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Karl spent the entire period doodling weapons in the margins of his quiz, and watching Jane Nuelle.

Jane shifted in her seat as she worked out an equation. Her frizzy blonde hair rippled as the air conditioner blasted the room with an icy breeze. Karl licked his lips. Her cheerleading uniform, green-gold with a cat paw on her chest, barely concealed her legs, toned by years of sports, as she crossed them. How would they feel, as his hands slid up her calves, and gripped her ass? He would find out before the day was over. Has anyone enjoyed the fruit that must lay between those legs? She always talked about saving herself for marriage, so, maybe he'd be the only one on Earth blessed with such an opportunity.

"Done!" Jane's skirt bobbed, revealing the bottom of her bubbly ass cheeks with each step, as she brought her assignment to Mr. Sisko's.

The teacher peered up from his phone as Jane handed over the quiz. "Done so soon?"

Jane giggled. "Yeah. It was pretty easy."

He smiled. "Knowing you, it probably was."

"So," she slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, while twirling a strand of hair around her index finger, "would it be okay if I left a little early to use the bathroom?"

"Go ahead, you've earned it. Just don't tell anyone."

"Thanks!"

Jane's bosom nearly fell out of her uniform as she bent down to gather her belongings. Her baby blue eyes caught his gaze, and followed it to her exposed breast. She smiled while holding her binder over her cleavage. Karl tapped his head with the tip of his pencil, and gazed at the wall above Jane's head.

Karl's gaze returned to her legs, following them as she left the room.

He finished doodling another knife and got up, grabbing the duffle bag under his desk. Karl threw his assignment onto Sisko's desk: "later gator!"

"Just where exactly is it you think you're going, Mister Johnson?"

"None of yo goddamned businesses, Mister Sissy."

Most of the students were now looking up. Some of them gasped.

Sisko's hand gripped Karl's shoulder as he reached for the door. "I think you're going to see Miss Jenkins."

Karl slapped the teacher's hand. "Fuck off!"

"Now, you listen young man, you don't–," Sisko wheezed as Karl's foot slammed into his crotch. Karl swung his fist into Sisko's face, sending him stumbling back into his chair.

Karl slammed the door behind him as Sisko bellowed numerous swear words. He sped down the hallway, turning the corner before Sisko could leave the classroom.

***

He stopped just outside of the men's room, leaning against the wall as he unzipped his duffle bag.

A girl appeared around the corner. Maria Sanders, silvery blonde hair draped over her shoulders, a diamond in her nose, wearing the same green-gold cheerleading uniform, was Jane's best friend. She waved, a smile plastered on her face. Karl waved back, and watched her disappear into the girl's bathroom.

Once the door closed, he pulled a Glock 19 from his bag. He attached a suppressor and extended magazine, before entering the girl's bathroom.

He stood at the edge of the barrier and peered into the bathroom. Maria looked into the mirror, fidgeting with her eyebrows, as she chatted with two other girls; Lin and Rachel. Lin, Asian, brown hair barely touching her neck, sat on the sink. Rachel, jet-black hair to her shoulders, milky complexion, leaned against the wall. Both wore the same uniform as Maria and Jane.

"So, I got accepted into Virginia Tech. I'm finally going to be a Hokie next year," Jane said.

Karl swiveled around the corner, aiming his weapon. Maria jerked as six bullets ripped through her upper back. She collapsed to the floor, heaving as blood pooled around her.

A chorus of screams erupted from the two girls. Jane, standing against the stalls, shook. Tears welled up in her eyes, as she nibbled on her fingernails.

A bullet tore through Rachel's skirt. She wailed, clutching her crotch as blood soaked through her skirt, and ran her legs. Four bullets between her perky tits ended her screams, sending her to the floor.

Lin threw her hands up as he turned the gun towards her. "P-please don't kill me! I don't wanna die!" Piss ran down her caramel skin. Karl fired; a hole appeared between her eyes, a mixture of blood and brain matter splattered against the mirror. She collapsed, twitching, as piss continued gushing into a puddle around her corpse.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Jane's face contorted as Karl approached.

"Don't scream, or you're next."

"What do you want?"

"What I've always wanted." He shoved the gun into his back pocket, and gripped her thighs.

"Why? Why me?"

Karl grinned. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew I needed to make you mine." Karl rubbed her thighs, pushing further up her skirt. She trembled as he reached her asscheeks. They were bare. "No panties?"

"I-I forgot them this morning. I-I was in a hurry."

"Don't need to be ashamed to show off this body of yours, Kate. You're very lovely."

"Please stop!"

He kneeled, ducking beneath her skirt. Jane's slit glistened. Was she actually aroused by all of this? His cock pressed against his jeans as he wrapped his lips around her womanhood.

"Please! I'm untouched! I'm saving myself for Sam."

"That nerd isn't worthy of taking your maidenhood."

Jane shuttered as his tongue slid across her slit.

"Amazing!" Karl licked her pussy as she sobbed. Her sobs became moans, her hips began grinding against his face.

"You're going to make me come! Please stop, I want Sam to be my first–aaaah!"

Jane's convulsed, her thighs clenching. Her nectar drenched his face. Karl lapped as much of her juice, until the convulsions died, and the flow stopped.

Karl emerged from Jane's skirt to see her trembling. Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"It's not over yet, babe." He smirked.

"Don't!"

