>>11476

We'll do our best to have that happen. :)

Here's the final part to this story. Hoping it turned okay ^^

Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha SnufferS

Episode Three (2)

Hayate made sure to get the same conference room she did last time - this time with a lot more preparations, setting it up just the way they wanted it for the event. This time, the mood backstage was quite different from what it was the last time Riot Force 6 gathered here. After all, the mages already knew they were not going to leave this gathering alive.

Subaru Nakajima was talking to her sister Ginga, both sisters wearing the standard uniform. Subaru was trying to change Ginga’s mind for the final time before it was too late. “Gin-nee, it’s only my time to die today, not yours. You were not with us on that day, so why do you insist on dying as well?”
Ginga sighed. “I… I don’t want to live without you, little sister,” she replied, trying to find a way to properly convey what she was trying to say. “I… I…” At that point, she decided that since words wouldn’t come, she’d use actions—and pulled her sister in for a fierce, passionate kiss. Subaru shifted initially, surprised by her sister’s sudden incestuous act, but since they were about to die, she decided she was okay with that. She kissed her sister back and they stayed locked together for some time.
When they finally parted from the kiss, Ginga looked deeply into her sister’s green eyes. “I… I guess I first realized how I felt soon after you hooked up with Teana-san,” she said, “but I was okay with letting you go, as you seemed happy with her… Then, after she died, I thought I’d give you time to grieve… but we’re out of time, now.” Subaru felt tears appearing in her eyes as she thought of her dead love. She was so moved she just buried her face against Ginga’s chest, sobbing as her head pressed against Ginga’s bust. Ginga held on to Subaru, hugging her tightly as her eyes darted towards the screen.

Nanoha simply sat on the couch she shared with Hayate, waiting for her loved one to appear on the screen. She was excited when they were planning this day with Hayate, yet now she felt a bit empty. Since Hayate wasn’t coming, Nanoha looked over at the Nakajima sisters, cheering up a bit as she saw their love sipping all over the room. She lifted the hem of her blue skirt as she pulled her legs onto the couch, settling into a more comfortable position, also correcting the white shirt of her uniform as she did.
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That was a beautiful chapter. Particularly happy for Ginga, who had imo a death to die for. ;)

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Wow, this story never fails to turn me on. It's nice and quick.

oh my god this story is wonderful

I like this kind of content, but it is disappointing that story itself is practically same length as the list of tags and dialogue has not much related to what is happening.
I like casual guro but this was a bit too casual and felt not as if she does not even care about being gutted but that she is willing to do anything just to avoid conversation.
there should be more discussions and more detailed descriptions of what is going on.

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I have no idea what you're talking about. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Is this still a thing? I was kinda excited. It would be a shame if it just died

I vote for Samus to win, even though in a battle, I think Ventress would be more likely to. Sure the armor might hold up to a couple glancing blows, like that of Darth Vader, but a well trained Sith, who deflects laser blasts all the time won't be too out of her element vs. a power beam.

Maybe the Morph Ball Bombs and Power Bombs will have an effect, but I wouldn't count on it with force lightning and force push to keep Samus from getting close as a morph ball, and punishing her if she does. Missiles might be less useful.

I just like Samus as a character better than Ventress, so, call it personal bias.

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Awesome finale!

“Dr. Robert, Dr. Robert”

A young scientist exclaimed as he ran into the lab. It was a dark room filled with computers and workers with a giant window showing off the empty, white testing room

“What is it son”

Dr. Robert, an older man with grey hair, a larger grey mustache, and brown eyes covered by glasses, wearing a lab coat, and white pants asked as he turned to the younger man.

“Is this test really necessary, I mean what does this have to do with science”

The younger man asked. Dr. Robert frowned.

“What are talking about?!? A ghoul Vs Diclonius? Do you know how badass that would be? Science demands it”

The good doctor exclaimed. The scientist adjusted his glasses.

“No, no sir. I agree that this complete pointless, dangerous, and frankly inhuman test that waist extremely valuable resources is complete necessary.”

He said.

“but why do they have to be naked”

The scientists asked. Dr. Robert burst into laughter.

“Why do they have to be naked he asks! Of course they have to be naked are you stupid”

He said starting to walk back to his chair

“Why the gotta be naked huh. Stupid kid”

He mumbled.

“START THE TEST!”

A door opened in the testing room and a naked, purple haired Asian emerged.

“I-is this where you wanted me to go”

She asked as she nervously observed her surroundings. The light almost shined off her pail skin, her small yet perky boobs so shiny you could almost see your reflection. Her slender figure shivered as if she was terrified and her brown eyes on the verge of tears. Her legs and arms where thin, and her tiny ass firm. Her vagina covered by a bush of black hair revealing her natural hair color.

