/lit/ - Literature

Last try to post this, apparently there has been an error on my first two tries. This is a Story I wrote a few years ago, maybe someone might recognize it. I recently took an interest again, and started revising the old chapters, potentially adding new ones in the future should there be interest.

It takes place in the world of the Duke Nukem game universe, exploring the darker themes of women being kidnapped by aliens and going through hell.

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THE HIVE

Chapter One: Incubator

The constant breeze was humid and warm, felt almost alive. It was too dark to see, but by the way the air touched the more sensitive areas of her body, Libby realized that she was naked. She felt dizzy, disoriented, and she couldn't move. What exactly was going on? A slow, deep drumming rhythm like a giant's heartbeat filled her ears and vibrated in her chest. Libby had been stripped bare against her will, without a clue how she got here, or where "here" was. Had someone spiked her drink at the bar and taken her somewhere?

That possibility reminded Libby of her academy training. The cases were always similar: Woman parties at bar, gets drugged and taken to the perpetrator's hideout… But there was no soreness between her legs. She hadn't been violated. At least not this way… But her throat felt fine too. Then again, her whole body felt kind of numb. A new realization interrupted her train of thought: In her mind, that woman at the bar was some anonymous, theoretical victim she was meant to protect. Now, that Libby instead paid attention to her own naked body, her abstract training instructions met reality in a disjunction of anxiety. Slowly, her eyes adapted to the gloom. Flowing lines appeared and formed patterns of moist reflective, surfaces.

She tried to stay calm, to figure out where exactly she was: Leaning against the wall of a large, circular chamber weakly lit by a surreal bioluminescence she now started to perceive as bluish green. Only it was no chamber: Every surface was glistening like wet skin, translucent even at some places, and fine purple veins spread through the floors and walls. The ceiling looked like a giant mushroom's head viewed from below, lamellae spanning from the outer walls to the center, where what looked like large eggs lined the slimy ground around a mushroom stem like pillar. And everything seemed to be breathing somehow, pulsing in a slow rhythm, like a giant organiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

"Mommy, mommy! Look!" cried the little girl excitedly, showing her mother all her broken limbs. "I did it myself!"
Her mother's face went pale as she surveyed the damage. "How could you possibly do this to yourself?" she demanded, trying to hide her horror.
"I will show you later!" replied the girl enthusiastically, "but first, can we go get ice cream?"
"Not now," retorted the mother sternly, "You know we are in the hospital"
"Yes yes," agreed the girl, "the nurse promised lots of ice cream. Plus, we can watch cartoons all day! She said I am the bravest girl!"
Ignoring the pain shooting through her body, the girl happily wiggled her broken limbs while lying on the bed
"What happened?" Asked the mother while waiting for a doctor to come.
"Oh, you know," replied the girl casually, "Me and Lily were just playing on the playground when I fell off the bike and broke my tooth." The young girl grinned proudly, revealing a missing tooth from when she jumped off the bike earlier today.
"Your tooth?" questioned the mother incredulously.
"Yeah," nodded the girl, "Then we made a bet that I won't go to school tomorrow and don't do any homework or chores. If I win, she gives me all her candy."
"Skipping school because you broke your tooth? And you don't have any homework or chores to do anyway" queried the mother, confused.
"Nope," corrected the girl, "that's why I broke my legs and arms too. That way I can stay home, eat all the candy I want and watch cartoons."
Staff wheeled the girl out on a stretcher, taking her mother to explain what happened. By the time she returned, the girl was already hooked up to IVs and the group doctors were working on fixing her limbs while listening to her neverending chatter.
Lilly arrived shortly after, carrying the bag of candy she promised, when she met the girl's mother outside the operating room.
"Thank you for bringing her here," apologized the mother, "It is not the first time she pulled a stunt like this."
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First time poster. I wrote this for the 250 words thread, but it's over double that so here were are.

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“Norman for E.D. & E.D.?” the medical receptionist called out. The men packing the waiting room tensed as one. An expectant paused held and then snapped as the receptionist called out again, voice turning sly, “Look at that: A free double E.D. slot. First come, first serve.”

