/lit/ - Literature

Inspired by the ultracasual snuff stories of u/Badideasgirl on r/GuroErotica.

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Weird Stepbrother
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“Hey, do you want to hang out with your stepbrother?” Kaylee mused. She looked over at her friend Nikole. “He’s really cute.”

Nikole made a face. “Yeah, but he’s into all kinds of weird stuff. He listens to weird music and he likes weird-looking girls and he watches weird animated porn.”

Kaylee dipped her toes in the water. The two girls were sitting on a towel at the end of a dock at a lakeside cabin. Nikole’s new stepmother had owned it until she’d been called up for a fuckstop during the honeymoon trip. She had ended her marriage, and her life, with a stranger’s cock inside her and her head toppling to the floor as she was guillotined.

“I watch weird animated porn,” Kaylee said. The corpse of a woman floated by on the lake, probably snuffed on a boat party further out.

“Yeah, but you’re my BFF, so it’s different,” Nikole pointed out, stretching and standing up. Her tight T-shirt clung to her body. She wasn’t wearing anything else. “Sure, let’s go see what he’s doing.”

Kaylee jumped to her feet, similarly dressed. The girls were of a similar shortish height, but the similarities stopped there. Kaylee, darkly tan with a wild shock of dyed blonde hair and a fit, curvy Latina body, while Nikole was black-haired with pretty brown eyes from her Korean mother, and slender almost to the point of concern – although she was still cute and still got plenty of fucking!

Karl was, as Nikole had expected, sitting in front of his computer staring intently at a computer-generated video of a woman in a schoolgirl outfit sitting on the face of another girl. Voice-acted moans and exaggerated panting came from the speaker, then a loud snapping sound.

Kaylee winced. That was just amateurish. Connoisseurs of animated snuff porn such as herself quickly learned to tell which neck snaps had been recorded properly, with a real girl’s neck, and which were poor imitations. It was obvious to any knowledgeable listener that no actual woman had lost her life in the creation of this video.

“I don’t know why you like that stuff,” Nikole said, wrinkling her nose. “There are plenty of videos of actual women getting snuffed, or you could just do one of us.”

Karl looked over at her. “Oh, hey, Nikole,” he said. “But unless your cosplay is seriously on point, there are some things you just can’t get with real girls.”

He snapped his fingers and pointed at the erection tenting his pants, and the two girls dropped to their knees and crawled over, quickly freeing his cock. Nikole nuzzled her face into the base while Kaylee wrapped her pretty red lips around the tip.

“Mmmm, nice,” Karl said appreciatively. “You sluts have such great holes.”

“Thanks, bro,” Nikole mumbled around his balls, making Kaylee giggle.

The Latina pressed her thighs together. It was nice to be appreciated. She always loved it when a man told her he liked the way her ass jiggled, or how tight her pussy was. It was nice to be useful, a useful hole for men to cum inside.

Enjoying the feel of the cock in her mouth she bobbed her head faster and faster, not paying as much attention as she should have.

Karl’s palm smacked into the side of her head, sending her reeling back. Hurt, she looked up into his irritated face.

“I said stop, you stupid cunt,” he said, stroking Nikole’s hair as she kept playing with his balls. “I want to try something.”

Nikole twisted around and raised an eyebrow at Kaylee, an unspoken ‘I-told-you-so.’

“Lie down on your back,” he ordered Kaylee. Bemused, she obeyed.

“Now Nikole, sit on her face. I want to see if you can snap her neck with your thighs.”

Nikole rolled her eyes. “Told you he liked weird shit,” she muttered to Kaylee.

Kaylee giggled. “You could snap my neck yourself,” she said to Karl, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“I want to see if this works in real life,” he said, stroking his dick as Nikole mounted Kaylee’s face, her thin, pale thighs on either side of her friend’s head.

“Think you’ve got what it takes, you scrawny slut?” Kaylee said teasingly.

Nikole stuck her tongue out at her. “You’ll be laughing out the other side of your mouth when I’m done with you,” she promised, squeezing her thighs as tight as she could around Kaylee’s head.

“Is it doing anything?” Karl asked, curious.

“Yeah, it’s turning her on,” Kaylee’s voice came, muffled, from between Nikole’s thighs. “She’s really wet.”

Nikole narrowed her eyes and bore down harder, wiggling her hips left and right, trying to figure out how to apply pressure correctly.

Karl frowned. “What’s taking so long?”

“I’ve never snuffed anyone before!” Nikole said. “And I don’t know how to. . . do whatever it is your cartoon ladies do.”

“Switch places, then,” Karl said.

Obediently, Nikole slid down to the ground and Kaylee mounted her.

“Wow, you’re pretty wet too,” Nikole said.

“You know I like this kind of porn,” Kaylee said, her cheeks heating up. “I mean, I’ve sometimes wondered about that skinny neck of yours, if I’m being honest.”

“Girls snuffing girls is weird,” Nikole said. “But. . . I mean, it’s still kind of a turn-on. . .”

“Stop talking and break her neck, I’m losing my boner,” Karl said.

Kaylee smiled down at Nikole. “Bye, slut,” she said.

Squeezing tight with her thick, fit thighs, she jerked her hips to the left, and Nikole heard the crackling pops as things twisted in her neck.

“Oh fuck,” Nikole moaned. “I think you’re better at this than I am.”

“Damn straight,” Kaylee said smugly, twisting to the right.

More cracking sounds filled the room, and Nikole’s body shuddered, her fingers and toes twitching, butt popping up in the air.

“Wow, that’s fucking hot,” Karl said. He walked over and shoved his cock into Kaylee’s mouth. “Suck me off. I want to bust a nut down that throat while you do her.”

Kaylee obliged, welcoming him in with her lush lips and wet tongue. She was proud of her mouth, of the way men loved to shoot their cum onto her tongue, watch her swallow it down.

From below, she could hear Nikole gasping, the pressure of Kaylee’s legs on her neck and Kaylee’s pussy pressing into her face making it hard to breath.

Kaylee rolled her hips left and right, feeling and hearing the damaged vertebrae in Nikole’s neck shift against each other.

Almost there, just one more real snap. . .

There was a certain pride in the thought of the accomplishment. She was going to give Karl a nice show, make him blow what she hoped would be a really enjoyable load into her mouth, and that felt good. Nikole’s neck and whatever she’d been planning to do with the rest of her life was a small price to pay, really, compared to that.

Beneath her, she felt Nikole shiver, and she almost giggled around Karl’s penis as she felt the thin girl touching herself.

Pulling back a bit, she looked up at Karl with slightly glassy eyes. “Want me to let her come?” she said softly before going back to her work.

“Why would I care? Focus on my dick and stop talking, jeez.”

If Kaylee was confident of one thing, it was her oral skills, and soon Karl was grunting as he pumped his dick into her hot, wet mouth.

Nikole whimpered as Kaylee rode her, the pressure aggravating her already-damaged neck, and then Karl growled “Get ready, slut, I want to hear that snap!”

He was talking to Kaylee, of course. As far as everyone in the room was concerned, Nikole was already dead.

Feeling his balls tense, feeling his cock pulsing in her mouth, Kaylee shut her eyes and twisted.

Nikole’s neck snapped with a sharp, wet sound, like breaking a bundle of sticks underwater. Her body jumped and bucked for a few seconds beneath Kaylee’s quivering thighs.

Karl groaned, his fingers tightening in Kaylee’s bottle-blonde hair as jets of his sperm shot over her tongue. She let them build up in her mouth.

She knew what boys liked. As he withdrew his member from her lips, she grinned up at him, showing him his load as Nikole’s movements slowed and stopped beneath her, then gulped it down.

“Wow, that was hot,” he said, starting to lose interest as his arousal faded. “Go throw her in the lake or something.”

Kaylee looked down at Nikole’s face, still framed between her thighs. Her eyelids were twitching, mouth opening and closing slightly. Squeezing her legs together, she gave the girl one final hard SNAP!, and stood up to dispose of the corpse.

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Kaylee’s Great Head
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Kaylee and her cousins Alma and Madie were sitting crosslegged on the living room floor, controllers clutched in their hands, the TV screen bright with activity as they battled.

Kaylee looked over as Alma and Madie’s brother Rickie walked into the room.

“Mom said it’s supposed to be girl’s night for the TV tonight,” Alma said gently.

Rickie shrugged, and Kaylee saw he was carrying her aunt’s severed head by her bright red dyed hair.

“Dad said I should snuff her if she got too uppity,” he explained.

“What did you do to her?” Kaylee asked curiously.

He shrugged. “Stabbed her or something, I don’t remember.”

The image popped into Kaylee’s head of her aunt, Rickie’s mother, wriggling on the floor, twisting around the knife her son had shoved into her belly. She turned back to the video game.

He walked behind the three girls and set his mother’s head down on the floor between Alma and Madie, dead eyes staring up at the TV screen.

“Bend forward, Madie,” he said.

The curvy college freshman obeyed, still intent on the game, and Rickie put the tip of a knife to the back of her head. He felt around with it, looking for exactly the right spot, and she shifted uncomfortably as he pricked her skin.

“Mind waiting just a minute? I’m about to w-”

Rickie found his spot, poked the knife into her flesh, and then pushed in hard. The sharp point of the blade easily severed her spinal cord.

Madie jerked at the initial pain, and her character went wild on the screen. Then she pitched bonelessly forward, her head cracking against the floor, the knife embedded in the back of her neck.

“Neat,” Rickie said absently. He grabbed Madie’s hips and pulled her twitching body up into a kneeling position.

Her eyes were moving around, lips opening and closing, and Kaylee could hear the labored sounds of her body still trying to breathe – trying and mostly failing.

Rickie tugged his sister’s shorts down and slid inside her.

“Nice, she’s sort of still convulsing inside, this is great,” he said as Alma crowed with victory, her character knocking Kaylee’s off the platform.

“That’s nice,” Kaylee said. “I’m glad she’s a good hole for you.”

“I think she’s still alive,” Alma said, looking down at her sister. “I mean, for now.”

“Just a sec,” Rickie said, voice strained and hips moving faster. “I’m about to. . . Ungh, fuck!”

He groaned as he filled Madie’s womb with his cum, but with her spinal cord severed she couldn’t feel it.

“Oh, man, that was nice,” he said, pulling out and crooking his finger for Kaylee to come clean him up. She crawled over and took his half-hard cock in her mouth, licking him nice and clean from his cum and Madie’s pussy juices.

“Damn, I forgot how nice your mouth is,” he said, stroking Kaylee’s dyed-blonde hair. “I should’ve just gotten a blowjob from you.”

“No, it seemed like you really enjoyed Madie’s pussy,” Alma said. “Not like it’s a great loss, y’know?”

Rickie nodded. “Yeah, good point.”

A faint bubbling noise came from Madie’s lips, and her body fell over on its side.

Giving Rickie’s penis a last little kiss, Kaylee tucked him back in his pants.

“Good to see you girls,” he said, scooping his mother’s head up again. “Alma, finish Madie off for me. I’m going to bed.”

Alma rolled her eyes. “He’s so lazy,” she said.

She pulled the knife out of the back of Madie’s neck with a gush of blood.

“Karl had me break Nikole’s neck the other day,” Kaylee said as Madie sawed at her sister’s throat, the knife parting skin and flesh easily. “With my thighs. It was neat.”

Alma rolled her eyes. “Boring. You’re, like, the only one who cares about that stuff, cuz.”

“I am not! We’re all going to get snuffed, and you have to admit it’s exciting to think about,” Kaylee said defensively.

“Yeah, but you’re, like, weird about it. Not like it’s going to be your choice, so why bother reading about it and watching all those snuff videos? We see plenty of girls snuffed every day.”

“Because it gets me off, duh,” Kaylee said, throwing a pillow at Alma’s head.

Rickie walked back in the room. “Just got off the phone with Dad. He said with Mom and Madie gone we might as well start the girl side of the family over completely.”

Alma sighed. “That’s fine, I just finished cutting Madie’s head off. Kaylee can clean up.”

He put the barrel of a pistol under Alma’s chin and pulled the trigger. The top of her head erupted like a volcano blasting, brains and bright crimson blood exploding out mixed with bone fragments, and her jerking body slumped to the floor, hands clenching into fists in the carpet.

Kaylee giggled. “She’s twitching nicely.”

Rickie shrugged, disinterested. “I already came.”

Like most men, his primary interest in a girl’s dying movements was the extent to which they could get him off.

“Clean these up, will you? I’m tired.”

“Sure thing, cuz,” Kaylee said.

She picked up Madie’s head. “I wish he’d shot Alma in the chest or something,” she said, giving her cousin a quick kiss on the lips. “Kinda neat to have matching sister heads.”

She looked over at the red ruin of Alma’s skull and wrinkled her nose. “Boys have no sense of aesthetics.”

Carrying Madie’s severed head by the jawbone, she went to get some body bags.

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“Is this seat taken?”

The bus was crowded. Kaylee was sitting next to her friend Meryl, a chatty brunette with bright blue eyes.

Meryl looked up. “Hey, Karl. I mean, just me, so. . .”

She shrugged.

“Good. Hey, can you kill yourself? I want to sit with Kaylee.”

Meryl shifted in her seat. She looked around. The bus was crowded, but there were still open seats.

“I could go to one of the other seats,” she said.

“No, it’s fine, don’t put yourself to the effort,” Karl said. “Besides, I want to use your body.”

“Oh, you should have said so,” Meryl said. It was something of a relief to know that she was going to be useful after she died.

Opening her purse, she took out a straight razor and sliced into her pretty, pale neck as deep as she could go. Wet gurgling and sheets of spurting blood came from the new neck hole, and she leaned back into her seat, eyes twitching around, mouth agape as the loss of blood led to almost instant unconsciousness.

