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 No.8950[Reply]

Tags: unspecified/f, watersports, non-con, slice of life

This story picks up one Thursday in May. It was just after dinner, before dessert.

It'd been about six hours since I last checked on her, the girl that lives in the basement. I shut the blinds in the kitchen and headed down to her home.

* * *



Only a nightlight cast its faint glow into the darkness. I flicked a switch to turn on some old fluorescent lights in the ceiling. The noises and light elicited a tiny squeak from over where she stood, on the right side of the room. There she was.

She was exactly where I saw her last, with her childish figure against the wall, facing it. She had been standing there, nude, occupying that same spot for the majority of the past four days. I locked the door behind me and made my way down the stairs.

She couldn't move from the position I left her in when I last visited, during my lunch break. A tube with a clip on the end was tied to a hook above her head. The tube extended down, between her legs, and into her urethra. Inside, a balloon kept the end from slipping out. She could not sit or lie down---with any deviation from standing, and the balloon and tube would uncomfortably pull and chafe her crotch. A pair of handcuffs on her thin wrists locked her arms behind her back. She could not reach around herself to tamper with the catheter apparatus or to soothe her aching genitals.

She pressed her knees against each other and leaned them painfully against the hard concrete wall of the basement. Her feet hurt even worse. She curled her toes and stood on the outer edges of her feet, temporarily to let the other areas of her soles rest. She kept her head down, with her forehead touching the wall. Droplets of cold sweat had formed on her back from stress.

As I came in, she turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. She squinted from the jarring brightness. Her pupils shrank down to adjust, after which she opened her eyes to look at me again. She looked sad. I don't think she'd given up hope that her parents will show up and take her home.

Some of her hair was stuck messily to her face from the sweat. She was breathing heavily through her nose. A shiny metal ring in her mouth forced her jaw open, and a heavy leathery patch covered her mouth. This kept her from potentially disturbing the neighbors in case she cried out. A strap that looped behind her head held both of these implements secPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.17247

>>9487

Wow, was this you on NPR just now?
hxxps://www.npr.org/2019/08/02/747476419/polar-photographer-shares-his-view-of-a-ferocious-but-fragile-ecosystem

 No.17297

A really nice story i enjoyed reading it. You looking to finish the Story?

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 No.17301

>>17247
Nope, I do scuba dive though, so I'm familiar with hopping into chilly waters!

 No.17309

I love excessive cruelty, and just had to chime in that I enjoyed how well-written this was, as well as the meta humor.


 No.17289[Reply]

The day it happen.

Bisection, lesbienne, gore, sex

I was going to see my newest date, oh my name is Mia, and my date is Sarah. We was going to meet up in this old building that she owns.

Before getting there I did a warm up, I inserted an vibro egg, love those things. When I arrived she popped open a bottle of champagne and we just started to drink, and thing could up hot very quickly.

She started to go down to my skirt and in my panties, where she discovered the wet and horny pussy waiting, she looked at me and I ask her to search deep in, she kneed in front of me, I was on the couch, and she started thrusting slowing, licking her fingers, licking my pussy and in few minutes she was deep grasping the egg and drop it in my mouth, and was I love my taste, by joking around i said, I wounder if the taste is the same from the source. She continued licking my pussy and rubbing her pussy.

Suddenly a big crack from the ceiling, bits falling then a big rope just want through me, I felt light, the orgasm was still there but different she looked at me holding my hips, then she drop then on the fall, I looked at my hips, i wasn't crying just felt light one of my hand was still on my ti, playing with it, twisting it, she was looking at me, and still had her hand down her pussy.

I told her that I didn't want to die, she stood up, I looked at her sex wet, dripping, when she arrive at next to she sat down, I drop on her hips, she told that she is here, I felt the wet form her pussy behind my neck, i ask her to touch my tits, and she did, I ask her to show me my lower half, she pulled it toward her.

See told me it's still shining of com, it's still smell good, she lean towards it and pick it up, my legs was hanging, my pussy facing her and I can see it from above my head, i started to lower my hand just like i would to start and finger myself but there it was, above me, she put my pussy down in front of me with me legs open, she take one of my hands and started to finger my pussy with it.
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 No.17290

I watch way too much horror - "my wet and horney pussy" conjured up Lovecraftian images for me!