The men had jostled already for positions nearer the hallway—the receptionist immediately had a man at her side. Handing out tickets made too many people feel like they never had a chance, and as a public service that was a no-go. Some friendly competition? That only built a sense of community.

“So,” the receptionist began, walking to the room—the one bigger than any of the other intake rooms, and without a padded examination table taking up room either. “This slot’s actually rather special. Mary B.,” and they’d reached the door, and Mary B. was—

Tied in non-chafing chains, bent in half at the wait. A small sawhorse, padded, kept her whole small, shrunken stomach and some of her too-visible ribs supported while letting her be tied arms and legs both to the same metal floor ring; all while looking like she was maybe only bent over and asking for it.

Her hair, a dirty blonde, was braided from the foot of it that rested on the floor until halfway up, where it had grown out during her bondage and now hung like a partially tied curtain.

She was perfect. The man who had followed the receptionist had no idea how long she’d been here, even with the grown out hair, because Mary B. had arrived with an eating disorder. This was her cure. Mary was to provide public service and in turn was given the leeway to eat as little as she wanted
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Does that ring any bells for anyone? I seem to remember that it was hosted on ASSTR, but the search function on the new repository is broken :-/

Hi there, Literature! Recently I wrote this snuff story for FurAffinity and Inkbunny, but something compelled me to share it here as well. This will mark my first ever post on gurochan, so hopefully things go well.

This story contains furry characters (Namely a Gengar, Eeevee, Cinccino, and Umbreon, all characters from the pokemon franchise), with a main focus on mind-breaking and sluttification. This story also contains snuff, urination on death, a bit of necrophilia, neck snapping, aspyxiation, a bit of cum inflation, and some ahegao.

Pokemon are owned by Game Freak and Nintendo.

Vee the Eevee and the Gengar named Master were named by me.

With tags out of the way, here you go. Enjoy!

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The world of Pokemon is vast and ever-growing. Every day, a new pokemon is being discovered or documented. Every day new pokemon trainers leave their hometowns on a search to be the very best, like no one ever was.

But what they don't tell you is the darker side of the story.

Pokemon battles are usually a grand spectacle. Trainers and their Pokemon, and sometimes even those found in the wild calling out moves and screaming with the passion of battle, putting their all into the satisfaction of victory and the hopes of getting stronger. But what if I told you not all pokemon battles need to be fought the way you think they do? What if you could fight a Pokemon battle from miles away, from the comfort of your own home… or someone else’s?

Nothing lasts forever. Even pokemon who have been raised from eggs, by loving, caring trainers aren’t safe. Such was the case for Vee. She was a cute little Eevee, dressed in a neat little ribbon between the ears. She was named for her first word, an adorable little “Vee!” in acknowledgement of her trainer, who she thought she was. Her trainer was a cute little six-year-old girl in desperate want for a pet pokemon for companionship, a lonely girl with few friends and no pokemon. Her name was Miki.

Miki and Vee went everywhere together. They rolled around in the grass together, they took naps together, they grew up in their own little worlds while the other humans and their pokemon did serious things like… training or battles. Some of the kids at school would taunt Miki, calling her “free experience” or “de-vee-ted”, along with the typical ‘loser’ and stuff. Stupid stuff that she paid no mind to. She wouldn’t tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The Chair:

the 16 year old busty blond didn't think this was fair! Francine just turned 16 just yesterday, she shouldn't be in this room with that thing! It's not fair that she was chosen! Maybe in a month after she got to do the things she would get to do as a 16 year old, but not before she could enjoy it!

Still, once the door closed behind her, the only way it was going to open was when she was dead. Her naked body shivered as she walked to the metal chair in the middle of the room. If she had to die, she wished it wasn't this way! but it was the death that was chosen for her.

On it, there were two vibrators, one for her pussy, the other for her ass. There was also a small table for lube should she need it.

She poured it onto the toys, her body shivering. "I never even got to have sex with anyone."

