This story was originally written by Ravishment University poster Badsammie, who is quite frankly a master of her craft. I am posting it here to help rebuild /lit/ after the fuckening.

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I don’t know why he lets me have this journal. I think its to tease me, to taunt me, that someone will one day know my pain. I always wasn’t like this, broken, beaten, wishing for death or just an end. I used to be human once. I used forks, spoons, even knives. Now, I eat cum, piss, shit, and dog food. I used to have pens, pencils, computers to record my thoughts. Now, I have a soft piece of charcoal.

When he took me, I was 13. I was young, cute, long blond hair. Smooth pale skin. Just starting to grow a chest, to flower, to become a woman. Now, I’m older. I don’t know how much older. Years but how many? I doubt I’m cute anymore, he reminds me daily I’m an ugly piece of shit and I know it’s true. He’s destroyed my body, my mind. My body is covered in cuts, bruises, scars. No longer pale, but shades of black, blue, red, and jagged. My chest is full now, but my hair is all gone. He says only women have hair, not cunts.

I used to have pretty handwriting. He even shows me sometimes, my early journal pages. Even with the charcoal my writing was smooth, with beautiful loops and hearts for dotted eyes. Now, it looks like a small child’s writings, as my hands shake so bad. He’s hit my head so many times I can’t focus anymore and my hands never respond. Even sitting still I tremble. He says they’re tremors and he says it’s because I’m a broken dumb fuck they shake like that. He’s right. He’s right about everything.

His friends came by today. It must be poker night. They have the table in the basement. I take care of them, chained under the table. There is just enough slack in my chain for me reach them and just stick my head out. I take turns, sucking their cocks. They love me enough to cum down my throat, allowing me food. As they drink, they share as well, pissing down my throat. I’m so lucky to have them. They smoke their cigars and ask me to hold out my mouth, tapping their ashes on my tongue. Eventually one of them finishes smoking and he grabs my tit, putting it out on me. I scream as he burns me, but then he gives me more food to eat. It’s hard to chew the butt of the cigar but I do. I never throw up food anymore. Another man puts it out on my shoulder. I cry and thank him. He gives me food too. I feel sick as I chew aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I think it would be a good idea to post all my stories in one thread, so it doesn't clutter /lit/ and also it is easier for people to read them. Perhaps some people enjoy them xD

Melissa Want To Move Up In The World (M/f, sex, snuff, some gore)

*knock*

There's a brief pause.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in, please!" a man smoking a cigar and browsing through some expenditure reports says in a bored tone.

A pretty and young woman comes in. She's wearing the Snuff Club's uniform designed for the so called Satisfaction Bunny–high heels, a pair of reddish stockings that stop just under her lower thighs. No panties. Her role as a sex doll at the club is to provide the guests with as much pleasure as possible during the snuff show that goes on the stage, so her beautiful and succulent pussy has to be on display. She also has a reddish bra, but the fabric is very thin and molds beautifully around her tear-shaped natural breasts, which are probably D cups. There’s little else that could be considered clothing on her. There’s also a small heart tattoo on one of her butt cheeks. It usually grabs the attention of some customers.

“Hello” she says a bit shy at first;

“Well…Hello. I’m pretty busy now, so state the purpose for this visit.” Replies the club manager.

“My name is Melissa. I’ve worked here for a few months now. The pay is really nice and I’m grateful for that… but I want to move up! I want to serve the club’s more select clientele. All my collegues say I’m doing pretty good and I should move up. There’s been no –“

“Fine. No need to over explain yourself Melissa.” The manager cuts in, seizing her up. She’s a fiery latina with chestnut velvety hair that floats like a curtain around the back of her head, accompanying her hazelnut eyes. She’s clearly aroused judging by her protruding nipples and prominent outer labias.

“Come now…I won’t deny you the change to try and move up the ranks. You seem like an ambitious young woman. I’ll give you a test. You have 10 minutes to make me cum…starting: NOW!” the manager says, as he rises from his chair.