 No.17291

Man I wish I could have seen him live his era


 No.14053[Reply]

These are stories I've posted on my inkbunny account, but think are sufficiently gorey enough to also be worth posting here. The first story introduces the setting of Club Meat Grinder, the second and third stories going into how the two characters from the tour are snuffed. All in all it's about 30,000 words of nearly nonstop furry cub snuff, every 'victim' eagerly consenting to their fate. Enjoy.

Taking the Tour


(loli/shota/cub, snuff, consensual, futa, beheading, bathroom, asphyxiation, dolcett, electrocution, castration, abortion, urethral play)



In an alley between two of the tallest skyscrapers rising from the heart of downtown, two pedestrians turn off a main road, silhouetted against the light of a streetlamp as they gaze down into the dim, dank environment. They are smaller than most out tonight, a pair of young children out past their bedtime, looking excited and anxious to have found what they've braved the darkness to reach.

As they take their first short steps down the alley, the crunch of bottle glass beneath one of their shoes draws the attention of a bear standing midway down the alley. His shaggy head turns towards them, arms folded and expression impassive as he watches them approach, looking them over with a professional interest.

From the shapes of their shadows stretching down the alley, it was clear both were girls, height indicating neither could be much older than ten. Walking with synchronized steps, the shorter of the two leaned against the other, both of them coming into clearer view as they passed through a pool of lamplight.

The first child was shorthaired canine of a particularly unintimidating breed, fur colored in splotches of clean white and warm brown. Demure, she pressed close and held onto the arm of her friend, eyes looking down. Something about her very bearing suggested submissiveness, like she were simply showpiece putting herself on display, waiting for someone to tell her what to do. Her clothes were exaggeratedly feminine, making up for her prepubescent body with a tantalizing pink dress. The thin fabric clung tightly to her, conforming so perfectly to her budding breasts and soft stomach that it seemed like it had been painted on. A single stud gleamed dimly in one velvety ear, high heels clicking softly against the pavement as she walked. With her slight figure, just a shade too filled out to be called thin, she seemed Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.15499

Kara's Snuffing
*(loli/cub, snuff, consensual, female, flaying, drugging, amputation, watersports, extreme masochism, nullo, scat, beheading, head fucking)*


Kara stepped onto the uppermost balcony of Club Meat Grinder with a cool expression on her reptilian face, acid colored eyes sweeping the options on offer in the three areas surrounding her. She saw the distant figures of children and adults as they cavorted and coupled, the former eventually falling still as their lives were taken for the enjoyment of both. She heard the Grinder in its central pit far below churning and whirring invitingly, obliterating the flesh of used up cubs that fell down into its merciless blades. She felt the humid warmth of the air, smelled the scents of hot gore and constant sex. Taking it all in, she wore a mask of mild boredom, seemingly unimpressed.

Appearing uninterested, the young girl moved no further into the club, not even approaching the inner edge of the balcony and its tempting views into the deeper levels. Instead of acting as most cubs would and eagerly continuing forward, she stopped and waited with arms crossed, long tufted tail making a circle about her feet as taloned toes tapped impatiently upon the tiles.

The tiny click of sharp claws upon the floor continued to count out the seconds for nearly half a minute, the child impassive as she waited. Then, from a hidden alcove just beside the entrance, a black and white face slowly slid out to peek at the little raptoress, expression somewhat perplexed. The child's lean little body twisted towards the movement, fixing the emerging panda woman with a casually contemptuous glare. Her foot went still, arms unfolding to expose more of her pale-scaled chest.

"You're the help, I presume," the girl said peremptorily. A moment passed as she considered the tour guide, unimpressed by what she saw. Lin had emerged fully from her hiding place, seeming to accept that this was the introduction she was getting. Eventually, the child seemed to reach a decision. "You may assist me, then."

Mildly bemused, Lin smiled, offering out her hand for the raptoress to take.

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 No.15539

Can't figure out the new formatting, would appreciate some help so I can do proper headers in the future.

Xan and Xandria's Snuffing
(loli/shota/cub, incest, pregnant, spitting, dolcett, consensual snuff, beastiality, impalement, amputation, gutting, chainsaw, abortion, beheading, neckfucking)

Xan and Xandria's tails twined together in an intimate helix as they walked side by side, twin blue-scaled faces wearing matching grins as they reveled in the sights of the Club. Half-listening to the tour the guide was delivering, they trailed behind the panda woman while looking for things they liked, pointing them out to each other so they could share their perverse appreciation.