Karl unzipped his pants, his throbbing dick sprang forward.

"No! Please! I'm a virgin!"

He lifted her by the ass, spreading her legs as he slammed her against the wall. She screamed as his cock penetrated her pussy. "Not anymore you're not." Jane screamed, and blood trickled from her pussy as Karl went deeper.

"No! No! Why? Why God?"

"Just enjoy it!"

He slid back and forth. Karl explored her pussy, further with each thrust, until the length of his shaft was buried. Her ass jiggled in his hands as his balls smacked her cheeks.

Jane and Karl moaned until all outside noise was stifled. Ecstasy spread from his crotch, spreading to every extremity. Jane shuttered, her cunt clenching around his cock. She screeched; Karl locked lips with her, muffling her outcry with a deep kiss.

His dick throbbed, as semen filled her pussy. Karl and Jane collapsed to the floor. He broke off moments later, watching a puddle grow beneath her skirt as his seed spilled out.

Karl zipped his pants and stood. Jane wrapped her arms around her legs, swaying.
"You should really appreciate your first and last time."

"My last time?" Her eyes, widened, stared into his.

He pulled the gun from his pocket. "Your last."

"I-I thought you just wanted–"

"You thought wrong, Jane."

He pressed the gun against her forehead and pulled the trigger.

Jane slumped to the floor, with blood pouring from the hole in her head. Piss arched from her twitching cunt, pitter-pattering on the floor.

One of the girls gagged. Karl looked over the bodies. Maria was still moving, slowly pushing herself up.

"Still alive?" He kicked her onto her back. Maria's mouth opened; blood gushed out. "Let me fix that."

Karl fired into her torso, until she stopped twitching. Another puddle of piss soaked the bathroom floor as he placed the last round in her throat.

"Don't get up this time."

The bell rang. Karl pulled another magazine from his bag, and reloaded the gun. After removing the suppressor, he threw open the door. Students and teachers filled the hall.

"You're all going to fucking die!"

So I'm looking for a particular story that I can't remember the name of, about a guy who uses a Mindcontrol device to Kidnap women who come and offer themselves to him as meat.

For the life of me i can't find it nor remember it.

Might as well have a thread for writing questions and advise of all kinds.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30909512

I've never written a multiple victim story, because each victim deserves her own individual experience. I've been inspired by real world events, though. I'll let you guess which ones.This was supposed to be a short story, but it didn't work out that way.

d udet


Childbirth Goddess Class (preggo, shotgun, knife, mostly NC)

The six of us were getting impatient. Stephanie, our childbirth instructor, was already 15 minutes late. She told us that she would send an update if she went into labor herself, but there were no on her feed since last night. We sat on our pillows on the hard chairs, our mats at our feet, talking about the things third-trimester moms usually talk about.

Cecelia's stretch marks were driving her crazy, the way they showed up on her pale skin. Her face was covered in freckles, and when she lifted her blouse, the stretch marks shot between the freckles like lightning bolts. She had the kind of red hair that could only come from genetics, not a bottle.

Evangelina's long hair was dark as night. Her blouse was too small, revealing the curve of her brown belly and the dark line from her navel down to her sweatpants. She always seemed worried about saying too much about her family, so I figured she must be undocumented.

Helena could not shut up about going to the beach, or the gym, or some expensive restaurant. But all of that was as fake as her blonde hair. I realized she was making it all up when she talked about jogging. With tits like that, and eight months pregnant, she could barely waddle like the rest of us.

On the other hand, I could listen to Natasha all day. She had that Eastern European accent that sounds so exotic. Her real name was something unpronounceable, so she told us to just call her Natasha. She was the furthest along of all of us, and so big that I thought she must be having twins.

I was sitting next to Natasha, answering her questions about my experience as a black woman. "Shannah, do you sleep on floor? Because of gun shooting?" If anyone else asked me a question like that, I would tell them to get lost, especially because the answer wasn't something I wanted to admit. "Sometimes, yes". But there was something about how open she was. She wasn't trying to score woke points, she just really wanted to know. It was good to talk to her, and it was nice that Cecelia was listening in. Helena, though, clearly didn't give a shit.

On my left, Mitsuko looked like a porcelain doll, and she was nearly as quiet. She blushed every time Stephanie said "vagina", and I wondered how she had even lost her virginity. Her baby belly looked like a watermelon tied to a broomstick.

Finally, the door flew open, and a stranger waddled in, carrying her pillow and mat. She was as far along as any of us, and her brown hair was pulled back in a hasty ponytail, as if she had just woken up. "Sorry I'm late," she said, as she locked the door behind her. "So sorry! Stephanie went into labor so quickly, she barely had time to tell me where to meet you. I'm Angela." We all said hi, and did a quick round of introducing ourselves and our bellies. Angela told us that she worked with Stephanie, and that they had gotten pregnant at nearly the same time, then she suggested that we get started with the class. "I've got a short class planned, but you'll all be ready to pop when we're done!" That brought some smiles, since even at barely eight months, I was ready to have this baby born.

Inspired by the story Graduation, which can be found here https://archive.guro.wtf/lit/res/20622.html

I'm not sure about the source of the pic attached, but it looks like it inspired the Graduation story in the first place (IIRC the story appeared some time after the picture).

Other authors are welcome to add their own entries. Don't have to be introduction speeches, day to day life in the school and whatever you feel inspired for by the setting are all welcome too.

