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Hi,
I'm searching writer who could make a little story with power girl beeing depowered, raped in dp and having her boobs devoured by zombies at the same time

How about a thread for executing minors? In spirit of the "Short Capital Punishment Stories" thread on Old Gurochan.

==Juvenile Executions==

Six girls were lined up against the wall, wearing nothing but diapers, as Andrew entered the chamber. Rebecca, his busty redheaded assistant, smiled as he placed his coffee on her desk.
“So, what do we have today?”
“Here.” Rebecca handed him a tablet. He scrolled down the webpage containing their information.
The two twins in the middle, identical to the orange-sized tits on their chests and brown ponytails, were Lori and Sheryl Coleman, both twelve. Lori was selected by lottery, while Sheryl volunteered. She probably couldn’t live without her sister.
The tiny, flat-chested, Latina with short hair was Lizandra Avalos. She stood on the right end of the group, shaking. Andrew groaned as he looked at her date-of-birth: today was her tenth birthday. Another lottery-selectee.
Next to Lizandra, an Asian teen of twelve, short bright-pink hair, Bree Chang stood biting her lips. She was caught shoplifting.
To the left of the Coleman twins was Katie Spina; an eleven-year-old with red pigtails and glasses. She flashed a boy at school.
The girl at the end was Emily Pollentine, nine. She was the daughter of a corrupt politician. Andrew felt a lump in his throat as he read “vaginal execution” on her file. Poor Emily was going to receive one of the most extreme punishments for something she had no control over.
Andrew pulled out his sidearm, a Model 629. Lizandra screamed in Spanish until he forced the gun into her mouth and blew her brain out.
Bree tried to flirt her way out. “Come on, you know you’d rather take me home as a sex slave,” she squeezed her breasts, already the size of cantaloupes, “how many girls my age have tits like these? You can’t let them go to waste.”
“But I will.” He pressed the gun against her chin. He waited just long enough for tears to well up in her eyes, and the crotch of her diaper to turn yellow, and pulled the trigger.
As the Asian slumped to the floor, her face pulverized, the twins grabbed each other and locked lips. He couldn’t bring himself to separate them, so he drew his spare revolver and pressed each one against their ears. They collapsed together as their brain matter splattered on the wall.
Katie slipped her hand into her diaper as he was killing Lizandra and started masturbating. She started rubbing faster as the twins hit the floor.
“Please! Just another minute. I’m about to cum,” she moaned.
He pressed the gun to her forehead. “Nope.” Katie accelerated as he pulled the trigger. She slid down the wall leaving a trail of brain goo and blood. Her hand was still in her diaper as piss soaked the crotch.
Emily inhaled and closed her eyes as he stopped in front of her. When he pulled her diaper and started to insert the gun she grabbed her crotch.
“Please don’t shoot me down there. It’ll hurt if you shoot me in my girly bits.”
“I’m sorry sweetie, but I have to.”
“W-why can’t you just make it quick like the other girls? Just shoot me in the head if you really gotta kill me.”
“Come on and move your hands. You were being a big girl just a minute ago.”
“I-I thought they were joking when they said you would shoot me down there. You didn’t shoot the other girls down there.”
“Well, they felt that you deserved to be shot down there for what your daddy did. I have to do as they say.”
The girl shook her head and started crying. “Please, please, please mister! Just put it in my mouth.” She opened her mouth.
Andrew waved his hand and Rebecca rushed over.
“Not cooperating?”
“Yeah. She’s not too excited for the cunt shot.”
“Well, that’s not surprising.”
“Can you calm her down?”
“If I can’t I’ll just restrain her while you do the deed. Though, I hate how messy it gets when I have to do that.” Rebecca crouched down and tugged at her hands. “Come on, I’ll help you through this.”
“Please no,” Emily whimpered as Rebecca pushed her hands aside. She pulled the crotch of her diaper aside and started licking her pussy. Emily stopped crying after a few seconds, then started moaning.
“Do you like that?” Andrew stroked her hair.
“Uh-huh.” The little girl nodded.
“If you promise to be a brave girl Rebecca will keep doing this until you cum. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
“Do you promise to be brave when I kill you?”
“I-I promise. Just make me cum.”
Andrew kissed her on the lips. “That’s a good girl.”
Rebecca wrapped her arms around the girl’s legs and shoved her face against her pussy. She licked and slurped Emily’s prepubescent cunt. She threw her head back and squealed as she came. Her legs gripped Rebecca’s head as her girl juice flowed down Rebecca’s face and chin. Rebecca licked her lips and covered her pussy. Emily stood with her hands on her knees as she caught her breath.
Andrew kneeled in front of her and stroked her head. “Are you gonna be a brave girl for me this time?”
She nodded. “Please just get it over with.”
Andrew shoved the gun into her diaper and angled it up, sliding the barrel into her pussy. The tween grunted. Something sticky poured over his hand as red streaks soaked into the diaper, he broke her hymen. Emily closed her eyes, her chest swelled with each breath.
He fired. She jerked back as blood erupted from her upper back. A raspy cough escaped her lips and blood poured from her chin. Andrew caught her as she fell back. Emily writhed as he fired four more rounds into her decimated girlhood. Two emerged from her belly, and two through her heart. He laid the twitching child on the ground as she expired. Her crimson diaper bulged, filled with chunks of intestines and ruined cunt.
“This job is gross sometimes,” Andrew growled as walked to the sink and washed the gore from his hands.
Rebecca carried the carcasses to the next room one-at-a-time. “Alright, should we send in the next batch?”
Andrew sighed and reloaded his guns. “Yeah, go ahead.”

This is my first try writing a guro/snuff story, so feel free to criticize me!

First the general setting , I plan to do more stories with this:

It's the year 2130 and overpopulation has become a big problem in the US. First there was an 1-child-policy introduced as some kids were still needed to have the socity remew, but this was still not enough and also all these onlychild became huge snobs, which wasn't good for a working socity either. So it has been decided that the 1-child-policy is to be replaced with a so called "strict-2-child-policy" which means that also termination of minors was implemented. The terminations are to be executed by the respective schools of the kids from the point they entered school; younger kids are to be terminated in their pre-schools, daycare or some special departments in hospitals ("Department of toddler termination"). If couples decide to have kids it is mandatory for the mother to get pregnant with a second child within 3 years after the first child is born otherwise the first child will be terminated; if she has a miscarriage in the second pregnancy they can apply for an one-time extension of this deadline for up to 1 year.
Also couples who want to have kids have to apply for a child permit, for which they have to be married and which are regularly declined if their social credit score is too low.

Minors are also to be terminated immediately in the following cases:
1. Both parent die.
2. One parent dies and the other doesn't re-marry in such a manner the couple ends up having two kids within 1 year.
3. There is a justified suspicion that the minor has commited ANY criminal offence.
4. The minor has broken a termination-quallified school rule. (such as cheating on a test or lying to a techer)
5. The minor has broken any not-termination-quallified school rule 3 times within one school year. (such as violating the school's dress code or coming to school ill)
6. The minor failed any class. (Failed classes cannot be repeated)
7. The minor has gotten 3 Fs within one school year. (No matter if he would pass all classes anyway)
8. The minor becomes seriously ill or it is found that he has any disability.
9. The minor has more than 5 absences days within one school year (no matter what reason).
10. One or both of the children's parents are convicted of a criminal offence, this also applies to children that are not minors anymore but still living at home. (They will be terminated by the last school they visited)

If a minor is to be terminated his sibling is to to be terminated with him if he is also still a minor; basically the same applies if one kid dies by any other reason (but that rarely happens). Schools go all the way through from kindergarten to high school and they tend to be rather big (10,000 students in one school istn't uncommon)
One counts as a minor until they are graduating school (always aged 18, but normally not on their birthday).

Furthermore schools can terminate students at their own discretion; e.g. random terminations if the budget is to low to keep educating all the students or serving them a lunch daily (which is required from the school by law).

With all these termination rules in place about 75 % of all kids born are terminated before reaching adulthood (graduating school). So most kids have already accepted their fate to be terminated at some point.

[Bad timing] - part 1

For our first story we're are in the summer of the year 2173 and looking at Michelle:

Michelle is 14 years old (but turning 15 next week), currently in 9th grade and a straight A student - exept for sports - and has just gotten her second F in sports this year (she could barely swim breaststroke, how should she finish that distance in time?), but it were only 3 weeks left until the school year was over and this was the next-to-last sports class of the school year and the last one was normally just playing around, so it didn't really bother her. Because the teacher was complaining to her so long afer class about it she was the last student who was going back to the school building, for which she had to pass a public street. On the street she unfortunately met a drunken undergraduat who obviously became lost on the way home from a frat party and asked her to lend her her phone to call someone to pick her up and because Michelle was such a sweet-hearthed girl she couldn't say no even though she was already late for her math class.

