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 No.17480[Reply]

An Incredible Lesson
written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone

The room was silent, every student watching on with a sort of fascinated morbid curiosity at the unique sight they were being treated to. Even the teacher found herself staring. How could she not? Even if she had been the one to arrange this, to actually see it…

Suddenly, she realized that she had been asked a question.

“Yes, Jane?”

“Why’s Mrs. Parr turning red?”

Helen Parr was indeed turning a bright red – more a very strong pink, really – as she seemingly floated in mid-air. She was only really identifiable as Helen, or as a human at all, because the class had seen her walk in to help demonstrate some basic anatomy in a very special way. What that turned out to be was Helen letting her daughter Violet swallow her hole, which really meant Helen squeezing herself down that throat like toothpaste. Subsequently she had continued to fill out all of Violet’s insides, snaking from the mouth and going nearly all the way through her intestines. Helen was nude, her non-descript street clothes lying folded up on the floor, but all that meant was that the tube was pink rather than beige and blue.

“Ah, that would be the digestive juices working her skin…”

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 No.17497

I was about a fifth in before I realized that this is a fanfic of the incredibles… I agree with Astro, it's too quick, too soon, but it's a one shot anyway, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ still enjoy it though, love you two

 No.17499

Thanks for the comments, glad people liked this well enough.

As I'm sure you've all noticed, JIP and I have taken a break from the multi-chapter stories we've done in the past, in favour of shorter bits we can have fun with and not have to worry about massive amounts of planning, continuity, ect. Means we don't get bored of ideas either. They're fun to write, often spontaneous, and done in a few days.

We do plan on getting back to the other stories in time, so please be patient. Especially Stretch Goals.

Special shout out to Aoi, I love your style of extremely casual snuff and so on.

 No.17509

I like your stories but this one was a bit too much :) With all those superheroes I have no clue what is going on without pictures. especially in places that do not follow normal human anatomy :)
only after reading quite a lot I finally understood that it is about "the incredible's" but even if I watched that movie I already forgot character names. So i need to google all them.

It woud be good idea if you added some picture to your story to show what it is all about.

Maybe I will read it again some time later.

 No.17524

huh. Fun story. Never actually seen your work before. Not how I would have written it (Would have put skinless helen in the jar sealed in a quick drying resin, and finished sawing violet in half for a complete cross section to preserve in resin too) but that's the fun of reading another author, isn't it?

 No.17528

>>17524

Thank you! Your brand of willing guro, both lethal and not, has been very enjoyable to read for years. I'd love if you found the time to read my other stuff under Melatonin on HF, or JIP's stuff on the same sight. And hah, those are both pretty good ideas.

>>17509 Well, I'm glad you've still enjoyed previous entries, haha. Maybe you'll like our next story more. Hopefully it's out soon. Another short, then we'll see about those older stories like Stretch Goals.


 No.13440[Reply]

She was dead.

David looked at the girl lying at his feet. Her eyes looked lifelessly into the sunset as the rope marks faded from her neck. A young high school freshmen, with blonde laces, and beautiful blue eyes. She had been wearing a fluffy white jersey top and denim shorts.

Her parents were out for the weekend. Off to a trip to the Bahamas leaving her alone to take care of the house. Well, that was until he showed up. He sniffed, taking a look around to make sure no one had seen him before putting the rope next to the side of the house.

He lifted her up by her armpits, and then got her on his back, before piggy backing her inside. He sanctimoniously dropped her dead body off in the living room on a couch and locked the door behind him before making his way to the kitchen to fix himself some dinner.

He was starving. It had been a few days since he had a proper meal. A side-effect of being a runaway homeless teen. But, even homeless teens had perks. He fixed himself a sandwich and scarfed it down. The TV was right by the couch and he sat next to her,
sitting her upright, as he flipped on the channel.

Her head leaned grossly to the side. Her mouth hung open, tongue sticking out.

“I guess it’d be too much to expect a conversation, huh?”

He touched her on the lips, savoring the light pinkish lipstick she had on. He wasn’t sure if she had been planning to go to a party later that night. Maybe, that’s why she opened the door.

“I don’t even know your name. I wonder if you taste good.”

He seductively pushed her down on the couch, closing her dead eyes. He wanted to make it look as if she was enjoying this, if she was asking for this. It was a game he liked to play with his dolls. They always like this. They always ask for it.

His hands fingered her mouth drawing her tongue out like a fish. He laughed, looking on how ridiculous she looked. Does it taste good? My fingers?