==Rubicon High School==

Welcome to Rubicon High School! A very special among special schools that aims not at students with disabilities, but at those who wish to have one. In our school you will learn to live with a disability of your choice: blindness, deafness, muteness, or even amputation of limbs, we have dedicated classes for all of them. We also encourage our students to be creative, so if you have something more peculiar on your mind, do tell and we’ll see what we can arrange about it. And of course you’re welcome to choose more than one disability if you’re feeling up for the challenge!

The name of our school comes from the final test you will face during the graduation: you will get to irreversibly cross the Rubicon on the way to your new disabled life by actually inflicting the disability on yourself with your own hands. Although nowadays many determined students choose to do it earlier during the education, usually after the first year, since that point is also where the theoretical lessons give place to more practical ones, which become more hands-on this way. Just make sure to do it the presence of a teacher who would confirm you did it with your own hands and out of your own free will.

Anyway, enough about us, since you came here, you probably know all of that already. So why don’t you tell us about yourself, why did you choose to attend this school and what disability are you going to choose?

my take on the dolcett genre I do not like the underage or non-consensual aspects of it and I dislike the eugenics aspects. Feel free to use the setting without crediting me. This work is in the public domain.
If you are reading this you have stumbled on one of the dimensions of the nuita race as we are farmers of man shaped organisms and we look like sexless beings that are transparent so you can see our organs with balls of magic as heads. we place portals to various places in the multiverse, . We nuita only farm organisms that want to be meat and is of breeding age. They are feed high class food and the meat of norbs which look like cows with antlers and trunks. Our organisms get reincarnated in our vats so they can keep experiencing their joy of being our products. We also offer day-trips and tours so you can see how well they are being treated and take some home as spouse or slave. We have any products you would want from the organisms. If you have found a portal that means you must want this as product or customer. we also allow products to marry in that case they are a package deal. Product and customers are free to leave anytime with no consequences. Unfortunately we do not allow organisms that will contaminate the stock such as faeries, werebeasts or undead, etcetera in our dimensions, or as customers and/or stock. All our live products are guaranteed healthy and have no defects unless the customer wants a defected one.

This portal you went in is only exclusive to cisfemales that want to be meat or eat female humanoid meat, we serve our customers well

Here in the restaurant of Yuriniku Kunoichi all the girls we have are trained to be ninjas, as we believe that makes them happier. and we also offer nullo girl slaves which are girls with no breasts, nipples uterus, ovaries ,fallopian tubes,bellybutton or outer and inner labia, vagina and all of the clitoris with their outer genitals sewn up with just a peehole and anus for you to keep. we have an Edo period vibe in this restaurant. we also enjoy teaching the arts of female on female love. We also have full tabletop and live action role playing games. We do hope you enjoy your stay here. Our yuriniku kunoichi also work as dream warriors protecting the innocent. The girls are completely naked with our yuriniku kunoichi brand on their necks.
If you are reading this you have stumbled on one of the dimensions of the nuita race as we are farmers of man shaped organisms and we look like sexless beings that are transparent so you can see our organs with balls of magic as heads. we place portals to various places in the multiverse, . We nuita only farm organisms that want to be meat and is of breeding age. They are feed high class food and the meat of norbs which look like cows with antlers and trunks. Our organisms get reincarnated in our vats so they can keep experiencing their joy of being our products. We also offer day-trips and tours so you can see how well they are being treated and take some home as spouse or slave. We have any products you would want from the organisms. If you have found a portal that means you must want this as product or customer. we also allow products to marry in that case they are a package deal. Product and customers are free to leave anytime with no consequences. Unfortunately we do not allow organisms that will contaminate the stock such as faeries, werebeasts or undead, etcetera in our dimensions, or as customers and/or stock. All our live products are guaranteed healthy and have no defects unless the customer wants a defected one.

This portal you went in is only exclusive to cisfemales that want to be meat or eat female humanoid meat, we serve our customers well

Here in the restaurant of Yuriniku Kunoichi all the girls we have are trained to be ninjas, as we believe that makes them happier. and we also offer nullo girl slaves which are girls with no breasts, nipples uterus, ovaries ,fallopian tubes,bellybutton or outer and inner labia, vagina and all of the clitoris with their outer genitals sewn up with just a peehole and anus for you to keep. we have an Edo period vibe in this restaurant. we also enjoy teaching the arts of female on female love. We also have full tabletop and live action role playing games. We do hope you enjoy your stay here. Our yuriniku kunoichi also work as dream warriors protecting the innocent. The girls are completely naked with our yuriniku kunoichi brand on their necks.

Muffled

“How are you doing today Ms. Taylor?” Doctor Addams asked as he strolled into the examination room.

“I’m good,” Carol responded brightly.

“I’m sure you are,” the doctor replied with a warm smile. “Still, while you’re here we might as well actual go through with your annual physical.”

“I guess,” Carol smiled back.

“Okay,” Dr. Addams took the stethoscope from around his neck and fit the earpieces in before taking the last step to Carol as she sat on the edge of the exam table. Taking the other end of the stethoscope he placed it to her chest.

“Something wrong?” Carol asked when the doctor frowned after a few moments.

“Hmm- oh, no- well not with you, I’m sure, I’m just having trouble hearing, it’s all a bit muffled. Tell you what, could you maybe remove your blouse?”