Despite their eagerness, the twin dragons' pace was moderate as they made their way, slowed down by swell of Xandria's belly. The dragon girl's hands anxiously stroked and cradled the late pregnancy as she carried herself along, all too eager for the ruin that would come to her body and its passenger. The child was Xan's, of course. On the day that they'd finally decided to come to Club Meat Grinder they'd made it in a blaze of passion, spending half a day and night thoroughly ensuring the conception.

Ever since then their lives had been a nearly ceaseless buildup of anticipation, constantly teasing and fucking each other while their baby grew. Night after night the masochistic dragon twins would giggle and moan to each other about what they would do, what would be done to them once they were here.

And now, they were.

Lin spoke her spiel on autopilot as she lead them through the paces, familiar enough with her job to know when the cubs were looking more than listening. The two children whispered to each other every so often when they passed through a quadrant, quietly deliberating the best way to die. Of course, their basis for judging their options was obvious: Which area offered them the best simultaneous snuff?

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 No.15545

The whole series is simply amazing. Even if I'm not into furry or futa, I'm still enjoying it a lot. The whole idea of such a club, the creativity through its various areas, the eagerness of the participants combined with their young age. But that last one chapter was beyond everything else. Can there even be anything sexier than twins? To be together with someone from birth, no, actually, from the very conception, it's the most intimate relationship imaginable. Nothing makes me happier than seeing the characters carry this relationship through their life… and to their death. I could hardly get any sleep this night as after reading this chapter the vivid images of twins lovingly dying together kept haunting me through the night making my heart beat like crazy. It reminded me why I love guro in the first place. As much fun as death and gore are, what really matters is the love behind them. And this masperpiece really made me feel it. Bravo!

 No.15546

>>15545

Thank you, I am glad you appreciate my stories. Content for any gore or snuff fetish, especially consensual, is all too rare. I do what I can to increase the amount that is out there.

I'm not particularly inclined towards furry myself, but it is the community that the bulk of my commissions come from, and it does allow for some creative characters..

 No.17245

Akela's Snuffing
(scat, watersports, cub, consensual, snuff, futa, shota, choking, inflation, popping, incest)

Akela's body began to tremble as he took the final steps into Club Meat Grinder, anticipation sharpening as his canine nose inhaled the uniquely scented air. The padding of his paws upon the floor slowed as he savored it, sniffing deeply and picking out the flavors he particularly prized. Scat, urine, sweat and cum stood out among the melange of general gore and sex, his small cock responding strongly as they soaked into his brain. Standing stiff from between his legs his few inches of shaft throbbed and spurted copious clear precum, happiness and excitement filling him up further with each inhalation while his hips and ass jiggled from the force of his wagging tail.

"Steady there, little guy!" A voice from nearby made the wolf pup turn, ears flopping over his face. A young panda woman approached with a smile, the branded words on her torso marking her as club staff. She touched him affectionately as she came nearer, scritching the top of his head. "You puppies are always so eager, it's cute. My name's Lin, I'm here to help you find whatever you're looking for. Would you like to go on a tour of the place?"

Having to hold back to keep from drooling, the wolf pup took a moment to respond.

"Thanks, but it's okay. I'm only going to the one place." He pointed across the floor of the club they were on, indicating the quadrant on the opposite side of the ring balcony. "That's where the Bathrooms are, right? I'm gonna meet my mom there."

Looking across with him, Lin's eyebrows raised slightly.

"Really? Well, that's unusual." Akela felt a twinge of worry at her tone, the tour guide noticing the emotion on his face. She clarified, reassuring him with a smile. "Not against the rules or anything, it's just that most of the time when families meet here they tend to prefer the other areas. Film Studio especially, they love to have a memoir of their children's final moments. Here, how about I take you over? It's a short walk, but best to be safe."

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 No.17144[Reply]

Already post it on Reddit. I'm not a good writer and I don't speak english very well. Anyway I hope someone likes it!

