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 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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 No.16910

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


 No.17033[Reply]

A steel caged door clanged a subtle echo within Fuhay's castle dungeon. The form of a small female figure was pulled to her feet and out into the light. Her name was Ameeha, the wife of the king Fuhay, and she was among the last survivors of his family.

Ameeha's daughters had already been executed, Sari and Runa were both mangled to death in the Demon Loya's personal arena. While Loya was now gone, the kingdom was left in turmoil without its former king and it demanded blood.

Ameeha had been found hiding within secret passageways spread throughout the city. She had escaped the siege of the castle by Loya but not the anger of the citizens who were suffering from her husband's disappearance. Now she was to be publically executed for her husband's abandonment of her people.

Ameeha was lead out into the light of a torch, her hands tied together and her body covered only by rags that barely hid her private areas. An old woman stepped forward to examine her unnaturally white hair and looked deep into her blue eyes.

"The people demand justice, Ameeha" the old woman croaked. "Seems like your luck and cleverness have run out. Are you ready for the upcoming display?"

Ameeha stifled and grunted, then looked away with a glare. The old woman simply scoffed. "If you aren't willing to keep your life, so be it. Entertain the people and they'll be happy and content despite a lack of leadership." The old woman beckoned to the civilian guards and they dragged Ameeha by her hands up the steps out of the dungeon.

The guards dragged Ameeha out into the light of early morning in the courtyard of the castle. Ameeha desperately wrestled against the guards but they refused to let her go. Her feet tore against the sandy hard ground to try and pull away and she screamed at the two guards. They gave no response but cold stares.

Ameeha was dragged up to the front gates leading outside into the city. The guards cut the roped binding her hands together and places a wooden beam onto her shoulders instead. The weight of it caused her to waver back and forth as the guards tied her arms to the ends of the beam. They hung a sign around her neck, saying "Blood sacrifice to appease the people".
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 No.9874[Reply]

This time I wrote a Persona 5 story. While my Persona 4 story was mostly cons this one is non-con. Part 1 features Ann and Makoto dying and Part 2 will have Futaba and Haru.

A Heist Gone Wrong



Part 1




Makoto Niijima looked at the other Phantom Thieves that were with her. Ann Takamaki, Haru Okumura and Futaba Sakura were all waiting close to her and chatting. She looked back at the screen of her phone, and read the message from their leader.

“Okay, so apparently none of the guys can come with us today. Since we are all here, I propose we should go check out that Palace we discussed earlier.” As Makoto said that, Futaba interrupted her:

“Should we do that without Joker?” The hacker asked with a concern in her voice.
“Oh please, we will be fine” Ann replied jauntily.
“I’d like to go too, if it’s okay with you.” Haru joined in.
“If you all want to go, then I’ll come with you. You’ll need me to navigate for you.” Futaba smirked and stood up abruptly. “Let’s get going then!”

The four girls quickly made their way towards their target. After entering the Metaverse they magically changed into their usual thief outfits: Ann wore a red leather catsuit, Makoto into her skintight black and blue bodysuit with a metal chest plate, Futaba into her black and green skintight bodysuit and black leggings, while Haru wore a black corset over a pink blouse, purple bloomers and a black pantyhose.

“Everyone, please be careful. We don’t know what’s going to await us in here.” Makoto reminded the others as they walked into the Palace.

The first few rooms didn't cause them any problems - they simply blew through any Shadows in their path.

"I sense the Treasure fairly close to us. A couple more rooms and we should find it." Futaba reported as they entered the next room.

The room was pretty empty, with no shadows inside. In the center of the room there was a table with a vase on it. On the other side, opposite the door they just came through, there was another door. The walls were all empty, without a single ornament on them.

"Might as well grab that case before we go." Ann commented and sprinted towards the table.

"Panther, no!" Makoto shouted with a pang of fear, and Futaba also asked her to stop: "Get back here, Ann!"

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 No.9921

Nice story, and you're welcome.

Looking forward to our next piece. :)

 No.10011

Set to work on our P3 story yet, M?

 No.10060

Anything yet, M?

Apologies if I seem pushy, but I'm really looking forward to working on that thing with you. :)

 No.10370

This is awesome ;)

(Although I am playing the game out of the list of girls I've only met Ann)

Also

https://discord.gg/wCyfqeR

I believe you would love this discord board.

It is where guro artists and fans can share and Enjoy eachother

 No.10371

This is awesome ;)

(Although I am playing the game out of the list of girls I've only met Ann)

Also

https://discord.gg/wCyfqeR

I believe you would love this discord board.