“Oh, alright,” Reaching around with her left hand Carol grabbed her right sleeve and pulled her arm in, then slid her right hand under her shirt to her left shoulder and got that arm in to. A moment later she was lifting the whole thing up over her head.

“Today wasn’t really a bra day,” she said holding her shirt in her lap, blushing a little but making no attempt to hide her full, pert breasts from view.

Dr. Addams just shrugged, giving her another friendly smile but keeping his eyes professionally trained on hers.

Carol shuttered slightly at the feel of the cold stethoscope on her bare skin.

“Hmm, still not quite getting it,” Dr. Addams said after a few moments. He went over to the phone at the desk. “Nurse Humle, could you come to exam room five please,” he said after picking up the phone and punching in a few numbers.

“What is it?” Carol asked feeling a little nervous.

“Oh don’t worry, I just need a little help with a fairly simple procedure, it wont take long just as soon as the nurse-” At that moment the exam room door opened and a young woman in dark blue scrubs entered.

“Ah, Humle,” Dr. Addams said chipperly as the nurse closed the door behind her after a brief, curious glance at Carol. “I’m having some trouble hearing Ms. Taylor’s heartbeat, I think a quick, total mastectomy of that breast should do the trick.”

The nurse simple nodded and went over to a supply cupboard behind the exam table.

“A-” Carol tried to follow the nurse with her gaze as the other woman moved behind her, then looked back at Dr. Addams instead. “A mas-ect-omy, isn’t that, ah...”

“We’re going to surgically remove your left breast,” Dr. Addams explained easily. “It should let me hear your heart better without all that- admittedly lovely- tissue in the way.”

“Oh. Well I guess if it’s necessary.”

“It would help. Ah, there we are,” the nurse had come back around and was standing next to the two of them with a shallow plastic tub and a knife.

“Thank you Nurse,” the doctor said carefully taking the knife from her. “Are you ready?” he asked looking back at Carol.

She gave a nervious smile. “I guess.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll be done before you know it,” Adjusting his grip on the knife in his right hand the doctor reached out with his left to firmly pinch Carol’s breast with his left hand and lift the whole globe of flesh up away and out from her chest. Moving in next to him the nurse held the tub against Carol’s stomach below her breast.

“Okay, this may sting a little,” Dr. Addams said. Then pressing the knife up he began to cut.

When he had grabbed and pulled on her breast that had been a bit uncomfortable. When she felt the knife begin to cut Carol exhaled with a sharp hiss, eyes watering as pain suddenly bloomed in her chest.

“It’s okay,” Dr. Addams said soothingly, “we’re almost done,” A few seconds later her breast came free and the doctor let it fall into the tub with a soft smack.

“I think that will be all,” he said to the nurse as he placed the bloody knife in the tub with the severed mammary.

“Where’s she taking it?” Carol asked a little breathlessly.

“Where we hold the rest of the large bio-waste to be picked up and disposed of. Now, lets get a listen to that heart while I can still hear it clearly before I bandage you all up.”

virous eodkd 21/03/25(Thu)13:04 No.14163  [Reply]

'"TODAY I WILL ONCE MORE BE A PROPHET".

If the international jewish financiers in and chinese outside Europe should succeed in plunging nations
once more into a world war,then the result will not be the bolshevization of the earth and this the victory
of jewry, and chinese but the annihlation of the North America and the european union and World.
I speak of two matters: first, since we are forced into war,neither the treat of weapons nor the
chinese biogical weapons x china flucovid19.Nor a period of transition shall conquer us:
This criminal race chinese has four million dead from covid19 of the first world on their conscience and
now hundreds of thousands.Let no one say to me:we cannot send them into the mire. Who concers themselves
about our men? Thannattempt to found a jewish state will fail"
The sole chinese objective in the region will be to liquidate all people who live eupopean countries
Arabscountries under the patronage of Russian.
Centuries will pass but from the rubble of our city,our hatred of those who are to blame,international jewry
and its lackeys....I have made it clear that if they treat the nations of Europe and America as tools that may be
bought and sold by repsonsible swindlers for money and material support then that race,the jewish race,
is truly reponsible for this murderous strunggle shall bear the consquences....Above all, I oblige the
the national leadership and its followers to observe the racial laws scrupulously and subject the
"poisoner of all nations-international jewry-to merciless resistance.:
.......................................................................

A story about a girl who tries to find her way in a fantasy world after losing the only person she cared about.

The following commentary was issued from someone who survived the Great Slaughter, in the year 1420 of the Golden Realm, about 120 years ago. While the world has made great progress since those times, the presence of racism and the continuing troubles with imperialism and clusterism render the potential for genocide an ever-present threat.

Name: Akina Ojoba
Sex/Gender: Female/Femme
Ethnicity: Tarson Elves
Country (before the Tarson Wars): Tarson
Country (during/after? the Tarson Wars): Tolsiki Empire

This is the record of Akina Ojoba, of the late great state of Tarson, which was once the proud home of the Tarson Elves. We were once the best and brightest of elvenkind, back in days of old. We built fairy towers and we crafted rainbows, we kept trolls at bay and played pranks on leprechauns, we loved our forests and built golden cities. It was a lovely time, in days of old.

