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A New Year, A New Start (loli, light femdom, incest, snuff, chastity cage, teasing)

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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Jim couldn't believe how lucky he was to get hitched to Sally Omira. His ex-wife was a plain-Jane, but Sally was a supermodel in every single way.

The 32 year old, nine years Jim’s junior, has a stunning beauty that can be described as both delicate and fierce. She has striking blue eyes set off by her naturally tan skin and long, blonde hair. Her slim figure is complemented by her full, C-cup breasts and toned legs. She has a dazzling, mischievous smile. Sally won Miss Metropolitan two years in a row – something that has not happened before or since.

Sally did not want to have children, which would have been fine if Jim did not already have a daughter from his previous marriage.
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I wrote this and can someone make a 3d comic out of it:

Chapter 1: The Unimaginable Horror

It was a typical night for John and Lisa, a young couple deeply in love. They lying in bed, enjoying each other's and exploring each other's. The room was dimly lit, with only the faint glow of the moonlighteping through the curtains. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and desire.

Suddenly, without warning, a deafening sound filled the room. A blinding light pierced through the darkness, and an unseen force sliced through their bodies, cutting them in half from the waist down. The pain was unbearable, but it only lasted for a moment before everything went numb.

Chapter 2: The Shocking Decision

In shock, Lisa and John stared at each other, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Their bodies were mutilated, but their upper halves remained intact. The sight of their own gore-soaked lower bodies was gruesome, but the desire to continue what they had started was still present.

With a shared look of determination, they decided to keep going. Lisa carefully lowered herself onto John, and they resumed their intimate moment. The sensation was different, but the pleasure was still there. Lisa's lower half lay next to John, and she couldn't help but stare at it in disbelief.

Chapter 3: The Forbidden Touch
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I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, still groggy from sleep. Reaching over to my nightstand, I grabbed my phone and clicked it on.
"Fuck.. 2am?"
I sighed and sat the phone down beside me, knowing my body wouldn't let me fall back asleep. I stretch out, my joints popping as I roll out of bed, deciding to start the day.
I flipped on the lights to my room and rummaged through my dresser, pulling out a baggy sweatshirt along with a pair of equally baggy sweatpants. I quickly slid on my clothes, though somewhat loose they still fit well enough for me to not give a damn. I exited my room, trying to be somewhat quiet so my 5 younger, and 2 older sisters wouldn't wake up. I made my way down the hall and passed all of my sisters rooms, as I was about to turn into the dining room I turned to my moms door, realizing her light was on.
I thought for a moment before walking up to her door, knocking as quietly as I could as to not disturb my sisters.
"Hey mom, are you up?" I let out another set of soft knocks on her bedroom door before continuing. "Do you mind if I come in?"
"Sure, come in." My mother replied.
I quickly pushed her door open and walked in before again, closing it as silently as I could manage. Looking over at her bed, I saw my mom sitting with her legs crossed on the old mattress, typing something into her phone quickly before shutting it off and setting it aside.
"You're up early." She smiled, not surprised in the slightest. "So what's up, did you want something?" She tilted her head, waiting for my reply.
"Not really, just saw you were up and figured I'd hang out for a while, at least until everyone else starts getting up." I walk over to her bed, climbing onto the opposing side and sitting down.
"That's fine with me." My mom adjusted herself before continuing "also, Merry Christmas!"
I smile back "merry Christmas!"
"So, I wasn't really sure what to get you this year, so I didn't really get you anything. you're 15 and you're really hard to shop for." She smiled at me, giving me an apologetic look. "So, is there anything you'd like me to get you? It's Christmas, it'd be wrong to not at least give you something, so what would you like?"
I rolled my eyes. "I told you, I don't want any-"
My mom cut me off. "No, it's tradition, you can have whatever you want, just give me the first thing that comes to mind. It doesn't matter what it is, It'd just feel wrong to not give you something."
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Hi. We're the Abduction and Breeding Agency - AaBA for short. We operate in an undisclosed, for security reasons, location, our building concealed behind a dense forest, although we are within travelling distance of a city. As you could guess from the name, we abduct people and breed them. Let me describe our process in a little more detail.

First, we select our victims - although we like to call them guests. We very carefully decide who to abduct, they have to meet several criteria before we can take the next step with them. That's why we employ trackers as part of our staff to closely follow each of our potential guests for at least a month before we are sure we want them.

## Preparations

To be abducted, the person must be a teenager, anywhere between 13 and 19. We like to spread the ages of our guests roughly evenly. They have to be both physically and mentally fully healthy, as we do not want to harm those already suffering. They must also not be a prude, although not necessarily a slut. We want them to enjoy their time with us! They shouldn't be especially important or noteworthy, because we don't want to cause a big ruckus when we abduct them. And although we won't reveal the specifics of our location, let me just say that abductions aren't too rare here, so a few teens going missing will not make the news.