Kim is a lonely girl, pale skin, long brown hair and big blue eyes. She is 21 years old, she likes reading: books, manga, comics, for her it’s the same. Unfortunately, her peers don’t have her weakness for reading so she hasn’t friends. For this reason, when Monika, the newcomer girl, proposes her a girl night at her home, Kim accepted immediately. Monika is a beautiful girl, black hair up to the shoulder, fringe. She approached Kim apparently without reason. She is also passionate of books, in few days they became friends.

Evening starts with a pizza at Monika’s home, they are alone. Kim wears a dark green t-shirt, very large for her. It’s a warm night and she doesn’t wear trousers, only a pair of underwear hidden under the shirt. Monika wears a light pajamas, light pink which highlights a shapely body. The two girls are chatting all evening, they watch a film on Nextflix, Monika show to her friends her library, she reads her an excerpt of Rant, her favourite books. Evening flows nicely, the two girls joke, eat and drink a little. Kim feels that she might have finally found a friend!
It’s the one o’clock, Kim begins to be tired. She looks around but Monika is not here, maybe she is in the kitchen. She get up to go to the bathroom. The door is at the end of the corridor, she walks humming a silly song. She is almost at the door when Monika come out from an adjacent room and rushes against her banging her against the wall. Kim feels a severe pain in the stomach. The other girl takes a step back, Kim feels something get out of her abdomen, she doesn’t understand what is it until she sees Monika with a long knife a knife stained with blood in her hand. She laughs. The left hand is in her pants moving slowly. Kim looks down, she sees blood, a lot of blood, a deep wound in her flesh. The girl trembles, mouth and eyes wide open, looking at who she thought was a friend.

“Beautiful! Very beautiful! The knife that penetrates into the flesh! What a wonderful feeling Kim! You should see your look now!”

“Please, you do…”

“Aw, sorry! I forgot a thing!” she hits her again, a deep stab above the right breast. Kim is terrified, she can't hold back the pee and a warm trail runs down her leg. She would like to move but the pain is too much and she slides along the wall un to the ground. Monika watches her Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.17204

>>17203
Yes, I did mention the sudden change of tense and the pronoun / dialog tag thing in the email. Those things jumped out at me too. Ha! I even said the same thing about it being resolved in the context… I actually spent 2 hours going through the story line-by-line, so I probably gave more feedback than was strictly necessary. But it's a great little story, and I thought it was worth it.

BTW, when is Julie going to get dieded / demised again? I don't know if I mentioned it before, but you're one of my absolute favourite guro authors.

 No.17205

Hey, thanks, man. I appreciate that. I'm not sure when I'll finish something new. I took a break and didn't write much of anything for a few months, and just over the last couple days inspiration struck and I got back into it a little, but it comes and goes. I also have trouble sticking to one story. I have like six different stories in the works, some of which I haven't touched in a year or more, and another dozen in my head floating around, evolving, trying to come out.

 No.17206

>>17205
Wow that's incredible! I have enough trouble with just one story tbh.

 No.17207

Fanmode ON

Bloodlust, I read your Julie stories and I loved them (and love her, every time I don't know if I want to see her die slaughtered or live happy), I'm very glad you like it. Probably it's the best snuff collection I read (and outmatch also a lot of normal literature). "Webseries" gave me chills for two days. I can confirm, we have very similar kinks (less guts for me) and a similar victim preference.
I have a story with a "Julie" that I could post if it's not a problem.

Fanmoxe OFF

Thanks for the tips and I hope in another Julie misadvendture soon

 No.17211

Thank you, OfixN. I’m really glad you enjoy my stuff. Of course you can post a story about Julie. I’d love that.

The best advice I could probably give you about writing is if you enjoy it, keep at it. The only way to get better at writing is to keep writing.


 No.17201[Reply]

My second translated story, faster than I thought. I hope my grammar has improved and that the tense it's adeguated.

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INTERRUPTION OF STUDIES



“Hurry up Lu or we’ll miss the train”

Michela was 19yo, long hair, auburn, with a single blonde lock. She wore a green sweater and a white jacket. Lucia plodded behind her, shorter than her friend, black bobbed hair, a nice round face, a black coat closed with a zip. They were at the train station, it was october, both had just begun the university. Best friends since middle school, they attended high school together and finally they enrolled at the same university. Both had a handbag with a couple of recently started notebooks.

“We're on time, don't get upset!”

“Get a move on!”

