/lit/ - Literature

I'm just going to dump all my stories as quickly as possible. Life changes are under way, and I don't anticipate I'll post for a while. All of these stories are fictional/fantasy. Any resemblance to any persons, real or fictional, are coincidental. I do not condone any harm to anybody. If you plan on hurting yourself or others, please do not, and seek help. I enjoy feedback, so if you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment below!

--CB




Part 1



I could not believe my eyes.

I thought back to how long I had been assigned this gig for the military. Two months I had been here, working 12 hour shifts at a time, and I was beginning to burn out. Maybe it was from the boredom. But it was the same old shit. Again and again. Prisoner after prisoner. Men, really. Almost all of them. Occasionally I'd have my fun with a women, but they tended to be older. I had interrogated dozens of them. And yes, I had the green light to use the most gruesome of methods. It was war, after all. And we were in the middle of a city on ledge. The enemy had at times threatened control of the city, and sometime we did. But it was a tenuous situation. And so I had to do my job. Which was to extract information from people, really at all costs. Many of these people were later executed. So really the whole art of torturing without making a mark was lost in our job these days. If I had to remove an eyeball, so be it. If I had to break every bone in a body, I did it. I got good at my job, but I was getting tired.

And then I looked at my sheet that day, of who I was assigned to now. I had been assigned a prisoner, and I could hardly believe my eyes.

Name: Sandra. Gender: Female. Age: 11.

Instantly, I was hooked. I read her file briefly. She was suspected of being a messenger and a spy for the enemy. And she reported to some fairly important officers within the enemy ranks. Those who had captured her were certain that she knew where nearly all of the sniper nests were at within the eastern bloc of the city. It was of great importance to our commanders that we limit the sniper presence in the city. It wasn't just to kills that they made that worried our central command. It was the psychological terror of being killed at any moment. That nobody was safe. And they targeted officers. High level commanders. So we knew they had spies. And apparently, this little girl was one of them. She would idePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Spanking Booth

(Inspired by the Kissing Booth movie on Netflix)

Sally wakes up, starts getting ready for school and her uniform gets ruined by her dad's breakfast. OMG she needs to find her backup. But she can't find it.

"Dad, where's my second uniform?"

"At the laundry."

She don't have a third option, needs to find another option. She looks in her closet and the only thing she sees is the one she wore at first grade.

"Oh, c'mon! I'm on 6th grade now!"

She has to wear it, looks for some underwear now. Nothing. What's happening? It's all dirty. This can't be happening to her. Doesn't matter, she only got 4 minutes to get into the school bus. Tight white shirt, small skirt, and no underwear. Great!

She's a small blonde 11 years and blue eyes, going to Beverly Hills Elementary in a 6 yrs old outfit.

Once she gets at school, her butt and pussy are showing off as she walks. One guy comes around and spanks her. "Hey!" The guy runs away.

Her best friend, Amy, comes to her.

"We need to present our idea for the school fair in a few minutes!"

"What? We don't have anything!"

"I know but principal says we have to do it now or forget about everything."

Damn, could this be worse?

The principal asks her about her idea, but also about her very short skirt. She comes up with an idea.

"We are doing a spanking booth."

"So, it's that why you are wearing such a small skirt?"

"Yes. You see? Many parents are now deprived from spanking their own kids. But what if we give them the chance to span another girls, not theirs? For a small price. I'm sure even teachers would pay to be able to spank some of the students. This would raise a lot of money."

"Will you be one of the girls to be spanked?"

"No, it will be voluntaries from 6th grade. The most popular and pretty girls from the grade."

"And will the parents be allowed to spank their own kids?"

"No, anyone can only spank girls who are not theirs. We'll ask them for pictures of their parents to verify before the spanking."

"Ok, I'm looking forward to see that. Approved."

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The day of the fair, she and her best friend have managed to convince 12 of the most popular girls to volunteer for the booth. First goes mexican Maria.

"10 bucks for a minute, coPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Frat Snuff Party
M+g(12), MF, torture, debreasting, womb removal, incest, snuff