Finally she arrived 7 minutes late to her math's class with Mr. Peterson, the strictest teacher at school. She saw Susan already standing in front of the class for the weekly oral exam and Michelle was almost crying with relief she wasn't selected. But she wondered why Susan casted such an evil eye on her, probably just normal discomfort because Susan was pretty bad at math, Michelle thought.
"Okay one last question, maybe you get this, at least. What is the solution of this task?" Mr. Peterson said like he didn't even recognice Michelle entering.

Michelle just went straight to her table and sat down.
"Er ... I ... I really don't know, I'm really sorry." Susan answered about 2 minutes later.
"Ok, sit down. In this case I'm sorry, but there is no other way than giving you another F, you probably know what that means, but don't be sad, you probably wouldn't have passed math anyway. You're at least terminated in relative privacy other than at the big termination event in the summer break where the ones are terminated who failed classes."
Susan slowly walked to her table and with her face covered in tears.

"Now to you Michelle, you were initally picked for the oral exam today, but because you were missing I had to repick, see what you have caused! Do you have a valid reason for being late? Otherwise I also have to give you an F for not showing up to the exam."

Michelle realised this would be her third F too, so she quicky lied:
"I had a relatively long talk with Mrs. Miller after class because I got another F in sports. And on the way back I had to help a little kid who lost her mom by quicky calling her"

"Oh, so this would also be your third F? Really, I would acutually have expected you graduating ..." he said and took a rather long pause before continuing "I am really sorry, but I also just have to obey the rules; helping kids on the street is definitly not your job, that's no valid reason."

Michelle sobbed "Bu... buut ..." before being interupted by Mr. Peterson "Don't complain! Take it with pride! You're helping our socitiy to survive, many kids your age have to bear this burden"
Michelle didn't answer, there was no point of protesting, she had to accept her fate.

"Michelle, Susan and the rest of the class, please remain silent as I shortly enter your grades in the system; you know the drill."
He sat down and started typing on his tablet. Then he laid it down and started "Today we'll be doing ..." The PA System went on. "Oh that was quick today" he continued before being interrupted by the PA system again:
"Susan Roberts, Lucas Roberts, Michelle Wilson and Natalie Wilson please report to the school nurse's office immediatly!" And the PA system went off again.
"You heared them, go; I want to do my class and not further bother with you, farewell." Mr. Peterson dismissed them.

But only this was the moment Michelle realised what this all meant for her sister who was looking forward to graduate in two weeks. She already got her finals back last week with the best grades of the entire school and she was already accapted int Harvard. Michelle just broke down in tears.

Mr. Peterson shouted at the girls: "Better hurry or I declare myself responsible for your terminations, and I promise you, you don't want that."
Michelle quickly got up and left with the other girl, also still crying.

They quickly went to the nurse's office. When she slowly opened the door she ownly saw her angry looking sister sitting on the examination couch. As soon as she saw her she shouted: "WTF have you idiot done to get us terminated?! I was planning to go to havard and now I'm gonna get terminated here instead even though I'm basically done with school. I still can't belive it! Can't you just keep your feet still for 2 weeks?! Later I wouldn't care if you ruined just your own life."
After Michelle told her what happened she had calmed down a bit: "You're really so dumb to recive TWO Fs in a single day?! Okay such stupidity really deserves termination. But well, it cant't be helped anyway, so we better just get through with it fast."
Michelle just nodded in silence.

Shortly after the lady from the school's office entered the room and immediately started: "Mrs. King (the school nurse) is still busy with another termination, so she called me and asked me to prepare you ... wait shouldn't it be 4 kids and not 3?" She looked down at her list, "oh yes, Lucas is still missing ..." In that moment the door swung opend and there was Mrs. Miller with the trembling 13-year-old in handcuffs. "Sorry, he really didn't want to go, I had to drag him all the way here. Er, and sorry, Michelle, you recived another F because I talked too you so long? I really didn't want to, I just wanted to help you with that talk to get better in sports. I'm terribly sorry ... but unfortunately I still can't help you." She pushed the boy in and quickly closed the door: "Watch out, he's a runner!"

Just as Lucas was trying to reach the door the office lady grabbed his handcuffs and secured him at a pole next to the window of the room where he had to squat.
She then locked the door.
"Okay, let's get you prepared! First we need to check your Files.
First you Michelle.
Michelle K Wilson, DOB July 4th 2158, grade 9, studet ID-NR. 164866, blood type 0+. Is this correct?"
"Er ... yes, exept I'm not sure about the blood type."
The lady shortly wrote some stuff on the sheet on the clipboard she was holding.
She continued:
"Natalie B Wilson, DOB December 20th 2154, grade 12, studet ID-NR. 135678, blood type 0+."
"Correct!"
"Susan K Roberts, DOB September 7th 2157, grade 9, studet ID-NR. 164884, blood type A+."
"Also correct, exept I don't know my blood type neither."
"Lucas L Roberts, DOB April 1st 2159, grade 8, studet ID-NR. 164884, blood type AB-."
Lucas seemed to also have accepted his fate after sister calmed him down.
"Yes, correcet Madam, but why does this even matter? Just kill me already!"
"I just follow the rules" she replied.

"Ok, you know the drill! Get naked." the lady continued, "Put your clothes in that basket, don't bother folding, just throw them in." She pointed at a log basket next to the room's door which already contained an elementry school uniform and she removed Lucas' handcuffs, "I hope I can trust you now!" "Sure Madam!" he replied immediatly.
The kids undressed all quickly and were then looking the the floor a bit ashamed.
"Now I have to take your weight" the office lady continued "Lucas, get on this scale"
"110 lbs, fine"
"Now you Natalie"
Natalie went on the scale a bit uneasy. "Woah, 165 lbs, I wouldn't have expected you're such heavy", the fit-but-busty teen's face went bright red. "Nothing to be ashamed of! I dreamed of a body like yours when I was your age!" she blandished her, "I especially like your huge tits".
"Michelle ... 89 lbs, fine"
"Susan ... 92 lbs, also fine"

"Ok nice, now get down to the termination room in the basement; I'm sure you know the way. Ah Natalie, please take this clipboard, give it to Mrs. King and tell her I couldn't measure your chest and hight and so on as I don't know where the measuring tape is stored. The kids were standing there still for a moment. "Get lost already!"

"Er ... don't er aren't we supposed to wear diapers before going down?" Lucas asked while nervesly looking down at his pretty big erection. "Yes, normally, but I also don't know where they are, let alone how to correctly put them on you. Mrs. King will have to deal with this later, I'm sure she has some downstairs, too. Ah and about your hard dick Lucas, I wouldn't care if I was you, you're dead in less than an hour anyway, so there's nothing you have to lose." the lady replied. "But ..." "No further discussion; get lost already, I have other stuff to do!"
She unlocked the door and the kids walked out to the floor, so far was nobody in seight, but when they went down one floor there was already Mr. Peterson and Michelle's and Susan's class waiting for them and all head their smartphones up. Michelle and Susan already expected this, because Mr. Peterson always went out to take photos with the class when there were terminees from one of his classes led down, he even had a professional camera up for filming the not-so-little snuffees.
One boy from the group shouted at them "That's gonna skyrocket on Snuffgram! Espessially with such a burner like Natalie!" Mr. Peterson subliminally told him to shut up: "Marc, if you don't stay quiet I have to issue a warning, I think that would be your third for this year; I think you know what that means!". The boy looked down apologetically and got pretty red in his face.

The group fastly walked by and down another floor to the basement and nocked onto the door of the termination room. Mrs. King oponed the door and they saw a young kid in a alredy clearly wet diaper, not older than 8 yrs, with her feet chained to the floor, handcuffs behind her back, a rather big ballgag for her size in her mouth and a metal wire around her neck going up to a hole in the ceiling. She was pretty heavily moving and kicking around and trying to cry something out - which of course didn't work due to the ballgag.
"Please come in, you can have a seat on that examination couch over there. I'm sorry I couldn't come up in time and you had to deal with Mandy, but as you see that one's quiete a fighter even though she's just a 7 yrs old first grader, I wanted to get done with her quickly. It's really gils day today, 4 pussys in one day, didn't have that for quite a long time. You have just come in time to enjoy this little moron's last dance!" Mrs. King said and quickly went to a control board just next to the door and pressed a green button. Immidiatly the metal rope started to get pulled into the hole in the ceiling and the noose around the girls neck tightened, quickly lifted her up from the floor, then they heard a loud crack, the girl went limp quickly and the rope stopped pulling. That alive and kicking girl was dead within just a couple of seconds; espessially Nicole seemed flashed by this and her face had turned pale white.

"That girl with the big tits" Mrs. King started to talk to Natalie "as you're clearly the oldest, could you please help me put her down? That's such an effort alone; just grab her under her shoulders from the back and hold her up while I let the noose down!"
Michelle was still so shocked she couldn't object and just did as she was told. Mrs. King pressed a red button on the board for a couple of seconds and the rope was coming down from the roof again. She then removed the noose from the little girl's broken neck, untied her ankels, picked her up as a over her shoulders and carried her through a door to a neighboring room.

"Thank you very much, ... er" Natalie handed her the clipboard she laid to the floor before holding the girl "ah, you should be Natalie" Natalie nodded, "Thank you very much Natalie, I'm sure you can me help with the others later, too".