He pressed down on her lips, sucking on her soft succulent lips, tasting her like fruit. Strawberry flavor? It could be better. His right hand glided down to her shirt, feeling her breasts, cupping them in his grip. He took a moment to admire the firmness of her assets and then moved his left hand down to her shorts, unzipping her flier, and pressing his fingers on her clit.

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 No.13449

This was good. Hope more is on the way.

 No.13455

I really enjoyed this one. Hoping for more. Thanks!

 No.13467

“I got a present for you.”

Sergov snapped his fingers, and a group of men walked into the basement of the storage unit. There an eight year old boy sat by his computer, typing a string of code into an online website.

“Whats the client?” said the little boy, typing.

“No, client,” smiled Sergov, “Let’s say. We had a misunderstanding with someone and we want to make our opinion on the matter clear.”

There was a thud and the men dropped off four people, each with a trash bag over their face. Their arms and legs were bound by a rope.

“I tried to leave them intact for you, but you know,” shrugged Sergov, “We know all what happens here. Just make sure when you are done, it is messy. And if you happen to have a bit of video. That would be good, too.”

The boy scratched his head,

“I guess this is express mail?”

“Yes, you can say that. Make it happen. I trust you know how fast to go. When you are finished. You know who to call.”

Sergov laughed, leaving the room, beckoning the rest of the men with him.

The boy sighed, “I guess I better get started.”

He slowly dragged the first body onto an operating table and unwrapped the person’s face, revealing a hispanic teenage boy with dirty brown hair.

“Fifteen,” said the boy, “Teeth are fine. Eyes ok.”

The boy then reached into the teenage boy’s pants, touching the kid’s dick. The boy thought for a bit, molesting the unconscious hispanic boy’s dick until it was hard.

“Ok, it works.”

The boy then went back to his computer, typing a few lines into the website.

“NEW SNUFF TAPE!!! FIFTEEN HISPANIC M/M”

He flipped on his mic and then flipped an electric switch on his desk.

“Ahhh!” screamed the teenage boy, his arms and legs shaking the operating table.

“Hello?” said the young boy, tapping on his mic. “Hello, can you hear me?”

“What? Where…?”
“Good. Let’s check the sound on your side.”

The boy pressed the button again.

“Ahhh!!!”

“Ok, everyone can hear you.”

“Who….are…you? What…”

“Oh, my name is Otto. I work here.”

“Work? I…was at a club and…”

“A club? I have a club.”

Otto walked and picked up a club with nails sticking out of it.

“Y-Your…a kid?”

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 No.16643

we need more

 No.17491

can't wait for next


 No.17482[Reply]

I like bondage, blood, forced orgasms and milking, regardless of gender. And this story has all of them.
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Chuck was walking out into the field behind the barn, enjoying the nice warm summer air. Enjoying the clear, starry sky, and the soft chirping of crickets. His sandy blond hair was dirty from his work for the day, his muscular, tanned body trapped under his red shirt and overalls.

He laid out the blanket he brought out, and pulled out the bottle of hand lotion. Though his family had a large farm, they had a rather small house, and it was difficult for him for him to have a moment to himself. He couldn’t find a closet that the kids wouldn’t get into, he couldn’t stay in the shower because everyone else needed it, and he shared a room with too many people, who were light sleepers. Plus, his bed squeaked.

So here he is, at 2 Am in the morning, needing a bit of time for himself. He slipped out of his overalls, and laid back on the blanket. Getting a generous amount on his hand, he took hold of his 7 inch cock, and started rubbing himself. He moaned as it hardens, getting nice and thick at 9 inches, pumped up with arousal.

He tried to keep himself from moaning, in case someone came out to look for him. However, it had been weeks since he was able to come out and do this, so he couldn’t stop himself. Sweat formed on his body, his toes started to curl as he pumped himself faster. He thought of every woman he fucked hard in the pussy and in their ass. He thought about their warm mouths on his hot cock, sucking him down, and drinking every damn drop.

He felt his balls tighten up as his orgasm started to wash over him. With a happy cry, he shot his seed straight up into the air, like a fountain. Thick spurts shot out of him, after a much needed release. His vision went white, and he started to drool as his orgasm just carried him away.

He felt all the tension leave his body, and just laid there in the afterglow. He gave soft sighs, tempted to fall asleep now that he felt saited. But, he knew he couldn’t. He had to gather the blanket, wipe the cum that fell on his body, and get back into the house before someone realizes that he’s out there. He was just going to throw the blanket in with his laundry for tomorrow anyways.