“Straight razor, classy,” Kaylee murmured appreciatively. She pinched one of Meryl’s stiffly erect nipples under her tight shirt.

Karl grabbed Meryl by her dark hair and shifted her so he could sit down next to Kaylee. Knowing he wanted to use her friend’s corpse, Kaylee helped him unzip and pulled his hardening cock out. Soon, he was planted down Meryl’s still-shuddering throat.

“Feel good?” she asked.

He ignored her question. “You seemed really into it when I snuffed Nikole, right?”

She shrugged. She didn’t bring up the fact that she was the one who’d actually ended Nikole’s life – she’d been acting at Karl’s direction, which made her more of a tool than a person.

“You know I like that stuff,” she said. “I mean, all girls do, but I really like it.”

He nodded. “We should room together. In college. We’ll be on the same campus. I think you’d be a fun fucktoy to have around for a while.”

She smiled at him. “That’s really sweet of you! Sorta looks like Meryl down there isn’t really doing it for you, though.”

He looked down. “She’s already cooling off,” he said, pulling his dick out of the dead girl’s throat.

Kaylee leaned over and took him in her mouth, bobbing her head expertly.

“Ooh, such a hot mouth,” Karl said. His hips bucked up into her, and she could feel his orgasm approaching. Semen suddenly flooded her mouth, and she melted into the oh-so-nice sensation of being a useful cum receptacle.

Swallowing loudly, she cleaned him up and zipped up his pants.

“Anyway, that’s so flattering, but I’ve already been assigned housing. I pulled the cafeteria dorms.”

The girl’s dormitories closest to the college cafeteria had a famously high turnover rate. It was by far the most convenient place to get a few spare girls to fill out meat quotas, and it would be gauche for her to try and wriggle out of the assigned room.

Karl sighed. He understood the social realities – it would make Kaylee look like a total antisocial weirdo to try and get out of the dangerous housing situation.

“Well, too bad,” he said philosophically. “Tell you what, let me just take your head with me, I want to bust in that sweet mouth of yours again later today.”

Kaylee felt her nipples stiffen. “O-okay,” she said.

She was wet between her legs as she walked to the back of the bus and the utilitarian guillotine there. Stripping off and dropping her clothes in the bin, she knelt, hand between her thighs, knowing her fingers had to work fast.

The metal bench was cool against her breasts and belly. She inched forward towards the blade, feeling the sparks of orgasm starting inside her as she strummed her clit.

She just needed a few more seconds. . .

“Unnngh!” she groaned, her ass bucking up as she came hard on her fingers.

“You’re taking too long!” an annoyed girl said behind her. Reaching over Kaylee’s body, she slapped the button.

A metallic SCHUNK! sounded, and Kaylee felt her head spin in the air, orgasm chopped off just like her head had been. She hit the bottom of the head bucket nose-first, the pain shooting through her face from that somehow more important than the severed neck.

Dimly, she thought that the bucket must have been emptied recently, since hers was the only head in it. She heard the sounds of the irritated girl shoving her still-moving body off the bench, then there was another extremely final sound and the girl’s head cracked against Kaylee’s on the way down. They landed with their faces pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes, as they died.

Karl reached into the head bucket and pulled both heads out, looking between them. Kaylee had that hot dark-tan, blonde-hair combo that he loved, but the other girl was a ridiculously pale redhead with green eyes that were still bright in death, and a pink-lipped mouth that looked suddenly very appealing.

He threw Kaylee’s head back in the bucket and left the bus with the redhead swinging from his fist by her long hair.

Suddenly, Heather knew. She knew that this was her purpose, that she wanted nothing else. Even if it was going to cost her her life, she had to. As soon as she saw the line of red appearing across the blonde girl's neck she felt a rush like never before, and every second seemed like minutes when the girl's head separated from her body and fell towards the floor.

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The ride had stopped in a completely black room, leaving the riders confused about what was going to happen, until the spotlight came on revealing a girl standing in the middle of the floor, all alone, her petite, slim body only concealed by a white summer dress so thin it was practically translucent. She was stunning, with natural blonde hair cut in an even line with her jaw, deep blue eyes, and a natural, rosy complexion. She looked to be about sixteen, and her small, feminine body was covered with silky smooth, milky skin.

Slowly, while looking straight at the cart but at no person in particular, she reached for the straps of her dress and pulled them aside. The dress drifted lightly towards the floor, its light fabric catching the air as it descended. Her breasts were larger than you would expect on such a slender frame, and they were crowned by puffy nipples surrounded by pale areolas, barely distinguishable from the skin surrounding them. Her stomach was soft and feminine, leading the eyes down to her completely smooth camel toe pussy.

The boys on the ride were too transfixed by her beauty to even catcall her as they awaited what came next.

The girl kept her gaze firmly planted forward and took a deep breath, as if she was steadying herself for what was to come. Suddenly, the sound of something mechanical could be heard, and shortly after that a 'whoosh'
traveled through the air.

Heather instantly realized what had happened. A thin metal wire had just sliced through the girl's delicate neck at an incredible speed, and for a moment her head remained in place as her body seemed to process what was going on. The dark red line across her throat revealed the truth soon enough, and the nerve activating serum laced on the metal wire started to take effect.

First her left arm reached in front of her as if trying to grab hold of something, but of course it found nothing. Then her legs started to move her forward, causing her head to stop balancing and fall to the floor with a thud. The back of her head impacted the ground, which rolled over to its side giving the girl a view of her own naked and dying body, which after some brief stumbling also fell to the ground. The body wriggled around for a while, her boobs jiggling with every move, all the while spasms ran through her and blood pumped from her open neck.

This continued for a little while until she seemed to enter another mode. Suddenly, laying on her back, she spread her legs wide and showed off her immaculate, smooth crotch. Her pussy opened, showing the glistening pink softness within. Her asshole winked, as if she was having an orgasm. Her hips were gyrating and humping as if eagerly fucking someone, her right arm reached for her breasts while the other flailed around helplessly, her hand opening and closing.

After one final round of orgasm-like spasms ran through her body, she finally came to rest, legs still spread obscenely. Clear juices ran from her pussy, over her asshole and down to the floor, a small puddle forming around her butt.

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Heather let out a gasp of pleasure as her orgasm shook her body. A little embarrassed she looked around to see if anyone noticed, but to her relief she was not the only one partaking in naughty activities after watching the incredibly hot spectacle. In fact, most riders seemed to be engaged in some kind of sexual activity, either with a partner or by themselves. Heather took one last look at the beautiful corpse in front of her, a final spasm running through the blonde girl's body making her pussy open up just a bit more. As the ride resumed, Heather made a promise to herself that before the day was over, she would find herself on the other side of the track.

A thread where i will post stories i co-write with novelAi or Aidungeon. apologies for any weird inconsistencies and strange language, that’s all part of writing with AI assistance. Feel free to post your own ai guided stories too, or what you think of this-

DIRTY BRAWL

There are no rules here. The people who sign up for dirty brawls know exactly what they are getting into. One on one, in a 20x20 foot metal cage, a fight to the death, in the nude. No holds barred. It's not pretty.
"I'm sorry," said Jimbo, "but I have to get ready." He was standing in his locker room, with his back to me as he prepared himself.
Jimbo was applying oil to his naked body. The slipperiness of the oil is the only protection he could get in the cage. He has no idea who his opponent could be. This was part of the fun for the organizers of such events. You never knew who you were going to face, and that added an element of excitement to the whole affair. It was like being at a sporting event, but instead of watching two teams go head-to-head, it was two naked people fighting each other. Age and gender had no boundaries. Though the organizers liked making fights one sided for entertainment. They also made sure there was a good mix of men and women in the fights.
He looked over his shoulder, smiled, and winked at me. I felt my cock start to swell again. Jimbo was a 6 foot tall bruiser, built like a wall of bricks. His muscles rippled under his skin, giving him an almost supernatural appearance. His dark brown hair was cut short, and he wore his eyebrows thickly. He had a strong jawline, and a pair of piercing eyes.
the event starts in pitch blackness. The only sense was of the mumbling and chatting of the huge crowd. The audience consisted of all ages. The fighters are locked in the cage and stand in separate corners, waiting for the light. When the light kicks on, the fight starts and its only then that them and the crowd find out who they are fighting. A few tense moments pass in darkness as anticipation builds, the crowd going quiet. Then the lights come on, revealing the fighters in their glory.
The crowd roars with the reveal. On one side is jimbo the giant nude specimen of a man, with a giant and quickly hardening cock, because his opponent looks to be a tiny girl. She couldnt have been taller than 5 feet or older than a highschooler. She has curly red hair down to her shoulders and has freckles covering her cute face and bare chest. Her breasts are a decent c cup, perky and trembling with fear. The crowd roars because we all know this is going to be a fun show.
The referee walks in between the two fighters, the crowd going wild as he raises his hands to signal the start of the match.
Jimbo takes a step forward, his cock sticking straight up from his groin, pointing at the ceiling. He starts pacing towards the girl confidently, closing the gap between them quickly. The girl had never expected to be forced to fight a man twice her size. She stumbles ans shrinks back to her corner in defense but her back finds only a metal mesh. It doesnt look like shes even going to try to fight jimbo.
Jimbo steps up to the cage, taking a knee behind the bars. The girl stands timidly before him, frozen in place. He puts his hand on the bars, and leans forward to speak to her. “Im going to break you, little princess. Welcome to hell”. Tears start welling in the girls eyes and before she has a chance to sob, jimbo’s heavy fist lands straight in her flat stomach, blowing the wind out of her. She falls to the ground gasping for air.
She tries to stand, but her legs give way beneath her. Jimbo grabs her by the arm and drags her back to her corner, slamming her against the metal bars until she hits the floor. Jimbo then grabs her by her red curls and drags her writhing body to the center of the stage. He kicks her onto her back. The girls skinny wet oiled body is bathed in the harsh spotlights, bruises quickly developing on her pale skin. Jimbo grabs both her ankles and holds them up, spreading her legs and exposing her small pink vulva to him. Jimbo raises his foot and slams his heel between her legs. She screams in pain and fear.
The crowd goes crazy.
He kicks her again, and again, and again, each time harder than the last. He pulls his foot away, and starts jumping around the stage getting the crowd riled up. Meanwhile the sobbing girl rolls on the mat clutching her bruised and bleeding pussy.
He drops his pants, pulling his cock out of the fly and holding it up for the crowd to see. It was long and thick, throbbing with bloodlust. The audience roars as he pumps his fist in the air, screaming obscenities at the girl. He bends over her and grabs her medium sized freckled tits in his meaty paws. He squeezes them roughly, his fingers digging into her flesh. He pulls his head back, opening his mouth wide and letting his saliva drip down onto her breasts.
He then turns her over and climbs on top of her, grabbing her hips and pushing his cock into her. The crowd goes wild looking at the public rape. While hes fucking her, jimbo looks like hes trying to pop and tear the poor girls breasts from her body. Squeezing, twisting, pulling, slapping them until they turn red.
The crowd cheers and applauds as jimbo pounds her pussy. She cries and wails in pain and humiliation.
He pulls out of her, grabbing his cock and pointing it at her face. Grabbing her by the ears, he shoves her face into his abdomen and starts fucking her throat. The crowd goes wild, seeing the girl being forced to suck jimbo off.
He keeps pounding her face, holding her head tight against his stomach, forcing more and more of his cock down her throat. Eventually he starts feeling his cum building up. He puts it in as deep as he can and groans loudly while ejaculating down her throat. He holds her head there for a few agonizing seconds as he finishes. The girl falls back, coughing and spluttering, her face covered in jimbo's semen.
He stands up and points his cock at her, rubbing it all over her face. The crowd goes wild, some people throwing their underwear onto the stage. However, its still not over for the poor girl. Remember what i said at the beginning of the story? Dirty brawls do not end till one of the fighters dies. And jimbo is not planning to end the show this quickly, even though he could. The audience has paid thousands of dollars, and it would be a shame if it ended this early.
He picks her up and carries her over to the center of the cage, laying her on the ground. He stands above her, pointing his cock at her, stroking it slowly.
"Oh fuck yeah," he says. The girl is in a state of shock, half conscious. She is not even trying to protect herself anymore. Jimbo knows how to wake her up. He grabs her by the shoulders and sinks his teeth into her left breast, trying to get as of the meat as he can in his mouth.
The crowd goes wild as he bites and chews on her breast, his teeth scraping across her tender flesh. He spits the remains of her tit out of his mouth and continues to bite and chew on her right breast. Blood starts covering her torso and his face as he mutilates her tits like an animal. This seems to rouse the girl with new blood curdling screams.
Jimbo throws her over onto her back, and climbs on top of her. He grabs her ankles and holds them over her head. He leans down and starts kissing her lips, licking her chin and neck. Then he moves betwen her legs and bites his shaft teeth into the tender flesh of her bloody beaten pussy. The crowd goes wild as he licks and sucks her pussy clean. He pushes his tongue deep inside her, tasting the salty mixture of her blood and her own juices.
He stands up and looks down at the girl, still laying on the ground, her body bruised and battered. He puts his hand around his cock, stroking it slowly.
"This will hurt you," he says, "but I think you'll like it." He pulls out his cock and begins to rub it all over her body, smearing it with her blood.
He spreads her legs apart and places his cock between her legs. He pushes it deep inside her and starts pumping furiously. The girl is in agony as she feels jimbo's enormous cock stretching her insides. Its no use torturing her any more. All she feels is pain. Jimbo goes for the kill. While hes fucking her, he sinks his teeth into her soft neck and rips out her throat. The dying girl’s pussy squeezes around jimbo’s ejaculating cock as she makes a horrifying choking noise and the life fades from her eyes. The audience’s cheers reach new heights.
Jimbo stands up, still holding his cock inside the dead girl. He wipes his cock on her face and lets go of it, stepping away from the corpse. The crowd goes wild, cheering and clapping. Jimbo raises his bloody hands in victory. The scene is brutal. Both jimbo and his victim are covered in blood. But that was just the appetizer. The main course was yet to come.
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I walked into the locker room, my cock already starting to swell again. I had never seen anything so brutal and depraved in my entire life. I must have cum at least 3 times, i lost count. Its always fun to watch a one sided match, and jimbo is often used for such a spectacle. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my muscles bulging under my skin, my body dripping with sweat. I saw the scars on my back and remembered the first time i got them. I remember being a teenager, in the middle of a biker gang fight

Thats when i gave up on this story and refreshed.