It is where guro artists and fans can share and Enjoy eachother


 No.14880[Reply]

This thread will contain short stories (less than 500 words) about the teen and preteen girls meeting an early end to their lives. Mostly via murder or suicide, but accidental deaths may happen occasionally.

Other people are free to contribute stories; you can make them longer than 500 words if you wish.
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 No.15344

Opportunistic Part 2

17 year old Marina Clifford sprinted down the back alley, panting. She glanced at her watch and cursed. "Late for class again, Mrs. Hillier is gonna kill me!" she groaned as she vaulted over a fence. Her feet smacked into a slightly raised brick and she tripped. The girl gasped as she fell face first into something large.

Balisiphos had been resting in the shade of a back alley when his second meal of the day ran head first into him. He swiftly grabbed hold of the girl and examined her. She was wearing a summer school uniform, white short sleeve blouse and a dark blue skirt, fashionably rolled up above the knees. Her tanned brown skin, running shoes, and firm, fit body pointed to an active lifestyle. Balisiphos grunted in disappointment. The flesh of sports girls and tomboys were a bit too tough for his tastes. However, his hunger overruled his picky tastes.

Marina looked up at the…thing holding her. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She felt the thing's tentacles slip around her torso. It tore open her blouse and skirt, revealing large G-cup breasts held down by a grey sports bra, black bike shorts, and a toned stomach.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" she asked, her tone defiant despite the fear beating within her chest. The monster's multiple eyes blinked. "I'm going to eat you", it stated simply.

Two of the tentacles sprouted razor sharp claws.
Before Marina could say anything, the clawed tentacles sliced an incision straight down from the center of her chest to the bottom of her pelvis. Two more tentacles stretched open the skin flaps from the cut, exposing her ribcage and internal organs to the mid-morning sun. The girl squealed, more in shock than in pain as Balisiphos began to scoop up her intestines and slurped them into its mouth, like noodles.

Marina vomited up her breakfast as the demon ripped out her womb and threw it into its mouth.
The schoolgirl could only moan unintelligibly as the beasts tentacles wrapped around her insides and slithered up her windpipe. She closed her eyes and begged to God to wake her up from this nightmare. Marina felt something tug at her heart, then a ripping pain shot through her chest cavity.
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 No.16650

Would love more pussy death here

 No.16651

Would like a story where a girl doesn't instantly realize she's been stabbed

 No.17024

High Value Target

The squad of special operations soldiers stacked up on the door of the complex. It was the dead of night, with heavy cloud cover blocking out even the dim light of the moon. All the men had night vision goggles over their eyes, giving them the appearance of bipedal, rifle carrying insects with compound eyes.

The point man placed a slipknot of detcord on the door handle, set the charge, and shielded his eyes. The charge blew, blasting the door off its hinges in a shower of sparks and wood splinters. The squad moved in a synchronized, heavily polished manner, sweeping the first floor. Cpt. Rourke, the leader of the group took over point, his suppressed MCX rifle coughing in single shots, dropping the dazed armed guards who were wandering about.

The first floor was cleared of combatants, and the men quickly moved up a flight of stairs. They entered the second floor and saw 5 women of various ethnicity huddling by a door. Rourke calmly raised and emptied his rifle into them, watching through the green tint of his NVGs as they twitched and jerked from the bullets slamming through their bodies. Slumping over each other, the women died groaning in pain.

His second in command, Lt. Farrad walked over to the body pile and knelt down, examining the deceased women. Many of them were foreigners, disenfranchised westerners radicalized by their target online. Most looked very young as well, which fit with the sexual appetite of the target individual. They moved on to the door, stacking up once again. Rourke placed another slipknot of detcord on the handle, looked away, and detonated the charge.

The team burst into the bedroom and saw the target surrounded by a group of children, all girls. They were in various states of undress, hugging the target tightly with expressions of terror. The man reached for a Glock, and Rourke placed a bullet in his head. The children screamed as the man crumpled backwards, falling off the bed and onto the floor. "What'll we do with the kids?", Farrad asked. "Ice them, we can't let this leak", Rourke replied coldly.

The two men opened up on the girls, automatic fire ripping through soft, budding chests and pudgy, childish bellies. Sixty rounds of 5.56x45mm made quick work of the kids, leaving them sprawled all over the bed and floor, wheezing and gurgling their last breaths.