We select our guests in around 20-30 pairs of a girl and a boy. Once we've found a teen that meets the above criteria, they are unknowingly entered into step 2. Their house must have minimal home security for this, as we send the trackers to enter their house while they sleep. The tracker administers drugs to the teen to make sure they stay asleep, and then take a cheek swab so we can analyse their genes. This will be important later. Also of later significance, if the potential guest is male, the tracker makes sure they have a long foreskin - and average dick length, of course. If they pass these assessments as well, they can continue. Otherwise, we ditch them and look for new potential guests.

During the next couple of months, the now selected guest is unknowingly taken from their bed while they are sleeping every few days, and returned after having undergone a full body laser hair removal session. Here at AaBA, we find body hair gross. The soon-to-be guest may wonder what is happening to them, but we know their personality from tracking them for a month, and we know they won't blab, at least not befPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The video opened with two naked girls kneeling in front of the camera. Behind the girls were multiple cameras and two, shiny, guillotines.

“Hi! I’m Jessica.” Jessica was a 19 year old brunette with brown eyes. She had thick thighs and big boobs, and her nipples were pierced.

“And I’m Olivia!” Olivia was also 19, and she had semi-blonde hair that traveled past her large tits.

“Many of you know that I am a sex slut,” Jessica said to the camera. “However, I also fantasize about getting fucked to death and snuffed on camera.”

“When Jessica proposed we snuff ourselves on camera several months ago, I thought she was crazy. But the more I thought about it, the more I was turned on by the idea of snuffing ourselves while getting fucked.”

Olivia moved aside to provide a clear view of the guillotine contraption.

“Behind us are two steel guillotines. Locking ourselves in the lunettes will start a 20 minute countdown, which will be displayed on this monitor for you to watch. At a random time during the countdown the guillotines will activate, and the blades will slice off our heads, ending our lives for good.” Olivia smiled. “We won’t know when the guillotines will activate, making our decapitation as much of a surprise to us as it is to you.”

“After our deaths, the footage will be sent to our friends and posted on porn sites. Our bodies will be dumped in a landfill, so this video will be the last memory of us. Please enjoy our final fuck and snuff!” said Jessica.
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The Disturbance at Abbott Girls’ Intermediate (loli, incest, snuff, guro)

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. As with all my stories, it is dialogue heavy and light on sexual details (which I choose to reserve to the reader's imagination!).

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

5. "The Disturbance at Abbott Girls' Intermediate" is not a chronological series. The stories all tell different tales about a single event and its aftermath, and can be enjoyed separately or in any order. More entries will only be written and posted if there is an indication that readers want more.

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Thin Blue Line
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I’m not really one for parties. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m not antisocial or anything. I don’t mind a nice get-together with the guys. I’ve got a small handful of tight-knit circles I run in, and all that.

I’m just not that much of a drinker, I’m not fond of crowds, and I really can’t stand loud music. That’s like, three perfect strikes, 100% of the reason college parties are not for me. But the semester was coming to a close and finals were right around the corner. For some reason, I let my extroverted friends talk me into going, “as stress relief.”

It was a big party, hosted by one of the largest frats on campus. And almost immediately, I got separated from my group. They took to it like fish to water, dissolving into the mass of people. Guys and gals, dolled up in their clubbing outfits, grinding on each other in various stages of intoxication and undress. All the while, whooping, jumping, and twerking, in time to the skull-splittingly loud music.

I didn’t last fifteen minutes. I greeted a couple of acquaintances when the music was quiet enough to shout over, downed half a beer in hopes it would quell my headache (it didn’t), and eventually resigned myself to stepping outside, onto the front porch of the frat house.

There was already someone outside, seated on the porch. She was an asian chick, a hint of model student, a hint of goth girl, warding off the cold with a fuzzy pink parka, though her sexy short-shorts and high-cut sheer top certainly didn’t look warm. In the dim light of her phone screen, I could make out the disinterested irritation on her face— the look of the smart girl, carrying a group project, or a standoffish cutie telling off the latest flirt. I half-recognized her from somewhere, maybe a friend of a friend, or something.

When she turned to me, I thought she was going to tell me to buzz off, but something about me must’ve convinced her otherwise. “Stuffy inside, isn’t it?” she asked.

“I didn’t realize it was possible to suffocate in more ways than one, but I guess uni’s all about learning new things.”

The girl raised an eyebrow and let out a short laugh. Then, she returned to her phone. I sat a few paces away from her, leaning against a different porch beam. A comfortable quiet.
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It was Jake’s birthday, and he had spent the day with his friend-with-benefits, Brooke. Jake had hoped for something more, but it appeared that Brooke was content with his dick. He didn’t mind, since he still had a great time. Now they were back at her house. He was sitting on her bed as she prepared her “special birthday gift” in the bathroom.