Temari's eyes widened and she let out a choked gasp as the thin metal wire slashed through the soft skin of her pale neck. Blood began to gush from her wound and drip down into her cleavage as she dropped to her knees, her fan tumbling to the ground beside her while her hands instinctively reached up to her neck, desperately trying in vain to hold in the crimson liquid pouring from the open gash. She let out a few more pathetic gurgles of panicked protest as the shinobi that struck her lingered to watch from the shadows for a brief moment instead of leaving to catch up with her platoon right away.

Temari's life began to fade from her eyes and her arms fell like lead to her sides as she bled out before finally slumping forward, her face pressed to the dirt and her ass up in the air. The shinobi grinned and hummed in contented excitement at the sight before dashing off to catch up with her comrades as drool dripped from the dead kunoichi's slack tongue and her bladder began to relax, a damp spot of wetness beginning to spread in her panties and trickling down her thighs to pool around her knees in a shameful puddle of piss fit for the corpse of a ninja that wasn't quite quick enough.

(first time writing guro lol let me know if there's any desire to do other/longer oneshots with Naruto characters or even Overwatch characters)

I draw my suppressed gun and quietly enter my targets hotel room. There he was, Santiago, in bed with two naked little girls no older than ten. A little blonde and a little redhead. He smiled gleeful at the little girls discomfort as he rubbed the shaft of his penis against the little blonde girls vagina that was clearly to small for him and fingered the little redheads pussy. My finger hovered over the trigger; the bounty was finally mine.
I quickly turned the corner and put a bullet in his head before he could react. His blood splattered the wall behind him and the little blonde gasped in fright and stared up at me, her eyes wide. The little redhead was frozen like a statue, eyes locked traumatically onto the hole in the now dead man’s head.
“Sorry about this girls, no witnesses…”
I raise my gun again and fire twice. The little blonde grunts in pain as the bullets impact her chest and she is thrown back against the bed. The little readhead is snapped out of her stupor and screams at the top of her lungs as she watched her best friend get shot before her eyes. I turn my gun toward her and silenced her with a clean headshot. Her head snaps back and she falls off the side of the bed, hitting the carpet with a soft thud. I put one final bullet into the little blondes head and I turn to leave the room, closing the door behind me. One man and two kids. Easiest million I ever made.

Part 1

“There’s our guest of honour!” Samantha’s dad grinned, finding his daughter stood in the corner of the garden, talking to her sister and sipping from a water bottle – the only refreshment that she was allowed. The naked fourteen year old sighed, having hoped for a few more minutes of respite. “Come and be sociable!” her dad urged. “Everyone wants to meet and congratulate you before…”

“Before they eat me?” she rolled her eyes. Her twelve year old sister Becky giggled and Samantha shot her a harsh look. “Why can’t you just be honest about it? I’m food and I don’t get a choice about it. I might as well be a pig from market. Quit trying to pretend this is my party and I’m getting some great honour!”

“Now, come on!” Her dad sighed, trying to his his irritation. “I though we’d been through this? It’s our family tradition! Has been for more than two hundred years. You really enjoyed eating your cousin last time, don’t you remember?”

“Kinda,” Samantha sipped her water as defiantly as she could manage, “but I was, like, four years old. Let’s face it,” she glared at her dad, “this is an honour for you and mum, so everyone can say what a good job you did raising me to be so delicious and I just end up as other people’s shits!”

“Be that as it may,” her dad replied firmly, “this is happening, young lady, and all these people here have come for a nice party and you’re not going to spoil it. Now for goodness sake, come over and be at least a little sociable!”

“Or what?” She glared.

“Or I might forget to grease the spit!” He raised an eyebrow and folded his arms, daring her to make a comeback but she wisely decided not to argue further. “Okay, are we sorted here?” he asked and Samantha nodded. “Good!” he smiled once more. “So let’s go and say hello. You too!” He smiled at Becky and beckoned her with his hand before putting it on Samantha’s shoulder and guiding her.

Like most of the men at the pool-party, her dad was wearing an open Hawaiian shirt which showed his beer-belly, while most of the women wore bikinis with sarongs as Becky did. Some had gone for one-piece swimsuits instead or wore a light summer dress over their bikinis. The little boys were mostly just in swim shorts and the girls in a variety of colourful swimsuits, many with cartoon characters on. Some people were already in the pool or sat on the edge dabbling their feet but most were standing around with drinks in their hand making small-talk. On the far side of the pool was the long roasting pit with the mounts either side, the coals within already burning down, getting ready to cook.

The house had been in their family for generations and was currently the home of Samantha’s grandparents and every ten years, the whole extended family would get together to enjoy a girl-roast, the different households within the family taking it in turns to provide the meat.

“Here she is!” Uncle Clive grinned, raising his beer bottle in a toast, as the naked fourteen year old approached. Samantha was tall and slim but with a surprisingly luscious rump and nice meaty thighs as well as perky teen boobs that were a decent hand-full. She had her dad’s colouring with pale skin and straight brown hair so dark it was almost black, cut into a short bob for the occasion.

Becky, by contrast, took after their mum and had honey-coloured skin and dirty-blonde hair, long with loose curls and worn that day in a pony-tail. She was thinner than she sister but in a nicely toned way and her boobies, cupped comfortable in her lime green bikini top, were already the size of tennis balls. If the resemblance to her mum continued as she grew up, she knew that they would likely end up far bigger than her sister’s.

Knowing that there was no point in sulking and that at surly attitude would only bring her more problems, Samantha began to circulate and make polite chit-chat with the rest of the family, some of whom she could not remember ever having met before and others she had only seen once or twice since the last such gathering ten years earlier.

Most of the conversation concerned her meat and how much they were all looking forward to tasting it. Many of the distant and no so distant relatives wanted to feel and squeeze various parts of her body, something which Samantha endured with good humour, knowing what was to come. There seemed to be several new additions to the family, including boyfriends and girlfriends of the younger cousins and step-children added through marriage, with more arriving all the time. Glancing over at her mum and dad in the preparation area, she could see them having what looked to be a rather anxious exchange before her dad went to speak to her grandpa, both men frowning and looking thoughtful as they talked. As she watched, her grandpa disappeared into the house and her dad, looking relieved, came back and spoke to her mum who also broke into a relieved smile.

“Time for the entertainment!” Samantha’s mum grinned, walking towards her. The teen sighed inwardly, know what this meant. She looked around at all the men and boys who were looking in her direction, excited for what was about to happen. Some of them were reasonably attractive, she had to admit, but many more of them were fat or old or gross or all of the above! Why couldn’t her family ritual be like others she had read about where the “guest of honour” got to pick one guest to deflower her before the spitting? From what she’d managed to piece together listening to aunts and uncles chattering, their custom had once been like that but about forty years ago, some great-aunt or cousin or whatever she was to Samantha had decided to invite everyone who wanted to have a go, and, quite naturally, this had been enjoyed so much by those in attendance that it had become the norm for her family

“Yay!” She could not resist rolling her eyes despite managing a slight smile to her mum. “Lucky old me, eh?” Her mum, choosing not to respond to the sarcasm in her voice, took her by the shoulders and guided her towards the prep area. Becky followed close behind, claiming it was to offer moral support but Samantha was pretty sure her little sister just wanted a front-row seat to her humiliating ordeal, what really amounted to a gang-rape.

In front of the roasting pit was a wide spitting bench. Instinctively, Samantha went to stand in the middle of it, but to her slight surprise, her mum moved her to the right instead before shackling her ankles then encouraging her, with a push on her shoulder, to lean forwards over the wooden bench and put her arms behind her back to be tied. A collar was then put around her neck with a short chain attached to a weight on the ground which would prevent her from standing up. Thus were her mouth, cunt and ass made readily available to anyone who should wish to make use of them before the spitting.

“Looking good!” Becky giggled. “Makes me wish I had a dick!” Samantha managed to turn her head and stick her tongue out at her sister but both knew the exchange was more playful than malicious. Her dad approached and Samantha expected him to make the announcement that she was “open for business” after checking her restraints, maybe even having the first turn himself. But instead, after satisfying himself that his wife had done a good job securing their older daughter, he turned to Becky.

“So,” he explained, looking a little awkward, “the bad news is that way more people than expected have shown up. Some people have brought extras that we didn’t know about ahead of time and people who thought they weren’t going to make it have been able to rearrange their other plans last minute and come anyway. Now, I know Sam’s got plenty of good meat…” he gave her ass a squeeze then slapped it a little harder than necessary. “But we’ve got got so much other stuff to go with her and we didn’t really plan on her having to stretch between so many.”

“I’m right here!” Samantha reminded her dad who, despite still having his hand on her backside, was talking about her as if she wasn’t there, something she found incredibly annoying! Even if she was just meat now, she still felt entitled to some basic acknowledgment!

“Yeah, sorry honey.” He patted her ass again, a little distractedly. “But anyway, good news is Grandpa’s got a spare spit and the mounts can take two!”

“So who else is going over the coals?” Becky looked out at the gathered guests. Several of the teenage girl cousins did look rather tasty! “You gonna ask for volunteers or…?” Her parents exchanged slightly nervous glances.

“Well no, that’s not how this really works!” their mum reminded her gently, taking charge of the conversation as their dad went to meet his own dad who was walking towards them proudly brandishing a spare spit retrieved from its display on the wall of the dining room. “It’s our family’s duty this year to provide the meat and, as Samantha won’t be enough on her own, you’ll need to join her. Undress for me, please.”

“What?” Becky exclaimed in alarm. “No! That wasn’t the deal! Sam’s the oldest so…”

“And if she could provide enough meat on her own then you wouldn’t need to be cooked too,” her dad explained sharply, “but we need more so you’ll have to. Now, are you going to undress or do we need to do it for you?”

“No but…” the twelve year old looked pleadingly from one parent to another but saw on both their faces that there was no point in arguing. Samantha couldn’t help feeling a little pleased that her sister would be roasting by her side, not to mention sharing the burden of the “entertainment” with her, but whether it was out of a desire for company or revenge for the teasing, she could not truthfully say. A little reluctantly but trying not to cry, Becky untied and dropped her sarong then quickly removed her small bikini, leaving her early-blooming pre-teen body utterly exposed to the hungry eyes of her parents and the rest of the extended family.

“Okay.” she bit her lip and tried to smile bravely. “I’m ready. What do I need to do?”

This fictional short story will immerse you in a weekend in the life of two lesbian girlfriends and the absolute blast that they had while "borrowing" the daughter of a woman that they meet at the Zoo.
This story is NOT to be reproduced in real life, take a chapter from Mr. Rodgers and be a good neigbor to others ok, we only live once, be a good influence on the world, this is FANTASY only!

This story contains rape scat and watersports, specifically 2 lesbian women brutally fucking an unconcious girl for fun, and is not for the weak of heart, but is for the wet sadistic pussy or throbbing sadistic dick. It is officially in the "epic life" universe, but alot more tame, and meant for a quick read while on lunch at the office or at home taking care of the kids during the few seconds that an overworked mother has to herself in her bathroom with her dildo, so I apologie for the brevity.

Now enjoy, as with my other works, A couple of suggested songs to play on your earbuds as you masturbate and suggested vibrator settings is included to make the story more interactive. Now, tell the coworkers that your headed to the bathroom, or tell the kids that mommas going to take a thirty minute break, and enjoy!
Lawrence Zoo, Ravenville South Carolina.

Virgina Wallace twiddled her thumbs as the SUV infront of her spent ages dropping off what seemed like two whole families worth of kids as she sat there looking for an open parking space.

Virginia sighed in relief as the SUV finally pulled away and she found the perfect spot to park her Jeep Wrangler. After quickly shifting to park she glanced in the mirror and smiled. At 28 years old, she wasn't as young as she wished that she was, but she still retained a youthful, almost teenage look. Her long golden curly hair was something that she wished she could cut, but her girlfriend Kristen insisted that she keep it. Virginias green eyes sparkled as she imagined the fun time that she and Kristen were about to have at the Zoo, and for what they had planned for the next few evenings if things went right.

The low black halter top that Virginia wore showed off both of her C cups to the point that if it were cut any lower both of her nipples would pop free, exactly how Virginia liked it. Virginia shifted her perfect apple bottom in her seat as she unbuckled her seatbelt and grabbed her purse.

Once she was satisfied that she had not left anything else in the car, Virginia stepped out of her vehicle and locked it behind her, before grabbing her phone from her purse and calling her girlfriend.

"Ring Ring" "Heya Virgyna, I'm running late, meet you over by the elephants in like 20 minutes?!" Came the peppy voice of Kristen over the phone as she teased her girlfriend by using her pet name.