She looked to the files for a moment and sighted annoyed "Can't this office lady even do one thing properly?! She didn't even measure you, also she sould know by now where the diapers are." She looked at the clock. "Oh, I think we have to improvise a bit, I want to get home in time and don't take overtime again, just because that girl can't accapt her fate. Espessically not today, it's my daughters birthday and I promised picking her up from school, she's going to another school 2 miles away, so I want to leave early today ... ah I'm sorry girls ... er and you big boy for bothering you with my worries it's not your fault after all, I just really hating this job and fighters like this one (pointing at door to the other room) make it even worse. Okay, enough smalltalk, let's get started! As these measurement are only for some government stats anyways we'll just estimate them roughly!"
"Natalie, how tall are you" "5'11" "What's your breast size?" "34 F" Mrs. King taught for a moment and wrote some stuff down on the file.
"Who's Susan?" Susan put her hand up. "Ah, you, same stuff as Natalie" "4'11 and ... er ... do I really have to say that in front of him (pointing at Lucas)?" "Don't you also start like that girl, it doesn't matter anyways, in a couple minutes you're just a silly corpse" "Er ... ehm ... 28 A" the small blondie said. Mrs. King also wrote some stuff down.
"So you are Michelle, go on, make it quick!" "5'6; 30 C" "Nice, thanks"
"Okay, you're Lucas? I need your height and the length of your fully errect dick. As I see we don't have to bother about getting an errection anymore. Go on!" "5'5 and ... er ... 10 inch" The nurse started laughing out loud "Haha, no way that are 10 inch, lemme see" she walked towards him and looked closer at his cock, "I'll write down 3 inch, haha" still kinda amused. The other girls were also laughing a bit.

"Ok, now let's get this over quickly I'm almost late already. Sadly all the diapers are upstairs and to get them would need way to long now, but I still got some instant glue and buttplugs here, so we'll just use them instead." The kids all looked shocked after they realised the nurse wasn't joking. "Can't we just go without anything, were all grown up after all?" Susan asked.
"No way! At least one of you would probably heavily soil the room, and I would be the one cleaning it up later. Forget it! Just deal with it, no objecting! Ok, let's start with Lucas! Pl..." Nicole suddenly interrupted her "PLEASE Mrs. King, can I go first, I almost threw up already when I saw that little girl die, I can't gurantee for anything if I have to watch another killing" "Okay, in such a condition you couldn't really help me anyway! I don't really care who goes first anyway, then Lucas will your job from now on and we start with you! Please lay down face down on the couch!" Mrs. King ordered.

The other girls got up and Nicole laid down immediately as she was told. Mrs. King got a box of buttplugs and a big tube of instant glue from a drawer. She thought a second and took the biggest buttplug than put a big load of glue on it and immediately rammed it into Nicole's asshole; Nicole shouted out lood out of pain and had tears in her eyes. "Turn around!" Nicole turned arround, the nurse put a big splash of glue on her index finger thought a moment and said "Nicole spread your legs and Lucas, spread her pussy lips please!" They both complied and she put the glue on her urethra and accidentially touched her cliteros while doing so. Nicole gave a big moan. "Oh you're pussy is dripping wet, did seeing this little girl dying turn you on that much?" "I really don't know; yeah, it's weird, but I'm even more turened on by the thought of me dying myself very soon." Nicole answered a bit ashamed." "I'm really sorry I don't have time today, otherwise this could be helped, but we have to continue, get to the noose and put it around your neck, I'll quickly do the rest."

Nicole gets up, walks to the noose, stands there - facing the others sitting on the examination couch again - grabbs the noose, starts sobbing a bit, but tells herself to stay strong ... puts the metal noose over her head and closes her eyes when she sees that her sister also starts crying. Nicole then feels that Mrs. King is tieing her ankels to the floor. "Ready? It will be quick and it doesn't hurt!" The busty teen who's now crying her eyes out just nods a bit. She hears a button clicking, the noose thightens fastly around her neck, it starts hurting a bit, she hears a loud crack, BLACK.

"Okay, done with the first", she looks at her clock, "Oh, if we continue in this speed, I could actually make it" she says in relief, "So don't lose time, Lucas, please try holding her up." Lucas looks kinda happy about the request, he goes behind her and - like in reflex - grabs her tits from behind "Oh nice" she shouts quietly. "Stop this shit, at least keep some dignity" an pretty angry and crying Michelle shouts at Lucas. Just in that moment Lucas gives out a big moan and cum starts splashing from his dick onto the back of Nicole's liveless corpse.
He's shocked himself "Oh I'm sorry, I really didn't want to do this, it was just out of reflex, I'm really sorry!" Michelle thought a moment and than said "Ah, forget what I just said, I can understand you, you're just a boy in your early teens, and to be onest I'm actually also kinda horny atm, you ..." Mrs. King suddenly interrupted their litte talk: "I'm letting her down now, I know she's heavy, at least try holding her up a bit." She pressed the red button and Lucas almost collapsed as the the weight started pushing down, but he did it. Mrs. King quickly unbound her ankles, "Please help me carry her over, that's probably even the biggest girl I had to kill by now." They rather dragged her across the ground than carrying her over, but finally succeded bringing her over to the other room behind that door in the back.

"Okay, let's continue immidiatly, we don't have time. Susan, you wanna go next?" "Sure" Susan said, she also just wanted to end this asap, "just a moment", she turned to her still sweeting brother and said "Goodbye, seeya in heaven" and gave him a kiss on his mouth, just one second later his dick sprung up again, "You're really a perveted siscon, but to be honest, this also made me kinda wet. Okay, I guess that's it" And she laid down onto the couch while Michelle gets up and just stands there.

"Rather try laying there face down ass up, I think that's gonna work better", the nurse said, Susan did as she was told

This time the nurse first inserted one finger, then two fingers in her ass and then takes a way smaller buttplug than she used for Natalie and again covers it with intant glue and finally pushes it in her ass without warning, Michelle thought Susan's cry was even louder than her sister's, even though the plug was barely half the size the nurse used on her sister and it looked like she had to use way less force to get it in. "Lucas, honey, don't you wanna help Mrs. King with my pussy?" she asked her brother after getting turned on by the nurse forcing the buttplug into her. He looks perplex at first, but just obeys, as he sees the nurse nodding. Quickly also Susand dripping pee-hole is glued shut.

"Ok, I need to sit down for a minute, that gal was really heavy, we can continue in no ti..." the nurse started when the suddenly the door swung open and a voice shouted "Stop the kil..." and stopped when they saw there was currently no one on the noose.
It was Mrs. Miller and the principal standing in the door; Mrs. Miller started talking "Thank god, you're still alive Michelle; I just talked to the principal about our situation today and he agreed into nullifying your swimming grade today, so you won't get terminated."
Susan started "Oh I'm so hap..." only to be interupted by Michelle "I'm really greatful, that I can stay alive,b...b...but this won't bring my sister back, so don't be too exited".
"Wait, is your sister already terminated? Shit! [Oh that's bad], wait a moment, I'll need to make a quick phone call" the principal said as he walked away with his phone in his hand.
"What's up?" Michelle asked her sports teacher, who only replied "I don't know, I probably know less about this termination stuff than you do." Michelle looked over to the nurse who just looked down a bit sadened and finally said "better just wait, what I think would probably just disappoint you."
Michelle didn't understand, even though she was thinking hard about it, 5 minutes passed, and another 5 minutes passed, ..., and the principal just doesn't came back. Michelle's brain gets crossed by the weirdest thoughts "Why was he so shocked that Nicole is dead? Did he have a secret affair with her?", even though the reason being quite obvious Michelle just couldn't think of it --- or maybe she was also just repressing that thought deep down in her mind. The nurse impatiently looked at her clock, with that interuption there was no way she would make this in time.
Susan also started complaining: "Can we go on? This glue in my pussy kinda starts hurting and that buttplug isn't really comfortable either." Susan just got up and started to put the noose around her neck when she was interrupted by Mrs. Miller "Could you maybe wait for it anyway, I really don't want to get to know anything further about this termination stuff." "Ok, ok, it doesn't matter anyways" Susan replied in resing and got back to the couch.

Finally, after half an eternity, the principal came back, but he had bad news:
"I'm really sorry Michelle, I discussed this very long with the school district's president, but the rules a very clear, if one sibling dies before graduating and the other one hasn't graduated yet he has to be terminated immidiatly; no expeptions; even if it's just a couple of days and she already got her finals back. So I sadly can't help you anymore. Farewell sweetheart, I'm relly sorry!" As the principal had said this he quicky turned around and closed the door, but Michelle could see that even Mrs. Miller had some tears in her eyes.
Michelle was just shocked in utter disbelive, and this got even worse as she realised that - if her sister wouldn't have asked to get terminated first they would be both free now and her sister could enjoy great life at college, and she probably too in a couple of years. But now her sister was a rotting corpse already and she doomed to become another within minutes; really in what a fucked up world was she living?!

