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

The judge skimmed the document in his hand before looking over his desk, a grimace on his face, at the young woman with should sitting across from him. Marie Myers, short and slender, with purple hair to her shoulders, watched with piercing brown eyes. Only nineteen, dressed in a grey sweater and matching sweatpants, and black sneakers, one might have assumed her to be a college student asking to drop out of a course. In his deepest subconscious, Judge Carter probably wished this to be that scenario.

"This is a rather big commitment you have agreed to for your sister. Are you fully aware of what you're giving up?"

Marie shifted her eyes. "Yes. I know," she muttered. "My life," she thought to herself; she opened her mouth to say it but only managed a puff of air.

"Your parents committed treason, and the law only requires the execution of one child. It's highly likely that Ivy assisted then in some cases, which is why she was sentenced instead of you. Now I can't stop you from taking her place, but I will point out that you are giving your life for an alleged traitor."

"Ivy's only twelve, she didn't know what she was doing. My parents brainwashed her with their fascist ideologies, just as they tried to do me. With them gone from her life she has a chance to see our parents for the demons they were. She's only a child with her whole life ahead of her, and I'd hate to see it cut short for them."

"She may be young, but you're only nineteen yourself. Seeing as you turned your family in, we can be certain that you will make for a more valuable citizen. Ivy may not see the error of her ways, and if she so much as doodles a single swastika she will be facing execution again."

"She might or might not come back here, but if I don't give her that second chance I will regret this for the rest of my life. Knowing that my sister died because I left her to the same demons I escaped from is worse than dying in my opinion."

The judge rested his face on his hand as he looked over the document for several seconds, as if trying to find some loophole or some words of persuasion.
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Great work! I really enjoyed it!

Also, that last line... are you planning a sequel? I'd love to see Cassandra meet Nightmare.

Cassandra’s Nightmare

After discovering the raped and neutered corpse of her sister, Sohpitia, impaled upon the staff known as Kali-Yuga, Cassandra knew who she must seek out. She tracked the man known as Kilik to the top of the evil tower that had erected itself from the core of earth, only to find him already defeated. The young woman stood and watched as the Azure Knight drained the evil essence from Kilik, growing in strength every second. When the Nightmare noticed her presence, it threw Kilik from the ground and from the swirling core of its own body it retrieved a massive blade—Soul Edge.

With her own blessed sword and shield, she stood ready to face the Azure Knight. Her dexterity allowed to repel the gigantic sword several times, landing her own sword strikes. But how was one to kill a living suit of armor? As they fought, she took several glancing blows from the mighty weapon, leaving her clothing tattered and nearly falling to pieces. Small amounts of blood crept from the gaps in cloth, staining the blue material into a dark black. She learned the monster’s fighting style as they battled, and began incorporating more quick spins, ducks, and leaps into her movements to give her the advantage. But the monster was learning too, and waited for her to spin horizontally. Cassandra spun herself to the left of a sword thrust, and expected to land behind the slow moving beast. But with a sudden burst of speed, Nightmare pulled back his blade and throw it upwards and away from himself. Cassandra felt a searing pain in her chest as her spun was brought to a sudden stop, and the sudden removal of significant weight from her front caused her to fall backwards onto her ass. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming out in agony. Blood and some sort of yellow, fatty substance coated the ground where she had just stood. Horrified, she stared dead ahead at the sight of her breasts lying on the floor and seeping blood.

She looked down at the bloodied chest just to be sure, and for the first time in her adult life she could see her own lower body—sight unhindered by her large mammories. Desperate and not in her right mind, she began crawling towards the precious globes and their perfect pink nipples leaving a smeared trail of blood in her wake. Amused, the monstrous Nightmare plunged its blade into Cassandra’s back, pinning her to the ground. She nearly lost her voice screaming, as the evil weapon severed her spine. It’s prey trapped, NPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

oh, damn! Didn't expect to see the continuation of this after gurochan vanished. Loved it!

Second round? We gonna see the same 4 with varying deaths? Can't wait

>>15349 Correct! The girls who got a cons death will get a non-con one this time, and vice-versa ^^ The ways they die will all be different from the ones that happened so far, too. Sadly, it might take me a while to get to it - working on a few other projects for now :/

If I might request Tressa be strangled in some way, I'd be pleased :)

>>15355 Sorry, but I already have her (And all the others, too) death planned out, and it won't be a strangling. Hoping you can still enjoy it

I'm sure it'll be good, wherever it is. Strangling is my preferred method

Cool, it actually got in the system. Thought it didn't get in because of the GC.report table error thingy.

that was great shit, would love to read more from this tv show you made

>>15332
WOW. Please make another one of this.

*one of the previous anonymous*
I really liked the world building, i think it added a lot to the story instead of just having Naruto suddenly a cannibal, I would just like more detail in the cannibalism scenes from both his and the females point of view and if it fits with the story I would enjoy if there was some kind of sex between him and Ayame or a different slave at some point

This is really good, I like the world building and I especially like how you treated Hiruzen in this. I do hope there is some more "PENIS IN PUSSY SHIT" in the future but I'd be fine with whatever you put out if you continue this. I'm really looking forward to more.

Bump in the hope of some more now that gurochan is back

Bump to save this gem from spam

Anything new since gurochan has been down?

>>4936
No, it wasn´t that story... But thank you anyways..

Conclusion:



Rita watched the man toss the rest of the woman's severed hairless head into a gaping round hole in the floor of the room. The asian girl's head sailed through the air, spitting trails of crimson from the severed neck, and disappeared through the hole. Rita thought she heard a splash of water from below, but she couldn't be certain because of all the noise and activity in the killing room.

Rita saw another man in the corner of her eye approach her with a machine on a mobile robotic arm that extended from the ceiling. There were pipes and wires sticking out of the machine, but Rita was more interested in what the men were doing with Suzy's body than to watch what the man approaching her was doing.