Clara pulled up at the frat house and turned to her daughter. "You sure you want to do this?"
"Yes, mom I'm old enough to make my own decisions now."
Sara was 12 and starting to look more like a woman than a little girl. Perky B cups, spreading hips, long legs and a skinny waist on the 4'11" girl. Dressed in a short tank top that threatened to show off some underboob if she moved too quickly, and cut off jeans that barely covered anything, she looked like a tease. She, however loved sex and most men who were bold enough didn't get a tease, they got to fuck the little tart. Her mom had gotten her condoms, but she loved the feel of bare cock inside her, and loved when men came deep in her pussy.
The frat house they had pulled up to was gearing up for Friday night and Sara was eager to get passed around and fucked all night long.
Clara on the other hand, had had enough of her daughter risking pregancy, she didn't mind her being a slut, but didn't want any little babies running around.
She headed back home, knowing that she wouldn't see Sara again.
Sara headed into the party smiling at the approving looks she got. When she got to the door a young college student opened it for her. She smiled provocatively at him ad stepped inside. She was immediately grabbed by two other students and brought dowstairs to the basement. She reveled at the manhandling, she loved being 'forced' and did not resist much. They roughly removed her clothes and laid her on a table and strapped her down; this was kinky, but she did not mind. When she felt the first cock at her drooling pussy she was almost panting with excitement. As the upperclassman pushed himself into her tight young pussy, she mewled and whimpered with pleasure.
Overcum with the eroticness of fucking a 12 year old, he soon came, and was replaced by another. She came hard feeling his cum deep in her slutty little pussy.
Grabbing a beer he moved around to the head of the table. He bagan to fondle her little titties, and leaned down to suck on one.
She loved having her tits sucked, and moaned into it.
Her pleasure was cut short when he visciously bit down on her nipple, provoking a scream from the girl. Her cunt clamped down on the man inside her causing him to spray his cum deep in the little slut.
As the older boy pulled away from her tit, she lookePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

She didn't know how she got so turned around so quickly. The young girl had been on her way home from her grandmother's after breakfast, using a little dirt road she had traveled dozens of times before when she felt nature calling her. With a large breakfast weighing on her young belly she quickly decided to head into the woods to relieve herself, but barely ten feet off the little dirt path when she lost sight of the road. Concerned she may lose her way she turned back around, hoping to have the road at least in sight as she did her business. Though somehow she had made a mistake and ended up turning the wrong way, only walking deeper into the woods. Now lost and struggling to find her way back her urges were the last thing on on her mind.


Fear began to mount as she drifted further into the woods, taking a cautious few steps before looking around, changing direction and walking once more. Everywhere she looked seemed the same, more dirt and more trees. The dull throbbing of her bladder peaked once more to a sharp pain, she hissed and gripped at her groin, bunching up her light blue dress as she looked around frantically from side to side, hoping to see something familiar or even the road. Her all too full bladder nagging against her fears of truly being lost in the woods. Distressed and fighting with the strong urge to pee she picked a direction and took off in it, dashing through the trees, hoping to find a road, any road, as she ran. Her long jet black hair billowed behind her as she ran, spilling over her shoulders and well past her young bum like a waterfall of black ink.


Without any warning, something caught her foot and yanked it forward, with a shocked yelp she was swept off of her feet and slammed onto her back, knocking the wind out of her, as well as loosening her already struggling bladder. A gush of urine erupted from her young slit, quickly soaking through the thin fabric of her panties and down between her legs, dripping onto he dress and the ground below. Yet before she could catch her breath she began to be pulled along the dirt, dragging her light blue dress through the dirt and urine soaked mud and soon up into the ther air! The young girl finally caught her breath with a ragged coughing gasp as she was hoisted up into the air, dangling by her feet.


She was nearly four feet off the ground, too far to reach the dirt with her arms, yet her extravagantly long hair managed to close thPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

"Die, scum!"

I cursed as the column exploded behind me with my opponent's invective, her snake sword showering me with rubble as it cleaved through the ancient stone. I was rapidly running out of places to hide as I scurried away like a rat to another pillar, the brief reprieve doing little to quell my rising panic as my opponent's sword retracted as she advanced.

A moment of distraction crossed my mind as my opponent's strides caused her sizable breasts to jiggle, the largest pair of tits I had ever seen straining against their owner's skimpy outfit. The stories were true! Ivy Valentine was truly as impressive as the tavern tales made her out to be - cold, haughty beauty radiating from her, and an outfit to match - one that was half aristocrat and half dominatrix. That outfit left little of her voluptuous body to the imagination. If I had more time, I would definitely be admiring those perfectly shaped tits or that oh-so-round ass with the thin strip of fabric wedged between the cheeks and practically into her barely concealed pussy. Her high heels clicked on the floor as she strode towards me, and I stole a glance at her tits through some of the cracks in the stone.

The reason for my interest in her tits, besides the obvious, was that she was playing with them with one hand as she pursued me casually. Originally she had an armored gauntlet on one arm, but she had quickly abandoned that after it was obvious I was no match. Now the domina was stalking me, nipples standing out starkly underneath her outfit, her voice thick with lust and arrogance as she pawed at her own tits. Clearly, the dominatrix outfit wasn't just an act, and she was very clearly getting off on the possibility of butchering me. The whiplike Valentine, which she wielded with a flourish, added to the effect.