As all this came upon her mind she somehow snapped and tried running for the door, but Mrs. King immediately blocked her way and shouted at the resigned siblings sitting on the couch again "You two, please help me with her. Ah no, just Lucas; Susan, prepare yourself for the noose already, we need to get over with this."
Together with Lucas she pinned the desperate girl down to the floor and quickly calmed down and soon resigned, too, after she realised, that there was no point in running.
"Okay, please let me loose. That was dumb, I will cooperate now" Michelle said after about a minute. "Good girl" the nurse said and let her loose.

As she was getting back on the couch she saw Susan already with the noose around her neck. "I quickly gotta tie your ankels." She bindsh ankles to the cuffs on the floor and then surprises Susan: "Sorry I just can't resist such a cute but horny little girl." and starts licking Susan's pussy, just about 10 seconds later Susan has the best orgasm of her live ans squirts heavily into Mrs. Kings's face who obviously enjoys it. She stands up, fastly wipe's her face off and says "Thank you, that was very nice Susan, I'll keep you in mind ... but now the ride begins!" Michelle closed her eyes as she saw the wire pulling up again and a second later "SNAP". The short life of cute little Susan was over.

Mrs. King looked at her clock and was shocked "Fuck, I'm already too late, and I still have to put her down and finish you two ... I will be more than half-a-hour too late, and I really don't want to disappoint my daughter, after all it's her birthday, and as you know just too good, any can be your last if you're a kid in this word. What could I do? What could I do? I'm sorry, but I would have a great request towards you two. Would it maybe be okay for you two, if I lock you up here overnight and terminate you tomorrow mor ... ah no, fuck, I forget it's friday today; then this can't be helped, my daughter has to wait in this case. Michelle, please ..." Michelle interrupted her "Ah no, don't worry about us, you can lock us up in here over the weekend, we have absolutely no problem with that, go see your daughter for her birthday, it's her special day after all, I also wouldn't like to be forgotten on my birthday either. And furthermore I don't want get such a thing stuffed in my ass, you can just get us proper diapers on monday." Just as Lucas wanted to start to protest about talking such rubbish also in his name she whispered something in his ear, which immidiatly changed his mind "Yeah, Michelle is right, your daughter is more importent; and the diapers are also definitly worth it!"

"Thank you very much! That's really helps me alot, I really can't thank you enough! I'll get you extra comfy diapers on monday!"

"Should we help you putting Susan down?" they asked and got their answer by the nurse "No need putting her down, it doesn't matter if she rots on the rope or on the floor, the trash just gets picked up every other week and the last time this happened was just this morning."

"But there's another thing. I can't lock you in here with all the devices in here, you could easily break out, so the only option is locking you up in the trash room back there", she pointed at the room where they brought the coropses of the elementry schooler and Nicole, "but this isn't that bad after all, it has just been cleaned this morning when it was emptied and currently there are only the two girls in it you saw, we can just pull them out quickly and drag the examination couch in."

"No please leave my sister in threre with me" Michelle said sobbing. Just as Lucas wanted to the protest Michelle glanced at him hornily and he kept his mouth shut. Okay, even better, that's faster after all, and in this case we can also leave that little bitch there as it won't make any diffence then.

"Now hurry!" Mrs. King said and they quickly moved the examination couch in and a second later the two young teens were loked up naked in the dark room with two rotting corpses. "See you Monday at 8 A.M." they silently heard through the heavy door.

Tags: Assassins, reference to matricide, mentions of asphyx, John Wick-esque inspired setting

So I've been sitting with this document on my laptop for weeks now and what more ironic a day than this of all 365 in the year that I'd finally find the motivation to share it! Big shoutout to Eficient, who is easily my biggest inspiration as far as the snuff genre of writing goes (sorry I took so long!)

There was a story I read 'here' on Gurochan quite a few years ago, a drabble of some 1k words (maybe 1.5? less?) describing the scenario of a young hitwoman carrying out a contract to assassinate her own mother (also an assassin, implying the daughter inherited the trade) but this was long before I found the drive to so much as comment on a thread, let alone post something like this myself. Truth be told, while I suspect there were some number of satisfied readers at the time I personally found it lackluster despite my fixation on the execution method (strangling via garrote) but rest assured I mean no disrespect toward the writer if you're still out there. I don't blame them for not tailoring their work to suit my exact tastes, and the reasons why aren't worth going into detail on... What matters here is that some time after reading it I decided to imagine a different version, a perspective of events that kept the eroticism found within the act of the kill itself while both heightening and decidedly altering the emotions involved... But then I got lazy and decided to leave that part entirely to my imagination rather than put it into words, and after all this time the best I could do to kick things off was formulate a vision of the aftermath.

So here it is, the 'followup' to a nameless story wherein I decide to bestow names upon the formerly nameless, establish character motivations and perhaps throw in a touch of worldbuilding!
Serena trembles as she catches her breath, the physical exertion of maintaining her grip on the garrote barely registering amongst the thoughts flooding her mind. "She really couldn't stop me..." the young woman mumbles aloud, habit overtaking her desire to keep at the notion of stealth. A memory surfaces, She is twelve and panicking at the feeling of a cord wrapped around her neck. "The most important thing is to remain calm, dear." She remembers that voice, the careful instruction of how best to escape precisely such a situation. But Mother had also explained how the attacker could counter those escape measures, and Serena had been distinctly aware of them just now. She'd been ready to follow any movement her target could make, and had done so flawlessly. "...Why, then?" she mutters softly.

An even more deeply rooted instinct triggers suddenly, pushing everything else from her mind. With the target neutralized, there was no reason to remain at the scene. The contract hadn't included any specific post-mortem instructions, therefore protocol was to leave the corpse where it had fallen. All that remained was a basic inspection to check the area for evidence, and take her leave. A glance around the room showed no signs of intense struggle, nothing that could have resulted in a stray DNA sample. No hair, fingerprints, skin, or blood. What technically counted as a fight barely moved them a few feet from the spot where she'd first slipped the wire into place and pulled tight, yet had failed to disturb any of the surroundings but for the slightest shift of a rug.

Shoving down the impulse to loot the area as well, Serena collected herself and spared one last glance at the body of the woman responsible for her existence. Her Mother's face seemed so calm, as if merely in a peaceful sleep. Only the tears staining her cheeks below closed eyes and the mark around her neck showed what had truly happened, and it made Serena wish she hadn't looked. Cursing under her breath, she broke into a quick pace and made her exit.


It had been 12 hours since Serena had committed the sin of matricide, and in that time rest had proven surprisingly difficult. Thankfully a strong dose of a certain medicine had been enough to force her body into unconsciousness, but despite her intent it hadn't stopped the dreams entirely, and after a mere six hours of sleep (another lost to fruitless tossing and turning between) she had conceded that being productive would be a better use of the time. The dreams reminded Serena of her first year of tutelage, when the mere idea of ending someone's life was still frightening. So she had spent the remaining time cycling between basic physical exercises, unable to quite trust her trembling hands with precision that had seemed so natural the day before. And just like that, the time swiftly came to collect the most sinful reward she would ever earn in her life.

It was a simple thing these days to flip open a laptop screen. With the right setup even professional killers could exchange information, money and other resources both efficiently and relatively anonymously. The message confirming her payment came in the guise of what at first glance seemed a mere advertisement for a mundane hair product... But there was a folder directly attached, and it gave Serena pause. After roughly 10 seconds of consideration and determining the absolute worst case scenario would simply mean having to replace the device (a trivial expense, considering the sum she had just acquired) The recently wealthy killer decided to open the compressed file folder marked simply with her family name.

Serena could only gasp and stare with widening eyes as she discovered the contents: "For my successor", the video was titled, and her Mother's face stared back at her once more through the thumbnail. Before she realized it, her hand had swiftly moved and opened it for playback.

Dread began to sink into her chest as the image of the room where she'd strangled Sharon Sunsmith came into view, and Serena locked eyes with her victim through time and space. "Hello Serena... If you're the one watching this, it will mean that I've died. I hope you won't take it personally, but I did at least prepare for the possibility it would end up being you instead even if I know that probably won't happen. Either way, everything is... in it's rightful place by now. But I was just as deliberate in keeping us distant through the time leading up to this, and you at least deserve to know why.

The older woman paused, sighing as she folded her arms and shifted in the seat of a chair. "I always thought it'd be longer before I got to this point. But I can't ignore reality when I'm confronted with it, and the truth is that I screwed up in the most embarrassing way possible. I nearly ended up being killed by a mere target, simply thanks to these." Sharon motioned to the shoes currently on her feet, an unassuming pair of high heels that Serena remembered seeing quite some months before their most recent encounter, and predicted exactly what the one currently speaking to her was about to say. "Traction is important at all times, but especially vital when performing with the rope. I neglected to double check my research of the target's location, and on these shoes, in this very room, my foot slipped at a crucial moment..."

Serena couldn't decide which absurdity in all this was responsible for the tears, but no answer would halt them at this point. Her mother's intent had already been made clear, and the reason made perfect sense. But it was still so...