Another door opened and a machine rolled out with a young girl with a helmet on chained to it. Her figure was slim, yet her breast big. On them where two big pink nipples. Her stomach was flat, and her shaved vagina as pink as her nipples. Suddenly random parts of the machine where torn apart by some unseen force, till the women was freed. She walked forward, Her bare feet sticking to the cold hard floor slightly and her thick ass jiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I wasn't very found of how Rize Vs Lucy turned out so I wrote a shorter but in my opinion better version. So here's Rize Vs Lucy remastered. Can you call it remastered if it wasn't any good in the first place? Rize Vs Lucy mastered I guess

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I agree with TheMadRaven about the frequent use of same phrases, but I think this is the pretty normal thing to do if you want to focus on that and create a certain mood.

I cant say anything bad about this, but it is an excellent example of female porn since you focus on the idea of being helpless.
This is not entirely my taste as I prefer action stories but it may be useful to take some phrases if I will do some RP later.

Thanks for the feedback, and I agree about repeat phrases. I also think it could've been better edited, I'm annoyed by a couple of missing words. I didn't actually have time to proof read this, let alone do any proper editing.

Anything I do in future will be shorter, and that should improve the editing. It's worth noting how distracted I was feeling by the last couple of chapters.

If there is something I hate, it's that ending. It's dreadful, and being the intended focal point of the story it's weakness drags everything else down. I think I may write the ending first next time, as I've learned that immersing myself in such an erotic fantasy for such a long time is torture. I was genuinely struggling to concentrate towards the end.

Fuck anyone who complains about editing. That was fucking hot. The chapter breakdown just made it more exciting.

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GLORIOUS work TVB. your stories are alaways the best, and all the hotter when the meatcunts are not just willing but eager to have the worst things done to them.

and little maggie... simply the best. would love to see a followup showing tiff getting her just deserts though.

>>13122
Yeah, even in the stories set in Dolcett worlds, girls just deciding "I'm gonna be snuffed today!" or "Eh, why not?" bother me a bit.

>>13123
Well, Tiffany's school is much more ambitious in their fund raising efforts, and as a result, much better funded.

>>13128
Sure. I'll do that now.

>>13136
I blame Ms. Masterson. It was a very fun collaboration and she brought a level of fun to it I didn't fully prepare for. Honestly Most of the credit is due to her.

>>13140
Sure. I'll do that now.

>>13148
Mabbie's exploits are planned, yeah. But that's going to be written in teh same style as a collaboration between Ms. Masterson and I. This is more something I wrote off the cuff and then waited a week to look over and polish the ending.

>>13180
Well, that will be coming, but not this time. This time... Tiffany has a Snack.

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Tiffany has a Snack

Tiffany smiled, thoroughly satisfied as the last waves of her climax overtook her. It had been a full week since she'd eaten Sam at the auction and given what she'd promised her mom in return for the loan to buy Sam that night, Tiffany figured it was time to start getting her affairs in order; which brought her to this afternoon.

The brown-skinned girl looked town between her legs at the mousy light-skinned brunette resting between them. Penny's lips were wet with the aftermath of Tiffany's arousal, her nectar splattered across her lightly-freckled face like honey on a bear's muzzle. Penny had been a wonderful sub; diligent, and delightful, she even helped Tiffany out with her homework! But... Tiffany didn't need a sub anymore, and since her mother was putting her on the menu by year's end she didn't exactly need help on her homework either.

Penny's eyes glistened expectantly as she looked up at her mistress. Tiffany had told her that today was going to be special when she invited the shy white girl over to her house earlier that day, and so far every time Tiffany had promised her sub something special she'd delivered. Dildo play, bondage, wax Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

a beautifull followup.

the wastefullness of throwing her out is actualy kindof a super fetish of mine... espeicaly how willing and eager she was to be trash when her "usefullness" was carved out and eaten.

purpose fufilled, the rest of her, including her life, is garbage. super sexy. cant wait to read more of whatever you put out next, your writing is the best TVB

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so disgusting. love it. u should take commision

Heh, I doubt theres much demand for tailor made filthy stories =p

>>13934
Not the other guy, but I'd sure as hell pay. Just share your email or whatever and I'll go for it

Godly

Definitely well made.

Mindtrap - Perspective (Part 3)

I looked at the light glinting off the sharp metal.

The pin between my fingers was as long as a sewing needle, but capped with a small coloured ball. In front of me was a bathroom mirror, my nude form reflected in its depths, my perky breasts covered with goosebumps and capped with hard nipples. I placed the end of the pin against a nondescript part of the outer curve of my right tit and pushed, gasping as I painfully, gradually pressed it into the meat of my soft pale orb. All that was visible now was the bright plastic ball, but I could feel the entire length of the shaft inside my breast. The feeling was amazing, and I gasped with pleasure as my free hand caressed my sex.