Melissa is clearly surprised, but she obliges right away. She begins her routine by locking eye contact with Carl, the manager. She bites her lips in the most provocative manner that she can, then runs her hands from her mouth to her breasts, which she squeezes while twirling and arching her back. Her body flows like a sine wave, her handPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

His killer first noticed him at the corner store...he was really pretty, as boys can be at eleven...but as the boy fumbled for exact change at the counter...the man standing behind him was getting an erection as all the man noticed was the eleven year old's beautiful boyish..almost feminine hands...The man knew the boy was going to die right then...and he was already imagining how slowly he was going to kill and fuck him...sucking on those long fingers...biting into the soft meat of his knuckles....The man was flushed with desire...his murder boner must be noticeable, he thought

Mr. Sharpe listened for the bell to start class. The Sophomore class was filled with 10 girls and two
boys, and they were all talking to friends and milling around the class, slowly meandering to their seats
before the bell rang. The classroom looked like most high school biology class rooms, with a long
laboratory table in the front of the classroom for the teacher to demonstrate on, with a sink in one end
of the counter. Under the table was cabinetry like a kitchen. This table was slightly different in that it
had a raised rim around the edge of the counter, and some unusual equipment mounted on the ceiling.
The ceiling had some high-intensity lights aimed at the counter, and a chain hoist sliding on an overhead
rail.

The bell sounded, and Mr. Sharpe stood at the front and waited for the class to quiet down.

"I have an important announcement. As you know, this class is for vivisection. We've spent most of the
semester studying the anatomy and physiology that we will use in our actual vivisection case. Well,
tomorrow we will actually get to our lab case. I am happy to announce that our subject has been
selected." He paused for a little dramatic effect as all eyes of the class were upon him, and there was a
hush on the students. They all knew it had to be one of the girls; each hoped she was the soon-to-be
center of attention.

"The subject will be Cheryl." A 15-year old girl sitting near the back with dirty shoulder-length
blonde hair clasped her hands to her mouth and looked wide-eyed at her brunette friend. Cheryl was a
cute athletic type, standing 5'4" and weighing 98 pounds. Here tits were B-cup sized, and here ass was
well defined by her narrow waist and long legs.

"I can't believe it's me," she said to her friend Kelly. "It's really me! And I'm going to be lying up there
in front of the class tomorrow while you pull me apart!"

"Yes," whispered Kelly, "I can't wait to feel your organs in my hand as I poke and prod you.
This will be fun! And I think I'll be sure to make it tantalizing for you!"

Mr. Sharpe continued: "I think I speak for the whole class when I say you're a fine subject, and we're
all going to enjoy tomorrow. Especially you Cheryl. Now there's some preliminaries that you need to
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Jaime's Block

It was almost Midnight, yet most of the residents of Marlow were not at home sleeping. Thousands of people were gathered outside the Marlow County Termination Center. The owner of the establishment, Ken Norris, was, among other things, an avid enthusiast for science and engineering. Every year he commissioned a new, deadly, execution device to be designed and constructed by the high school engineering teams. The newest machine was, like many of those standing in the field behind the Termination Center, designed to be quick, but inflict excruciating pain on the victim. Ken Norris believed that easy death was not enough to deter crime.

Jaime's Block, as it was named – after the leader of the engineering team that designed it – was designed to crush a convict's head to a pulp. It had three large cubes of solid concrete were suspended between an arch over a concert bench. The victim's heads were secured by harnesses on the side of the bench. As if that was not enough, each block had two sharp, thin, needles protruding right above where the victim's eyes would be; holes were drilled into the bench below to keep the nails from being crushed. Convicts were to be strapped in facing up.

Ken's new machine was not the only reason for such a large crowd, however; it's first day of service was also the first mass execution of minors in the town's history. Nobody felt bad for them, and, in fact, most of the people in the crowd were eager to watch them die. Four days prior, they attempted to rob a restaurant; the leader of the operation – a sixteen-year-old kid named Ash Richardson – pulled a gun and killed the owner and his six-year-old daughter, and put the man's wife in a coma. Ash was himself killed in a shootout with police, and his coconspirators were arrested. They were sentenced to death the next day.

The six girls who were to be first in trying out Jaime's Block were stripped naked, then escorted one-by-one to their doom.

The first was Melody Swanson; Ash's girlfriend and second in command of their group. She was thirteen, a little curvy at the hips, with full, melon-sized, breasts, and shoulder-length red hair. Even though she was about to die, Melody walked with the head up and fire in her emerald green eyes. There was nothing to regret, Melody thought, and she rather enjoyed the attention. She kept a smile even as they laid her on the ground and strapped her head to the bench.
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Part I: Planning for Pleasure

Amanda and her mother were discussing her options

"Mom, I think I really want to find a vivisectionist. From everything I've read, there's just no substitute for the sensual experience they provide. They bring you to twice the ecstasy, and they make great meat."

"Well, I guess we could afford it. We'll have to make some appointments and interview a few. Are you sure you don't want me to butcher you myself? I once helped Molly butcher her friend, and it was pretty good. We butchered her for parts, and had a good steak cookout," replied Amanda's mom Francine, who was sitting at the table, looking up from the paper.