"Granted, I still made sure the poor soul I'd been hired to dispatch tumbled with me. But for the contract to reach such a point at all... I know I don't need to explain to you that it was sheer luck I ended up on top. I knew it, maybe she knew it, who's to say? Either way... I don't deserve my title anymore. A Sunsmith must be precise, and if I can't trust you to follow through? Well, I guess I'd just join you in the grave soon after. But I wouldn't be recording this if I didn't have faith you'll succeed, and I know you have everything you need to take my helm. The guild's been notified already, and what remains of this process will be between you and them. So..." The woman on camera sighed once more, this time seeming relieved, "You are Serena Sunsmith now, and I am merely... Sharon." With those words spoken, she breathed deep and relaxed. "Huh... I don't hate this as much as I thought I would..." The next half minute or so passed silently, the now former Sunsmith content to sit idly. Serena couldn't make the slightest guess as her Mother's thoughts, only waiting as she saw the end of the video growing near. Finally, Sharon turned to face the camera once more. "Well, I suppose I've still got some time left before I'm expecting you, dear. So with that..." She reached for the remote, "It's a dangerous world out there, but don't ever forget... I will always love you. I am the wind at your back, and I will propel you to the stars themselves... Take care, Miss Sunsmith."

The screen goes dark, and the newly anointed Serena Sunsmith carefully closes the laptop. Her hands have stopped shaking, her breath returning to a steady pace. "It was your choice to make... but I still hate you for it." She says to no one, and reaches for her gloves.

This anger is completely irrational. But even if what she plans next amounts to nothing more than lashing out, someone is about to breathe their last. Serena Sunsmith is certain of that, because she must be precise.

"Tablesaw ride! Tablesaw ride!" a casually and somewhat slobbily dressed young woman was calling out next to - what do you think - a tablesaw, at the fair.

"Tablesaw ride?" a young woman dressed for the fair came up to the table.

"Tablesaw ride!" the proprietor agreed, fixing a lock of hair. It didn't stay behind her ear - she looked like she just rolled out of bed without bothering to fix the hairstyle she'd made several days ago. "Would you like to try it? Just $20 a ride!"

"$20..." the customer frowned thoughtfully. She was blonde, fairly short and slim, with only the flowers on her blouse and earrings indicating her gender. She twirled her tote bag around her hand.

"...Nah," she decided. "I'll spend the rest of my money first, I think."

"A wise choice!" the proprietor called out after her as she sashayed away, her eyes already on the carousel. "Do come back!"

"I'd like a ride, please," a shy middle school looking girl was stretching her hand with a rumpled twenty towards the woman.

"Ah, there we go!" she bloomed, turning towards the young customer. "No age discrimination here! Do you want to go nude or clothed, sweetie?"

"Um..." the dark braided girl in a sweater and jeans blushed. "I-I... naked, please."

"Oh then come here, come here!" the proprietor hastily pulled up several poles with some fabric between them. "Undress here, just leave your bag wherever..."

The girl came out of the booth a minute later, her face and ears red as a lobster. She was naked as the day she was born, with one arm desperately covering her barely budding breasts and the other in front of her pelvis. She couldn't climb on the table like this, of course, so she somehow blushed even more as she exposed herself to climb on top.

She stretched her arms and legs obediently, allowing the proprietor to shackle them down. For all her visible embarrasment, she clearly enjoyed the looks passerby were giving her, a small smile on her lips as she looked up into the sky for the last time.

"Now command me when to throw the lever, sweetie," the unkempt woman smiled as she came to the lever at the end of the table. "Three...." she paused.

It took the girl several seconds to realize what was being asked of her.

"...Two..." she continued in a trembling voice. It wasn't clear if fear or excitement dominated in her tone.

"...One..."

The pause was longer after this one.

"...Go!"

The woman threw the lever, and a mechanism whirred to life. The shackled girl strained to lift her head and look down her body, and was rewarded with the view of the saw moving slowly, slowly towards her private organs. She tried moving her legs experimentally, but she was stretched out too far - all she achieved was some contortion that would have the saw hit her hips instead. She went back to the central position, and waited, breath bated.

The saw seemed to slow down as it approached, but really it was just her perception. Adrenaline hit, and she didn't even immediately register the pain as the teeth bit into her flesh. She felt her private parts move apart, and she wriggled a little to gain more perceived control over the process... and that was when the pain hit.

She tried not to scream, but she wasn't sure how well she succeeded. Not well enough, probably, but she could no longer tell. Her vision was black, her ears full of static; pain was the only thing that existed.

Her life ended at some point; she could no longer even tell where the saw was in her body. Everything seemed to be pain and nothing else.

The proprietor smiled as the saw finished its journey through the girl's skull, then quickly reset the mechanism, pulled off the body on the disposable sheet into a deceptively small opening in the ground next to the table, put on a new one and turned to the forming line in front of the ride.

"Here you go sweeties!" she declared, pulling her hair out of her eyes again. "That's what my ride does! Oh here you are sweetie," she addressed the blonde from earlier, who was now first in the line. "Clothed or naked?"

For great justice!
https://mega.nz/file/EzhEhCiL#GSA-YNCT8yAb_SFICmj9cfQI0_15z0HkH_TAcrQxv3Q

Hey gurochan,

I'm a long-time fun of the site and guro genre in general, but have never really posted. However, I enjoy writing and taking out my fantasies in text. I'm not a native English speaker but I think I manage well enough. I don't do this for money, just for fun.

I'm writing a multi-part story about a girl (shameless self-insert) that gets abducted somewhere in Southern Europe by a network of sex traffickers, finding herself lost in a maze of sex, rape, violence and perversion, where life is meaningless and women are just products.

Yesterday I published the second part on WattPad. You can find the story from the beginning here: https://www.wattpad.com/1012257718-a-girl-abducted-a-violent-sexual-fiction-the-intro

Please take a look and tell me any comments, ideas, thoughts that you might have; all criticism is welcome (and dirty ideas are even more welcome)!

xx
Lia

A Gurochan premiere ;) I will be adding chapters of this through the evening then the final chapter before I go to bed :D

This story was inspired by an unfinished masterpiece by SadisticPleasures :D

Samantha's Big Chance
By
Edward Hyde

“You know, there is such a thing as over-rehearsing!” Samantha’s mum chuckled, walking into the living room to find her eleven year old daughter running through her two minute dance routine in her birthday suit. “I’m sure you’ve got it memorised by now!”

“I know!” Samantha smiled, a little embarrassed as the short assigned piece of music came to an end. “It’s just such a big deal and I want to be perfect!”

“You will.” Her mum put her arms around her and hugged her warmly. “You’re going to be brilliant, I just know it! Have you practised the group routine too?”

“Yeah,” the athletic young girl nodded, “it’s just harder to know how it’s going to be with the other girls.”

“I think that’s the point.” Her mum released her hug and started hunting around for the phone charger she’d come into the living room to find. “They want to see how you can fit in with a group that may be of mixed ability. You’ll do just fine, honey.” She smiled at her naked daughter. “I know you will!”

“Dad is coming too, right?” Samantha asked, taking a fresh wipe from the packet on the coffee table to wipe her glowing face. She had been dancing almost non-stop for over an hour and felt like she really needed a shower. “This is really important to me!”

“Of course he’ll be there.” her mum assured her, putting the charger in her pocket. “He’s got the okay from work to leave early and I know he wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Samantha beamed happily, a warm feeling in her nicely toned tummy.

“I hear quite a lot of dads do go to these auditions!” she giggled. “Seems popular with them!”

“Hmm...” her mum cupped her chin and tapped her lips as if deep in thought. “I wonder why that could be?” They both laughed together for a few moments. “Now please,” she smiled but with a firm edge in her voice that made it clear she was telling rather than asking, “go get a shower and relax for an hour or so before its time to go. You don’t want to wear yourself out before we even get there!” Somewhat grudgingly, Samantha picked up her face-towel and went upstairs.

In the shower, she played both routines over and over in her head, even if there was not room in the little booth to actually perform it. Everything had to be perfect, she knew that, but she also knew that her mum was right and that she was as prepared as she could be. Still, she could not help being nervous – this was her big chance, after all! The “break” that could define the rest of her life!

Laying on her bed with the TV on, trying to relax and not to focus on the afternoon’s audition, Samantha’s mind wandered back to the day she got the email saying that her video application had been accepted and that she was invited to the live audition. It had been lunch time, the only time during the school day that pupils were allowed to look at their phones and she had been sat at a time with Mandy, Claire, Laura and Kylie.

“What is it?” Laura had asked, not sure whether the look on Samantha’s face as she read her email were one of delight or horror. “Bad news?”

“Not at all!” Samantha had assured her. “I got an audition to be on the dance team for the new Sidney’s they’re opening in a few weeks!”

“Sidney’s?” Kylie had looked shocked. “Isn’t that where they… you know, cook girls?”

“That’s right!” Samantha had grinned. “The fifth one in the country and it’s not even two years since the first one opened!”