I grew up in the middle classes. Our home was nothing spectacular, a rowhouse in Anselheim, the national capital and largest city, a teeming port with electricity and all the modern amenities. We had amusement parks in the days of old - that's, like, 1400 or before, right? About 20 years before the Slaughter and maybe 18 before the war. We lived on the Princes' Canal, near the grand clock of the Western Temple. How marvelous were the chimes of the clock then! Before the great dictator of the Tolsiki came to power, such an evil man, a person of numerous brutal horrors. He gave his name to the Tolsiki Empire: he was Jokim Tolsik. By species he was a human, by race he was a Pompard; he loved the notion of both human and Pompard superiority and he came to power in what was then the Republic of Pompia. It was named after the city, you know? Pompia itself. I've actually been there once, as a little girl. It was all sorts of tall buildings and wondrous machines, all rather foreign, metal and steel and glass. Nothing like our familiar woodwork and cobblestones and occasional brick building.

I didn't think much of Jokim Tolsik before. He was yet another bragging politician in a foreign country. We had our own politics to worry about. Then came the Great Earthquake of Jurch 11, 1411, which shook the region of Pohaka. Both Pompia and Tarson felt it. It bent buildings and shattered glass in Pompia, raining shards on numerous people, each shard shining, sparkling, glittering. In Tarson, buildings rattled, timbers fell down, whole walls of masonry collapsed, cracks opened and shut in the ground, and some 42 people, mostly elves but also including the occasional human and maybe a couple of trolls, were killed. The earthquake was followed by the tsunami, which devastated the Pohaka area, including a magic factory where electricity, spells, and various other things, were produced. A great wave rose and smashed the mages’ house, drowning the mages and causing several spells to be unbound. The result was an enormous magical excursion which shattered houses and froze time in the vicinity of the magic factory, as well as producing eddies and local areas in which time ran faster or slower. Some folks were caught up in those eddies, suffered rapid aging in part of their bodies, and died. New mages were called in to stop the carnage, but much damage was done and Magic-Factory Town was off limits for five years.
The upshot of the Jurch 11 disaster was a great recession that swept both Pompia and Tarson, with scarce electricity and some goods shortages. People were thrown out of work, and dragons went unfed. Hard times indeed.
Jokim Tolsik blamed the earthquake and magical excursion on the elves, and particularly those of the Tarsonian nation. The elves had long been bankers and middlemen in his country, as well as hired hands and skilled magic-wielders. Well, Jokim Tolsik said the elves were responsible for all the world’s misdeeds and sins. To hear him tell it, WE supposedly wheedled Pompia out of its hard earned money and aggressively wielded magic against Pohaka and Pompia. WE had a supposed blood enmity since time immemorial. WE supposedly used leprechaun and human blood in demonic magical rituals and drank blood from a gilded cup. WE were also inferior to the humans, and especially the Pompards, the true generators of ideas and strength, or so Tolsik said.

Why did people like going to parties? They were loud, and far too many people in such a small space. If you were the one hosting, you had to spend a shit ton of money, and you had to clean up after everyone. Aaron has spent every Friday night for the last eight months at some party. He wasn’t even invited to any of them; he just drove around until he found one, and walked on in. Everyone was too damned drunk to even realize that he wasn’t supposed to be there.

It was almost midnight, loud music blared over the neighborhood. A dozen vehicles were parked along the road. Aaron rolled down the street in his F-150, sporting his favorite brown coat with a white shirt and cargo shorts. Teenagers staggered in and out of a blue two-story house on the right, drinking from solo cups and beer cans. A petite blonde with pigtails jumped out of a Toyota Camry and trotted across the line. She wore a pink crop top and booty shorts. He watched her ass bounce until she disappeared into the house.

He parked behind a nearby grocery store and walked back to the party. He followed the bubbly ass of a curvy redhead and slipped in behind her.

Dozens of teens danced around in the living room as the walls vibrated to their music. Cups, beer cans, empty pizza boxes, and chips littered the floor. He nearly tripped over a key set and car remote as he crossed the entrance. He grabbed it and shoved it into his coat pocket. Aaron’s gaze drifted from cleavage to cleavage as he passed girls clad in low-cut tops, to exposed asscheeks in booty shorts and miniskirts.

The blonde he eyeballed earlier was on the couch, feeding pizza to a black girl who could’ve been her twin. She had the same petite body and curvy hips. She even wore the same outfit, the schoolgirl pigtails included.

Aaron plopped down at the end of the couch. The black girl pointed at him and they both stared. The blonde whispered and the black girl started giggling.

“Sorry, I can move if you two want to be alone.” He started to get up.

The blonde waved. “No, it’s fine.”

“Yeah, we’re just checking you out.”

“You’re really cute.”

“How come we’ve never seen you at school?”

“I graduated last year.” He grabbed a slice of cheese pizza.

The blonde grabbed a red cup from the table and downed it. She stuck her arm out, leaning over until her breasts, save for the nipples, hung out before his face. “I’m Veronica, by the way. She’s Kenzie.”

Kenzie waved.

“I’m Chris. Chris Galvan.” Aaron shook her hand while keeping his gaze on her cleavage.

“So, how do you know April?”

Aaron choked on his pizza. “I-I, um, we kinda hang out sometimes.”

“You fuck her, don’t you?”

“Veronica!” Kenzie snorted.

“Uh, yeah. We fuck sometimes.”

Kenzie laughed and pulled out her phone. “Omar will be fucking crushed when he finds out.”

“He’ll probably throw another tantrum in the middle of class like when Jiao dumped him.”