"I'm sure you'd do a good job. But how did she feel during butchering? I'm really looking for the whole package; pleasure from all directions. I just know vivisection will make me happy. I think about it all the time now," explained Amanda. Amanda was standing at the counter in the kitchen, looking at some ads in the phone book.

"I remember there being some pain. When we gutted and killed her we did it just like a pig," responded Francine. "I don't think she got as much pleasure out of it as a vivisectionist would give her."

"If you could afford it, I'd really like one mom. I really would want the pleasure to last and to feel an actual gutting, but not the pain. I feel like one pleasure goes with another, and I want combine the sensation of emptiness with freedom and pleasure. And I want someone to take charge and make all this happen," said Amanda looking up.

Amanda had grown into quite a good looking girl. She stood about 5'5" tall and had yellow blonde hair that reached to her shoulders. She weighed 105 pounds, with slim arms, legs, and waist. A well-rounded pair of 36-C breasts made her look slightly top-heavy over her small derrière. Her face had classic good-looking models' features, with a small mouth framed by voluptuous lips, high cheekbones, and a well defined pointed chin. She made heads turn when she walked down the street, and the highschool boys all took notice when they saw her among the cheerleaders.

Francine had had Amanda when young, and had bonded to her when Amanda's father divorced her. Francine was 38, 20 years older than Amanda, and still had a good figure. She was 5'4, weighing 120 lbs with a 38-C bust, shapely legs, and a slightly thickened waist. She had a good looking face, and dark hair bPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The war against the angels is over and Misato has to think about what to do with the EVA pilots.
Thank you thevisitorblack for the translation.
German version below!

Asuka, on a spit!

"What did you just say?" Asuka leaned over the table and yelled at Misato. Her face was already as red as her hair. Shinji moved his chair aside so he wasn't hit by spit and scraps of food that flew from Asuka's mouth across the table.


As always, Misato sat cross-legged at the table and looked with serenity in Asuka's direction.


"You heard me, Asuka!" she replied. “Now that the angels are no longer threatening our world, we no longer need EVA pilots! And the EVA units as well as their pilots have been classified as a threat to world peace! That's why I signed you, Rei, and Mari up to be butchered tomorrow!"


Shinji could see Asuka's hands clenching around the tabletop.


"We saved the world and now you're going to slaughter us? That's not fair!"


Misato opened another can of beer and drank it in one long swig. "Then you should look into your contract, every EVA pilot is NERV property, and we can decide how to dispose of them when they are no longer needed!"


Asuka sat back in her seat, glaring at Misato angrily. "When I signed that contract, I was four years old! How was I supposed to realize that the contract said that?"

Misato reached for another can of beer and set it on the table in front of her. "That doesn't really matter anymore, Asuka! You will be at the butcher tomorrow morning at 8:00!"


Asuka jumped up again and hit the table with her hands. "And what about Shinji? He's getting special treatment, isn't he?"


Misato set the can down and turned to Shinji. "Ritsuko asked if she could have Shinji for some of her experiments!"


Misato took Shinji in a headlock and hugged him. "Na Shinji, are you looking forward to helping Ritsuko?"


" Mmmmm !" Asuka could only hear a murmur from Shinji's head trapped under Misato's arm.


"See that Asuka, Shinji doesn't have a problem with it!"


Asuka rolled her eyes and got up from the table. "And what if I don't want to be slaughtered?" She was now standing in front of Misato, her arms crossed.


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This is what you get when it's almost midnight and i'm high on painkillers cause my fucking leg won't stop pounding out agony. it talks about snuff and such I'll probably forget that I wrote this.
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Are you tired of having to go out and hunt down a woman to kill? Are you also tired of having to clean up after that kill? Were you unsatisfied with HOW you killed your girl, and wished you could do it all over again?

Well, now is your chance! Introducing today's product:

THE IMMORTAL SNUFF GIRL!

That's right! the Immortal snuff girl!

You can drown her, choke her, you can hammer nails into her head! She will die just like any other girl!

But what sets this little Lady apart from all the other women you had killed?

She doesn't stay dead!

Our scientists has genetically created the means for our snuff girl to come back to life after a 13 hour period, as long as you saved SOME brain matter!

Yes! You can cut off her arm, cook it, and eat it, and she will grow that arm back!

YES! You can smash her head in, she'll just grow a new one!

AND YES! You can roast her alive, but you better keep at least keep her head out of the fire, or she won't grow back!

Watch! We tied this snuff girl to four trucks! Watch as she is torn apart. Hear her scream! watch as her limbs come off with almost ease, and she is dragged down the street, the flesh on her back painting the road!