The men pushed Suzy's inverted headless corpse over the large hole in the floor. The man with the machette flicked his wrist and sliced her large left breast open, bisecting the nipple and spreading it open so that the fat deposits could be seen. He did the same to her other massive mammory, deflowering Suzy's ample womanhood like a simple breast filet.

'Fucking cow had a couple of big one's, eh fellas?' The man said, showing no regard for the human being he was butchering. 'Look at 'em jiggle! Wouldn't mind sticking my prick between those for awhile, eh guys?' The men laughed cruelly at Suzy's expense. 'Look! The bitch-fat is just hanging out of those mammoth milk-sacks!'

The butcher with the machette stabbed ferociously at Suzy's inverted, headless corpse. The sharp tip of his weapon poked through the dead woman's exposed belly, through her guts and came out the back of her torso. Rita choked back a sudden uncontrollable urge to vomit as she watched the men indignantly butcher her best friend's beautiful body.

Another man grabbed Suzy's left ankle - the one that dangled away from her body. He pulled her left leg so that her legs were spread wide apart. The disgusting man with the machette stepped up to the inverted corpse and swung his weapon cruelly at her exposed, naked cuntmeat. Rita vomitted when she heard the machette crack into Suzy's pubic bone. The sickening sound of her best friend's pelvis being cracked open made Rita wretch uncontrollably. The vomit launched a few feet ahead and splashed across the dirty floor.

The machette-man belched as he wiped his brow. 'Best part of my job is breaking these worthless cunts apart! Hey Joe, pull tighter on her leg so she comes apart easier! Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

In Recycling Rita, for preventing STD, women can have sex one one first and last time, afterwards they dissapear.

The story starts with Rita in the gynecologist, afterwards she is raped and sent to a "Recycling Plant" where she is killed and processed for resources...

Apparently i was posting the story at the same time the OP was commenting on the story posted before before. i assure you the version i posted IS the actual story requested. its one of my favorites.

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Melanie's Execution

Officer Martin Velasquez cleared his throat.
"Miss, its almost time."

The woman looked up from her book.
She let out a nervous laugh.
"Ah, already? I was just getting into the story". She neatly placed the book down on her bunk and rose to her feet. Velasquez unlocked the cell door and opened it up. The prisoner slowly walked out, leaving a faint note of lavender as she presented herself to him. As the corrections officer cuffed her hands behind her back, he took the time to give her a look over. She really was a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was curvaceous. Her breasts seemed to strain her prison jumpsuit and her hips and waist formed an attractive coke bottle shape. Melanie's brunette hair was lustrous and glossy, although the prison had given her a not particularly glamorous pixie cut. A large firm ass rounded out the package.

"Okay, miss. Follow me", the correctional officer said. He grabbed her shoulder and firmly walked her towards the execution chamber. Melanie was silent during her last walk. Each step took her closer to her death. The woman smiled as she thought about her kills. She savored the memory of her terrified young victims crying for their mothers, the gasps they made as her blade carved through their young flesh, and the taste of their blood, cum, and sweat. Oh how they screamed as they died in agony. Melanie felt a warm dampness grow in between her legs, and blushed. Velasquez looked over and saw her smile. "Evil bitch", he thought with a grimace.

They arrived at the chamber. Two other guards flanked the entrance, and Officer Velasquez gave his ID and convict info sheet to the one on the left.
"Good morning Joe, Frank", Velasquez greeted the guards, "Fine day isn't it?" "Sure is" the rightmost guard agreed. Melanie caught the guards staring at her, and looked down at her feet. "It's a shame to waste such a fine body, isn't it Martin?" Frank said to Velasquez. "You're a damn pervert, Frank. But you know the regs. You can have your fun once she's dead", Velasquez grumbled.

The officer pushed Melanie into the chamber. The woman shivered as cool air brushed over her skin. In the center of the otherwise bare chamber was a simple wooden chopping block. A large ax was laid on the floor next to it. Its edge shone brightly.
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Melanie's Corpse

Velasquez was always fascinated by the movements of a freshly executed prisoner. Didn't hurt that this prisoner was a beautiful woman. He knelt down and rolled the headless body over for a closer look.
Velasquez unzipped the jumpsuit, and grabbed a handful of the prisoner's bountiful breasts. Warm and soft, although they wouldn't remain so forever. He continued at a quick pace, stripping her corpse naked. The officer fiddled with the keys, then unlocked the handcuffs. He placed her arms at her sides, then undid his belt. Perks of being the executioner meant that he had at least an hour to have some fun before he had to clean the mess up.

Melanie was a very tidy and organized woman. This extended to her personal grooming habits. Her skin was well taken care of, with nary a blemish or wrinkle to be found. "Perhaps there's something to this whole virgin soul thing", he thought to himself as he ran his hands over her soft body. Naturally, he started to focus on her lower torso region. Her pubic area had a neatly trimmed bush that lead toward a pink innie pussy. It was still wet and moist from its owner's demise. Velasquez had a raging stiffy now, and he wasn't one to wait around. With a sigh, he sank his rock hard penis into Melanie's warm slit.
The woman's flesh was still pliable, although he could tell it was definitely starting to cool down. He increased his pumping and soon began to reach his limit.
With a grunt, he pumped her dead womb full of hot cum.
He buried his face in her perky breasts, and sighed.
"I wish we got more hotties like you instead of the usual crack whores and psycho grandmas" he muttered to himself. Officer Velasquez got up and pulled up his pants. He radioed the officers outside to help him with clean up.

"Job has its perks", he thought again as he picked up Melanie's head. Velasquez looked into her dull green eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted, as if she had something to say. He grunted, and placed the head on top of her body.