Virginia sighed and rolled her eyes, but replied with, "Yes baby, it'ts not a problem, I'll buy us something to eat at the cafe there and wait for you."

"Thank you so much babe!" Replied Kristen before she hung up.

Virginia sighed but couldn't help but chuckle at her girlfriends usual tardiness, while she began to walk over to the ticket stand and purchase a month pass for herself. Each step of her swaying hips intentionally exaggerated just a tiny bit over the years to encourage others to stare at her bouncing ass, by now it was something that she did without even thinking about it.

Once Virginia entered the Zoo, she drew a sharp breath in and she observed some of the magnificent displays of nature around her. From Chimps swinging from the branches in a display to her right, to the Lemurs in a display to her left, also, all around her were some of the hottest displays of human flesh that she had ever seen. Groups of teens and kids sauntering back and fourth along the crowded passageways in the zoo, most of them wearing rather tight clothing due to the surprisingly humid and hot day that today was.

Virginia kept on walking towards the Elephant Cafe and the crowds began to thin out around her as they all went their respective ways.

About midway towards the cafe, Virginia saw something out of the corner of her eye that caught her attention, A latin or native american woman sitting by on a bench while her two children played in the sprinklers. It wasn't the mom that caught her attention (though the mother was rather attractive, Virginia had to admit) it was what her 9 year old daughter was, or rather WASN'T wearing.

The skinny olive skinned girl was only wearing a red bikini, and a VERY tight bikini at that, that accented Virginias favorite part on a girl, her glorious ass! Both cheeks were rather large for a girl of her age, not too dissimilar to Virginias own, and the fabric was pulled tightly up the girls ass-crack, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Virginia felt a small shudder ripple up her body as she felt an almost irresistable urge to grab the girls ass and bury her tongue deep inside of it. Virginias nipples began to poke out of the front of her halter top as Virginia swallowed nerviously and took a seat next to the girls mother, pretending to be on her phone.

"Its hot as hell out here!" Complained the girls mother as she reached into her fannypack and pulled out a handheld battery operated fan. "I agree!" Virginia said as she shifted in her seat, well aware of how wet she was getting between her legs.

"Can't imagine it getting much hotter than this this time of the year." Virginia added as she sent a quick text to Kristen saying, "Think I might have something, hurry up."

"Very true! "Replied the girls mother as she turned to the side to look at a hippo that was noisily complaining about a Zookeeper who wondered to close to it.

Right as the girls mother had turned her head, Virginia saw something that made her eyes go wide, the girl (while chasing her brother through the sprinklers) had slipped on a rock and the material covering her ass was pulled down when it got snagged on the rock, revealing both of the girls magnificent ass cheeks to Virginia!

Sadly, almost as soon as they came down, the girl pulled them back up, and then while she had her back turned, her brother tackled her to the ground, causing the girl to twist her ankle and almost rotate her foot 90 degrees around in the process!.

"MOMMMA!" screamed the kid as her worried mother ran over to her to check on what happened. The stream of cussing that the mom spewed at her negligent son caused Virginia to giggle, but she got up and wondered over to the trio, giving her best concerned look on her face.

"I'm a registered nurse, can I take a look?" Virginia lied. "Of course!" replied the girls worried mother. Virginia then reached into her purse and pulled out some gauze and tape, something that she kept on hand for whenever she was gardening and cut herself on the bushes and other bracken that dotted her back yard.

Virginia then told the girl to hold her breath as she reset the girls foot, causing the girl to yell out in pain, but her mother clapped her hands together and said, "Thank you, Oh thank you so much!" "Anytime!" Virginia replied before she took a look at the girl then at her mother. "Mind if I get her some ice cream or something to get her mind off of the pain?" The girls mother shook her head and said, "No that's not necessary, I don't even have the money after buying the ticket to pay you back."

"It'd be my pleasure." Virginia said. The girls mother smiled and then said, "Thank you, you are a really sweet lady! I'm Marabel by the way, my daughter is Irene and my son is Jack." "I'm Virginia, i'm glad that I ran into you!" Virginia replied as the three of them walked over towards the Cafe, while the womans son sulked and followed them from a distance.

Virginia went overboard and bought the entire family as much food as they could eat, claiming that she was rich and had ample money to cover it. (Not really, infact Kristen was the breadwinner of the two, but Kristen would later call this money well spent).

As they all chowed down, Marabel mentioned that she had been trying to find a sitter for the girl while her and her husband went to a nearby retreat for the next two days but that they had spent much more of their money than they had anticipated, and that she couldn't afford it. And after this incident, she would be flying her son back home after she left the zoo as punishment.

"Fuck this" the boy shouted as he threw his plate of food at his mother and stormed off towards the tiger cage. "Oh god, are you ok ma'am?" Virginia said in shock as she helped the mother clean herself off. "Yes, that asshole just grounded himself for a month." The mother replied

"I live in downtown only fourty minutes away from the retreat, I could look after her if you two want a room at the retreat for yourselves." Virginia said.

"Oh no, I couldn't impose." Marabel declined.

"Please, I know as someone who has a girlfriend herself, how much that this trip means to you both, I enjoy sitting kids and our place is large enough that she won't be a bother!"

Marabel looked off in the distance and pondered it, then nodded and said, "Fuck it, that little shit won't fuck up our vacation, if its ok with you, would you babysit her?"


"It's be an honest pleasure for her to!" Came the voice of Kristen who approached the group holding cotton candies in each hand for both her and Virginia.

Kristen was dressed shockingly conservetivly, but her bulky clothes couldn't hide her obviously heavenly figure from anyone. Her D cup tits, skinny waist and rounded ass were the perfect size and shape for Virginia. Her deep blue eyes and olive skin contrasted perfectly with each other. For a woman of 26 years, she was absolutely stunning.

"Well its settled then!" Marabel said. "Are you excited to be staying with the nice lady?" Marabel said to Irene. "Yes mommy!" the girl said, completely oblivious to the lustful gaze of Kristen who was standing behind her and checking out her ass as it poked out the back of the chair. Both cheeks still had a wet sexy sheen to them, and Kristen couldn't help but smile.

Later, as the trio left the zoo,both women's hearts began to race faster and faster as they eagerly anticipated how much fun that they were going to have later in the day. Right as they were leaving, the girl noticed a doll for sale in a shop nearby and begged Virginia to grab it for her.

Kristen saw Virginias annoyed look and discreetly mouthed, "Pay for pussy." To which Virginia shrugged and conceded.

After they had left the shop, Kristen took the girl home in her Jeep, while Virginia took a detour in hers to the adult store to buy some items that they would use later in the evening.

As the girl rode home with Kristen, she couldn't help but notice how extremely happy the nice lady next to her was, the woman would occasionally look over at her and smile wide. The lady was flicking a lighter through the fingers in her right hand (A habit that Kristen did every time she was anxious). The girl blissfully unaware, took in the beautiful scenery out the front window and eagerly looked forward to staying with her two rescuers.

Kristen took a right turn and "accidentially" dropped the lighter right behind Irene. "Oooh hold a second, let me grab that sweetie." Kristen said as she reached with her right hand down the girls back and felt up her bikini covered ass as she fished for the lighter. Kristens pussy tingled as she felt how soft the ass flesh was against her skin, even through the bikini!

"hehe that tickles!" the girl giggled as Kristen fished for her lighter before finding it and regretfully removing her hand from the girls backside.

As Kristen steeled herself to resist the urge to rip Irenes pants off and grind her pussy against the girls ass then and there, and instead focused on just driving to the house. Playtime would come soon enough....

About an hour after Kristen had arrived with Irene, Virginia burst in the front door and raced up the stairs carrying a shit ton of bags in her hands. "Jesus Virginia you startled me, in a rush much?" Kristen shouted from the kitchen where she had been preparing the girl a nice steak dinner.

Kristen got no reply as Virginia quickly hid away all of the lingere and sex toys that she had purchased underneath the matress that they were going to use later this evening. During which she grabbed a shock collar from deep inside of her closet and placed it just inside of her nightstand to use later on to keep her new sextoy nearby incase something went wrong.

It was only four hours later that the three of them were watching Finding Nemo in the living room, Virginia had picked it up at the dollar general on the way home. with the girl sitting up close to the TV and both women sitting on the couch with a cozy thick red down blanket over both of them.

All throughout the movie, both women had been carefully but purpsosfully masturbating each other underneath the covers as they stole glances at the girl infront of them, readying themselves for the fun to come. Midway thoughout the movie, Kristen paused it and looked over at Virginia and said, "I'm going to make her some lemonaid and get changed."

Virginia gave Kristen a knowing wink and felt her heart begin to race. It wouldn't be long now. Virginias nipples began to harden again as she forced herself from clapping with joy. They were going to get LAID tonight! The oblivious face of the girl as she watched tv caused a wicked smile to come to Virginias face. About a minute later, Virginias phone buzzed and she read a text from Kristen. "I've put about four in, shouldn't take more than a minute, after that, the sextoy is ready! Bouce Bounce! (Devil Emoji)"

Kristen came back in carrying the lemonaid, wearing only her white cotton bra and her pajama bottoms, having taken off her shirt in the kitchen after feeling far too hot due to her arousal. Virginia chuckled at the sweat that clung to Virginias body, well aware of how turned on she was at the moment as well.

Virginia handed the girl her glass and said, "Made just for you, extra sweet just like you wanted!"

<vibe 1>

"Thank you very much!" the girl said as she chugged the liquid. Both women then sat back on the couch as the girl began to yawn only a few moments later. Virginia looked over at Kristen and ran her tongue over her lips. Her heart was beating so rapidly that Kristen could see her tits bounce with each beat.

Kristen nodded as both women discreetly slid their pajama bottoms off and tossed them aside.

The girls head began to droop but she was still facing the TV as Kristen and Virginia stood up and Kristen began to remove Virginias green bra. Kristen stifled a giggle as she fought with a stuck hook on Virginias bra, before it finally gave way and let Virginias tits pop free.

Irene yawned loudly and began to feel tired all over as her eyes slowly began to lose focus. "Mrs Virginia, I'm feeling kind of funny..." the girl said as she felt a wave of nausia wash over her.

"Ohh goodness, here let me help you!" Virginia said as Kristen snorted while trying to stifle a laugh. Virginia then ran over to the girl and held her in her arms. "Shhhh, your just feeling alittle sick, everything is going to be perfectly ok!" Virginia said as she smiled into the face that she would soon be rubbing her crotch against. Virginia then gave the girl a huge bear hug as the girl zoned in and out of conciousness. Virginia winked at Kristen as her hand slid down the girls back.

The girl then closed her eyes and would not open them again for 16 hours.... the pills worked!

A loud snoring sound filled the room and they realized that their sextoy was finally asleep.

"FUCKING FINALLY!" Virginia shouted as she slid her hand further until she slid her hand underneath the bottoms and grabbed the girls right ass cheek, feeling shocks throughout her hand as she kneaded the soft warm flesh. Her heart was racing to the point that her hands were shaking.

Kristen raced over towards virginia as Virginia got up and both women jumped up into the air then clapped their hands together "YESSS!" they shouted gleefully. Kristen took off her bra and tossed it aside as Virginia then leaned in and passionately frenched Kristen. Kristens sausage like nipples were even perkier than Virginias and rock hard.

Tonight the two of them were going to fulfill the role of natural selection, and reward the predator for the successful capture of its prey, they were going to fuck to their fill, and moreso. Life was good and rewarded them for their cunning!

Kristen and Virginia quickly removed their panties and tossed them onto the couch as Kristen picked up their toy by its arm and dragged it up the stairs. Virginia couldn't help but notice how hot it was that Kristen was dragging their toy up the stairs like a caveman with its prize.

Virginia followed her up the stairs and into the master bedroom, where she saw Kristen throw their prize onto the bed, then bend over to begin removing its panties. Virginia took a moment to admire her girlfriends great ass before she went in and slapped Kristen on her left ass cheek and watched as the sextoys bald pussy was revealed.

"Flip it over baby."Virginia begged huskily as she walked over towards the music player and put on the perfect song."

<Dancin Catchy Club Rap Beat> <vibe 2>

Kristen reached over and put both of her hands on the toys ass cheeks, and began to knead them in her hands, the flesh was very fucking soft and fit perfectly into both hands, evolution had made this toy perfect for their pleasure. Virginia then dragged the toy by its hair until its head was almost off of the bed, and pulled its head up, grabbing a nearby o-ring gag off of the shelf and shoving it into its mouth, forcing it open.

<vibe 3>

Virginia then positioned the toys face until it was directly facing Virginias slit, and began to grind her pussy against the soft face, using her arms to steady herself against the bed as she thrust as fast and as hard as she could against it, causing the bedsprings to sing the symphony of sex. The toys soft flesh felt heavenly against Virginias crotch. The loud slapping noise of Virginias went cunt against its face joined the bedsprings in their orchestra of lust and power. "Slap Slap Groan Slap Slap groan."

Kristen looked up lustily at her girlfriends bouncing tits for a brief moment, before she leaned in and ran her tongue from the top of the toys ass crack, smelling the faintest whiff of a sour odor, then slid her tongue down towards its anus, as she began to go to town, licking and sucking on the anus while loudly slapping both of the toys cheeks repeatedly.

Kristen then dug her tongue as far into the toys ass as she could, before she took it out and got onto the bed, straddling the toys ass and grabbing onto Virginias tits for support as her crotch began to rut against both cheeks. The tiny twin chunks of flesh were the perfect size for Kristen, occasionally Kristen managed to almost get one entire cheek in between her spread labial folds. Kristen then took this a step further and pinched the toys left ass cheek with her own left hand until it was the perfect size for her to rut her pussy against

"Oh fuck" Virginia moaned as she clinched her ass together and rapidly increased her thrusts and felt Kristens right hand digging into her tit. "Oh fucking yes baby!"

