This one was the last one posted originally.

13/16

Thus ends our teacher's final lesson, demonstrating hanging by example.

15/16

And that concludes it.

Chopman, if you see this I want to say:
THANK YOU.

Lumme came for Dina about two hours after the light. There was no question his purpose as he came striding down the hall, his large body filling the space as his footsteps shook the ground. His eyes locked on her and he smiled as he headed around the table.

She cringed and pressed against the wall, as if it would make a difference.

It didn’t.

Lumme reached in and grabbed her shoulder. His thick fingers bore down into the joint, squeezing until the bones ground together. “Time to leave, slave.” His humming was deep and rumbling, it shook down his arm and into her body.

Her sphincter tightened in fear.

He yanked her away from the wall and into the main room. Unlike Naam, he didn’t release her at all as he half-dragged, half-carried her past the table and down the hall. There was no additional threats or speeches, just a cruel pressure tearing into her senses as he carried her down past the surgery and the rape room and into the hall.

It had been days since she saw the rest of the ship. There were more panels taken off the walls and signs of anything valuable being gutted. The corpse around the corner was gone, but she could smell the stench of blood and acid in the air.

As they passed rooms, she could see more signs of rape. Old blood had been cleaned up inexpertly, smears of crimson and brown stretching down the hallways where they dragged the corpses away. Many of the trails lead to the garbage slots where they would slide down to the recyclers and eventually into the incinerators. It was all automated.
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Dina didn’t stop fighting Lumme as the more powerful alien easily dragged her down the hall and toward the hanger. The small, sterile indicators on the intersections of the corners couldn’t hide the growing fear. She knew what happened on the hangers, that is where they had their gladiator fighters, where Korin almost died.

At the thought of husband, she closed her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Lumme paused and looked down at her. “What are you muttering about?”

Dina sniffed and shook her head. "Nothing.”

He glared at her, bending over to peer directly into her face. As he did, his grip on her shoulder tightened until her joints protested. He glared at her, his breath hot against her face. "Nothing. You say nothing. Slaves do not speak. Slaves to not act. You keep your eyes down, your mouth closed, and your legs ready for that dick of his.”

She stared into his bright blue eyes. There was violence and hatred in his gaze. He didn’t have to say anything. Her short, brutal life was obvious in his gaze, it was clear in the way he held her and treated her as nothing more than a beast to be abused and put down. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at him.

"Quieted, silenced. Fucked. Do you understand?” He shook her to emphasize his question.

"Y-Yes.”
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A hand pressed against her shoulder. “Dina?”

Dina gasped as she snapped into wakefulness, her finger dropping down to activate the engines before her vision came into focus. She didn’t know she had passed out.

Another hand caught her. It was large and wedge-like.

With a cry, she flung herself away from the alien’s hand. Her body struck against Korin’s chest and she tumbled to the ground. “No, no! Not again!”

She curled into a fetal position, sobbing. Cooling fluids oozed from her ruined pussy, soaking her thighs. The smell of drying cum and blood filled her nostrils, choking her.

Korin crouched down and held her. “No, I’m here. We’re safe. We got away from the Dilifin just a few seconds ago. We’re in FTL. We’re safe. We’re safe.”

Sobbing, Dina looked up at her heavily scarred husband. He was out of his armor. The days of fighting had aged him. He looked at least ten years older than her.

Her hand reached out for him, touching him.
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And so ends Unpleasant Diversion. Sorry it took so long to post, with Gurochan going up and down, it was hard to keep up.

If you want more, this story is set in the same universe as my novel, Eliza and the Raptor (space dino porn). Both deal with generation ships, though two much different ways of going through the years.

Thank you for reading!

>>15159

Thank you!

All of my stuff is always on tsade dot com. That includes any edits or corrections because this type of forum isn't really good for that type of thing.

Excellent story!

“Okay, I hope you have enough juice in the tank for one more scene. This'll be the last shot before Ava has to go in for conversion, so make sure to give it your all. I wanna have a sort of 'Girlskin clothes make you feel like a queen' thing going on in this one, so you get a short break while we get your throne set up, okay? Ava, anything you want to get done? Any last calls you wanna make? Make 'em now, cause after this shot it's straight to snuffing for you."