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 No.17014[Reply]

The chubby Xebtron Rex stood in line, fidgeting non-stop– twiddling his thumbs, twisting the Death Venman action figure in his pocket, stroking his hands through his greasy black hair. His body quakes with nerves. The Lily Scott. He was going to meet The Lily Scott.
The twisting turning line that spread cross the convention floor inched obnoxiously closer. He was so close he could almost smell her. Not that he knew what she smelled like, but he sure had his suspicions (vanilla and cardamom, probably).
He anxiously swung the thin cloth sack which brandished the con’s icon onto the cold cement ground and rifled through its contents. His inhaler, his worryingly thin Transformer-themed wallet, his boy-scout pocket knife, and– yes, there it was. His gift to Lily, which he simply knew she loved. Maybe so much she’d ask for his number– or something.
Xebtron took a deep breath and steadied himself, tying up his bag and standing to move with the crowd.
Everyone he ever knew mocked him for what he loved. Said 46 was too old to still be into that stuff. But he always knew they were wrong, and that he should follow his passion no matter what. And when he dates the cutest girl in all of Hollywood they’d all know just how wrong they were.
He stood at the black curtain, two con volunteers standing at either side. His hands were shaking profusely, and in a last ditch effort to prove just how much he was willing to sacrifice for Lily, he wiped the sweat off his brow and sneakily rolled on some deodorant. A couple of whiffs to make sure any hint of body odor was gently snuffed, and he was absolutely ready.
The curtains pushed open, and a small, chubby boy pushed through, face buried in his hands and read with tears.
Oh my god… Xebtron thought to himself, She’s really that beautiful?
“Next in line, please.”
He had to stop himself from pissing his pants. His hands shaking, legs quivering, he made his way forward through the part in the black curtains.
And there she is. Lily Scott. The perfect brown hair, the pale soft skin, the big green eyes– she’s truly more beautiful in person. A smile made its way to the edges of his mouth as she stared him down intensely.
“Well?” She said. Her tone was more snappy than he expected, but that was okay. It wouldn’t take long for him to make his impression on–
“Fucking hurry it up, asshole. There are other people behind you.”
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 No.17013[Reply]

The chubby Kylo Ren stood in line, fidgeting non-stop– twiddling his thumbs, twisting the Darth Vader action figure in his pocket, stroking his hands through his greasy black hair. His body quakes with nerves. The Daisy Ridley. He was going to meet The Daisy Ridley.
The twisting turning line that spread cross the convention floor inched obnoxiously closer. He was so close he could almost smell her. Not that he knew what she smelled like, but he sure had his suspicions (vanilla and cardamom, probably).
He anxiously swung the thin cloth sack which brandished the con’s icon onto the cold cement ground and rifled through its contents. His inhaler, his worryingly thin Transformer-themed wallet, his boy-scout pocket knife, and– yes, there it was. His gift to Daisy, which he simply knew she loved. Maybe so much she’d ask for his number– or something.
Kylo took a deep breath and steadied himself, tying up his bag and standing to move with the crowd.
Everyone he ever knew mocked him for what he loved. Said 46 was too old to still be into that stuff. But he always knew they were wrong, and that he should follow his passion no matter what. And when he dates the cutest girl in all of Hollywood they’d all know just how wrong they were.
He stood at the black curtain, two con volunteers standing at either side. His hands were shaking profusely, and in a last ditch effort to prove just how much he was willing to sacrifice for Daisy, he wiped the sweat off his brow and sneakily rolled on some deodorant. A couple of whiffs to make sure any hint of body odor was gently snuffed, and he was absolutely ready.
The curtains pushed open, and a small, chubby boy pushed through, face buried in his hands and read with tears.
Oh my god… Kylo thought to himself, She’s really that beautiful?
“Next in line, please.”
He had to stop himself from pissing his pants. His hands shaking, legs quivering, he made his way forward through the part in the black curtains.
And there she is. Daisy Ridley. The perfect brown hair, the pale soft skin, the big green eyes– she’s truly more beautiful in person. A smile made its way to the edges of his mouth as she stared him down intensely.
“Well?” She said. Her tone was more snappy than he expected, but that was okay. It wouldn’t take long for him to make his impression on–
“Fucking hurry it up, asshole. There are other people behind you.”
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 No.16997[Reply]

Even though it's a Fire Emblem story, it's not really connected to my usual ongoing one - and with how massive it is, I decided it deserves its own thread.
Elincia's part of the story is based on Veiled's current set about her, which can be seen on his fanbox https://www.pixiv.net/fanbox/creator/12896581 now and will be up on his pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=12896581 in a week.
The scenes from this story have been posted to my Patreon https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE as I finished them!
I'm open for commissions now! If you want one, just dm me on Pixiv or Patreon.