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 No.17477[Reply]

This one's a commission - hit me up on the email attached to the post if you want one (the queue's getting long tho :P )
This story was posted to my Patreon a week early! https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

Yoko's Pain in the Neck
tags: Futa/F, non-con, necro, stabbing, navel fucking


Seeing Adiane the Elegant jump onto the deck of the Dai-Gurren with the intent to take over it, Yoko Littner knew she couldn’t allow her to continue. Their Gunmen were all away from the battleship, leaving no one but her to protect it. Even if the woman was one of the Spiral King’s Supreme Generals, Yoko knew she could handle her. She tried shooting the woman with her rifle, but the scorpion beastwoman had no issues deflecting each of her shots using her tail. Seeing that, Yoko realized she’d have to fight the woman up-close - and set out to do just that. Going down to the deck, she continued to fire at her - but Adiane kept redirecting each of her shots with her tail. “A piece of garbage like you could never hurt me!” Adiane taunted her as she did that. Even Yoko going full auto with her rifle didn’t help, the black, segmented tail knocking all of her bullets off course. The only result of her attack was taking out the beastmen that had arrived on the ship with Adiane - leaving the two women alone on the deck.

The loud click of her clip having run of ammo was the sign Adiane needed to go on. “Now, human trash, learn your place!” She called out while swinging her tail towards Yoko. The sharpshooter bent her back backwards, only barely avoiding the attack. As Adiane pressed on, Yoko bent even further back - eventually ending up just inches from the ground. “Get it through your skull that it’s hopeless, girlie!” Adiane told her while stepping on the end of her ponytail, stopping Yoko’s movements in place. The girl forwards slid across the deck, trying to get away - but the heel of Adiane’s pink shoes held pinned her hair down, preventing her from escaping. Then, with Yoko laid out on the ground in front of her, Adiane attacked her with her tail again. The first smack only barely missed the girl’s body as Yoko managed to roll to the side to avoid it, but the next one connected. It knocked the air out of Yoko’s lungs, restricting her movements for the moment - and allowing Adiane to deliver one more attack. One tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.17476[Reply]

A little story idea i wanted to write for long. Not my best work i think but whatever;)

Megumin and Tina: an explosive Allianz.

Megumin and Tiny Tina are friends now. Don’t ask how it happened. Somehow the two crazy girls manage to meet each other. Maybe Megumin has torn a hole in the space-time continuum with one of her explosions. Maybe a fast-travel station on Pandora had a malfunction. The fact is, they met somehow.
They discovered a lot of similarities. They both love explosions. They love the sound and destruction.
It didn’t take long before they started a little contest. Tiny Tina showed her best "ladies". Megumin showed the full power of her explosion spell. They laughed and enjoyed themselves and destroyed a whole abandoned village.
However, Tiny Tina is a bit crazier than Megumin. She had the idea to go a little further. "Which of us would explode better?"
"What do you mean?" Megumin asked.
"Have you never thought about becoming a bomb yourself?" Tiny Tina asked with glowing eyes.
The thought actually excited Megumin. Quickly the girls made a crazy plan. They planed to meet the next morning.

Next Morning…
"I wrote a song:" Tina greets Megumin excited. “The itsy-bitchy spider. Climbed up the water spout. Then she exploded into 1000 little pieces!”
Megumin is a little bit more embarrassed. “I stored my spell into two crystals… Careful They are very unstable.” She hands over two glowing magical crystals.
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 No.16872[Reply]

A short report on one of the recent immigration raids, with some slight modifications to current judicial processes. I would like to read reports from other officers as well, so please submit your own.

Documentation of encounter

The target, a male age 28-32, was apprehended at his home in [REDACTED]. His non-US citizenship was confirmed, and he was advised that he would be repatriated immediately. He stated that his wife and their four daughters were US citizens. This information was confirmed. He further stated that his repatriation would result in the family having no income, as his wife was pregnant with their fifth child. He was advised that he would be handed over to his consulate per treaty, and that his family would be subject to US law regarding indigency. This information was poorly received.

Disposition

The indigent citizens were encouraged to remove their clothing for resale. They refused and were stripped unwillingly. As required by treaty, the detainee was asked whether he preferred to witness the indigency penalty, or impose it himself. He was not cooperative. Penalty was imposed by agents on scene.