MJ nodded, slowly getting up so she could clear the set for the throne to be put up. Still unsure exactly how to think about this whole thing, the redhead cast an eye at her mindbogglingly willing partner in this endeavor.

Ava rose to her own feet as languidly as a tiger, her lips glistening with the remnants of Mary Jane's orgasm. Remnants that she sensuously licked clean as soon as she realized her crush was looking at her. She made no move to leave, to call anyone, to do anything save for stand by Mary Jane's side while the crew changed the scene in front of them and scattered fresh rose petals across the silken sheets.

“Isn't there anyone you want to call and say goodbye to?” Mary Jane asked her costar in the shoot.

“I said all my goodbyes before coming here,” Ava explained. “I even called up a few friends from high school that I'd fallen out of touch with just to share the news and make them jealous,” the Latina admitted. “Besides, I don't want to ruin the mood, and interrupting this just to talk with unrelated people? It might be hard to get as excited as I am right now in the time I have left.”

Mary Jane nodded. This at least was understandable to her, even if Ava's motivations were alien. Still, she couldn't help but be a bit curious about the girl who'd be becoming her latest pair of lingerie after this shoot.

“Are you… looking forward to it?” Mary Jane asked.

“What?” Ava asked. “You wearing me? Becoming lingerie? Being snuffed?”
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"Alright!" the director chimed in, breaking the spell between the two women. "Now that the set has been set up again, let's get back to work. Unless you need more time?" he asked. The offer was genuine, but geared more towards Ava than herself. Not that Ava really needed it.

"I'm good to go," the lithe Latina affirmed as she looked over the set. It had changed a bit while they were distracted. the white silk still there, the rose petals replaced, but the largest change was what looked like a solid gold throne sitting in the middle of the set. It was fake of course. There was no way that the assistants could have dragged a solid gold chair of that size in unnoticed, but the actual chair was real enough to bear her weight, and more importantly MJ's weight. It had a lion-themed design to it; the feet and armrests terminating in golden paws, and the backing and seat were both fitted with red cushions, the shade of which matched the rose petals beneath. It looked… regal; and Ava was certainly looking forward to the chance to service her queen.

"Alright then," The director responded once the stars made it clear that more time wasn't necessary, "for this bit the theme is 'Girlskin makes me feel like a queen!' I want decadence, luxury, and above all else this is about the subtle undertones of power and control. Mary Jane, I know you're a powerful self-made woman, now you just need to let the audience know as well. Ava? You're a subject, a slave. I want you clearly submitting to Ms. Watson's whims, you'd die if she commanded it, okay?"

Ava smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard to get across."

Mary Jane nodded as well, a few ideas about how to convey confidence and control running through her head. Of course, getting into the right state of mind was essential, and given just how strongly Ava had reacted to her own story? This last shoot could be a fitting gift for the soon-to-be girlskin girl.

Ava watched enthralled as Mary Jane sauntered her way across the set to take her rightful place on her throne. The red-haired woman really did look like a queen in that moment, and Ava wanted nothing more than to serve her.

Ava walked over, dropping to her knees once she reached the throne; her eager cunt glistening with arousal at the thought of what was to come.

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A little less than a year after the fateful photo-shoot that had reignited her career and made her an overnight sensation, Mary Jane found herself at a gala. It was the opening for an exhibit on Girlskin fashion at the museum of modern art and every girlskin model had been invited. Well, those that had survived their shoots at least.

The second half of Mary Jane's lingerie shoot had been much less exciting. Ava fit her like a dream, and she felt every bit as comfortable and seductive as her former lover had described her high school friend feeling in their brief conversation, but without Ava's passion and penchant for lesbian sex it was just another modeling gig; the sexiest gig she'd ever taken to be sure, but still lacking that vital spark that Ava had provided. It was fun going through the exact same poses and expressions as in the first shoot, only this tine wearing Ava instead of fucking her, but as fun as it was it wasn't anywhere near the same level as having Ava as a co-star.