Elincia's Failed Gambit
tags: M/F, non-con, bestiality, beheading, neck snap, hanging, impalement, shooting, cut-in-half

In the time since her capture at the hands of Ludveck’s goons, Lucia had been subjected to quite the rough life. Her battered, bruised body was the best proof of that. The rebellious noble had already found out that Elincia had relocated to fort Alpea - but that didn’t stop his men from torturing her. Were they hoping to pry out some extra information from her? She’d never tell them anything. Not that it mattered to them - they were happy enough to just inflict pain on her. And use her body… Use it hard… Her slit - up to that point, a virgin one - had been rapidly violated by the men in service of the duke of Felirae. However, the duke himself showed restraint in raping her, only visiting her once - and even then, mostly to gloat at her. That didn’t make the fucking he subjected her to any less painful - both to her body and her pride. However, despite that, Lucia still didn’t break down - she took all the abuse they dished out at her with as much grace as she could.

Now, the rebels have put fort Alpea to siege - and Ludveck himself had made it to the field of battle as well. However, judging by the rushed movements and the panic she could sense from outside her holding spot, it was clear that the battle was going in her lady’s favor. Overhearing a conversation, she heard that Ludveck himself had been captured by Elincia’s forces as well! And it seemed that the loyalists have cut quite many of the rebels. As happyPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.16998

Lethe looked at the rebels that had been gathered in the castle with curiosity. She wasn’t really that versed in Beorc politics, but was surrendering now really a good move? “Queen Elincia… What are you thinking?” She wondered silently - but soon she didn’t have the time to think about that. The rebels turned violent against the army very quickly - and instead, she needed to fight for her life again. Transforming into her cat form, the girl fought hard against the first group that came after her - enough for her to drive them back. Transforming back into her humanoid form, Lethe looked at the golden-haired, white-winged princess of the Heron. Leanne had been visiting Elincia when the rebellion broke out, and so she followed the queen to fort Alpea when the rebellion occurred. During the battle, she assisted Elincia’s troops with her galdrs - her gentle voice soothing and reenergizing them whenever necessary. If it wasn’t for her, the fight would have definitely been lost. Lethe wondered if the rebels knew about it. If they did… Then judging by the cruelty they were showing to other members of Elincia’s army, they’d put the gentle heron through hell. She couldn’t allow that to happen!

Right now, Leanne was right behind her - singing some quiet chant that filled Lethe with energy for another battle. “Leanne! You have to get out of here! It’s not safe here!” She called out while turning towards the girl and looking directly at her. Leanne stared at her for a moment, before replying in the Ancient Language - while nodding that she understood. Even if the blonde woman wished to stay here and help, she, too, realized that this was no place for her. Shifting into her heron form, she quickly took flight - and soared away from where Lethe was. She could only hope the princess would be able to get away… It didn’t help that she spotted numerous arrows flying towards the woman. She watched her fly away for as long as she could - but eventually her attention had to return to the rebels gathered in front of her. “Come at me, you beorc scum!” She hissed at them while jumping towards them, transforming mid-air - eager to show these rebels just how well those of the beast tribes could fight.

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 No.16999

After announcing her surrender upon seeing Lucia’s execution, Elincia watched the rebel soldiers enter through the gate with a heavy heart. W-was this a good decision? She wasn’t sure… A group of rebels immediately got to her, demanding the release of Ludveck - and so, she walked with them towards the castle’s prison. On the way, she was already able to see the rebels assaulting some of her own forces… Hopefully once she set Ludveck free, he’d get his own men under control. Walking into the prison, she could already see Ludveck waiting near the bars to his cell - the man’s face carrying a satisfied and arrogant smile. Upon seeing Elincia, he immediately spoke out: Elincia’s blood boiling at hearing his voice.
“Hello, Your Majesty… By the look on your face, I can see my plan has been a success.” The man told her in perfect manners - though Elincia was sure he was just beaming on the inside. His soldiers following had told him what he needed to do - that she caved in to his demand upon seeing the threat to Lucia’s life.

“Lord Ludveck. You did it - you won, by resulting to the most underhanded tactics possible. You are truly a despicable men… You have thrown so many lives for the sake of rebellion… But now, you succeeded - you’re victorious. I believe that you still have some honor to you, though - so now that you’re free, come out and put an end to your soldiers’ actions. My forces have laid down their weapons - there’s no need for your troops to assault them now.” Elincia told the man while unlocking his cell. Ludveck took his time leaving it, taking pleasure in each step he took while watching the urgent, guilty look on Elincia’s face.
Finally, having come out, he gave Elincia his reply.