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 No.17202

Obviously, thanks to Squunch that helped me with my grammar


 No.17132[Reply]

ok so i had idea for storys 1 were disney chefs from chef mikey cooks little toddlers and little boys another ide was disney charecters snuffing them but when they get hugged they get regeneration powers


i cant write stories so if somebody wants to take the task look forward to seeing it non sexual just affection for the kids
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 No.17151

>>17150
If you're not going to bother with an effort and writing your own stories, don't make a thread on /lit/, make a thread on /req/.

 No.17152

>>17151
*making an effort

 No.17178

>>17151
Harsh, but fair.

OP, you can write stories, and IMO you should give it a go. Consider the benefits:

1. It'll improve your writing, which will improve your thinking too.

2. It'll improve your self confidence, because you're learning a skill.

3. You'll learn many things about yourself.

4. You'll learn something about other people, and the generosity of strangers.

5. You'll no longer be a rather sad, needy individual that relies on others to do your bidding, but instead you'll be taking your destiny into your own hands.

This may all seem a bit strong, but I'm speaking from experience. I was in the same situation, couldn't find stuff that interested me, so decided to have a go and write my own (with zero experience), and it's been 100% positive for me.

 No.17181

>>17132
If you manged to write this "request" you should be capable to write story as well.

Also this is not relay even an idea but actually story itself, idea is when you invent some kind of plot to justify logic of the story so that it becomes predictable.
it is not enuogh to give idea what characters are doing you need to tell why they are doing it. only when we know what is their goal we can write a story how they achieve that goal.

 No.17186

I agree with Squunch and Onix - have a stab at it yourself! Stories on here don't have to be works of high literature :) Just have fun and see how it goes!


 No.17114[Reply]

Tit Butchery by Bill (a debreasting story)
 "Hey girls, where are we going for lunch today?" called out the tanned brunette as she intercepted her two friends on their way out the door of the office.

"Hi Tai, we're going down to the butchery and Liria is having her tits chopped off for my lunch." The slender, asian Liria nodded and blushed as Tai ogled her plump breasts.

"Wow, you too Liria? I'm going to have my boobs butchered today." Tai cupped her big breasts and gave them a squeeze.

"Hee hee, this is going to be great fun for me to watch then isn't it girls? Come one, let's go. I want to watch you two get your tits chopped off." Tammy's spunky black hair shook as she giggled and led Tai and Liria out of the office.

Liria eyed Tai's firm bust as they were dragged to the butchery by the pale Tammy. "What's the occasion for giving yourself to the butchery Tai?"

"Oh, I bet my boobs in a game of poker last night and lost out. So, all the gals from the game are waiting for me to fill in my end of the deal and get hacked up."

"That's a bummer! I lost mine gambling to Tammy yesterday so I'm paying up now."

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 No.17133


Barbecue Sister 1

Elizabeth, a beautiful little 18 year old girl and her wicked step-brother
Tommy and his evil friend Gary, both 20, were all driving up to their remote
family summer cabin deep in the woods. After a long journey, Elizabeth says
"Where is Mom and Dad?" "They won't be arriving - we will be here all alone
and Gary and I are going to teach you a lesson for being so mean to me all
these years" "Yeah, asshole step-brother, so what are you going to do to me?"
"We are going to skin you, cook you and eat you alive!" "Right, asshole,
where's Mom and Dad?" The two boys then grabbed Elizabeth and ripped off all
her clothes. The startled 18-year-old stood naked in the middle of the cabin
living room floor. She was a beautiful 18-year-old girl. She had firm
grapefruit-sized breasts, large for a girl her age. Her body was perfect,
long blood hair, a flat little tummy, long shapely legs, peach fuzz where her
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 No.17134