3yo female: Single gunshot to back of head, resulting in death.

8yo female: Subject rushed to aid of 3yo and was restrained. Suffocation by boot on throat.

5yo female: Subject protested loudly. Initial nightstick blow to face for quiet, continued blows to head resulting in death.
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 No.16876

Oh my, perhaps you can do more?

 No.17444

Thank you for the encouragement. This isn't my usual style, except for the pregnant "offender". But I'm glad you enjoyed it.

 No.17446

>>17444
I honestly loved it, was just hoping you could do more with genital destruction lol. Especially with a pregnan victim…

 No.17448

>>17444

Good story, cynical and impersonal. Victims a little too young for me but the each his own.

 No.17449

After Action Report

Date: 12/08/25
Location: Houston, TX
Responding Officer: SRT Agent Team Lead D. Saurez, SRT Agent T. Mellow, SRT Agent R. Haley, SRT Agent V. Spinelli

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Initial deportation order served by ICE Agent S. Rawlins to family of illegal immigrants residing in 445 Avenue K, Magnolia Park. Upon recieving deportation papers, a Hispanic male became agitated and pulled a handgun, fatally wounding Agent Rawlins and injuring her partner, Agent D. Mendoza. Agent Mendoza pulled Agent Rawlins behind the cover of their vehicle and called for backup.

SRT arrived via helicopter within 5 minutes, fast roping down and surrounding residence. Verbal orders were given to surrender any weapons inside the house and peacefully exit the house. Helicopter received rifle fire, and SRT Agent R. Haley manned the M134 from the door and opened fire on the residence for a duration of 4 seconds.

SRT Agents Saurez, Mellow, and Spinelli entered the residence. Upon entrance, they confirmed the deaths of a 45 year old Hispanic male, the patriarch of the household, a 34 year old Hispanic female, the mother. Both were killed by multiple 7.62x51mm GSWs to the upper torso and head. After clearing the ground floor, they descended into the basement, where they found two 13 year old Hispanic females. After a physical altercation, both females were stripped of clothing and thoroughly searched and inspected for hidden weapons. None were found, but Agent Mellow neutralized both females with a single 9x19mm round to the back of the head after one bit his arm, drawing blood.

Conclusion:
SRT Team Lead D. Saurez requested that more training budget be allocated to helicopter gunner range time.


 No.16375[Reply]

It was the second hour the of the schools first ever school shooter drill and the 19 year old substitute teacher was begining to grow concerned about her class of 23 2nd graders. She had only been a teacher's assistant up until this point, but today she was asked to sub for an elderly teacher who was apparently having hip surgery

She now doubted that was the case as the drill entered its third hour. The point of the drill was to test new protocols and systems to protect students in case of a school shooter. The primary protocol was a complete lockdown of classrooms. The teacher had first thought this was a great idea! It would potentially save the lives of students and allow the authorities to deal with the danger without putting children in danger

However an hour later and she realized the drill was a little too intense…and someone in charge didn't account for the near constant need of 7 year olds to use the bathroom!

The first request had came an hour and half in from darling little girl in little red shorts and a white shirt with a big sunflower on it, she didn't realize then, but the moment the girl asked a wave of squirming overtook the class and every few minutes a student would come to her asking to use the bathroom. Unfortunately the the doors were locked and she had no idea when the drill was do to end…she had little choice but to tell the kids to just 'hold it' a little longer.

Nearing the third hour and some of the children were quivering, apparently in dire need of relief and the teacher began to worry about the fallout that would follow when the kids began to piss themselves one by one. The crying and screaming, laughter and teasing.

She would utterly lose control of the class! Let alone when the next kid did it, or the next or…god for bid when any of them shit their pants! Christ! The teacher began to look around desperately hoping to find some sort of solutions to the kids ever worsening problem. There was little in the small classroom that could help and before she settled on a solution that was better than just picking a corner she felt a tug on her sleeve from a different little girl clad in denim overalls, a look of distress on her face as she squirmed. Her legs clamped tightly together.

"I can't hold it anymore…I gotta go bad! Miss…please" the little girl pleaded

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 No.16959

The little girl shifted slightly, closing her legs somewhat around the sides of the bucket, the hefty mass in her panties caused them to slide further down. The waistband not quite enough to hold the large dump around her butt. They hung, just barely around the thickest part of the little girls ass with the help of her still spread legs. His she stepped away from the bucket they would fall down completely.