“Queen Elincia, you’re so naive. The blood of all our subjects - it’s on your hands, too. So many of my soldiers had fallen at the hands of yours in the siege… I believe whatever they’re doing, it is only the proper comeuppance for what had happened before.” He told her, Elincia staring at him with confusion. “What? That was when we were fighting! The battle is over now!” Ludveck just smiled at her cruelly as he heard that. “Well, then let’s just say that it was your failure, Queen Elincia. Men! Seize her!” Elincia stared at Ludveck with disbelief - how could he say such a thing? As she did, his soldiers that were directly behind her went for her. Her hand was already on the handle of the Amiti, but before she could pull it out, they just overpowePost too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.16991[Reply]

I want to eat at Megan's Restaurant. I'm ordering the special, Spaghetti & Meatballs with special red sauce. I ordered it days ago so you can get it prepped. I drive up and come in, fancy place, go to the back, special chambers. i sit at the table and lay out the napkin. The empty plate is set before me. A bevy of three babes comes walking up. The first is tall with raven hair and a generous ass. She shows me her delicious meat, and with a dance and help from another girl climbs up on the table, squatting down, waving her ass all in my face, her asshole close enough to lick. She spreads her cheeks open and I see a string of spaghetti, creamy white against her olive skin. She squats over the plate and I heart a frraaap before spaghetti pours out of her. The girls giggle as the beige spaghetti gets muddied by brown streaks amid wet farts, splashing onto the plate and tablecloth. The plate is heaped with extremely pungent spaghetti. bits of corn and spinach within the strands. She laughs and is helped off the table, and another takes her place. She waves her fine white ass, long legs waving as the ass almost touches my glasses. I squint as she pushes it towards my mouth, bouncing it off my lips. I grasp her thighs and pull her anus into my mouth, licking and french kissing, pushing my hard tongue into the opening, feeling the folds envelop my taste buds. I swirl my tongue around and suck on that ass mouth like a wet pussy, imagining how it would cum into my mouth. Suddenly I taste a warm flood of meaty juices and a clump pops halfway out, stretching her anal ring… a delicious meatball! Oh such heavenly herbs!! I suck it out and begin chewing as she pulls away, squatting over the place and shitting out meatball after meatball with wet explosive sharts. To be continued…

 No.16992

Diff:

I wana be ass raped by 10 giant BBCs while your asshole is getting fucked. I want the cock to pop out and all your shit explodes all over my face. PLEASE cut my cock off and shit down my throat.Hammer my balls to a pulp while I suffocate and die under your asshole. I want your asshole to kill me. Please kill me with your shithole. I'm ready. My mouth is open tongue out, I will exhale and inhale your shit. I want you to feel my death under your ass.


 No.14070[Reply]

Hello folks, I've decided to share my first ever Snuff story with the community. I've been looking at this site for few months now, give or take, and the level of acceptance and genuine lack of judgement is great.

I'll post the story chapter by chapter below. You may find some spelling or grammar errors and I love someone to approach me about proofreading!
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 No.15666

Bumping to make sure this goes above the big wave of spam

 No.16804


 No.16848

That was really HOT!

 No.16909

shoot, I saw it higher up and was thinking there was a new post, lol

 No.16972

>>14070
Nice story, are there alternate processing centers where meat can be hunting and field gutted like deer? Or would a rich guy do that for a personal party?


 No.16683[Reply]

Space Bimbos

Or

They Came From Outer Space! (For Our Balls!)

Some alien girls run out of fuel and crash land on earth. How will they manage to find some more fuel for their ship and get home?

Ff/mm, Space!, Green (and Blue) Skinned Space Babes, Oral, Castration, Objectification, Silly

Annie looked up from her weeding curiously, as an odd whining sound began making itself known. The sound was high pitched, strangely metallic, and relatively distant. At first, anyway.

The odd noise began growing rapidly deeper, louder, and much, much closer, filling the air around her. Annie slapped her hands over her ears as the strange thrumming suddenly seemed to be right on top of her, the sound so loud that it felt like it was pressing in on her skull, then she jumped in surprise when something large and silvery flashed over her, barely higher than the tree tops.

If the girl was surprised by the strange flying (or falling) object, and the noise that accompanied it, it was nothing to her shock at the horrendously loud sound of the thing crashing into the open field just past the small orchard, which was in turn just beyond her little garden. So great was the noise the thing made as it struck the earth that she fell over backward onto the ground, squashing a tomato plant beneath her as she did so.
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 No.16843

I love silly castration stories. I liked it.

 No.16944

I like the story. Next time let's find a mom who donated her son's balls


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