"Must you run?" she called out in her haughty English accent. "It makes it that much harder to see you squirm!"

I took mental note of my situation. All I had was my bow and two daggers for weapons. Normally, I would take my chances against a sword wielder in a battle, but the enclosed space of the ancient cathedral coupled with the unique nature of Ivy's weapon meant I couldn't get aim and get a shot off before being skewered. The daggers weren't much use either - even if I could get close to her, her retracted sword would make quick work of me before I could close the last bit of distance.

A moment of self-pity filledPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

***The following is a story of fiction. The author does not condone
violence towards anybody***


Brother Felipe -

I'm just an old man now. Do you remember, Brother? We met only a year ago. I could not speak, but you stayed with me that evening, and what a delightful conversation we had with a stack of papers and a single ink pen. Let's keep that to ourselves. The Church would throw a fit if they knew we wasted precious ink and pulp to have but a fleeting conversation. I cherish it, though. And I am writing to you now, because I know I can trust you.

I feel I must tell you what terrible things I have witnessed and write them down, lest they had never happened. Nobody speaks of it, what they had witnessed that day. The regional Church of Santiago Marin had gone too far, of course. They were just whispers then. But we were all afraid. Who could say anything about the Church after what they had just seen? Back then, the Church of Santiago Marin was powerful and influential. We
had to protect ourselves. We had to keep our children safe. We were scared. Who could blame us? But then again, our silence is what damned us, and our silence is what will continue to damn us if nobody remembers what happened. And we won't remember, which is why I write this letter to you now, my dear friend. Many of these words will be painful to write, but I must.

It began nearly a decade ago in the town of Santiago Marin, my place of birth actually. I don't remember if I had told you that. I was a vocal opponent of the regional church there. Mind you, this was during the start of this new movement sweeping the country. The Inquisition, I believe some are calling it now. Things have started to slow a bit since then, but remember ten years ago when friends and family were whisked away left and right? That's when this story begins. I am not going to tell you about what happened to me. My story is unremarkable. Like so many others I was
unjustly imprisoned. I was tortured. I was locked up like an animal. But I was spared the worst of the cruelty. And I was eventually freed. They should have killed me. Now I am rotting in my old bones, with memories too painful to bear.

I was not a Pagan. Like you, I used to preach to those who hungered for the Word of Christ. I believe in Christ, our Lord, our Saviour, our Merciful Healer. But I saw it, like many others, that the ChurPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Dr Ritsuko Akagi sips her tea and looks over the operation notes held conveniently in her clipboard. It is a break for her, not her subject, who may have water right now and nothing else. INTERFACE HEADSETS, still top of the list. Why did she expect otherwise. She taps the tip of a biro near the edge of the name, then scrawls a character. It is not a normal meaning, but she uses it to signify whenever she has a misgiving about the results based on this subject and she wishes to write a paper on it later. The doctor audibly scoffs. Can they really expect a working model gained from this subject will be useful on a person? She dents the paper with a firm tap of the biro three times. I. Think. Not. they signify.

She sets the clipboard aside and stands. The subject is a few passes away from her work desk, sitting in a chair of a mock cockpit. It is nothing like the final product will look like, but its look is no matter. On a rollable desk are the control handles, and a projector shines a fuzzy light in standby mode on the far wall. Around the chair, stand sensor arrays on three-legged bases. The girl, at least that is what shape it is in, holds a small paper cup of water, which Ritsuko pinches by the rim and pulls away. The small hands lower to her lap. "That is enough break, Ayanami. We are proceeding with the interface headsets. In this test, you will complete tasks as assigned to the best of your ability."

Rei does not answer. Ritsuko drops the cup in a bin on her way around to her control console. "Ayanami, answer me when I speak to you and give you an order."

"Acknowledged."

"Better," the doctor says coldly. She boots the test programme, then sets the arrays to calibration. The main test protocols in the system, on the other hand, will take time to initialize. The simulator arrays, sensors, diagnostic suits, and so on were all built by the NERV counterparts in the United States. Powerful and sensitive equipment they are, the design architecture lacks elegance. Thus, they are all slow to work together. She does not have time to overhaul the whole system and fix the problem, but Ritsuko often muses that the American penchant for clumsiness has delayed the project by at least four months. It is just as well that she is alone with the subject; Ristuko feels she lacks the patience for having other humans in her lab today.

While the equipment prepares itself, Ritsuko brings the pPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I've been writing breast-destruction guro stories for ages now but have recently been trying my hand at some evisceration action too.