Not that Mary Jane would trade her new underthings to reverse that change! Ava fit her absolutely perfectly; and coming from a model who had plenty of bespoke lingerie to her name, that was saying something! She'd kept her promise to wear Ava every day for a week, it honestly wasn't that hard. Ava's skin breathed in a way that other leather simply didn't while still being light and comfortable. Ava's lower lips had ended up sewn together (a necessary precaution given the amount of paparazzi chasing after intimate pictures of her once more), but even so MJ felt like she was flashing the entire world while wearing Ava. It honestly wasn't an unpleasant thought at all anymore.

Ava had restarted her entire career. She was in vogue again, wanted by fashion designers and directors both for her bold and outrageous spirit. If it weren't for the girlskin garment currently cupping her privates, that would have been the greatest gift that Ava had ever given her.

Ava had been the first girl she'd taken to bed, but in the aftermath of the shoot she certainly wasn't the last. Several pretty young college-aged girls had practically dropped their panties in front of her, eager to partake, and Mary Jane didn't exactly refuse. Her gloves and stockings got almost as much use as her underwear did, and she'd lost count of the number of girls that upon seeing her arms covered from finger tip to shoulder in gorgeous Latina had asked her to spank or finger them. OnePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Wonderful concept, thanks for bringing this to life!

>>15372
Glad you liked it! t was a lot of fun to write too!

This story actually bothered me, and kept me awake last night. I couldn't digest the ending and I had mixed feelings about it. Oddly enough, I come here FOR consensual, so this should be right up my alley. I think the hard stop for me was just how well it was written, how the build up was slow and fleshed out, and how it really FELT like a real person consenting to the end. It was VERY good, but the more I thought about it the more I tossed and turned.

So my kudos to you for writing a story so well that it actually made me think and need to digest.

>>14122
Well I am glad you liked it. I sometimes think gurochan is not the place for the work I am doing now, but so far it seems I was wrong.

Consensual stories are very nice, but they are also hard, because you can very easily fall into a cliche or an unrealistic character development (not that this is real, but lets say that its reasonable).

If you want to read a few more like this, I can recommend you "The Hangman".

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I hope this works...

Bump to save from faggot spammer

John Goes Gay, Trish Tries Black

About a week later, when the pain where his sack used to be had subsided his wife was inspecting the site. The small bit of flesh that was below the band had shriveled up even more and fallen off, leaving a smooth patch of skin where the bands had been. His cock, which had once stood proudly about his balls was limp and unable to get hard. His wife had ordered some testosterone through the mail, but it was taking a while to arrive (having to come from Mexico.) Since he was feeling much better she decided on a family outing. As her eunuch husband and precocious daughter piled into the car they peppered her about where they were going.
"Come on, give me a hint please?" implored John.
"Why do I have to wear so much?" her 11 year old daughter whined, adjusting her clothes so more of her skin showed. The child had become quite a slut after losing her virginity to her father and seemed to always want to be scantily dressed when out of the house, and naked, preferablly on her fathers cock when in it. She was also a little on edge because her father had not been able to fuck her while he was healing.
"You have to wear that much so people don't see how young you are, now pipe down we're here." They had pulled up to a nondescript building that just said "Broader Horizions Bookstore" out front.
"What is this place?" Trish asked, seeming a little annoyed.
"It's an adult bookstore," her mother said, "and they have a some private movie rooms in the back."
"A gloryhole?" Trish asked, not sure.
"How did you know that?" her mom asked.
"It's not like I'm a baby, I know stuff." She insisted.
"Well, keep your voice down or they won't let you in."
They all got out of the care and walked in. Trish tried to act older as the passed the clerk at the front of the store. He eyed her warily as she went in, but made no move to stop her.
John, Judy, and Trish all went into a private booth in the back where a movie was showing a woman being fucked by a black man with a huge cock. She looked almost in pain and Trish stared at it wide eyed, failing to notice the equally huge black cock that poked through the hole next to her. Her mother grabbed her hand and put it on the cock, Trish jumped as she felt it in her hand, and turned her attention from the movie to the cock. Looking at her mom she started to stroke the cock and, hesitantly tasted the head. It was so massive that she couldn't get it in her mPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

>>10007
Is there another chapter to this? I have trouble finding any more Ducetur Manibus on this site.

I have a question.

What the fuck? I don't have anything against any of this. Bur the way it's written... It's so happy.

Bumping because I really want more of this