She tried to sit down, and winced. Oh they were so big! Her ass and pussy stretched painfully as she slowly sat down. She whimpered as the toys violated her holes as she sat down on it. She clenched around them, trying to relax, but unable to.

"I can't do this!" She cried out. She tried to stand up, but the chair was quicker.

clamps slid from the chair, around her waist and her legs, keeping her from standing up. She pulled and struggled, giving a choked sob as she realized that there was truly no escape now!

She whimpered, and realized that she will die either way. Either by the chair, or by dying of thirst or starving. She saw recordings of girls dying slowly on this chair, and it wasn't pleasant.

Francine reached up and found the mental plate and straps for her head. She pressed the plate on her head, and used the straps to tuck it under her chin. She had to make sure it was tight enough so it didn't slip off. It locked in place, and only those in charge can get it off of her.

"Oh god." Francine looked at the armrests. She was suppose to press her arms down on them, and then they would lock into place. It was the last step before the chair would kill her.

"I don't want to do this." She whined. She tried to pull at the restraints on her, but they were firm and unmoving. There was no escaping her faith.

"Please." She sobbed. She was shaking so hard, and she felt herself piss all over the chair. "Please don't make me do this!"

But she had only two choices: Die Quickly or Die Slowly. Neither appealed to her.

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"Abby… I don't think mommy will like this." Abel said with a worried expression on the face.

"Such nonsense, Abel!" Abigail giggled a bit. "I am your old sister so i know what's better for you."

Not knowing how to respond, the young boy reluctantly put his left hand on the cutting board and waited at the table. Since his back was to the kitchen counter, he could only guess what his sister would be doing through the sounds.

First Abel heard a drawer opening and then a tilt of a knife and then the drawer closing. He can't help but shaking when he heard steps getting closer to him. He could not help but shaking when he heard footsteps getting closer to him.

Within seconds, the old girl was standing next to her brother holding a steak knife right in front of him. Abel felt a shiver down his spine when he came across the sharp weapon but what scared him even more was Abby's calm expression, as if she had done things like this before. So she held his left wrist with her free hand just in case and carefully brought the knife to his left index finger.

"W-W-Wait a moment, Abigail!" Abel exclaimed in a trembiling voice. "Don't you think we'd better-"

"Silence, little brother… I am trying to concentrate." Abigail interrupted him with her eyes fixed on the blade. "I am 14-years-old. I know what i'm doing."

"Three…" She started to counting down out of nowhere. "Two…"
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Fooling Around Under the Table (loli, dubious consent, uncle/niece, oral sex, asphyxiation, snuff)

1. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

3. If you enjoyed this story, let me know. That's the only way I know to write more!​

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"Your uncle will be here soon, sweetie," Alice Collins said as she threw a few last items into her suitcase. She looked up and smiled at Emma, her 9 year old daughter, who was lying on the bed watching videos on her tablet.

Emma smiled and blushed, but Alice did not notice. "Okay, Mommy." She's had a crush on her uncle Dan, her mother's older brother, for as long as she could remember.

Dan had a ruggedly handsome face and muscular build. He was charming, and always made her feel special when they spent time together. Emma was shy around most people, but she felt comfortable around her uncle, and she loved how he always treated her like a grown-up and included her in his conversations with her mother.
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I've had a lot of ideas for stories lately, but I struggle to write longer stories. So I figured the best thing to do was to create a setting where I can place several shorter stories - and here it is. One of the stories has been posted before, so mods, feel free to delete that one. Hope you enjoy!

No Peeking! (loli, molestation, no sex, tit torture, anal insertion, cum covered)

1. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

3. If you enjoyed this story, let me know. That's the only way I know to write more!​

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Joe McBride spotted the girl, no older than 11, on the beach one sunny day. Looking closely from his van through a pair of binoculars, he saw one of the girl's areolas peeking out from above her string bikini. He shook his head and sighed, got out of the vehicle, and started walking slowly in her direction.

Peeking has consequences, he thought to himself.

As he neared, she turned and saw him coming, and smiled, holding her ground. As he reached her, she turned in profile to him and said, shyly, "Hi, Mister."
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