The American chain Sidney’s Family Restaurant, owned by billionaire Orin Roebuck and named for his daughter who had campaigned for the right to be slaughtered for her meat and eaten, leading to changes in the law first in the US then, over the next few years, in the rest of the world, had been a greater success than anyone dared to hope in the UK since the opening of the first branch in the city of Birmingham. It had quickly been followed by three more and now one was set to open in the girls’ own city.

Having a resident dance team to perform at the weekends for the dining patrons was an innovation of the Birmingham branch which had been adopted by all the subsequent branches and the new one in Samantha’s home town was no exception.

“So you’re gonna get cooked?” Mandy had asked incredulously.

“No dumbo!” Samantha had laughed. “They have loads of girls for entertainment who aren’t on the menu! How did that reporter put it?” She thought back to the review of the opening night of the first UK Sidney’s. “Sidney’s is a celebration of the young female body? Something like that anyway! There’s living statues and girls dressed as mermaids who swim around in this big tank. It’s all really cool!”

“I always figured those were meat-girls waiting their turn?” Kylie had observed.

“Some probably are.” Samantha had shrugged. “And I bet some of them decide to volunteer after a while but it’s not compulsory and most don’t. It’s all on the website!”

“I try to stay off sites like that,” Claire had chuckled, “in case it gives my parents any ideas! So what are you going to be doing?”

“Dancing, hopefully.” Samantha had explained. “They do three shows a day on Saturdays and Sundays and apparently loads of talent scouts go along to watch. People from TV and that sort of thing. They started in Birmingham with some local club but it got a lot more official after that and every branch has its own professional team and it’s pretty competitive!”

“Well good luck!” Laura had wished her and the rest had heartily agreed. “Let us know if you get it! We might be able to come along and watch you dance. My parents were saying we should go check it out once they open and I don’t think they meant with me on the menu. Not the first time, anyway!” she had giggled.

Winter Moore, Child Porn Star, Disposed Of At 13 - Paimon Times (No-Sex, Loli, Referenced Snuff)

1. I am a novice erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

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

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

***

Reporting by Paimon Times

Winter Moore was the biggest name in child pornography until her father had her disposed of last week, just shy of her 14th birthday. When asked about his motivation for getting rid of his only daughter, Fred Moore said that Winter’s profitability to him was waning as she aged.

“14 is practically geriatric in this business. She had a good run, but it was time to retire her.”

Winter is the latest victim to the Reproductive and Postnatal Justice Act that the Prime Minister signed into law four years ago. Only three years prior to that, child pornography was legalized.

Fred Moore was comfortable discussing Winter’s life with the Times.

“She had a short but eventful life, characterized by abrupt changes in her circumstances.”

“When child porn was legalized, she was 7. I immediately signed her up. We weren’t doing well financially, and I knew she was one in a million as far as beauty was concerned.”

Child pornography was legalized to the shock of many. Many decades of relaxed sexuality around children – regarded as “grooming” by critics – had slowly changed attitudes around the institution. Few expected the Prime Minister to take this step, however.

“Analysts almost missed it!” said Mariah Timber, Associate Professor of Grievance Studies at Asmodeus University. “The legalization of a whole industry was hidden in an omnibus bill that was primarily concerned with infrastructure spending, of all things.”

“Even then, it was hidden among a host of other reforms in labor law. When eagle-eyed policy wonks found it, people realized there had been a tectonic shift in entertainment,” said Timber.

Winter quickly shot to the top of the child pornography rankings. When she turned 10, she was acknowledged as a superstar in the fledgling industry.

“That year disposal was also legalized,” Fred explained. “I knew she would go to the grinder. But there was still more money to be made.”

Fatal postnatal termination of parenthood, or what is commonly referred to as “disposal,” was a controversial reform by the Government. Sponsors in the Left Party had long argued that it was fundamentally “ridiculous” to treat the right to abortion as special when it only related to nine months out of eighteen years of motherhood.

“The question was, why did feminists treat abortion as such a big issue if a mother was only pregnant for less than five percent of the time that motherhood stretches,” Timber explained. “Feminism quickly gained a ‘fifth wave’ that, among other things, said that a mother must control her motherhood, from the prenatal to the postnatal stages, right until their offspring reaches adulthood.”

The Right Party, however, regarded the Leftists’ proposal as discriminatory. If mothers were to have this right, so should fathers.

“We went further than that, actually,” explained Senator Melinoë Lamia, the Right Party’s spokesperson on the amendments. “What about nonbinary and genderfluid parents? The Right Party simply sought equality, and that was what our amendments to the reforms were about.”

And so, any parent, including Fred Moore, received the right to “dispose” of their offspring up to the age of majority.

“It was a godsend. No need to commit to eighteen laborious years,” Moore said.

Asked what comes next for him, Moore said he would continue running his child pornography studio.

“We have about 20 models today. Win’ was the queen bee, but that’s obviously no longer the case.”

“We expect to get quite a bit more mileage out of Win’. Her disposal was recorded and will be released to our premium site when the winter begins, in her honor.”

“When we announced this, subscriber numbers shot through the roof! She remains my little moneymaker.”

The child pornography community will remember Winter Moore as a standard-setter in the industry, as it grows from strength to strength.

THE END

I want to start a game for writers of any skill level (even someone who's never written before). It involves completing a prompt and then updating it for the next writer. Since multiple writers might answer the same prompt this could branch into several challenges to choose from.

The idea is that we start with 3 character descriptions. Then comes a set of short writing prompts following the pattern of Fuck, Marry, Kill.

* The Fuck prompt is something sexual like "blowjob" or "doing it in public". It can be rough but it can't be something that's guro by itself.

* The Marry prompt is something fluffy or mundane like "cuddling" or "wearing a uniform".

* The Kill prompt is something guro themed but doesn't need to be fatal. For example "guillotine" or "facial disfigurement".

To complete the challenge the writer must choose which girl they want to get fucked, which gets married and which gets killed.

For each girl the writer then quotes the girl's story up to that point (her profile along with any fills). After stating the chosen prompt, like "blowjob", they write her a fill of between 25 and 250 words describing how that works out. The fill can be anything as long as it uses the prompt, so even a marry prompt can have sex and death and you can be equally creative with fuck or kill.

But there's a catch: a girl can't be chosen for the same thing twice, so if the previous writer chose fuck for a character then the next person can only choose marry or kill for them. If a girl survives 2 rounds then kill becomes the last and only option.

Having done this the writer can then issue a new challenge. Start by writing a new character profile to replace the girl who was just killed (25-250 words, no real people but fanfiction characters allowed, only the kill prompt character is replaced). Then list a new set of prompts for Fuck, Marry, Kill for the next writer to use.

Also PLEASE give constructive feedback or praise to the writers and REMEMBER that this is open to any skill level. You only need to write 25 words so a fill can be a single sentence if that's what you're comfortable doing. And even if you're not writing or formally issuing a challenge you can still give others ideas for future characters and prompts.
 

Please share your stories as well

Thought I would repost this here as the original subreddit I wrote it to is gone
It can be read all together or just pick a Grade read just that!

Here is some of my art this is based off of: https://www.reddit.com/r/guro/comments/vfgxgu/night_market/

Enjoy your meal~
LE4, affectionately known as Lea, is the name of a popular brand of mass produced girl. The original Lea was genetically engineered to perfection before her production began fifteen years ago. She was a tall busty girl spliced with cow genes. Giving her floppy ears and a cute cow tail. Fat sat on her body in all the right places. Her meat was well marbled and triple-D tits were made to be milked. Tight pussy, wide hips, and big round amber eyes have her looking irresistibly delicious. A unique teal colored head of hair set her apart from other brands at the time, and she presented little to no body hair below her eyebrows.

Lea was designed to be the ideal farm animal. The eggs in her ovaries contain the genetic material to make perfect clone copies when inseminated with a proprietary fluid patented by the company. Any other impregnation attempts will fail, meaning only authorized farms can breed and grow LE4 stock.

The original Lea was encased alive in epoxy and sits beautifully preserved on display at the corporate office in Cherryville. Alongside her is all their other brands of stock girls, both currently in production and retired. Overall this company provides thirty different brands of livestock, but LE4 has been the most successful.

When you purchase a 'Farm Fresh' package of girl meat from the supermarket you might get images in mind of happy naked cowgirls out in the sun in green rolling fields. There may even be a picture of a little red barn on the packaging. But the reality is almost all consumer grade meat comes from automated factory farms. LE4 brand livestock are exclusively farmed in this cruel process.

The life of any Lea will start and likely end in the same massive production complex. They may be called farms, but nothing of these modern facilities resemble one.

'Cherryville Farms' is the largest producer of LE4 brand girls and will birth in hundreds of new girls a day, and processes out about the same. Livestock born here will start their life in a state of the art birthing facility. Hundreds of rows of breeders are lined up. In each station is a quartered girl hooked into a complex nesting machine. It typically takes a year to birth all of their available eggs. At which point the spent breeding mare is mulched up for feed. While these breeding girls are milked, it's not used for consumption, and is instead fed back to the young livestock with a mix of mulched meat.