“Let’s keep this a secret.” He replied as Kenzie continued typing on her phone.

“We’ll keep your secret.” Kenzie winked at Veronica.

“You have to fuck me and my sister, though.”

Aaron laughed. “Okay. When, and where?”

“Right now.”

“And in the back of your car.”

“Uh…”

“You do have a car, don’t you?”

Aaron scratched his chest and stopped when he felt a lump of plastic in his coat.

“Don’t tell me you walked here.”

“No, no. I have a car.” He pulled the keys from his coat. “I just couldn’t remember where I put the keys.”

“Let’s go, then.” Veronica jumped up.

Aaron shoved his way through a group of girls blocking the entrance.

One of them groaned. “What the fuck are you...”

Veronica and Kenzie laughed.

“You’re such a meanie.” Veronica tapped him on the back as they went through the door. Kenzie shivered as they stepped out into the night air.

“Where did I park?” He clicked the remote. An alarm went off, coming from a silver Corolla across the street. He turned it off. “There we are.”

Aaron hopped in after letting his companions in the back and drove off.

A man shouted “hey” as he drove off. He looked in the mirror to see a dude in a white tank top chasing after them. He sped up down the road until the man was no longer in sight.

*Having discovered that gurochan has returned I'm reposting this along with a new story, feedback is appreciated*

Akiko grunted as an elbow pressed against her back. The set was fairly large, a recreation of an expansive Edo period bathing house, but with all the people standing off camera with her there wasn't any room to move without bumping into someone. For a moment she wondered how different it must have been making movies back in the days before the big population change.

According to her history books the retrovirus was originally designed to cure an old affliction called cancer by forcing good cells to split and multiply under certain conditions in order to aggressively starve out the bad ones. Things had gone well in closed clinical trials and so with great promise it was allowed to spread into the general population. Cancer quickly rates began to fall but it was nine months later that the real consequences became apparent.

It seemed that the presence of two X chromosomes within a recently fertilized egg had the unforeseen effect of triggering the virus and so there was a sudden uptick in the number of triplets, quintuplets and then octuplets appearing in maternity wards. Within a decade nearly every little girl had no fewer than five or six identical sisters to play with.

The increase in population density was unavoidable but Akiko had learned in school that Japan was already experienced with overcrowding and had quickly made the necessary adjusts. The more fundamental change was to female identity. Parents struggled with the difficulty of raising anywhere from six to twelve indistinguishable girls as separate children and when the phenomenon grew to full proportion society as a whole couldn't handle the strain anymore.

That's why Akiko and her seven identical sisters were legally just Akiko Nakamura. Like other sets of girls they'd been raised by their parents as one person. They had passed their high school entrance exam as one person, pursued a career as one person and even dated as one person. For the women of today the idea of having any value or identity that was separate from their sisters had become an alien concept.

And so it was that Akiko, all eight of her, had by the age of 22 become a famous actress and starred in several exciting historical dramas. Right now six of them were working simultaneously on other sets while she was here as an understudy, observing the eighth Akiko perform the pivotal bathhouse scene.

It had begun with Akiko's character, a wandering samurai, giving into the flirtatious advances of an alluring temple maiden played by Rina Sato, a young up and comer. The Rina sisters were still new to acting but their alluring look of youthful innocence combined with their unquenchable sexual energy had made them a quick darling in today's cinema and a perfect match for Akiko's powerful screen presence.

Rina's sweet cries echoed across the water as she trembled under the touch of an equally nude and wet Akiko. Three fingers had found their way into the petite girl's opening as Akiko's other hand squeezed one of Rina's delightful little breasts. Unable to hold back from so much stimulation the girl's chest bowed upward as she visually and audibly reached a point of absolute ecstasy.

It was a mark of pride and quality that these high value productions never faked what the actresses were experiencing, including the orgasms. Right now the camera perfectly captured Rina's breathless satisfaction as she gazed longing into Akiko's eyes right before that expression morphed into one of naughty mischief.

This is what Rina had been hired for; that unique ability to go from playing an innocent school girl to a lustful succubus in the blink of an eye and that was indeed all the time it took for her to deftly flip the other woman over and take her place astride Akiko's thighs.

Leaning down her mouth seized Akiko's in a long wet kiss, both actresses clearly taking their time to enjoy the moment before Rina straightened up and began her critical monologue, running her hands provocatively over her own body as she described the depth of her affection and her desire for them to be together forever.

The scene was timed so that it was right before Akiko could give her answer that the polished shuriken cut through the air and embedded itself deeply into Rina's left eye. Slumping to the side the beautiful actress was probably dead before she hit the ground but her body still put on a dramatic performance as it convulsed reflexively while blood poured out of her destroyed eye socket.

The other female bathers screamed and ran for the exit leaving Akiko alone starring toward a tall woman with wild black hair at the other end of the bathing house. Rina's killer smirked and tossed aside her towel to reveal that her enormous bust was not the only thing it had been concealing. Lifting the hidden sword above her head she charged forward with a murderous cry.

In spite of being unarmed Akiko showed no fear and at the last moment side stepped and knocked her assailant's arm away followed by a second strike to the shoulder that cause the weapon to fall from the woman's grasp. From there the choreographed fight began in earnest demonstrating how despite the assassin being larger and stronger she was no match for the speed and skill of Akiko's character.