The teacher groaned with annoyance and grabbed a few dozen napkins. She slid them across the floor for a moment, wiping up the urine the girl had pissed onto the floor. Leaving the girl standing over the bucket. She then turned her eyes over to the girl, who was smiling innocently.

She was a sweet girl…but definitely a bit dumb. The teacher knew that it was up to her to get this girl cleaned up…which wasn't something she was quite ready to do, but her panties would come off any second now, leaving poop splattered on the floor and her filthy ass smearing shit all over her dress. The other kids would surely notice the stench…not to mention her parents.

"Alright Sophie…lets get you cleaned up" the teacher said reluctantly as she took hold of the girl's sundress and pulled it up, exposing the girl's sagging panties.

"Hold your dress up" she ordered the girl, who promptly took hold of it. The teacher then looked down at the filthy panties. Considering how she could remove them without having to touch them or risk spilling shit out on the floor. An idea came quickly and the teacher turned to her desk and pulled out a pair of scissors from the drawer.

She then carefully tugged at the side of the panties around the girls legs, sliding them down as far as they would go, stretching the fabric until it was tight around Sophie's thighs, the heap of light brown shit piled into the seat visible from just under Sophie's little bald peach. The little girl's pussy glistened with wetness from her urine.

The teacher made a sour face, the stench of the girls shit in open air was rather foul, even compared to the rest of the filth waiting below in the bucket. She moved in and carefully cut one part of the waistband, the the other. Freeing the filthy panties from the girls legs and causing them to fall into the bucket with a loud wet plop. The heap of shit stood atop the rest, peaking out of the urine, whatever clean parts of the panties remained was quickly soaked with thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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>>16959
> The teacher stared before the girl's asshole opened up and loosed a sharp crackling fart. Her little sphincter vibrating as she passed gas right in her teacher's face.


That girl has effective chemical defense system against pedo teachers LOL

 No.17419

can we expect more soon?

 No.17442

Maybe…but it seems interest in this story has faded. Perhaps people want something new?

 No.17443

>>17442
I think yes, you can move to another story without any harm here.
But to be more consistent you could add some quick ending
Like how the drill ends and teacher is left with the bucket of poo. LOL
or maybe you have some more funny ideas

For the next time, maybe you could write something about boy and girl or 2 girls getting in the usual embarrassing situation ;)


 No.16753[Reply]

Kate was a beautiful 20 year old girl with dark hair, blue eyes and pale unblemished skin. She was short and thick standing around 5’3” with wide hips and a long torso. Her belly button was low on her body and her torso made a beautiful arc from her hairless vagina up to her large almost D cup breasts.

She had grown up strict and was out on her own now. She lived in a small single wide trailer and quickly put her newfound privacy to work. She had been focused sexually on her own body for years. As a little girl she loved playing doctor and pretending to be wounded. She loved the idea of squirming in pain. As her teenage years came and went she realized she was asexual. She never cared for boys and she certainly wasn’t attracted to women. She had developed quite an addiction to masturbating throughout high school.

As she gained her independence she realized she could use her body and her addiction to make money. She was raking in money as a cam girl with her striking features. Over time she started doing more and more fetish videos. She would pour hot wax into her deep belly button or push scissors into herself enough to draw blood. Eventually she found Fetnoir and fantasy snuff producers. She did a few videos for some American producers as a model and loved the role of being shot or stabbed.

One day she awoke to a message in her inbox from a new film producer. She hadn’t heard of them before but they money they offered was very good. Better still, the location was in her state. She had never heard of someone offering this kind of money for custom work, but it did say it was going to be “involving.” Never one to turn down a challenging role, she agreed to meet them that weekend at their studio.

She pulled up to the address that they gave her. It was an old warehouse in a shady part of town between two sets of rail road tracks. She walked down the narrow alley way to the entrance. She tried the door but it was locked so the girl knocked on the door. After the second knock the door buzzed and lurched open. She looked up at a CCTV camera above the door and gave a shy smile and wave.

A man in a suit greeted her and led her to a small office area. It was lavish compared to the way the building looked from the road. A thick mahogany desk sat in the center of the room, and behind it an older woman in her early 60s in a business suit. Her blonde hair was in an up Do from 30 years prior. She clicked her fingernailsPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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 No.16783

Very good story as always, I’m a huge fan of your work, I’ve written a couple of similar stories myself just with a little more focus on the belly button

 No.17436

I always love new content. You should post some of them.