Kristens entire face was flushed and her breath came out in gasps as she shouted, "Mmmm fuck that cunts face babe, FUCK it!!"

The erotic lewd display of bouncing tits and asses as both women did what only came natural was a sight to behold!

Virginias eyes cast downward as she watched her girlfriend ride the toys ass. The way that both cheeks bounced back and fourth as Kristens labia slid over them was a sight shed never forget, that and the sweet smell of Kristens sweat mixed with her apple scented perfume. Kristens entire body started to shine as she felt wave after wave of electric joy coursing through her body from the feeling of the toys ass flesh against her crotch.

(The sound of the headboard as it crashed again and again against the wall was almost deafening.)

"Ohh shit, oh fuck ohhh fuck!" Kristen shouted out in utter euphoria as an orgasm began to ripple throughout her body. She began to claw at the toys backside and grabbed both sides of its torso as she rode it to the biggest orgasm of her life. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Kristen yelled at the top of her lungs as her entire body began to spasm as pure euphoria coursed through it. Kristen wasn't finished though, and continued to ride the ass as she approached a second orgasm.

The nearby nightstand was knocked a few inches away from the bed as the bed frame was tossed back and fourth.

Virginia didnt have to orgasm yet, but she did need to do something else. With a deft movement of her urethra over the toys mouth, she sealed the toys face against her pussy, and began to piss into its mouth.

Subconciously the toy began to rapidly swallow, causing its cute stomach to begin to expand.

Kristen experianced a second orgasm and moaned primally as her gaze fell onto the ass below her and she squirted all over both of the cheeks and onto its backside. As it began to subside and she rolled off to the side, she put her ear as close to the toys stomach as she could, while fingering herself and listening to the stomach churn and gurgle as splash after splash of urine filled its contents.

As Virginia finished pissing, Kristen raised the toys lover half up until she was facing its slit, and began to dive her tongue into the succulent folds of its vagina.

Virginia then rotated her ass around and buried the tiny face between her ass cheeks, before sending a loud but muffled fart down the toys throat. Kristen heard it and knew what was coming, she immediately began to finger herself using three fingers as she buried her face even deeper into the toys vagina.

The music changed tracks to <Slum God, Beat> and almost immediately after, Virginias ass cheeks rippled as another loud fart pushed the toys mouth cheeks wide then got sucked down its throat and into its stomach. Aside from the music, the room went silent for a moment as Virginias stomach rumbled loudly, before nature ran its course and Virginias colon began send to her shit where it was supposed to go. Virginias anus expanded and retracted for a moment, before a large log ran past her colon and directly into the sextoys mouth.

"EAY MY SHIT YOU LITTLE FUCK!" Virginia moaned in pure euphoria before pressure from Virginias bowels forced her waste down the throat and into the stomach as the toy recycled it. The feel of dominance and power as Virginia used the lesser lifeform sent her over the edge, as log after log of shit began to make its way from inside of her ass and into the stomach of her sextoy.

As Virginia emptied her bowels, Kristen got up and grabbed a nearby strapon before watching her girlfriend finish into the head hidden between her cheeks. Kristen then leaned in and kissed Virginia passionately, before she handed her the strapon.

"Have fun babe!" Kristen giggled as Virginia put on the strapon and flipped the toy over. Virginia then spit on the toys chest before Kristen leaned in and began to suck the toys nipples, while Virginia stepped behind Kristen and eased the strapon into Kristens pussy, before she grabbed both of Kristens ass cheeks and began to ride her girlfriend.

Kristen softly bit on the toys right nipple as her lover pounded her from the rear, then she ran her tongue all over its chest, its throat, and circled its mouth, before she remembered what Virginia had done. "Oh" Kristen giggled as she moved her mouth back down towards the toys vagina and resumed eating it out.

Virginia was closing in on an orgasm when Kristen lifted her head and said, "Shit, Virginia, now I have to go." Virginia shook her head and held Kristen down with her right hand and pulled on Kristens hair with her left. Kristen moaned a weak protest but let her lover drive her to another orgasm.

Virginia then pulled out and slapped Kristen hard on her left ass cheek. "Now you can feed the bitch." Virginia laughed as Kristen quickly mounted the bed again and squatted over the toys face.

Virginia grabbed the head and held it in place as Kristens dialiating anus lowered itself onto the toys mouth. Virginia leaned in and masturbated as she watched the toys throat as Kristen sent a serious of loud farts down it, before a rather large mass almost grotesquely extended the throat as Kristen took a massive dump. Kristens tits swayed invitingly, causing Virginia to whisper, "feed it baby" then lean in and suck on Kristens left nipple as she used her toilet.


The combined stimuilation and knowledge of where her shit was going caused Kristens pussy to weep sticky fluid all over their toys chest.

The night was just getting started....

The end! If you want to read a similar but much larger novel, read Lauras Epic Life! Or for a horror vibe, Sarahs epic life!

Be warned, this is a fairly brutal monster rape/hard vore story. If you read it and you don't like that stuff, you have my condolences.

Just to be absolutely clear what this is: A werewolf rapes and eats a drunken party girl while saying mean things to her. That's it. If that doesn't sound fun, avoid this story!

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Werewolf on Wheels

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Kathleen Sandusky ran her fingers through her freshly-cut hair. It had been ages since she’d had it this short, not since she’d left the police force five years ago, and it felt great to look ship-shape in uniform again.

Well. . . It may have just been a Halloween costume, a sexy little navy blue miniskirt, garters and stockings, tight cleavage-revealing top, pert cop hat.

And she may be just a little thicker than she had been five years ago. Kathleen at 34 had definitely packed on several scrumptious pounds more than Kathleen at 29! She ruefully smacked her full, juicy bottom with the hollow plastic “nightstick” that came with the outfit.

It’s not that she lacked for dates, there were plenty of guys who liked the PAWG look and were more than happy to rail her brainless any day of the week. But damn, it was feeling hard to attract something a little more than a pump-and-dump!

“A girl wants to feel pursued,” she pouted, sliding the nightstick between her bountiful breasts. That was the dream, wasn’t it? To be single-mindedly hunted down and taken, forever?

“Maybe tonight’s the night,” she said cheerfully, smacking her ass again.

And if not, maybe I’ll at least get some hot dick!

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The party, aside from a genuinely excellent supply of drinks from an enthusiastic and heavy-handed amateur bartender trying his hand at Halloween concoctions, was a disappointment. It’s not that there weren’t plenty of guys there, and it’s not that they weren’t just as horny as Kathleen, it’s just that they kept looking between Kathleen in her sexy cop outfit, and some random 25-year-old bimbo in her sexy cop outfit, and somehow they kept going for the 25-year-old!

“Stupid sluts,” Kathleen growled, leaning against the house party’s brick wall to steady herself.

It wasn’t fair. She took a sip from something that tasted like a Day-Glo daiquiri and hiccuped.

All those dumb twentysomething whores getting happily pumped full of cum and what did Kathleen have? A hangover to look forward to, that’s what she had.

There was a long, low black muscle car parked on the side of the road. Kathleen wasn’t sure when it had appeared, but she saw movement inside, and an idea flared dimly in her buzzed brain. She sauntered over, sure she was going to catch someone in some illicit act and give them a good Halloween scare. Maybe get some dick, too, if she played her cards right.

If things went south, surely her remembered combat skills as a cop would still serve her. Sure, she’d never gotten into a real fight in her months on the squad, but still, she was a trained fighter!

The muscle car’s windows were open. She blinked, trying to see into the darkened vehicle.

“The fuck you want, bitch?” a raspy voice came from the darkness.

Aggressive. That was sexy.

Kathleen leaned in, emphasizing her bust as she set her elbows inside the open window.

“License and registration, big boy,” she said breathily, swaying her hips.

“You a fucking cop?”

She pressed her tits together, letting the plastic badge flash. “Want me to strip-search you?”

Two huge, hairy hands clamped down on her shoulders, and she yipped in startled fear as she was hauled into the car in one violent motion.

A scream was stopped instantly by the blow of a fist that made Kathleen’s ears ring. She felt hot blood gush out of a broken nose and let out a wail that lasted all of a second until a second blow to her midsection drove all air from her lungs, making her fold up.

Wheezing, she kicked her legs, high heels clattering in the narrow confines of the car, as she tried to buy herself some space, figure out what the hell was. . .

There was a rush of movement as the driver grabbed her and manhandled both of them into the back seat, banging Kathleen’s head off the roof as he went and sending stars shooting through her booze-addled head.

He’s so fucking hairy, she thought dizzily, clawing at his hard-muscled body, feeling the leather of his vest over all that fur.

“Fucking pig bitch,” he growled, voice low, and he must have had a knife because something sharp slashed through her clothes and bit into her skin. Kathleen screamed at the pain until he grabbed her by the face and slammed the back of her head hard against the steel-framed side of the car.

“Shut the fuck up.” He punctuated the order by hard slaps to the side of her face, and Kathleen moaned brokenly. She raised trembling hands, invisible to her in the darkness of the car, all her confidence shattered in a few seconds of explosive violence.

“Get on your belly, pig.”

Mewling and sniffling, Kathleen obeyed, Even drunk, it wasn’t a surprise to her when he ripped her frilly black panties away.

She heard him smelling her, great gusts of air that sounded more like a big dog than a man, and she moaned in fear as she heard a zipper.

“Say one word and I’ll gut you like a fish.”

Kathleen believed him. Fortunately for her, she was already extremely wet from her drunken flirtations at the party – fortunate considering the enormous size of the cock that was soon pressing into her juicy cunt.

It felt weird, pointed, not knobby like the cocks she was used to, but it thrust forward into her just the same, driving her breath out as the man behind her slammed in uncaringly.

Every hard push smacked her bleeding face into the side of the car, making her whimper and babble softly, trying hard not to say anything. Eventually, she bit down hard on her knuckles, keening against them as that gigantic, strange dick pistoned in and out of her wetness.

He was fucking her mercilessly, his huge arms gripping her waist, holding tight to those juicy hips, and she could feel the shockwaves moving over her big ass as she was taken in the dark.

She heard him sniffing again, and then a low, wicked laugh.

“You’re one slutty little pig, you know that?” he said, pulling himself out of her.

Kathleen couldn’t help the needy moan that escaped her mouth. She clapped her hand to her bruised lips to keep herself from begging him for more.

“I know what little piggies like you need,” he gloated, bringing his hand down in a resounding slap to her fat right buttcheek, his long nails leaving cuts above his handprint.

She didn’t realize what he was up to until he had spread her fat ass apart, and any protest she might have been about to make was drowned in the brain-busting sensation of that enormous cock, slick from her pussy but still bigger by far than anything she’d every played with back there, sliding straight up her almost-virgin butthole.

Kathleen’s face twisted into a bizarre expression, piggy grunts echoing in the car as for the first time in her life she was well and truly buttfucked. Her assailant’s long, hard dick was drilling into her, resisted at first by her tight hole, but punching inches deeper with each stroke.

He was fucking her so hard that each thrust scraped her pussy along the slick leather of the back seat, leaving streaks of her wetness and stimulating her horny, treacherous little clit.

By the time she was really aware of it, her orgasm had hit her, chubby thighs trembling as she reached a new low even for her – orgasming like a stupid slut over being anally raped in the back of a stranger’s car.

Kathleen’s mouth hung open, teeth clacking as her ass was repeatedly violated, and there was just one question bouncing around her empty head – who the fuck was this guy?

Unthinking, her fingers groped for her cell phone. She twisted her upper body, looked back, turned on her phone’s flashlight, and screamed.

Behind her was a huge, black-furred monster like a man combined with an enormous canine, snout thrust forward, saliva dripping from murderous fangs. She could see what he’d cut her clothes up with – not a knife, but claws like knives. And she could see his enormous wolflike cock, see the inhuman size of it, and the terror that filled her made her ass clamp down hard on his thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s what daddy likes,” he said lewdly, tongue lolling out of his monstrous mouth. “You fucking rent-a-cop slut!”

“I’m a real cop!” Kathleen said, stupidly.

“You’re too fucking chubby and useless to be a real pig,” the werewolf laughed in her face. “You’re good for two things, like any other worthless cunt!”

Before Kathleen could try to rebut him, he gave something like a roar, and she could actually feel his hot monster cum squirting into her abused guts. To enhance his pleasure, he rained hard slaps down on her bouncing bottom, leaving it red and stinging when his torrent of sperm was finally spent, completely injected into Kathleen’s fat ex-cop ass.

The world whirled around her as he suddenly sat, pulling her with him, still sheathed completely inside her butt. He spun her around until she was facing him as he sat on the back seat like a throne, and he licked her panting, bleeding face.

“Stupid bitch has a concussion,” he muttered, which Kathleen didn’t think was fair, but he just laughed as he grabbed her ample hips, anchoring her as his own hips drove upwards.

Kathleen’s asshole, already pummeled past endurance, almost ripped in half as a huge werewolf knot seated itself inside her innards.

Her mouth fell open, eyes totally blank, a high-pitched sound as she sucked air into raw lungs.

“You’re in for the long haul, fake cop,” he said, licking her slutty face. “You’re stuck on that dick for at least half an hour.”

Half an hour. . . that was okay, she could deal with half an hour. . .

“And I’m fucking hungry.”

He nosed under her left arm. His body was long and flexible as a dog’s (as a wolf’s), and as his knot held her tightly, he gently licked the salt sweat on her left butt cheek, and then bit in.