The breeders are kept in a dark and enclosed box to avoid overstimulation. They are fed, kept healthy and automatically impregnated and birthed with hardware and tubes installed directly into their body. Because of this, these units are only ever opened to remove an expired girl and replace her with a new, freshly quartered one off the production line.

A LE4 would need to achieve an A grade to qualify for breeding placement. This grade ensures her hips are wide enough, her ovaries are full, and her tits are milkable. LE4's made for breeding will have one of the longest life spans at 1-2 years, second only to one sent off to a dairy farm.

When birthed a new baby Lea is placed into a series of accelerated growth chambers. Using this advanced aging process, the fresh girl comes out of the final chamber with the body equivalent to a young adult in her twenties. This process takes 29 days. Girls produced in this fashion have limited brain capacity, and are more akin to a real cow than a cow-girl.

Any failures or defects the girl encounters during this process is detected automatically and results in their immediate liquidification. This guarantees a higher quality yield, and prevents wasting resources on F grade meat.

At this stage Lea would be barely be able to stand on her own, and her body will be lacking the right fat content for harvest. She will be brought to the largest building in the facility by underground conveyer belts, and stationed in a long term feed chamber. This will be her final home until grading. Feeding cages are stacked up, sometimes as high as 12 cages and lined up in rows down numerous isles in a dark metal building. It's considered humane to restrict the livestock from knowing emotional or physical love or companionship,as their only purpose is consumption. For this reason their health and growth status are monitored and their needs are serviced entirely by robotic automation.

In the feed chamber Lea will grow into that perfectly delicious shape she is known for. If a defect occurs at this stage, she will be removed from the cage and turned into feed. The factory is almost entirely self-sustainable, and most girl's will only ever be fed the remains of her failed sisters.

If she reaches the right weight before her 300th day of life, she can be butchered and sold as Veal. A Veal LE4 is renowned for being juicy and tender, and is considered a high value meat product.

Anytime before the 500th day in the fed lot, a girl could reach her target size and be sent for grading. In the final few days leading up to her grading, they are put on a liquid diet. On the final day her bowels and bladder will be squeezed dry to ensure clean and hygienic processing of the body.

A full inspection is carried out on each and every girl. A rigorous exam of her body and brain determines her value. And her fate.

As of the moment her ass is stamped with her worth, her life is over. No matter the grade, all girls produced in this facility are destined to be consumed by us in one way or another. Some girls may go on to be milked or bred for several years, but for accounting purposes this is the end of her life. Once stamped she is transitioned from livestock to product.

Grade F

LE4 is such a high quality brand there are very rarely F grade girls in this facility that aren't eliminated during the growth process. LE4-785433's left arm was caught in her feed chamber gate as she was removed for grading, and torn clean off. Upon inspection she was stamped with an F and her barcode scanned while still in the grading line. Her entry in the computer will read 'Disposal' but due to the low quantity of F grade girls, she will not be destroyed for a few more days.

A steel clamp around her throat yanks her from the line of girls, and drops her into a chute. Her hips and legs are shattered in the fall as she lands on a pile of other rejects in the bottom of the garbage compactor. Some of them, like her, are still alive. By the end of the week the container will be filled with other failures. Lea-785433 is buried in the pile of bodies, but she is still breathing.

The compactor only runs once a week, and the mass of girls will only understand what this means as the jagged metal compactor plate begins to crush the pile of carcasses. Lea never feels the metal touch her, instead she dies suffocated in the fat ass of the girl on top of her. The high pressure piston squashes their little bodies with ease, and the pile of grade F girls are reduced to nothing more than a mushy base of blood at the bottom of the compactor. The next F grade girl is tossed in. She splits her head open and adds to the gore on the ground. But at least she died quick and didn't have to suffer awaiting her invertible disposal.

Grade D

On her 500th day, LE4-802346 was forcefully graded. She is severely underweight as a leak in her feed hose went undetected. 'D' is burned onto her thigh and the barcode on her arm would read 'Ground Meat' when scanned. D grade girls are processed on site, and loaded into a large container after grading. Lea was one of the first girls put into a fresh container. It took a bit to fill up, holding about 300 girls, and by the end she was pressed into a corner between two of her sisters.

This would be the first time any of them had seen or interacted with another living soul. Natural curiosity of their sweaty hormones pumped bodies drives the girls to touch each other, and Lea enjoys a loving fondling that stains her cute round face with a bright red blush.

Once the container is full, it moves along a massive set of industrial rollers to ship the girls across the factory grounds to processing. These rollers stretch along a large outdoor area. Depending on the volume of meat being processed that day, these containers might end up queued up waiting for the grinder's availability.

Since most euthanization tactics are costly or risks tainting the meat, this facility runs live girls through their industrial grinder. In the hot summer months these containers can reach a blistering 70 degrees inside. Girls processed that time of year are rather lucky as the heat will often provide a much more merciful end to what otherwise would be a miserably gorey one in the gears of the massive meat grinder awaiting them.

Lea's container is first in line. In this position an acidic shower is rained down over the girls that strips the hair off their heads. A clear rinse is run, and the container is drained before moving to its final position.

She's naked, and wet, and uncertain of what's happening when the container floor begins to split down the middle. The girls in the middle fall into the opening and are quickly shredded by the grinder beneath them. The first few to fall in are the real lucky ones, their bodies are run through so quickly they'll barely know what's happening before their heads are crushed between the two sets of spinning cogs. As the gap spreads wider more meat falls into the machine and its ability to grind up their meat is slowed from the increased mass reach blade has to tear through.

Arms and legs are torn off as they become tangled in the slew of sharp gears. The girls left on the steadily disappearing ground floor are clawed at by the livestock in the grinder, desperate to escape the pain of their bodies being reduced to mush.

In the end all the girls will end up meeting their end in the blades of the grinder. The blades speed up again as the pile of flesh is ground down. Lea is dragged in by the same girls that were just moments ago happily playing with her tits. She toppled down on top of them, sending them sooner to their death. She watched in horror as those perky tits of hers were caught between the gears. They're turned to minced meat, followed shortly by her pretty face.

Once the container is empty, it's sent to be refilled, just in time for the next box of girls to have finished their shower.

Grade C

LE4-859221, LE4-859222, and LE4-859223 were all lined up in a row, and all graded C, but each girl had a different fate. The first two follow a herd of C grade meat being ushered by machine arms towards a narrow corridor. And the last girl was the beginning of a new line of livestock being led down another path.

C grade girls are all-purpose high quality meat, and this facility fulfills multiple different orders.

Lea has little to no experience using her muscles outside of the exercises they were forced to do in their feed chambers. But those movements were to encourage the right meat-to-fat content, not to teach her to walk. She trips over her useless feet, and falls down, presenting her ass in the air for 859222 to see. Her tail wags in distress as she struggles to regain her composure. The hallway is so narrow, there is no getting around her. The livestock in line behind her are piling up, pushing into each other as more girls are forced down the stalled line.

Suddenly a metal arm skims along the track on the roof, and delivers a quick jolt of electric motivation down 859222's spine. Pain is something she's never felt before, nor does she ever want to again. Escaping that punishment meant walking over 859221's squirming body.

She cried out, as if to beg the line of girls to wait for her to get up. But orders had to be filled, and after the first girl stepped on Lea the herd followed. There was no break in the smothering footsteps, but plenty of breaking of Lea's bones. Eventually this Lea was just a bloody smear on the slaughterhouse floor.

859222 continued down the corridor to her own miserable fate. The line up seemingly ended at a wall. The only further step she could take was one step down into a concrete divit. Behind her feet a track was buzzing along, waiting to detect the next piece of meat that stepped in front of it. Metal clamps dug into her ankles and whipped her off her feet.

The track flipped Lea upside down so quickly her head was spinning. The inflicted whiplash and confusion served to reduce any chance of a girl missing the steel guides that would bring her to the end of her life. As C-Grade LE4's will all be identically perfect height, this machine is set up at the right size to catch a girl's dangling arms and throat between two cold steel guide bars.

Things are moving so fast, and all Lea can do is wag her tail in a panic. She sees the dangling bodies of the girls in front of her. Sliding along the same production line as her. A sickening sound draws her attention up ahead. She watches as a severed arm falls. Then a head. And another arm. They fall from between the steel rods. The next girl in line is decapitated just the same. Their headless torso's continue along the line out of Lea's sight.

Lea thinks of the lingering pain of the electric shock. Her tiny cow brain connects the dots. It's going to hurt and it's going to hurt very soon. The next girl is fed through the saw blade. She had no concept of pain and died peacefully. Lea will not be so fortunate. Only one living body separates her from death. She squirms but her ankles are bound tightly to the track that's designed to drag the endless line of livestock forward.

The girl in front of her looks at Lea as her head is severed from her body. Tears flood Lea's eyes as she looks down to see that girl's brain squeezed out of her discarded head as it's crushed between the plates of the mulching machine below.

Her arm is sawed through first, and it hurts more than a thousand electric shocks. She only has a moment to take her final breath before the same saw separates her head from her body.

