaled to get out of the water. “All girls are required to go to a changing booth and wait there for the meat inspector” said the coach, “the boys will continue with 4 laps of the butterfly stroke”

Nervously talking the girls quickly went to the changing booths. Nina sat about halfway down the line. “Shit I hope they don't pick me” thought Nina. A soft crying from her right assured her of a better chance, only 25% was selected from each class. She heard the meat inspector getting closer every few minutes. He was only a few lockers away from her now and she heard him say, “swimsuit straps off your shoulders and stand with your face to the wall”. Nina put the straps off her shoulders, better make it easy for the inspector, she thought. Suddenly she heard another girl crying in the booth next to hers. “Nice” she thought, that was Emily, she never liked her.

“Name” said the inspector as he opened Nina's door. “Nina, ID number 230867” said Nina. “Thank you” said the inspector, I see you already put your straps down, very nice, can you turn your face to the wall” “sure sir” said Nina and she turned her back to the inspector. The inspector checked her butt, “nice and firm” she heard him say. The inspector made her turn around and started peeling her swimsuit down. Softly he took her breasts in his hands and checked them. After a confirming mumble he pulled Nina's swimsuit to her feet. After a quick look on her pussy he said: “I'm not sure can you wait for 10 minutes, keep your swimsuit off” “of course sir” said Nina. The inspector went to the next changing booth.

“Shit” thought Nina, “I might be meat within an hour or I can be free for the rest of my life”. A strange thought occurred to Nina: this was her last chance to have an orgasm. She sat down naked on the little bench and started to rub her pussy. Within a few minutes she reached the point of no return. She took a deep breath and tried to keep quiet as her orgasm took control of her body.

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 No.18748

>>18737 The story itself is quite good, but the problem with it is that reading it literally hurts my eyes. Please have a look at the formatting guidelines in this thread: >>1363

 No.18750

is this new? i feel like I have seen it before, specifically the pre-hanging diaper schedule. not a bad thing, it's a cute story, it just REALLY feels like a repost


and yeah, paragraph breaks are a really good thing. sometimes on gurochan in particular i need to hit the line break twice.


still, it was cute and i liked it :)

 No.18756

doubtful, hulang doesn't really post new things.

 No.19007

Best thread, always hoping for more

 No.19049

It was a hard life. After the world war people were dying of starvation everywhere. Towns and cities were destroyed, as was infrastructure and agriculture.

To the few powerful ones that survived and had the means to support themselves, life was a constant pleasure.

Governments around the world were trying to deal with hungry people, and many were turning to suicide as a means of escape.

I had everything I needed financially and could buy food at any price. But I needed some entertainment. One day, as I was reading the news about mass suicides, and governments troubles in dealing with masses of rotting corpses, I dreamed up this idea: Suppose I convert my personal island into a sort of resort for people who want to die. They could come here for a holiday, lasting a month, and then be professionally terminated with as little pain as possible. I decided to do a market study with the following proposal to governments:

"Dear Minister,

"The world press has for along time now been stating that governments such as yours cannot handle the numbers of people dying or killing themselves in a disorganized fashion - the toll on the body disposal services has overwhelmed them. My company, Paradise Island limited, has a solution for you. For the mere price of 2000 credits per adult, and 500 each dependent child, we can offer a termination service that will appeal to everybody. Your armed forces will bring consignments of subjects that have signed up for the program to our pacific island, where clothing is not needed (undressing of the subjects and and preservation of their clothing on board your vessel totally at your discretion).

"On arrival at Paradise Island, the subjects will start partaking in a month-long fantasy of orgasmic pleasure designed for the enjoyment of all ages. At the end of the month, a hunt will be organized for the shooting of all participants in a humane and efficient manner. Perhaps some of your government ministers and employees would be pleased to take part in the killing as a sporting event.

"We would require legal agreements to be signed by all adults wishing to take part, and by parents on the behalf of all subjects under the age of 18. We envision that consent and knowledge of the extermination at the end of the month be required of all family heads but that it not be necessary for other family members - let them enjoy the month of Paradise not knowing that it wiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


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