Kathleen woke up as red agony flooded her nervous system, and she screamed like a heathen, bouncing up and down on the wolf’s lap, trying to get away.

He just bit down harder, ripping away a delicious, meaty chunk of her jiggly ass. He toyed with it in his mouth for a moment, rumbling happily at the succulent flavor of this wannabe policewoman, and as he swallowed it down in satisfaction he realized she was raining pathetic blows down on his back and shoulders.

“Please! Please! OhfucknoGodplease!” she yammered, her back arcing, trying to get away from the brutal anal rape that had turned into something even more horrible.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s fine,” he said, his voice low in her ear. “Stop making so much fucking noise.”

She bent back, barely held up by his arm around her upper body, and for a second there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

His teeth glinted. “I’m gonna need you to shut the fuck up, because that fat fucking pig ass tastes way too good for me to allow you to ruin it with your fucking bitch screaming.”

He grabbed her panties from where he’d dropped them and shoved the shredded silk into her open mouth, then went back to his meal.

Kathleen was trapped on his lap, his massive knot anchoring her asshole, his strong arms wrapped around her body, and all her could do was wheeze out some weak little would-be screams from around her own wet panties.

And she certainly was trying to scream. Powerful jaws sank into her backside again and again, pulling away huge strips of pig meat, the werewolf gulping it down with barely any chewing. She tasted too good to delay, and he craved the next mouthful too much!

Every stab of pain made her hole tighten around him, and it wasn’t long before he was fucking her actively as he ate.

Kathleen’s entire world was a kaleidoscope of sick and crazy sensation – the rutting cock still plowing her asshole, the teeth eating her alive, the muscular body against her, the pain and echoing sensation of her concussion. She was flopping in his arms, only occasionally hitting weakly at her uncanny rapist.

Her ass was almost entirely in his stomach when she felt him spurt more monster semen up into her intestines, then he grabbed her under her arms and pulled up, hard.

The obscene slurping sound of his knot forcibly exiting her anus formed a counterpoint to the metallic clang as he bounced her head off the roof of his car and dropped her on her back on the seat.

Kathleen didn’t say a word. The red ruin of her once lush backside hurt horribly against the leather, but at least he wasn’t actively eating it anymore.

He licked blood from his muzzle, grabbed Kathleen’s prized sweater puppies, and gripped hard.

Claws sank into soft flesh, muscles tightened, and with a curious ripping sound both of her breasts simply came off.

She watched, dazed, as he stuffed them one after another into his mouth, slurping down the fat and skin with grunts of pleasure. Glancing down, she could see cum and blood dripping off his half-hard cock.

When she looked up again, his mouth was already headed down, and all the scream she could muster was a breathy sort of sigh and his deadly teeth sliced into her slutty pussy. He scooped it all out at once, cutting through hot flesh as if it was butter, like a steam shovel scooping up earth, and he shivered with pleasure as he chewed and swallowed the delicious morsel.

Just one bite, she marveled with the last of her conscious mind, then his teeth were clamped around her exhausted, brainless face, he was shaking, and she dimly heard the snap of her neck.

“There’s one fucking pig down,” he said, sneering. He looked down at her meaty thighs. “Seems a shame to waste the rest of her. . .”

It was the work of moments to have her deposited in a plastic bag in his trunk. That was at least few days of good eating, if he paced himself.

The best part about being a werewolf is never having to dispose of bodies.

Sherri's luck smiles when she comes across a gorgeous, flirty waitress with a promising tongue stud. She'll take her (and her pretty heels) home.

The charming, witty Sherri hides a sinister secret, down in her bloody basement. The dark-haired lesbian nurtures a deep obsession with gorgeous women and their even prettier feet and she doesn't splitting the two apart, to broaden her morbid collection.
“Hmm, you could look more chipper” Sherri, pondered looking at the girl’s heavy eyelids and blood-shot eyes, her torment too much for consciousness. “I know what will wake you up” Sherri left her toy for a moment, returning with a small black box and two electrode cables that ended in two crocodile clips. The box was Sherri’s modified old car battery, which instead of 12 Volts now operated at 50 V, a potentially lethal and definitely dangerous amount.
Gabrielle was at this point, too exhausted to put up a fight, resorting only to weakly moaning and minimal nervous shifting. Her pussy was scorched and torn and with her leg starting to cramp from the strain, the red-faced black girl was holding on for dear life.

“Come on, haha, give it to me” Sherri referred to the woman’s tongue, which she was trying to clamp with the electrode clip, shoving it through the girl’s wide ring-gag. Despite holding the girl’s head still by a handful of her puffy hair, Gabi was ‘strangely’ not cooperating, turning her face away and sneaking her pierced tongue in the back of her mouth. Eventually the girl’s flopping ‘fishy’ took the bait and was “hooked” between the fierce teeth of the clamp.

Gabi had gotten some energy back already, cursing obscenities at Sherri who was dead-focused on clipping the second electrode securely onto the girl’s tongue, next to the first croc-clip. “There, all set” the white naked woman said, as one black and one red cable were now running through Gabrielle’s pried-open mouth and down to floor, where they were connected to the car battery, sitting beside Sherri.

Gabi’s English-accented gibberish now sounded even funnier to Sherri, with the girl’s cable-hooked tongue making things even more difficult for her. Despite her attempts to seem defiant, the girl could not hide her heavy breathing of dreadful anticipation, as her tongue was sticking through her ring-gag.
“Aaaaand showtime!” Sherri cheered as she squatted over the black box and looking up at her toy to not miss any lovely reaction, pressed the ON button on the modified battery. 50 mA of electrical current, an intensity belonging in the “extremely painful shock” category by official standards, moved in a flash from the battery to the waitress’ tongue. Gabrielle did not utter any sound, the debilitating pain freezing her lungs to ineffectiveness, but she did jerk delightfully before Sherri’s eyes, her whole body tensing and forced to “dance” with electricity as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Sherri turned the battery off after 5 seconds. Gabrielle sunk into her noose as soon as the current “let go” of her tongue, and stood back up on one foot after a couple of hanging seconds. “This is so fun! I haven’t used the battery since…that May girl” Sherri reminisced about a ginger-haired white girl she was playing “electrician” with a few months back. She then turned the battery back on, watching as Gabrielle’s whole bound body writhed once more. This time, she let the bitch cook for ten seconds, enjoying the show of the girl’s torture. Gabrielle felt as if someone was stabbing her tongue repeatedly every millisecond. All the moisture in her tongue dried up from the frying it got.
Half-way through the “cooking” Gabi’s supporting knee buckled from the paralyzing shock and the girl was both hanging and electrocuted for the last 5 seconds. “Tsk, tsk, such a letdown” Sherri teased, right after closing the circuit. “How can I feel bad about stealing your tips when your lazy ass rests on my noose at every chance?” she added, while the tortured girl struggled to catch her breath and find her balance. Every move or shift of her body caused Gabi’s ruined, penetrated crotch to hurt terribly, a torment which was only the background of her current ordeal.

“Are you having fun? Is this what you had in mind when you stepped into my car? A sadistic white bitch cooking your pussy and tongue?” Sherri poked more fun at her restrained science experiment. Gabrielle was expecting her pussy and tongue to be heavily involved in this impromptu date, but not like this.

A loud cry was the only thing that left Gabrielle’s battery-hooked yapper. The sound was not cute or even sentimental, rather fucking ugly and feral. Snot was dripping from the beauty’s nose. Her head was killing her with the force of 10 migraines, and she’d only been zapped for 15 seconds. Her white crop top, with the small logo of the Tilted Kilt and her name tag on one side, was fully drenched in sweat from the young woman’s torturous strain, as were her right knee-high sock and her bottom-cut left sock. The slim bitch must have lost more than 4 pounds just from suffering alone, though she’d rather go back to her usual diet.

“Ok, ready for one more round?” Sherri said as the black bitch weakly shifted in her bonds, pitifully moaning. Gabi was now hyperventilating from acute stress, a bad timing considering her noose-choked windpipe. “Aaaaand go!” Sherri pretended to flick the switch on, just to see Gabi’s flinching reaction. “Hehe, got you!” she said, turning the current on a moment later. “Not gonna be sweet-tonguing anyone for hefty tips anymore” Sherri couldn’t resist the pun, not caring whether Gabrielle heard her, too busy being electrocuted.


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Dick McDonald's Revenge

I snapped my fingers and pointed down, and they both got on their knees – a stacked blonde in a loose, low-cut minidress that showed a delicious expanse of creamy cleavage, and a slender Asian in tight white hot pants and a cute rock and roll T-shirt.

I was sitting on the edge of a fountain in the campus center, trying to concentrate on my textbook in the midst of a vast array of luscious feminine creatures, and I’d finally called it. There was just no point in pretending to study until I’d drained my balls a few times, and the two delicacies kneeling in front of me now were the closest and cutest available.

It took a few seconds for me to shuck my jeans as the Asian chick lifted my shirt over my head, and then they were off to the races – the blonde taking a minute to give me bedroom eyes as the Asian stuffed her mouth with my balls.

“What’s your name, stud?” the blonde asked, stroking my dick up and down as her friend slobbered noisily on my nutsack.

“Richard McDonald.”

Her eyelashes fluttered briefly. “Dick McDonald?” she giggled, tossing her yellow hair. “McDonald like the fast food?”

I looked at her flatly. I’d been dealing with jokes about my name since I was a kid, but ever since the new laws had been passed, there was one group of people I didn’t have to deal with jokes from anymore.

I grabbed a handful of that pretty blonde hair and casually smashed her face down against the fountain rim next to me.

The Asian jumped when she heard her friend’s nose break, but she had the good sense to keep her head down and keep attending to my balls, even when the blonde started squealing in pain. She sounded so stupid and pig-like that it was almost funny, and I took her head in both hands and bounced it against the stone a few more times.

When I pulled her head up, her face was an absolute mess – streaming blood, tears, and spit. Her lips were fattening up and her nose was distinctly crooked, and I don’t even know how bad the teeth situation was.

I heard a whimpering from between my legs, and looked down to see that the Asian’s eyes were locked on her friend. Or rather, one of them was; the other was blocked by my dick.

“That feels good, keep it up,” I said. The blonde’s skinny little arms were fluttering at me, trying to push me away, and I had to laugh. “This bitch’s face is pretty fucked up. I think she’ll probably be happier dead.”

Blondie tried to gurgle something out, which I decided to take as agreement. I grabbed her by the hair again and shoved her head down into the fountain.

It only took one hand to hold her down, despite all the sexy flopping her body was doing as she drowned. It felt so fucking good to be doing that, to be killing this stupid whore as her friend sucked on my balls.

It felt so good that when the Asian gripped my cock as blondie was shuddering out her last few seconds of life, it only took about a stroke and a half before I was spurting cum all over her face and hair. She gasped and leaned back, and another jet of cum hit her square in the mouth, making her cough.

As the blonde slowly stopped moving, the her friend glared at me. “Was that absolutely necessary?” she asked bitchily.

“What, finishing on your face?”

“No, fucking killing Katey,” she said, obviously upset.

I shrugged. “I guess not, but would she really have wanted to keep living with her face like that? I did her a favor.”

The play of emotions on her face was interesting. I cocked my head. “What’s your name?”

“Jerri. Can I go now?”

I could hear the resentment in her voice as I pulled a box of pencils out of my backpack. I liked the old wooden ones, and fortunately I had just sharpened up a whole box.

I’m pretty sure she didn’t see it coming when I jammed a pencil deep into her left eye, permanently ruining that pretty little jewel. Bright red blood spurted out, narrowly missing my pants. She drew in her breath, presumably to scream, and I jerked her close by the hair while I stuck another pencil into her remaining eye.

She kicked and wriggled around like you wouldn’t believe as I slowly pushed the two pencils in, working them deep into her brain. I’m not sure what they were hitting, but it must have been something important, because you could sort of tell that her higher functions were shutting down.

That might just have been the pain and terror, though. At any rate, I took another pencil and pulled her head down into my lap, facing towards me.

She was sobbing in a defeated kind of tone, trying to make words form, as I started to play around her right ear with the tip of the pencil.

“Hey, do you hear that?” I asked her. She didn’t respond, so I gave up and pushed.

Her back stiffened and she made a pathetic keening sound as I hammered the pencil into her ear, punching easily through the resistance until it was firmly pounded into her already ravaged grey matter.

The other ear was even easier. She couldn’t even muster the control to fight it. Red sprayed down over my clothes, but I was enjoying myself so much I didn’t even care.

Hoisting her up by her armpits, I admired my handiwork. Blood and semen dripped down her face, which was going through the most incredible series of expressions – dopey, horrified, confused, angry. It was like watching an actress going through a string of emotions, except in this case the actress was a cute Asian coed with pencils sticking out of her eyes and ears.

I dropped her to the ground, and she fell on her back, her body arching sexily, arms extending and retracting, fingers curling and uncurling.

I looked down. My dick was stiff as hell again.

“I’m never going to get any fucking studying done,” I said angrily, grabbing Jerri around her slim little waist and bending her over the fountain so I could jerk her shorts down.

She actually had a really amazing ass, especially for such a skinny girl, and I sighed with contentment as I pushed my cockhead into her asshole.

It was great. Nice and tight, with wonderful soft buns and no stupid yowling about how I was going too fast or too deep.

Come to think of it, she wasn’t even moaning or carrying on at all anymore. I looked down, realized that her head was entirely beneath the fountain water, and had to laugh again at the reddish bubbles coming up around her.

I sped up, enjoying her wiggling as water started to fill her lungs. That fantastic little butt of hers did the job, and when she started to spasm around me as she died, I just unloaded. It felt like I was pumping about a quart of sperm into her guts.