think we should eat parts of your little pussy lips raw, like "sushi",
before the roast the rest of your body. We have to tenderize the meat. Get up
on the table. They untied her and put her partially skinned body up on the
table. Her de-skinned tits and ass hurt like hell. They laid her down on the
kitchen table and spread her long legs wide. This exposed two pairs of
delicate pussy lips protecting the little 18-year's vagina. One of the boys
found a razor in the bathroom. The frightened 18-year-old spread her legs
wide. They roughly shaved the peach fuzz off Elizabeth's tender vagina lips.
When all of her pubic hair had been removed, it left her voluptuous little
pubic mounds as clean and as smooth as polished alabaster. Then from the
delicate, outer depilated skin, he unfolded her little petals, working with
one pair of lips at a time. He peeled the pliant tissue open, folded it back.
Then her brother took long sewing needles and pinned the tender lips open to
the skin on her thigh. She screamed in agony as he pinned open her tender
parts. When he had done this to both pairs of lips, the textured, rosy inner
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"Before we cook you my sister, we have to push this roasting pole through you
so you can rotate over the coals". Elizabeth's cute little teenage body went
stiff. Lying on her back She sobbed uncontrollably. What were they going to do
to her now? They turned her long legged body over with her cute little skinned
bubble butt in the air. They grabbed the sharp pointed stainless steel pike,
the tip of the impaling pike was then moved upward to poke deeply into the
little girl's cunt. It felt like a huge dildo! Elizabeth's muted scream was
agonizing as she felt the thick skewer pass deep into her tight but recently
fist fucked vagina. Then she felt it a snap as it breaks through her cervix.
The boys carefully moving the impaling spike back and forth to miss her vital
organs. She could feel it pass into and through her intestines. Her screams
were quickly cut short as the pike cut into the pathway from her lungs to her
throat. Her air was cutoff by the pike as it came out her mouth. Her brother
quickly cut a large hole through her throat so she could breath. The impaling
was perfect. The teenager was neatly skewered with the pike entering at her
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Her brother looked his sister directly into her face. Her eyes were closed and
blood dripped down the corners of her mouth where she had bitten through her
lips. He grasped her hair, pulled her head back and shouted into her ear. "Can
you hear me, Sis? Her eyes fluttered open as he splashed more cold water on
her face. She starred into her brother's face. With great difficulty she
managed to speak, They gave her water, but they had to hover close to hear to
hear her shaky voice. "You don't have to kill me anymore. I want to see how
fair I can go with this. Most of the pain is gone now except when you slice
through my muscles. I was going to beg you - Oh God, please, p-l-e-a-s-e, to
let me die. To Kill me, please to kill me" But now I'm awake. She speaks
slowly and softly "It too late to back out now. You gave me some great
stimulants, some acid, great painkillers - I'm floating. Let's get on with
this barbecue, I'm hungry too". The boys fell back in shock! Was she really
willing to participate? This was their dream come true"
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Elizabeth asked for one more hit of acid and painkiller. She became very
philosophical. The three of them had many barbecue memories. Elizabeth's
beautiful firm grapefruit sized breasts, which were actually quite meaty, with
just a little bit of marbled fat. There was intense erotic pleasure from all
three of cutting and eating her breasts. By carefully carved around the perky
dark nipple and areola, and saving these precious pebbles for later in the
meal made everyone excited and that much more special. Saving her bruised
pussy lips, clit and carved out genitals, and sharing her vagina, lips, clit
was a spiritual sharing for all three. Her being able to watch her hard body
being carved into thick juicy steaks and roast cuts and roasting the inner
layers while tasting different portions of her flesh was perfect fantasy.
Elizabeth's thigh and calf meat was the leanest, but all three agreed that
liked the taste the marbled meat carved from the tight little ass. All three
agreed that her butt meat was sinfully delicious. The special sauce had seeped
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 No.10398[Reply]

! -> This story is available in PDF and EPUB with pretty formatting, and is also posted on a couple more story-hosting websites. You can download / view them here:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/0B8DhVA4eIk1XMW1vS3ZWMzR1bDA?usp=sharing



With Season 7 of Game Of Thrones upon us, do you miss the older times when the problems – and the villains – were a bit more “down to Earth”? Lannisters who seemed like the worst people ever in the first season or two, Ramsay with his penchant for flaying and mind games, and, of course...

Joffrey “Baratheon” and his obsession with crossbows.

I used to write stories here on Gurochan before, under a different name, but it’s been a very long time since I’ve completed anything. This story is an attempt to recreate the events that were mentioned – but not shown on screen – in an episode from Season 3, namely the unfortunate demise of Ros and the hands of Joffrey. I originally wanted to write this right away, way back in 2013 when the episode aired, but life always seemed to be getting in the way. The story survived two major rewrites since its inception and lots of editing, and finally now I consider it finished. Better late than never, eh? :)

It ended up being quite “moody” – it has a long buildup and explores the warping of minds of both the victim and the sadist – but rest assured, it gets as violent as you expect it to be if you remember that scene. It’s mostly written from the victim’s POV, but occasionally switches to the POV of the torturer. It’s almost 16K words long, which translates to about 1-2 hours of reading. It was written without any explicit chapters in mind and is probably best consumed in one sitting for maximum immersion, but it’s split into 8 natural “parts” if you need to put it down for a while.