I had a pile of pins, and continued to push them into myself one by one, wincing and moaning as I felt my breasts pierced by the tiny steel spears. They were beginning to look like pincushions with over 30 pins penetrating them in various places. Panting, I sucked some of my own juices off my fingers, before grabbing one of my as yet untouched nipples and stretching it out. My heart was thudding in my chest as I skewered the nipple sideways with a pin, then let out a small sob as I did it again at ninety degrees to the first. I picked up another pin, and focusing my attention on my right nipple, this time I put the pin right at the tip of my teat, before pushing it into the nipple towards my chest. I felt it stab through my sensitive bud, plunging at least an inch into the flesh.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My breasts were covered in points of colour, every one of them a beacon of exquisite pain. Stepping back to admire the view, I sat down on the edge of the bathtub. Stroking my pussy, I saw that there were yet more pins, and I knew what I wanted to do with them. I shifted my position and spread my legs wide. Pulling on one of my labia, I thrust a pin through without hesitation, then twisted it and pushed it back through the same lip like a tailor pinning a piece of cloth, the point of the pin bursting out the side with a tiny drop of blood. I repeated this a number of times, also pushing some straight down, deep into my swollen outer labia. Finally I picked up a pin with a pink plastic ball on the end. Perfect. Taking my clitoris between my fingers, I held it steady as I placed the pin against the end of my nub of sensitive flesh. I took a deep breath, then pushed, impaling my clit on the little skewer.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

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I lay back, covered in sweat, and took a piece of sushi, popping it in my mouth. We were approaching the end of the flight, and I had allowed Paige to bring our dinner right in the middle of our lovemaking, much to Bianca's complete embarrassment. She had left it on the table by the bed and walked out as though we had been merely been chatting about fashion, instead of me trying to see how far inside Bianca I could reach with my tongue. I didn't think it had been possible for Bianca to turn any redder.

I finished chewing and looked at her. I had covered her naked body in sushi and was using her as a platter for our meal, with instructions to lie there and not move. I took another piece and dipped it into the soy sauce pooling in her belly button, before holding it to her mouth. She took the offering and chewed it happily. "You know, we still don't know much about each other. Our most intimate fetishes, sure, but I'm still wondering what you were doing hitchhiking along the coast." A look of sadness crossed her face and I stroked her hair. "Sorry, if you don't want to tell me you don't have to..."

"No, no. I want to, it just involves some unpleasant memories." I took another piece from between her breasts and popped it in my mouth. "I went to high school with this girl, Cristiana. We were never really friends. She was popular and gorgeous, and I was kind of a geek. She seemed to enjoy making my days miserable."

I finished chewing and swallowed. "I dislike her already."

"I always used to admire the girls I went to school with. I admired their figures and their faces, in the changing rooms I would try to sneak glances at their breasts or pussies. I told myself I was just trying to compare them to mine but the truth was that every time I saw them, I got excited. I would think about them in bed at night while I explored myself. I finally came to admit I was very attracted to girls."

I took a piece of tempura and held her pussy open. Bianca gasped as I pushed it into her, coating it in her own natural sauce. "Mmm, what's not to like?"

Bianca moaned. "That's going to make it very difficult to tell you my story. Do you want to have sex instead? I can finish telling your later."

"Uh-uh. Story." I grinned at her sheepishly at I wolfed down the tasty tempura. "Sex later."

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Holding some garments I had selected, I ducked through the curtain into the small room. Bianca was standing on a platform, looking at herself in the mirror while a shop assistant crouched at her feet, measuring the hem of the black evening dress she was wearing. I put down the items I was carrying and stepped up behind her, admiring her petite from. "Lovely." I purred. Standing on my tiptoes I rested my chin on her shoulder and ran my hands over her hips, feeling the lovely smooth fabric that covered them. I pinched the silk, pulling on the slightly loose material. "It needs to be taken in here."

"Yes, ma'am." The shop assistant stood when I spoke, taking my place behind Bianca and wrapping the measuring tape around her shapely waist. She took note of the measurement and turned to me. "I'll make some arrangements with the tailor and ring up your other purchases, Miss Love."

"Have them delivered to my hotel as soon as they're ready." She nodded in acknowledgement and I thanked her as she left the two of us to continue changing.

Bianca looked at me, blushing. "Any tighter and my panty line will show."

I laughed. "You're not meant to wear any in this dress." I reached inside the long slit up one leg hooked my fingers inside the black lacy thing she had being trying on, expertly tugging it down until gravity caught it and deposited it around her ankles. "This is how you'll be dressed when you're attending formal occasions with me, kitten. There's some lovely art galleries I'd relish taking you to. It'll be so much fun knowing that underneath your dress you'll be going commando, completely exposed and unprotected from my inquisitive fingers when people aren't looking."