When the ride finally stopped, she was still twitching a little. I debated retrieving my pencils from her head, but decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Still, I did take a minute to fish her and the blonde out of the fountain and haul them over to a nearby body collection cart.

Snuffing coeds in public was fine, but there were serious penalties for littering. A friend of mine had once crucified a particularly bitchy student congresswoman on the fence outside the student union and left her there, only to find himself with his free use privileges revoked for a full month. I definitely didn’t want to risk that.

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Coed's Mistake

“That concludes today’s class. I’ll see you all next week.”

Mr. Cherny glanced around his class as they dutifully gathered their textbooks and prepared to leave. His eyes locked on one particular student, who was looking at him almost challengingly.

“Jessica?” he said in a cool tone, his eyebrows lifting. “Was there something?”

“Nope, professor,” she responded, her voice perky and half-insolent as always as she got to her feet. “Nothing at all.”

She hefted her bookbag and began walking towards the door, her perilously long heels clacking against the floor.

“Wait.”

The quiet command in Mr. Cherny’s voice froze her, and she turned around, trying to look nonchalant.

“Yes, professor?”

She couldn’t keep a slight squeakiness out of her voice. Maybe…

“Close the door and come to my desk.”

A tingle shot up her spine. Fucking score. She almost ran to the door, looked at the backs of her departing classmates, and shut it with a quiet click.

A moment later she was standing at Mr. Cherny’s desk, her butt backed up against it. He was inches away from her, so close she could smell a tiny hint of cologne and the faint smell of soap. So close he could probably hear her heart pounding and the tiny wet sounds as she pressed her thighs together.

“Do you recall, Jessica, what I told you about wearing high heels in my class?”

The low, casually dangerous tone of his voice turned important parts of her brain off.

“N-not to do it,” she stammered, licking her lips unconsciously.

“Quite correct,” Mr. Cherny said. “Get on your knees.”

She was down in seconds, staring straight at the hard outline of his cock, clearly visible through his pants. The cock that she’d been teasing for weeks. The one she’d been staring at, daydreaming about instead of listening to his lectures.

“Do you know why I told you not to wear high heels?”

She shook her head, her nose almost brushing against that tantalizing erection.

He looked down at her. “It’s because,” he said, pulling his zipper down and letting his cock flop out to smack against her face, “they make me want to fuck your brains out.”

A little pink explosion went off in Jessica’s head, and her mouth fell open, the scent of her big, strong teacher’s dick filling her nostrils. She wanted to suck his cock so bad she could almost taste it already.

Slowly, he moved his cockhead towards her slick, ready lips, and when it touched her tongue she moaned as she closed her mouth around it, bobbing her head, feeling him sliding against her tongue as she moved.

“Get it good and wet,” he ordered, and she happily obliged, worshipping his prick like a prize slut, lovingly coating every hard inch of him in saliva until his member gleamed.

“Good girl. Give me one of your heels.”

Jessica obeyed without thinking, easily slipping off one shoe and handing it up to him.

He took it in his right hand and took her long, dark hair in his left, pushing against her until she was crouched against his desk. Gently but insistently, he pulled her head down on the desk until she was staring straight up at the lights above her, her entire body tense and trembling with the strongest lust she had ever felt.

Holding the shoe firmly, Mr. Cherny drove the heel down through Jessica’s wide-open left eye.

There was a popping sound and a spurt of blood and fluids as her pretty brown eye was destroyed, the heel puncturing through it with ease. It took her a few paralyzed seconds to respond to what had happened, to the massive spike of pain that suddenly filled her world.

She drew in a huge breath to scream as Mr. Cherny pulled her head back towards him.

Then he slotted his dripping cockhead into her ruined eye socket, took her head in both hands, and pushed.

The breath Jessica had taken in to scream with instead found its way out of her mouth in a squeaky, insensible sigh as Mr. Cherny’s well-moistened member punctured deep into her brain. Her jaw slackened, hands curling into tight little fists as she flopped between him and the desk, her legs moving randomly.

Her teacher’s huge dick plunged into her skull over and over, in long, smooth strokes, moving slightly each time to scramble her grey matter a little more. Her one remaining eye flickered wildly around the room, wide open but not seeing anything.

Faintly, what was left of her could hear the obscenely wet sounds of his cock killing her. The back of her head clunked against his desk as he thrust into her brain, the impacts making her drooling mouth move meaninglessly, forming idiot syllables that came out in a vaguely questioning tone.

Words registered in her mind but failed to resolve into understandable sentences. The language centers of her brain had already been thoroughly ruined by Mr. Cherny’s hard-thrusting member.

“You were always a useless little bitch,” he said calmly, a small trace of the effort of skullfucking his student in his voice. “I’m frankly surprised your parents let you go to college. It’s not that you were stupid, just… useless.”

He pulled her head back, his cock exiting her eyehole with a loud slurping sound, the cockhead popping loose with a faint effort. Blood, saliva, and precum dripped out of the red hole in little tear-trails down her cheek, mixing with her mascara.

“Hhuughnn,” she agreed, her right eye rolling around until it focused on his dripping cock.

“I see you still have some of your instincts intact,” he commented drily. Getting a firm grip on her hair, he lifted her up and pushed her facedown onto the desk, her lean young body wriggling as random, contradictory impulses fired off in her destroyed brain.

Mr. Cherny reached under Jessica’s skirt and hooked a finger around the crotch of her soaking wet panties, pulling them down her legs, then flipping the skirt up and spreading her pretty little butt cheeks.

Jessica groaned, a stupid cow-noise, and drooled on the desk as Mr. Cherny began working his cockhead into her virgin asshole. He grunted with the effort, then sighed with pleasure as he broke past her resistance and sheathed half of his length in her tight coed butt.

“This is more like it,” he growled, picking up his pace and forcing more and more of his prick into her, drawing more moronic babbling from her slack lips. Grabbing her hair again, he slammed her face into the desk as he plowed her, feeling a distinct twinge of pleasure as her nose broke and blood splattered across the papers he’d been looking at before class – the last paper she’d ever turn in.

Mr. Cherny’s heavy breathing and the animalistic sounds of Jessica’s dying mind were the only noises in the classroom for a while, except for the occasional clunk of her head and knees against the desk and the wet, sloppy rhythm of his cock brutalizing her asshole.

Then he gripped her hips, fingertips sinking deep into her soft flesh, and pounded her as hard and fast as he could, her limbs flopping wildly, her babbling transformed into an almost continuous brainless moaning. He grunted as he came, cock pulsing as he unloaded jet after jet of hot, sticky cum into her hard-fucked guts.

Sighing with the pleasure of release, he waited there for a few breaths, letting the last of his cum drain into her. Then he pulled out, strings of sperm and blood briefly connecting his cock with Jessica’s ruined rear end.

She took up her babbling again as he tore her thin shirt off and started to clean himself.

Mr. Cherny sighed. “Just as worthless now as you always were,” he said, half-fondly, as he took her head in his hands and slowly started to twist.

Her clenched fists beat against the desk in an unthinking reaction, but he pressed his knee into her back and kept twisting. Her last protesting squeal died in the wrenching, cracking noise of her neck breaking.

The tiny spark of life that had remained in Jessica’s right eye flickered out.

Mr. Cherny dropped her to the floor, her head bouncing off the hard surface. He wiped his hands off on a clean bit of her shirt, nudged her with his foot, and walked away towards the bathrooms to clean up.

Hello, first time poster on gurochan. My name is pusmonster and i write sadistic torture stories focused on women’s feminine parts. This is one of my requests about a girl named Taylor. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
WARNING- there is no sex in this story, it is purely torture so if you are into that-

TAYLOR
Descripton- Taylor is a girl in her early twenties with bright blue eyes and brown-red curly hair down to her breasts, which are around a size C.

Taylor is sitting in her room at her dresser getting ready to go out. Shes looking at her own pretty face framed with curls in the mirror and is waiting for her hair straightener to heat up. Taylor hasn't gotten to go out in a while because of work and world circumstances so shes excited to meet her friends and go out to a nightclub for a well earned break. Maybe she could even find a cute guy and bring some adventure back to her life.
Little did Taylor know that I have been watching her through a crack in her door, slowly stroking my cock and looking around her room thinking of ways to make her life a lot worse and mine a lot more fun.
While Taylor is preoccupied looking down and painting her nails, I realise its my opportunity to strike. I thank god these young sluts nowadays always wear their airpods listening to trash music, just so I could make my entrance more dramatic. I slowly open the door and creep towards her until im a foot behind her, looking down at her little shoulders, with her blissfully - of how different her life would soon be.

Suddenly I violently yank on her little necklace backward, causing Taylor to make an amusing choked yelp of surprise as her necklace breaks and she falls backwards off her stool and lands on her back facing up right between my legs. For a second there she is, in a momentary shock, lying on the ground with her beautiful big blue eyes staring straight up at the balls of her worst nightmare. As she gulps in air preparing to scream, I suddenly sit down on her face, mashing the bottom of my cock and balls into her pretty features smearing her mascara and lipstick. I quicly grab her arms and tuck them under my legs, immobilising her upper body. Now she is all mine. Her legs are trashing violently and her muffled screams are pleasuring my junk but she is unable to protect her vulnerable front. my hands descend on her young perky clothed tits with viciousness. I find her nipples and then cruelly twist them in opposing directions. This makes her scream louder into my bulge, sending vibrations of pleasure. while keeping a twisted grip on her nipples, I start alternatively pulling them away from her body and then mushing them into her ribcage, causing indescribable pain to poor Taylor- who had only had so much as been slapped a couple times in her life. I suddenly let them go, and then start smacking them hard with downward motions like im playing the bongo.

Im glad Taylor chose to wear sheer stockings today, as I could easily use my strength to tear them off her kicking legs. then I grab her pink panties on either side and YANK them towards me, causing a cruel wedgie straight up her cunt. Her legs straighten for a bit as she lifts her ass off the floor to subside the sharp pain in her privates. This is when her panties deicide to also snap, freeing her womanly parts for my viewing and torturing pleasure. Before I get to work on her though I have to tie her up. I get off Taylor, and on cue she starts screaming at the top of her voice, trying to push me away with one hand and covering her pussy with the other. I quickly wrestle her into a headlock and choke her with my arms till she passes out.

Heres where the real fun starts. I throw the limp bitch onto her bed and proceed to properly undress her, taking her top and bra off revealing her supple firm young breasts (with some fresh bruising) and the tatters of her leggings and use her clothes to tie her wrists nad ankles to the corners of the bed.

Finally I have young naked Taylor all to myself, immobile, helpless, open, vulnerable.
I use smelling salts to wake her up. She quickly sees her position and starts struggling and screaming. I grab her head and face her tear filled eyes towards me and say- "HEllo bitch, I am your reckoning. your screaming wont do you any good because nobody can stop me. I have been sent here because someone you know wants me to hurt you, and I love to oblige." Taylor starts begging for mercy and asks me a hundred things I dont care to clarify. Who I am, who sent me, what do I want, She'll do anything, not tell anyone, suck my dick blah blah blah. Ive heared it all a million times but theyll never understand that I just want them hurting.
Deciding I've had enough dialogue with my victim, I use her torn panties to gag her and walk over to her dresser wondering what to do next.

I am reminded of the straighening iron, at this point at max temperature. I also see hairclips, nailpolish remover and other random woman shit and inspiration strikes! I pick up the iron and clips and walk towards trembling Taylor, who has been staring wide eyed and aghast at me this whole time. Her demeanor only worsens as she sees what I approach her with- shaking her head and making wild noises. This just makes it more fun for me. If she was ok with this what would be the point?

I roughly grab her puffy outer left labia with my hand and pull it outwards. I use a clip to hold it open and repeat the process with her right labia. This for the first time reveals Taylor's forbidden treasure, the bright pink folds of her sex that only a lucky few would get to see. Well I'm the last guy to see it like this.
I then take her straightner and break the two parts open, snapping the hinge. i take one of the hot metal plates and slowly bring it's searng surface closer to her glistening flesh. Taylor at this point is hitting unprecedented octaves with her voice but can do nothing to stop the inevitable.

A sudden sizzle, white smoke, anguished screech and smell of burning pussy all come to me at once. Ah, this is life.
I use some masking tape I found lying around and use it to press and secure the metal plate between her bucking legs. Taylor's previously fresh and untouched pussy flesh is fusing with the hot plate. Probably wouldnt be able to remove it from her body without taking some of her pussy skin with it but thats someone else's problem. I stare at her convulsing and spasming in pain while jacking off, for a good 3 minutes as the sizzling and her screaming slows down to just a moaning whimper. on to her (relatively) unharmed tits.

Taylor part 6- torture intermission
Everyone loves hurting a pussy but I really like hurting tits. Especially young, soft, perky and bouncy titties like Taylor's. I walk into her bathroom looking for a good prop. I find her safety body shaving razor on the rim of her bath, with stray hairs lying about. That explains the shaved pussy. Taylor was looking to have a good time tonight. Chuckling to myself I take the instrument and slide out the razor inside. I walk back to the helpless girl whistling.

Taylor is staring at the ceiling in detatched shock, sobbing. She doesnt even acknowledge me as I walk up to her, blade in hand.