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 No.17368[Reply]

Vacation in hell (FMg/F+, rape, torture, snuff, nc, feet, zoo, scat, pee, extreme, cannibalism, gore, vomit)

Do not expect too much from this story, only some simple extremities about the torture and murder of sexy ladies.

Disclaimer
This story involves quite a lot of horrible activities. In most case they are done in a non-consensual, unhealthy, insane, destructing, disrespectful, politically- and socially incorrect ways. If you do not like to read such things, I strongly advise you to stop here and now.

This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their author. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of my readers as well. However, I do not condone, approve or recommend the acts I describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home!

No animal got harmed during the writing of this story.





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 No.17369

nd were fighting there. The whips beat them without break as they were kicking, biting the other. When finally Jane managed to touch me there were no more connection between the girls. Jane bit the tip her own tongue off during the race, the mutilated bloody flesh was still attached to Syl's halfway teared pussy lips. Both of Syl's big toes were broken and one of the ring was teared from one of them. She was laying about 2 metres away, unconscious with bleeding tongue and lips, bruised swollen tits, bleeding pussy and feet. One of her nipples was gone, it was chained still to Janes toe, the other Syl-nipple was just teared open. Jane wasn't in better shape, but she was the winner. For Victoria's call guards came in, they grabbed Syl's still beautifull body and pulled her out from the room.

Jane was led out by Victoria from the room too, I stayed there with Angel and Kim. I took part in the next hour in the most wild sex act I could had imagined. I was tied on my back onto a big bed, of course I had strong death fear but for my luck they didn't want to torture me this time, only wanted me to help them. If I didn't look at Maria's corpse or didn't think about that Kim was only 10 that was the most enjoyable part of my visit in the castle. I was licking pussies almost all the time and had mine licked or fisted, no extremely brutal act happened, only passionate sex. I didn't cum or even enjoyed it although I was wet, but for my luck they didn't recognized it and they loved each other on the top my body.

After the sex I was degraded into a horse, I had to walk on my fours with Kim on my back while Angel led me. It was a very long walk, at the end I was so tired that almost fall under Kim, but as we left the building and I saw the crowd on the castle yard I understood that something important was to happen. We went to the stables.

Syl's eyes were full of tears and fear when we arrived to back of the stables. I could understand her. She was sitting on the ground with stretched legs, one ankle was chained to a tree in one metre high, the other was chained to the harness of tha stallion I sucked the day before. The chains were very loose of course, but I was sure they were to stretched soon. All of the guests were all around, I was forced to kneel before Angel and Kim. Jane was with Victoria and the King, after the torments she suffered earlier that day she was in bad condition, but still alive. I could see that she lost all of her teeth,Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.17330[Reply]

I don't know if harassment it's the correct tag (It's not rape but however…) and if the title is grammatically correct.

Anyway, enjoy the story!

A Witch Less in the World

Marta was 16 yo, brown curly hair, a pair of jeans and a light blue sweater. She was home alone, her parents were at work and she had recently returned from school. She was in the living room, lying on the sofa, tv on, cell phone in hand. She didn't notice that someone had entered the house. A man entered in the living room and pointed a gun at her and shouting:

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?" He was about 30 yo but he showed more, eyes wide with anger, ripped clothes.

Marta, surprised, raised her hands in surrender.

"STAND UP!" She obeyed trembling "Tell me what the fuck are you doing in my house!"

"Thi… this is my house, I live here…"
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 No.17339

>>17330
Loved this too, and it does remind me of Bloodlust's work.

I think the title is correct enough, though I would probably say "One Less Witch in the World." But I'm being picky again. Thinking about it more, it really should be "fewer", not "less", but that ruins the impact. And "One Fewer Witch" sounds wrong to me. Maybe someone with glasses who knows about "words and stuff" can help.

Harassment doesn't seem quite strong enough… Maybe Assault? Murder? Torture? Brutalization?

Anyway, those are minor considerations. The grammar is way better than your first story. Looking forward to more!

 No.17340

Thanks both. I checked better the grammar this time. I want to write a prequel and a final part for this if I manage to have enough different ideas. I'm thinking to create a single thread and update it, I don't like to create too much threads.

 No.17353

He should have shot her in the pussy tbh

 No.17354

>>17353

Sorry, pussy shots are not my thing

 No.17361

Great short story! And I agree with Bloodlust. Who I'm also a fan of his stories.
Shooting scenes are my favorite as well. Hope to read more from you!


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