Now! watch this fast video footage of her limbs growing back! NO scars! No physical problems! Yes, she is in incredible agony, and she had screamed her throat raw, but all of that will pass! she is soon ready for you to kill or maim all over again!

And if you get bored?! Boys! Hold her down! I'm going to chop off her head! see how clean it comes off? now! you see this bone sticking out at the bottom of her neck? Just pull that out, and watch her life fade from her eyes right before YOUR eyes! And I assure you, it isn't a painless death, you can see on her face her final agony!

Now, you're wondering, what are the models?

We have stocks of ages 12 to 17! Barely developed bodies, to fully developed. We have blonds, redheads, Brunettes and all the colors in between! You want them with all four limbs? You got it! You want them with NO arms and legs? You got that too!Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

I've been writing debreasting stories for years now but, being an omnivorous pervert, I've also been writing the occasional story featuring guys getting stuff done to them. From guttings to de-dickings and more. But, I haven't posted them much.

So, here we go with one. This story is cock-vore erotica and features a few dudes having some fun with their dicks. It's inspired by the original Boobfish story, so give that a read too if you like this. (www DOT literotica DOT com/s/the-boobfish)

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Jordan moaned excitedly as he dropped anchor near the famous Boobfish Reef - home to school after school of the famous fish. It was a popular hangout and drinking spot for the local studs looking to dip their dicks in a boobfish for the incredibly erotic experience of having the fish's muscular stomachs milk the cum from their cocks as they tried to digest them.

A nearby dock had three guys lounging on it, two with their big spent cocks hanging out of their swim trunks, slathered in a healing salve that helped them recover from the boobfish digestion. Popular with horny guys, the salve let them dip their cocks into boobfish even longer, withstanding the digestive acids for two or even three cums without losing their precious members. Jordan grinned as he spotted a fourth guy in the water by the dock, eyes shut and hanging on with one hand as he writhed gently - cock no doubt enveloped in a hungry boobfish.

His own hefty member stirring at the thought of a boobfish swallowing it down, Jordan stood up and stretched his lean muscular body as he got ready to go for a swim. Two of the guys on the dock waved at him and he waved back, smiling as he heard an orgasmic moan from the fourth. Peeling off his shorts, Jordan grinned as the guys on the dock stared at his impressive 12" cock.

"That's one hell of a piece of boobfish meat!" Called one of the guys with a glistening cock.

"Thanks! Yours looks juicy too - gonna let them take another go at it?" Jordan called back.

"Oh yeah, Mike and me are double-dipping." He called back, giving his cock a stroke.

"Maybe even triple, if Jessie's cock feels tough enough." The other guy called back.

Smiling, Jordan slathered a handful of salve on his cock. He worked it into his member, pumping it to a full erection before tucking the small tub of salve away. Looking into the water he spotted a school ofPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Alice could feel her heart thump erratically in her chest, as she ran barefoot across the dimly lit grass field. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her along with bits of tattered clothing. She could feel the cold fall air brush across her exposed petite body, soothing her scrapes and bruises. Another howl pierced the night air.

Alice felt as though her heart would burst from her chest. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, scanning the field for any signs of pursuer. The full moon cast a dim and eerie light across the grove. She could hear rustles of movement in the trees around her. It was as if shadows itself were out to get her.

More howls reverberated across the night sky. She knew she was surrounded. She stopped in the middle of the field, looking frantically around her. “Go away!” She screamed. She could feel her pulse around her ears. Thump… Thump… “Leave me alone”!

She shuddered as she felt the goose bumps pass across her naked body, her nipples hardened in the cold night air. That was when she heard it, a growl just a few feet behind her. She turned just in time to catch the sight of the beast as it plowed into her right side. A sharp burning sensation erupted in her left breast, as she felt the creatures claw tear into her flesh.

She screamed as she felt blood pool around her chest. The beast tore into her shoulder and began dragging her across the grass. She nearly passed out from the pain as twigs, rock, and other debris scraped across her bare back.

With a loud roar the beast tossed her into the air. She felt her breath escape her body as she landed on her back with a loud thump. “Please someone help me!” She cried.

She lifted her head off the grass and stared at the large beast in front of her. She felt a shiver glide down her spine, as the beast looked at her with a different kind of hunger; a more primal one. “No!” she cried, as she instinctually shoved her hands between her legs.

The beast rushed forward battering her arms out of the way. She whimpered as it began to sniff her most private area. She could feel the werewolf’s cold nose through her lingerie, as it pressed its muzzle against her outer lips. She began to struggle, when more creatures appeared pinning her down. The first one, which appeared to also be the alpha, pulled off silk red panties.

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