It all happens so quickly on a product line set up to process hundreds of women an hour. Lea might even still be conscious as her decapitated head is squished into paste.

Her corpse continues and is loaded onto a rack of a dozen others. They're piled into a refrigerated truck and shipped out to local butcher shops for processing.

By the end of the day Lea's rump will be carved up and roasted in some family's oven for a 'farm fresh' dinner.

The paths they took may have been different but LE4-859223 would end up on a dinner plate too.

The other hallway led Lea to the beginning of a conveyor belt. With a little robotic assistance she was fed onto the line feet first. Clasps secured her ankles and her wrists as she contained towards her end. Lea stared up at the ceiling, blissfully unaware of her impending death. The conveyor belt split and her legs were spread.

Some might say it is a waste of a perfectly tight virgin slit, but a nearby frozen food producer needed a truck load of halved girl meat each day to fulfill demand. So Lea slipped pussy first through a powerful bandsaw. Her tits were being split in two before the stupid cow even realized what was happening. It was too late by then, her skull was sliced in two, and the next girl was already being dragged forward, legs spread, cunt wet, and ready for that same blade.

Her organs were drained from either half of her sliced body, and her split body was packed separately in plastic and frozen. Lea was ready to be turned into microwave meals or pre packaged lasagna (Leasanga?)

Grade B

LE4's genetics most commonly produces A and B grade quality girls. This facility's largest export is surprisingly not processed meat, but beautiful, bountiful, B grade girls. They are graded, bound up tightly, and sent out to markets and specialty restaurants all over the country.

Most everyone loves entertainment and a good meal. So it's clear as to why a good ole fashion spit roast is the nation's favorite pastime. Even if most of the meat goes to waste in an amateur's backyard barbeque, what matters is the show.

LE4-936801 is a born show girl. Her B grade brand is worn on her thigh. Her big wide eyes light up with blissful pride when she sees the men at the market admire it. Or maybe they were eyeing up the sign around her neck. She couldn't read it of course, but the sign said "Live Roast Slut. 599$ Special"

She's never been touched before now, but everyone who passed by her display felt the need to squeeze her big squishy tits. The feeling was incredible and Lea was sitting in a puddle of her own juicy cum by the time a buyer decided to take her home.

Lea was so excited when she saw the crowd she was brought to to please. And please is exactly what she did. Every cock at the BBQ had their turn with tonight's dinner to ensure she was thoroughly stuffed with cum. Her pussy was tight but by the end of her mind-blowing fuck session, it was loose enough for them to stuff an entire eggplant in. Her asshole was filled with peeled potatoes and thick carrots until she looked about ready to burst.

A 'Roast Slut' was the perfect description for a stuffed girl who kept playing with her fat tits even as sticky sweet barbeque sauce was poured over them. Lea didn't even need to be tied down, she was so eager to get up on center stage - a metal bbq grill over a bed of white hot coals. Lea writhed in an intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure as she was cooked alive over those coals.

The girl was horny and resilient that some party goers would swear she was still cumming herself as they carved up her bbq roasted pussy.

Grade A

A grade A girl is the most perfect specimen of female flesh. No flaws. Exceptional temperaments. And pristine bodies. This made them ideal slaves for sex or servitude, however the LE4 brand was rarely ever used for this purpose.

Cherryville Farms delimbed all their Grade A Lea stock. They'd either end up back where they came from, in the birthing facility. Or sent down the road for dairy production.

All Grade A girls would be hung by a tight metal collar and sent along the same track. This wasn't to kill them, they were so resilient they could hang and squirm for days before their dumb brains gave out. It was simply to subdue them.

Machines wrapped plastic zip ties around their arms and their legs until pulled so tight their limbs were turning purple. They were stored this way for as many hours as it took for their fingers and toes to drain of color and begin to die.

Some of the methods used on lower grade girls are more brutal, but this tactic is employed to ensure the girl survives past her quartering and does not bleed to death.

Once ready for processing they'd be placed back on the production line and sent into a specially purposed machine. This device would analyze the body brought into it, and in one quick flash a flurry of lasers would slice up the girl. Her arms and legs would not only be removed, but the wounds would be cauterized by the superheated beams.

The useless limbs would be added back into their food supply, and cute little limbless Lea would either be bred or milked till death.

LE4-1000345 was transported back to the breeding facility, sent along the opposite direction of the fresh faced young models of herself.

Automatic placement would find a spot for her on the production line. Lea would see her future as a ragged girl was pulled from a nesting box by robotic arms. She was still alive and fighting for freedom, but any hopes of that ended as she was dragged off into a nearby livestock mulcher.

The new Lea that took her place was forced into the box before the last girl had even made it through the meat grinder.

A large insertion ripped her virgin flower open and began to pump her womb full of fluid. Her mouth and anus were incubated for her feeding, and a large needle was stuck into her spine. A steady drop of hormones and medicine would keep her producing until she'd birthed every last egg.

As those hormones filled her body, her tits began to fill with milk. At the unnatural rate they expanded she might have burst had the milkers not started suckling out her excess.

Lea doesn't know this, but she would contribute to this endless production cycle that brought her a short lifetime of misery. All of her children would be graded just like her. Violated and consumed. She let out a sad whimper as the door to her tiny box was sealed shut. It wouldn't reopen until her replacement was ready, and the cycle would begin again.

Something happened to the last one, so here's a new one. For any self-contained stories of yours that are no more than a hundred words. I won't tell you if that includes the title.

I personally find that this extreme constraint really helps in getting writing done. It forces you to be efficient, and it's easier to remain aware of the whole story and tell yourself that it is finished. And sometimes there are ideas that just don't seem like there's enough to them for a much longer story than that.

Many word processors have word counters.

"And now, please welcome to the stage, the second generational genius behind Capsule Corp, Bulma Briefs!"

Applause erupted from the audience as the middle-aged female scientist walked up to the stage at the Central City Science Center, her sky-blue hair and small waist looking amazingly attractive for a woman of her age, the red scarf around her neck and a white croptop that exposed some of her cleavage only exaggerating her youthful appearence, her apple-bottom bouncing in her jeans as she walked to the man who had just introduced her.

She waved to the crowd as she shook the hands of the owner of the center, the older fat man palms starting to get sweaty in nervousness at meeting the beautiful leading scientist of the world.

The entire auditorium clapped and cheered for the woman, all except for one man; Dr. Miso, a renowned chemical biologist in his own right, who was sitting there, seething silently in rage and jealousy with his arms crossed. This is the 10th year in a row that Bulma had won the Scientist of the Year award, and his anger was boiling at constantly looking to that arrogant, uppity cunt of a female.

Miso had always hated women; as a biologist, he had to. He hated how weak they were, how disgusting and abnormal their physiology was, how their only real worth to the world was making babies and from that alone they were worshipped. But not Bulma; she was worshipped for her intelligence, her contributions to the scientific community, contributions that in reality her father, a genius man, was mostly responsible for. At least to Miso, that was the case.

The renowned female scientist in general was a fraud to him. She had stolen every idea she had ever come up with, and psychologically whipped the men in her life to think she was an actual threat. He'd heard of her husband and how he used to be a proud warrior prince; looking at him now, in the front row tightening the collar of his suit with the rest of her family, you'd be hard-pressed to guess he was ever a conquerer at all.

Bulma began speaking. "I'd like to thank you all for choosing me as the Scientist of the Year for a full decade!"

The crowd erupted in praise again, making Miso simmer more as he started to slump in his seat. Even hearing her voice made him just want to run up and smack her in the face.

"Without my wonderful friends and family to help me out with my research, I would have never been able to finish the cure for the Heart Virus that plagues millions of men on this planet!"

More applause came from the audience as Bulma explained the reason for why she had won once again. The Heart Virus, which had now been spreading like wildfire recently across the Earth, was found out to have only effected males. With this knowledge, the top scientists in the world rushed to find a cure that could stop the men of the planet from dying.

HE was going to be the one to save the men of the planet, to find the cure for the disease, coming up with a thesis that would produce an antitdote, but somehow, someway, that blue-haired bitch beat him to it. She must have found a way to steal his research and take it as her own. She published her thesis of the cure first, joking about the "biological inferiority" of men in her interviews and how we were the real weaker sex. It made him livid.

It should've been him up there accepting the award and the huge financial grant for continued research. It should've been him getting all the applause. But no, it was Bulma. Again.

He started to phase out the annoying fraud whore's voice and focus on her body, the plumpness and vigor of her physical form still on display. Miso believed that a large part of her popularity was looking hot, and he hated to admit it, but she was. It just made him angrier.

An image of Miso on the stage, accepting the award for the Scientist of the Year was conjured up in his head. Claps of the all male-audience roared on as he waved to his fellow colleagues in the field, all of whom were getting their dicks sucked by women in their seats.

Beneath the man of the hour himself, was Bulma, choking on his cock, her mouth making an O-shape as she shoved his length into her again and again. That's what a woman's mouth was good for. It's the only thing it was good for.