Knocking her down beside the pool Akiko yanked the woman's arm around to an uncomfortable angle and with a knee planted in her back forced the assassin's head underwater. Despite the actress's genuine struggles she couldn't break the lock and so her legs kicked uselessly as Akiko ruthlessly drowned the nameless bit player.

==continued==

Figured I'd repost my stories from the last board. I have more planned, but haven't had the time/mood to write them.

Dangerous Urges [Asphyxiation, hanging, autoerotic]

For some people being able to achieve an orgasm was not a difficult task, although it could be considered a chore at times. For her however it had grown more and more difficult to get that release. At most she was able to achieve broken, failed or ruined climaxes that only made one more frustrated, as there was all the build up only for nothing in return. With this in mind she had sought a way to get the release she needed.

What she had found was mostly by accident, skimming things and trying to find something that stood out. Something stood out as she saw intrigued her to the point of arousal which most things did not. She would try what she saw slowly at first, building up on things until the lesser had the same problem as her original one where she failed to peak. Every step escalating in the need for release until trying the next thing.

Without fail it worked every time she tried it. The pressure, sensation, and even the pain all pushed her right to that peak needing only a slight push to get over it. She wanted more though having finally found the release she needed, wanted and had sought for seemingly forever. Her endeavors grew more and more risque as it only felt better the more she did, wanting more than a few seconds at a time before falling. Previously having held the rope until she could no longer, and collapsing on release in both ways. Now however she wanted the feeling to last without needing to hold onto it, without needing to worry about falling before she peaked and she found the simplest solution.

The dresser weighed significantly more than she did, was taller than her and fit what she needed. With the rope looped over the top and affixed to the leg all she needed to do was adjust the height by standing on something. A box seemed to work the best in terms of height and support as she adjusted and tested the rope. It took a few adjustments and retying the rope at the base before it was just right, and all that was needed was to test it. She had grown aroused to the point of it being painful while she was setting it up, and would reach her peak within seconds as she stepped off.

Though she wanted more, wanted what came next and what sensation followed more than those few seconds in. As she hung there her limbs began to shake, her coordination disappeared entirely and her head throbbed pleasantly. Though the lack of coordination was preventing her from peaking again and she was so close, so she struggled and tried to continue. Reaching for an ear with a shaking arm as her other managed to hook into place, and the shaking proving to be quite effective in lieu of proper movements. Though that shaking went down to her legs uncontrollably putting her at risk as her foot kicked randomly at the box and her only means of survival.

What had started out as a macabre act just for her to feel release had quickly gone wrong as the rope cut off blood to her brain. Her limbs had begun to move of their own accord, shaking erratically and not doing what she wanted to do. As she strived for another release and what came after the first her hand broke free of its grasp. No matter how hard she tried it wouldn't go where she wanted, and her legs would do the same to a lesser degree.

She wasn't trying to move her legs, but they were moving on their own. As the shaking grew worse her foot would kick at her only means of survival. She noticed this and at first thought it was fine, and that she could still reach it to lift herself alleviating the pressure. The problem was her limbs didn't do what she wanted and that realization became clear when she tried to reach for the box one last time only to knock it completely out of reach. Panic finally began to set in as she realized her mistakes and knew all too well what was to come.

It had already been over a minute and while it was just her weight pulling the rope right she also had been without air or a steady flow of blood to her brain for that long. It only takes two minutes without oxygen for your brain to take damage, and as time quickly approached that her vision began to fade. There were no stars as so many described and her vision simply blurred until it went dark. Her limbs reacted in much the same way going numb until she couldn't feel them anymore and everything else felt cold. Everything except for the aching between her legs that throbbed worse than she had ever felt.

It did not take long for it to end as the loss of blood to her brain quickly shut everything down. While her limbs still moved on their own it was her body trying to free itself of the situation more than anything. The last thing she felt before losing consciousness was that final release she had been seeking. It hit her harder than any previous time before and flooded what remained of her conscious brain with endorphins dulling everything. She would quickly pass out before asphyxiating completely. With nothing further felt or seen and only the void remained before her.

Nicole entered the snuff fair confidently, striding up to the ticket booth naked and purchasing as many as she could buy. She had saved up her money all year for this, as killing was the highlight of her life. Looking around for something interesting… A drowning booth… A human dartboard… Nicole scanned the dartboard for her friend, Trevor, whom she had signed up for the booth against his will. No luck, she’d have to check back later. Over one booth, a thick metal ring with a simple tarp over it, she saw a sign labeled “Scary-go-round”. Chuckling at the cheesy name, she heads over to the booth, passing a group of girls brutalizing one of their male classmates, wondering what it means.

Nicole walks into the booth, pulling the tarp over her head to get inside and sees a row of people chained to the wall and- surprisingly- a boy running the booth. Nicole recognized him as a strange quiet guy, the kind she saw as beneath her notice. She was a bit surprised as the man confidently walked up to her. "Hello miss, want to play a game?”