Bianca's face gained a measure of colour as she stood in front of the mirror. "Kitten?" She smiled at my use of the pet name.

I reached up to her zip, slowly pulling it down, exposing her back. She had to hold her hands to her chest to stop the dress from falling. "That's right, you remind me of one because you always look so happy lapping up my cream." I gently took her hands, pulling them from her chest, and the gown slid to the ground in a puddle at her feet.

She blushed some more as I gazed at her breasts. They looked asymmetrical, her missing nipple standing out in its absence. "Meow?" She grinned sheepishly, embarrassed that she had made the cute sound.

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I stood up, letting out a yelp as Bianca slapped my behind. "Well done." She went to a cupboard and took out a narrow tray, bringing it over to the chair and placing it on the table beside us. It was full of long steel skewers of varying lengths and thicknesses. I just looked at her, waiting for her to explain. She stepped behind Cristiana and reached around my friend's body, fondling her breasts. "I want you to help me fill these fat tits with those things."

Cristi was getting furious now. "This screwed up sex game of yours has gone on long enough! Do you think I'm going to beg for mercy or something? I don't know how you managed to talk Nicci into performing that... depraved act on me, but you don't really expect me to believe you're going to hurt me, do you?" She sneered at Bianca. "You're not that bold."

Bianca was visibly upset. I could see Cristiana's influence over her still had an effect, but then she took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again I could see the determination in them. "Nicola, show Cristiana what we did you you."

I was embarrassed at having to show Cristiana the extent of my mutilation, but I did as Bianca asked, wincing as I hooked my hand under my knee and lifted my leg to the arm of the chair. Cristiana just stared in horror at the carnage that had previously been my vagina. "Jesus. What happened?"

Bianca held up the bowl with my amputated body parts in it for Cristiana to see. "Just a little amateur surgery with a scalpel. Am I bold now, Cristiana?"

Cristi's atmosphere of being in control crumbled as she realised what she was looking at, what I had endured. She tried to look away, but kept glancing back as though she couldn't believe what she saw. "God, no," She whispered. "I'm so sorry for all the bullying, Bianca, please! The photos weren't my idea! Nicola, you're my friend, don't do this... mmph!" With a thoughtful look on her face, Bianca stuffed a red ball gag into her mouth, strapping it behind her head, and part of me was relieved. I already felt guilty from going down on her, and that was a pleasant experience compared to what Bianca just told me to do. Hearing Cristi beg for mercy was making me feel worse.

I grabbed some skewers from the table and stood in front of her. This was it. I was about to torture a girl I considered my friend, to increase our odds of living through this. I had to get on Bianca's good side. I was surPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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My incredible meal finished, I slid off the stool, pushing it backwards as I stood. Returning to Cristiana I pulled the tape off her mouth. "Nothing in there? I guess you must have eaten my clitoris then. How was it?"

She made a disgusted look, staring at the two red holes on my chest in horror. "What the fuck have you done, Nicola? Oh my god, I can't believe you cut off your own breasts and ATE them!"

"Yeah, it's odd. It makes no sense, but it made me feel so good." I thought for a second and turned to Bianca. "Does this mean I'm a cannibal, or does it have to be another person's meat for it to count?" Bianca just shrugged.

I dismissed the question and turned back to my friend. "Nicola, please..."

I reached for the red ball gag and stuffed it back in despite Cristi's protests. I preferred the look of it to that of the tape. "I'm sorry Cristi. I hate hearing you beg. I don't think you'll appreciate being debreasted as much as I did, but that's where this is going, I realise that now. Just relax, and let it happen." I pointed to one of the cupboards. "Bianca, there's some nylon rope in there. Grab it for me would you?" Bianca seemed surprised, but she didn't argue. As she headed over to where I pointed, I wondered how I knew it was there. I shook my head, clearing the confusing thought and instead focused on the task at hand.

Causing Cristiana to wince, I started to extract the skewers from her boobs one by one. Each skewer left a tiny puncture wound behind which leaked a small amount of blood, but they were otherwise undamaged. Bianca returned and handed me the thin rope, and I started to wrap it around the hysterical Cristiana's breasts, eliciting a few squeals as I tied it off. The twin orbs bulged with the strain, turning a slightly reddish colour. I made a knot between her tits and pulling up one of the stools, I climbed onto it and looped the other end of the rope over the pulley that I had hung from earlier this evening. I fastened it to the mechanism and stepping down, I went to the switch Bianca had used and pressed it.

Cristiana yelped as her tits were pulled forward. "Bianca, just let her out of the chair, would you? But hold her arms." Bianca did as I asked and I kept holding the switch. Cristiana stumbled out of the chair as the rope pulled her forward, until she was standing right underneath the pulley. I grabbed some leather cuffs and approached the two girPost too long. Click here to view the full text.