You don’t need to be familiar with Game Of Thrones to read it, nor do you need to remember Season 3 in detail. There’s a brief memo below, and the story has all the necessary exposition.

I hope you enjoy it! Let’s see if you identify with the sadistic King, or sympathize with his victim.

Disclaimer



“Chaos Is A Ladder” is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or events is entirely coincidental.

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 No.11080

>>10410
While this one isn't from me, there's a story about Arya that someone else posted a few days ago, and I found it to be quite good. Short and on point.

For some reason I can't post a direct link to the thread, but hopefully this will work:
>>10999
Otherwise, look for "No-One (Game of thrones)" in the /lit/ list.

 No.16328

I haven't visited Gurochan in many months and wasn't even aware that it moved to .cx… I recall that there was a spam wipe of /lit/ at some point and that my Chaos Is A Ladder fell off the board due to that. I wanted to re-post it now that Gurochan is alive and now that the GOT finale is upon us, but would you look at this, the thread is actually still here!

So, I'm shamelessly bumping my own old stuff I guess, but with the series finale happening now, maybe you'll enjoy this trip down the memory lane to the simpler times when Joffrey was having fun torturing a prostitute with crossbow shots.

At the very least, this story has better writing than the current season, if I dare say so myself. :P

 No.16329

This is far, far better than the shit D&D have written. Thank you for this. Btw there are only 10 minutes from last episode, really don't want to see it ;p

 No.17110

Despite all its nudity, I never found Game of Thrones to be a sexy show, and I was never really attracted to any of the characters. Ygritte and Jon were a cute couple, but that was about it.

The world building has some hot situations though. I think the misadventures of a slavegirl in Qaarth would be good to read. Maybe magic is involved, or permanent bondage, both things we know are in the realm of possibility there because Dany was threatened with them. Maybe someone less fortunate than her finds herself harvested, either her flesh (she is slowly dissected and each valuable part of her is prepared and packaged for sale before her eyes), or her sexual energy (bound on a bed and used to produce aphrodisiacs), or some magical source inside her (chained in the dark and forgotten). She's stolen from her free life and used up somehow, in an afternoon or a few months or a lifetime, one more disposable luxury for Qaarth's elites.

 No.17111

>>17110
>slavegirl
>free life

I wasn't paying attention :p
Either one is hot though.


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This is my first story, so feedback is appreciated.

Obviously I don't advocate this stuff in real life, all a fantasy, etc. etc.

The Lesson

By Cuntbasher

It was a hot afternoon and the school gym had been filled with chairs for a whole school assembly. The few boys stood out, with their harems of favourites competing for seats next to them, but after a few minutes the students quietened down, and the principal began to speak.

“I have decided that it is time that some of you learned a harsh lesson about the world you live in” declared Mr Arnell. He glanced at his notes, held up by a kneeling 14 year old girl, and continued.

“Some of you girls are under the impression that just because you are pretty, you do not need to apply yourselves to your studies. You think that your bodies will ensure that you sell for a high price to a good bidder, and you will live long and happy lives, maybe even becoming someone’s wife. I am here to tell you that you couldn’t be more wrong.”

He made eye contact with several girls whom he felt could benefit from this message before continuing. “For every man in our society there are hundreds of women, and I promise girls that none of you is as sexy as you think you are. Without applying yourselves to being the best fucktoys you can be, you will be lucky to be sold as anything other than mince. Even roasters need to be able to entertain their butcherers while they wait for a spit or an oven; the truly inept are just shaved and thrown in the mincer”.
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 No.17079

Sally, I mean!

 No.17094

Next Week
(Inspiration for Sally’s outfit: https://scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com/vp/2248bdb7c84e1119c98e2f16b18d7802/5DC26969/t51.2885-15/e35/47694567_2252130451672266_1962999021429248010_n.jpg?_nc_ht=scontent-frt3-2.cdninstagram.com&se=7&ig_cache_key=MTk1NjkzODMwODcwMjk2MTM0OQ%3D%3D.2&_nc_ig_catcb=1)

Sally skipped out of her parent’s house as she left for her date with George, heading to the boys dormitories at the school where he was staying over the holidays.