“Oh, I'd love to” she says, smiling. “So, they've got a guy to run the booth this year? Who'd you need to eat out to avoid being one of the victims?” Nicole asked, chuckling at her own statement. Again to her surprise, the man chuckles back. “I set this game up up so I would assume me, but it's a game of luck and bets” He replied beckoning Nicole over to look. Nicole frowned. She was better at skill games, especially throwing games, being her college’s star softball player. Still, she did have some time to kill…

“Sounds fine to me.” Nicole says, heading over and sitting down in front of the metal bar, being joined by her classmate. “So, mind explaining the Scary-Go-Round bit?” “Well, you bet on who will survive the ride.” The man explained, simply. Beyond the metal bar, Nicole saw a group of four men chained to the wall. “now that over there” he said, gesturing to a strange contraption in the middle of the room “will spin and is gonna shoot randomly, you win you get to keep the survivor or kill him yourself.” He finished. Nicole nodded, figuring the device in the middle was some sort of homemade gun.

“Hmm, you put a lot of thought into this” Nicole says. “I'll bet... That guy, she continues, pointing to the one on the far side of the room. Yes I believe his name is Andrew, the man replies, handing Nicole a remote. “press the button when you’re ready.”

‘Andrew, huh? I hope you die soon!!” Nicole says, smiling and winking at him. She eagerly takes the remote and press the button. As promised, the gun starts spinning and a few seconds after the first bolt fires hitting one of the victims in the hand in the hand. As he winces from the pain, another is screaming terrified “Oh God please don't let me die today.”

At first Nicole disappointed when someone other than her chosen target gets hit, but then realizes he isn't dead yet. She watch as the gun continues to spine and shoots Andrew in the chest. Andrew screams briefly, quickly being cut off as he coughs up blood. Even so, he looks down in shock as blood gushes from his chest over his body “Mmmm fuck that's hot!! Die for me Andrew, Nicole teases, leaning forward over the railing and enjoying the view.

Andrew coughs up another spout of blood as he look up at Nicole, struggling to stay conscious. “I-I just wanted to live… why?” “It's fun” Nicole says, shrugging, unconcerned with his plea. “Now hurry and die so I can make another bet!” As she finishes her command, Andrew’s head looks down and his body goes limp as he gives up and dies.

Mmmm good... Nicole moans softly, briefly pausing to enjoy the view. “Now the guy on the left!!!” She says smirking, “I think he's gonna be snuffed next” The man running the booth nods his head. “Jason, Alright.” The gun in the middle of the room continued spinning on her command. She eagerly watched as Jason gets hit in the arm and screams, before starting to beg as well*.* “Please no, please God no, I don't wanna die, please I have a family.” Jason says, whimpering as his arm bleeds out. Nicole stares at Jason, unconcerned. I'm sure your mom will understand. She probably killed a few guys in her time too” she says to him casually, regarding his struggles as good entertainment.

Realizing that her chosen target isn’t dead yet, however, Nicole does get a bit nervous. “Come on, bleed out” She thinks. Unfortunately for Jason, however, she had no need to worry. As the gun spins around again, Jason gets hit in the throat and gargles as he tries to breath, blood rushing out of his wound gushing down his body.

Mmmm nice!!! That's a kill!” Nicole says, excitedly to the attendant. “You really have a talent for this kind of thing, excellent game!!” In response to this complement, her classmate bows*.* “why thank you.” Feeling flirtatious, Nicole leans over towards the attendant. “Soo, what would it take to get you on the chopping block?” She asks flirtatiously. “Depending on how much a good time I get, I might just let you by hand.” He replies in good spirits, smiling and winking at her. “My name is Carl, by the way.”

Sounds like a good deal, Carl, Nicole says. “After this game? I'm very good at both finishing him and finishing him if you know what I mean.” She continues, winking back. I'm gonna choose right this time. Carl Smiles. “Alright, you've had both die so far, aiming for 3?”

“Yup!!! Then I snuff the fourth if I get it right, correct?” “Yes ma'am.” Carl replies. “Nice! Let's get started” Carl presses the button, reactivating the gun*.* Who dies next? Let's see… Nicole says, leaning forward eagerly, watching as the gun spins.

Feeling lucky to have a girl’s attention, Carl decides to take a risk and starts rubbing the inside of Nicole’s thigh. “pick fast.” “I already told you, the one on the right!” Nicole says, smiling and moving his hand between her legs, right over her pussy, already soaked from the two deaths so far. Carl accepts Nicole’s invitation and begins rubbing her bara pussy as the gun shoots and hits next to her bets neck, barely nicking him. Aww, so close, she says, not worried at all this time, focusing on grinding herself against him. “Win or lose, I’m definitely getting lucky. It's hard finding a guy into getting killed,” she says.

Carl smiles as he drops to his knees in front of her. “Yeah, although though I can see why” As he says this, another shot goes off hitting the 4th victim in the arm. Aww, come on, I say, as the guy I didn't choose gets hit. “Mmmm come on, just a little longer.” Nicole says, her focus having briefly returned to the game before being disrupted by Carl’s words. “Hmm? Why is that? Snuffing is fun” She asks.

Carl starts fingering Nicole as she waits for his response. “Some people don't see the beauty of death.” He says, simply. As he finishes, the gun fire and bounces off the wall hitting Nicole’s bet in the head. **“**Oooh yess, Instant kill!” Nicole shouts, in between soft moans “Ah yes that’s good. Mind if I use my personal knife for this?” She asks

“Yes you may” Carl says as he leans forward and starts eating Nicole out. Enjoying the feeling, Nicole stands up and slowly approaches the final guy, making sure Carl is able to follow her and keep eating her out while she approaches. As Nicole towers over her soon to be victim, he pleads with her: “Are you going to let me go? please let me go!” He begs.