Brooke promptly entered the room, fully naked, as Jake was expecting. However, around her limbs were thin, metallic bands that he didn’t recognize.

“Looking sexy. What are those?”
“Snuff cuffs” Brooke replied, smiling.
“Wait, real snuff cuffs? How’d you…?
Brooke laughed at Jake’s shocked expression. “I saw your search history, idiot. So, I thought I’d become your own flesh light! A way to show my appreciation for you these last few months.”
“So they’re legitimate? They’ll actually cut off..”
“Yes! First my hands, then arms, feet, legs, and finally my head.” She gently ran her fingers across her neck. “Best part is they’ll remain secure after activation to control blood loss. Here, test it out” Brooke handed him the remote and he pressed the button. She winced as her left hand detached.
“Does it hurt?”
Brooke laughed again “I’ve taken enough painkillers to knock me out in an hour, so it’s more of a dull throbbing. Come on baby, fuck me. I can’t wait to be your cocksleeve.

Brooke pulled down Jake’s pants and started stroking his trembling dick. She took his cock into her mouth, exploring each vein with her tongue. Suddenly, Jake grabbed Brooke’s head before cutting off her other hand. He began to push her mouth down on his shaft. “Hrrrk grrk” Brooke obediently kept her mouth open, helpless without her hands. After a few minutes, Jake reluctantly pulled out, preventing him from cumming. Brooke gasped for air. “Looks like you’re catching on quick. How about I ride your shaft while I still have legs.” she said invitingly.

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Anna and Katrina were two close friends with a slutty side. It was Halloween night, and they were going to a party at their friend Tyler’s house. The girls had told their parents that they’d be back by 11, but they had no intention of returning home.

The party was full of girls in scanty costumes and horny guys with wandering eyes, so it was easy to blend in. Anna and Katrina were dressed up as slutty bunnies. Their costume included (all white) skin-tight bodysuits, semi-transparent thigh-highs, bunny ears, and a pair of heels. Their costume received lots of attention – cat calls and several times they even had their exposed buttcheeks slapped or groped. On any other occasion, they would already be upstairs getting the lights fucked out of them, but tonight the girls kept their eyes on the prize: Tyler. As the party winded down, Anna and Katrina snuck upstairs.

Tyler said goodbye to his last guests and cleaned up the house before heading to bed. When he entered his bedroom, he was greeted by the sight of Anna and Katrina passionately making out on his bed. They had stripped off their body suits, leaving on just their thigh-highs and two pairs of bunny ears. Bunny tail butt plugs were up both their asses, and the two girls had snuff collars tight around their necks.

Tyler feasted his eyes on their gorgeous bodies as he watched the show in front of him. Katrina slipped her fingers into Anna’s slit as they kissed. Soon, she was eating out her pussy. Anna rocked her hips on her face before beckoning Tyler to come over.

“We’re supposed to be snuff bunnies, but we need some help finishing the costume… can you give us a hand?” Anna moved her hair to expose the deadly collar.


“Well snuff bunnies, if that’s how you want your night to end, I can make that happen”

Anna handed Tyler two remotes. “Ok… snuff us whenever you please.”

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When I got to his bungalow, the dogs were yelping in the weeds and I could hear him shouting inside. The front door hung open and broken furniture lay strewn across the gravel driveway where his truck was parked.

The next thing to be thrown out the door was a young woman in a nightgown. She fell hard in the grass at the foot of the steps, crumpled into a shuddering ball and did not rise.

A shirtless man followed her out, towing a naked, beaten girl by a chain around her neck. The emaciated teenager blinked and turned her face away from the sun, shrinking beside the man. She was the size of a much younger child, short and narrow, shrew-like, with a small jaw and big eyes. Her hair was thin and patchy but her face was still pretty, not sunken from starving.

The man swaggered down the steps and pulled the naked captive after him as the young woman in the grass struggled onto her hands and knees, rasping for breath like she had been strangled. She collapsed again in a fit of coughing and the man kicked her in the ribs as he passed, prompting her to curl back into a ball.

I smoothed my short pencil skirt, adjusted my blazer, and cleared my throat, hugging the clipboard to my chest. "Sir…" I cleared my throat again. "Mr. Haggerty."

He flashed me a handsome smile, like he was going to flirt with me in a bar, and the blood in my veins froze like ice water. He pulled the chain so the tiny girl was drawn up onto her tiptoes, scrabbling for footing in the shadow of his massive body. He threw the chain over a tree branch, tied it off, and left her struggling to avoid hanging herself as he walked over to me. The girl twisted her arms around and I saw that her wrists were handcuffed behind her, with deep grooves and welts suggesting she had been cuffed like that for most of her life.

The woman in the grass tried to speak but she could only gurgle, clutching her throat. She looked up at me and pointed back the way I had come. I looked but saw nothing of note.

When I turned back, the man was close.
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