...which is something that can be found in a fair number of my stories, but this is the first to really focus on it.

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*ENTRANCE_01*
*REDHEAD_01*
*RAMPAGE_01*
*TRIO_01*
*FRAMES_01*
*STAFF_GIRLS_01*
*STAFF_GIRLS_02*
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*ENTRANCE_01*

Sarah's eyes bugged as she stepped through the door and into a party that was absolutely packed with toned, and nearly-naked, beauties.

Not just toned, her brain added as she ogled, these babes are fucking ripped!

Sarah blushed as a busty blonde beauty with a smoking six-pack caught her staring and grinned at her.

"Sorry... I totally didn't mean t-*Glomph!*" Sarah's embarrassed apology was cut short as the fit beauty locked lips with her.

"Oh please, stare away." The blonde beauty purred as she guided one of Sarah's hands towards her toned abs.

"Oh wow..." Sarah breathed, voice trailing off as she caressed the fit blonde's rock-hard abs.

"Mmm... I love when a babe puts her hands on my bod." The blonde purred, wriggling her hips and licking her lips as she stretched her toned form and let Sarah explore it.

"And what a bod!" Sarah exclaimed, feeling a warm rush at having the toned blonde's hard body pulled tight against her own fit form.

"Mmm... I'd love to have you enjoy it." The toned blonde replied, biting her lip as Sara groped her.

Not believing her luck as she pulled the fit blonde close, Sara locked lips with the beauty and was amazed at the girl's hungry ferocity.

Sarah moaned with pleasure as she groped and squeezed the hardbodied blonde - from her ripe breasts to her sculpted six-pack and the lengths of her toned thighs.

Before Sarah knew it, she was on top of the blonde on a couch and grinding against her - both of them writhing passionately as they kissed and groped each other.

"Grrr... Girl you're delicious. I want to bury something in you!" Sarah growled, thinking back to the strap-on she had, tragically, left at home.

"Oh yes - do it!" The hardbodied blonde urged, eyes alight with hungry need as she stretched her toned body out long & lPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Autumn wept as she was lead into the room. A cold steel scaffold was erected in the back against the wall, it’s joints configurable so the bound victim could be moved and positioned in any number of ways. A video camera sat on a tripod pointed directly at it, it’s display open and a single red light blinking.

“Oh god, please” Autumn meekly teased out. Tears were streaming down her gentle cheeks from eyes concealed by lengthy bangs. “Please just kill me and get this over with.” she pleaded, but she knew in her heart it would be to no avail. She and the other girls were forced to watch the execution preceding their own, so she knew what horrors awaited her. Just yesterday, she had been taken to this exact room to find one of the other girls from her group strapped to this very scaffold. Over the course of several hours she watched in complete horror as the executioner slit open the poor girl’s abdomen and dumped her guts out between her legs. The screaming and crying and begging of the girl was now stamped on her brain. She cried all night and didn’t sleep for even a moment, her mind in shock from seeing such a tortured and drawn out death. They came for her the next morning.

The moment she saw which room they were taking her to Autumn began to cry and beg. She knew what was in store for her and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what the experience was going to be like. All she knew was that she had to stop it somehow, there was no way that was going to happen to her. But she couldn’t see a way to get out of it. She was handcuffed and deep within a facility she couldn’t even begin to guess the location of. She had no tools or resources, only the cuffs around her wrists and ankles and what little clothing they had been issued, which mainly consisted of a skin tight short sleeve crop top several sizes too small and similar tight shorts. The clothing had hardly been appropriate for the cold nights on the concrete floor of the girl’s cell and they had resorted to huddling together in as they slept for warmth.

As they began to unlock her cuffs, she briefly started thinking about running for the door, but the guards were careful and kept a tight grip on her, making sure to bind her feet to the scaffold before undoing her hands. The scaffold was arranged so that she was standing up with her feet spaced about a foot and a half apart and her arms strapped down by her sides. There were two handles just below the bindPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

So, not my first story and not something I started last night. Been picking at this for at least two years now and figure that its as good as its gonna get without outside input. I am gonna be posting this elsewhere (4uckedinthehead on hentaifoundry and AO3.) I will tag as thoroughly as I can think to because theres gonna be a broad spectrum of fucked up in this story. That being said, I probably wont think of everything, so be forwarned. In general, the main themes are cannibalism, slavery, mindfuckery, torture, transformation and non/semicon.

Last thing, I have about another 50k words written, in about 20 chapters in varying stages of completion and polish. If anyone would like to speed up the otherwise glacial rate I will post, hmu 4uckedinthehead@gmail.com