She had seen George most days the last week, and was still in a daze that he had chosen to fuck her; with four older sisters who had all hit puberty running she had always felt like the ugly duckling, and since even her father spent too much time on her sisters to so much as finger her she had begun to fear that she would be sold for dogfood while still a virgin. Now though, George was filling her up several times a day and Becky was always there to suck his loads out of her cunt and asshole, which never failed to make Sally cum again.

George had been hinting that tonight would be special, and so she had spent the last few hours picking out a cute outfit, with a spare in case he ripped off her clothes again – that had been a long and humiliating bus ride home the first time it happened. She was dressed in a frilly white off-shoulder shirt and a cute black leather skirt her father had made for her as a gift when he snuffed her mother, along with heels high enough that her cunt and ass were at the right height for George to just bend her over and slide in comfortably, without having to bend his knees too much. For makeup she was wearing sparkly lip gloss and rainbow eyeshadow, with a ponytail coming out the top of her head because she knew George liked it when she had a handle.

She smiled as she texted George telling him she was on her way, along with a nude she had taken before getting ready for him to warm up with, and then hurried up the road to the bus stop.

George grinned when he saw Sally’s message and shoved Becky’s head down further onto his cock while he oogled the image. He imagined her spluttering throat was the Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.17098

George is still a jerk - I hope something bad happens to him! Personally I'd have liked Becky to talk Sally round a little, get her kinda excited about being centre-piece of a feast (better than being dog-food after all!) but I know everyone has different "tastes" ;)

 No.17102

My particular kink is probably about as dehumanising as you're likely to find, it is highly unlikely that you'll find much of that in stuff I've written. Basically, if the girl has fun, I don't

 No.17103

Fair enough - just at least let George get food poisining or something? :P


 No.16657[Reply]

"Sign here, please." said the attendant in a monotone voice.

Reduction booths had become all the rage, recently. The ads promised a viscious cycle of sexual pleasure while your body is made useful to humanity, before being disposed at the end of your pre agreed term.

The attendant gave our protagonist a keycard, and pointed down a hallway. The hall smelled like sex and scat.

"This is promising." the 19 year old thought aloud.
"1, 2, 3…" she counted the numbers, and made it to number 12. She stuck her card in the slot, and the door opened. She entered the 2x2 meter room, which immediately closed behind her.

"Welcome to the Farmex™ centre. Please take off all clothes, and put them in the red recepticle along with any personal property." sounded a warm voice that belonged to an older woman over a speaker.

As she began taking off her clothes, the speaker resumed it's prerecorded tutorial.

"If you need to relieve yourself, feel free to do so, as this booth is steriled between uses."

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The ride was long and uncomfortable. There were stops, here and there. The ground becoming a little colder and damper each time, but aside from that it was always the same.

She was taken off of what she'd deemed to be a train, and tied squatting to a post above a hole in the ground. Then while she did what she thought she was supposed to, her gag would be removed, and a rather generous bottle of water would be forced down her throat. She found it all deliciously degrading, but her peers didn't seem to like it as much (judging from the screams and obsceneties that still made their way past her headphones).

After what must have been two days of travel, and most of the country, she was finally taken off of the train.

A far less gentle attendant pulled her up, and the lead through her nose ring was attached to the cuffs of the reduced in front of her, before her cuffs were attached to that of the one behind her.

An outsider would have seen a guy dressed like he was from a paralel universe where cops were surgeons pulling a train of 20 hunched over females with their hands tied to the face of the one behind them.

After a few minutes of walking, the convoy was dismantled, and Seven's whole sensory deprivation rig was removed in favor of a helmet.

As some generic goon strapped her down into what was seemingly an electric chair, she looked around the tiny room she found herself in.

"They sure do love these." she thought to herself
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 No.16911

>>16910
Best one so far!

 No.16930

I love this part ! Continue like that please ! :)

 No.16981

Excellent stuff!

More detail in the future please.

 No.17066

plot twist: she is still a person, she just can't talk! She understands speech after all :D


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