I kneel next to her and whisper "Taylor, what I just did was fast, but now Im going to hurt you real slowly." Her whimpering turns back into sobbing. I grab her left tit at the base in my left hand , squeezing it and making a soft springy mound of flesh with her bruised nipple sticking straight up. I take the razorblade and start drawing thin lines in the flesh, only a couple milimeters deep. Taylor makes high pitched long squeals as I slowly and painstakingly bring the cut starting at the edge of her areola, down towards my fingers at the base. I spend a few minutes slowly carving a dozen or so lines radially away from her left nipple. small beads of blood gather in the cuts and get bigger. her left breast starts turning red overall as blood drops trickle out from the wounds. then, I take the blade and stick it in a new spot,this time deeper in the flesh, around a couple centimeters. Taylor begins earnestly screaming again, her voice being lost now and making scratchy panicked noises. I make deeper cuts all around her breast now, like cubing a mango, revealing whitish-yellow fatty tissue inside the breast. Nobody was supposed to ever see this. After having had my full mutilating her leftbreast, I get up and wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my hand. Which now that I think of it are covered in blood themselves. In fact, theres a lot of blood now.

I say to Taylor "wow those are somedeep cuts Tay, gonna have to sanitize them! Saying that I take her nail polish remover and splash some of the rubbing alcohol onto her mangled breast tissue, revitalising her screams. I take my palm and rougly start mushing her breast meat together with the alcohol. I cant even picture how much this probably hurt poor Taylor. I dont have tits so I cant really relate to this. Its a girl problem, heh.
Taylors luck had turned upside down so fast it's easy to feel bad for her. How could she have known a demon made to hurt females was sent straight to her for the sole purpose of causing pain. And now she was bleeding out, probably not making it to tomorrow. But I still have a couple hours left to have fun. And Taylor has one untouched tit left and I'm gonna get some mileage out of that one.

THE END

I got carried away with this! I'ts my first ever story so Id like to hear what yall think of my writing style. The rest will most probably not be this long and I dont know how many and how often I'd write but that was fun. Taylor is sexy and made me think of some bad things. I hope this made somebody cum
Excuse the spelling/grammatical errors. I cant be fucked to care
-woman killing demon signing off

When Tim walked into the butcher shop, he was obviously terrified. Holding the red ticket in his hands, he was on the verge of tears when he heard the tiny bell jingle above the door. In the window several butchered boys just the same age as him were hanging by hooks, their naked bodies in clean pieces with prices stuck into their flesh with pins. Slowly he walked up to the currently empty counter. "Hello?" He called out. "My mommy told me I had to come here?" A few moments later an older man came from behind the counter and greeted Tim.

"Hi there little one! What's your name?" Asked the man gently.

"Tim," answered timidly, still holding the ticket.

The child handed the ticket over to the butcher. It was a notice from the Department of Population Control - Tim had been randomly selected to be culled for his meat in order to address the food shortage the area was facing. A half dozen boys came in each day with tickets like this. Each boy would then be taken back to the front of the store where they'd have their bodies weighed, measured, and inspected before being prepared for slaughter. The inspectors were not gentle men, most of them having spent their entire lives hunting, killing, and butchering people just like Tim. They were all looking forward to breaking this small child down so that they could enjoy a hot meal tonight.

"Well, well, well... Tim. Lets see if you're a big enough boy to become dinner!"

"Ok, what do I have to do?" The nervous child said.

"Well, first off we'll need you to strip."

"I don't want to," cried timidly.

"Nonsense! This isn't going to hurt. Now take everything off," he instructed, gesturing toward the stool in front of him.
The boy gulped and walked over to the stool where he began to slowly take off his clothes, obviously stalling. But again, that was normal. The boy wasn't used to being naked in front of other people, and as he looked at the butchered bodies of boys like him all around the store, he realized soon he would be meat just like they were.
After removing his shirt, Tim hesitantly reached for his shorts. The older man standing behind him stopped him, instructing him to remove them completely. Tim did as he was told, revealing himself to the world.

Tim's naked body was certainly cute. He was pre-pubescent and hairless from the neck down. He was chubby, which was wonderful for the quality his meat would give, and his skin pale and soft, having lived a pampered life until now. He had wide hips and thick thighs, and his ass was plump and round, giving it an almost hourglass shape.
The man behind the counter stared at Tim's cute little ass and felt his cock start to get hard. "Alright little one, let's weigh you up," he instructed. Tim went over to a weighing scale set on top of a small table next to the counter. After carefully putting Tim on the scales, he found out that Tim came in at 80 kilograms.

"Aww, look how cute!" Came a voice from the door of the store.

The butcher turned quickly to see who had spoken.

Timmy quickly covered his privates with his hands when he heard the customer walk in. He hoped the man wouldn't notice him.

"Well hello there little fella! What are you doing here? Are your parents shopping?" Asked the older gentleman.

"Um... yeah. I mean, no. Actually my mom asked me to come here today..." Timmy explained. "I got the red letter in the mail."

"Ohh, a culling ticket then? Well aren't we lucky that the government is sending their agents around to help us deal with the population crisis," he joked, walking around the counter so that he could see Tim's naked body as the butcher weighed him. His eyes took in every inch of his boyish frame before he noticed the tiny penis between his legs.

"Ahaha! You have a nice little body, don't ya' boy?" The butcher said, continuing his examination, giving the customer a smile. "Be with you in a minute once I've graded the pig here."

"Umm... yes sir..." Tim responded nervously. The man continued to look over the boy while he waited. When the butcher was done looking, he pulled out a clipboard from under the counter and looked over it for a moment.

"Well you're prime pork, little guy." The Butcher told Tim as he noted it down. "I'll get a lot for your meat."

Tim blushed and nodded, feeling very self conscious about being naked in front of the other men in the store.

"Alright, what can I do for you?" The Butcher asked the customer now that he was done grading Tim.

"Oh, um... I wanted to know if you have any more boys like this one? I'd love to take him home and break him in properly..." The man answered.

"Nope, I'm afraid this one's my only fresh one, the others have all been chopped today." The Butcher said motioning to a glass case displaying the severed heads of a dozen meat boys. "But Tim here is available to buy."

The customer seemed pleased by that. "I'd like to purchase the little one then." He told the butcher, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wad of cash. He counted off several hundred dollar bills onto the counter, which the butcher quickly swept up into his hand.

"You want me to chop him here and bag him up? Or you gonna want to do it at home?" The Butcher asked. Most customers preferred the butcher to do the unpleasant work. It was cheaper, faster, and made sure the meat tasted better.

"I would rather you do it for me, if you don't mind." The man replied. "But do you mind if I watch? I do enjoy seeing a cute one's head roll across the butcher block."

"Well alright then. Just give me a few minutes to set everything up," The Butcher said, gesturing toward a door leading behind the counter.

The customer turned back to Tim, who had just finished covering himself with his hands again after the older man examined his naked body.
"What are you doing?" The man asked.

"Ummm... I... uhhh..." Tim stammered, looking down at the ground.

"He's shy," the butcher explained. "But he seems pretty cute. He's just not used to being naked in public, I suppose."
The man laughed at that before turning back to the terrified boy. "Well, there's no need to be ashamed, Tim. You've got a good build for the butchering business, and you're definitely big enough to make a fine roast!"

The Butcher moved behind the boy and moved his hands away from his prepubescent privates, binding them behind his back with twine. "So how do you want him prepared? And will you be wanting his willy and bits, too?"

The customer chuckled and reached down to pat the child on his bare bottom. "Oh yes! That's my favorite part."

"Alright, then," the butcher replied. "Just follow me to the cutting table."

The butcher led the customer over to a large wooden chopping board. The butcher lifted the boy off the stool and put him on top of the board. His legs dangled below as they were still bound together.

Tim tried to stay still as they pulled his naked body up onto the butcher block and began to squeeze and appreciate it. They wanted to take there time here and have their fun with the child while he still had his head attached.

"So, want to play with the boy before we butcher him?" The Butcher asked the customer, noticing the rather large bulge in his pants.
The customer nodded and dropped his pants, revealing a fat cock covered in thick pre-cum. The butcher reached out and ran his hand along the shaft. The man moaned when he felt how warm it was. "Too bad I can't chop this sausage off. I wouldn't need to eat for a week." The butcher joked as he turned the child over on his belly and dragged him down the block so that his rump was bent over the edge.

The customer quickly grabbed the base of the kid's neck and pushed his face down into the table, holding him down. He took his penis in hand and pressed it against the small boy's ass.

"Mmmm," Timmy let out a tiny groan as the tip of the man. "What are you doing?" He asked, having no idea why what they were about to do. The kid was too innocent. He didn't know what was going on, and even if he did, he probably would have been too afraid to say anything.

"Shhhhhh," The customer said in response, moving the head of his dick between the cheeks of the boy's butt.

Timmy let out a gasp as he felt the man's cock push inside him, screaming as it stretched his tight virgin hole.

"Hahaha! It looks like he likes it!" The customer laughed, thrusting himself further inside the little boy.

"Ugh... ugh..." Tim groaned loudly, tears rolling down his face as the older man fucked his tiny hole roughly.

While the customer was enjoying the boy, the Butcher decided to get on with business. "Keep rutting him, its about to feel amazing when his head comes off." The butcher laughed. He reached behind the boy and began pulling the twine tied around his hands. "Good job being such a good little piglet."

"Mmmm," Timmy whimpered as the pain began to ebb, relaxing as the butcher placed his thick meaty hands on his head and gently stroked his hair.
The Butcher tried to get the boy to relax as he positioned his head on the butcher block, and reached for his meat cleaver. He wanted to do this in one clean blow.
"Just a few more moments, little guy. We're almost done." The Butcher reassured Tim. "Now then, hold still while I finish this up!"

Tim tried to remain still, not wanting to give the butcher any reason to miss.

"Ahhh, here we go!" The Butcher yelled, raising his cleaver above his head. He brought it down hard and fast, chopping the child's head cleanly from his body. A loud thud echoed through the room as the heavy blade sunk deep into the wood of the table.

Tim let out a high pitched squeal as the world suddenly went black. His vision faded away as his consciousness fled him.

As the boy died, his headless carcass began to jerk and writhe around the customer's cock, giving the older man one of the best pleasure's he'd ever known!

"Oh fuck yeah!" The customer exclaimed as the blood and fluids drained from the boy's lifeless form. The boy's arms continued to move against his crotch until they finally stopped moving altogether. "I can't wait to have this tasty treat roasted over an open fire tonight."

The butcher took Tim's lifeless head over to the sink to wash it off, letting the boy's body drain of blood while the customer finished inside of him. "You picked a fine pig to buy, sir." He laughed. "Let me get this head boxed up and the body gutted and wrapped."

"Thanks, Ben." The customer replied, handing over the cash. "I'm looking forward to my next purchase too."

This little girl is so cute and shy. Her big blue eyes look at the executioner waiting for instructions. Even if she is dying of shame for being completely naked, she do her best to stand to the crowd. Her pink nipples and soft pussy are seen by everyone, but she will not be a wife anyway

She is shivering and sobbing, but she is determinated to die with honor. Her short silky hair is tied in twintails with blue bows so her little neck is completely exposed to the sword. Her hands are tied up in her back, she close them tightly while trying to calm down.

Her feet are free, but she will not try to escape. She has accepted to be executed and is waiting for it. Around the scaffold, hundred of people of the town has gathered to witness her last minutes of life. Of course, people appreciate her youth, beauty and courage, but no one protest her fate, not even her family.

The executioner is tall and strong. This makes the little girl to look even more small and defenseless to his side. She is looking at him, but he is looking at the town's judge. He assents, so the executioner look at the girl, straight to her beautiful expecting eyes, and then he points down, in a gesture the she understands.

she calmly kneels, sitting on her ankles, while she has her back straight and her head high. She look at the executioner again, but he is not there. suddenly all the chatteris silent. She can only hear her own upbeated heart and breathing. She then knows he is behind him, holding the sword.

-I'm ready... please dispatch me quickly - her voice is very cute but full of bravery and even challenging

-Are those your last words? - The executioner is holding the sword high, ready to strike her neck from the right side.

-Yes, no need to say more... you know how to treat a girl like me, right? - She calmy close her eyes and try to be completely straight and still.

The cut is swift and precise. Her head is dettached from her little body so quickly she do not even react as her head is tilted to the right and turns sightly to the left to fall and hit the ground on her right temple only to bounce and roll toward the crowd.

Her naked body tremble violently as a fountain of blood appears from her neck, but yet her body shakes in her previous pose for long 12 seconds before collapsing to the front, trembling, bleeding and peeing. All of this while the crowd roar in excitement and calls the girl by her name.

Her head open her eyes in full pain and horror, while her little mouth spams as trying to breath. She know that she has been decapitated but despites the pain all she can think about now is to look at her family. Her wide open eyes look around at panic, but the moment she can see her family, a calm yet in pain expression appears at her face

Next to her twitching body, a pair sharp vertical wooden pole 1.8 high are waiting for her. The executioner has already sheathed the sword and take the beautiful little body from the right shoulder and left tigh. His hand are so big compared to her body. The virginal pussy is put in top of the sharp wood, then the executioner push the body down the pole, impaling the girl's shivering body with expertise, blood comes down the pussy running the pole and then the tip of the pole comes out of her esofagus, pulling a part of it sightly out until pole is 15cm above her severed neck.

While the little girl's no longer virginal body spams impaled, the executioner picks up the head face down and show her severed neck to the judge, the medic, her family and her teacher. Her pulsating neck is poked with a quirugical knife by the medic and then she writes down something on the case's medic inform.

Now, the executioner show the girl's face to the witnesses. Her beautiful eyes blink ocassionally while her lips try to speak. She looks straight to her mother with teary eyes, abundant tears flush down her cheeks while her teacher cleans her face and try to comb her hair with her hand. Please continue, they agree.

The executioner turns the severed head to show the girl her own naked body, impaled by her pussy twiching in the pole. The face of the girl changes as she try to to scream, but then she stares at her body for a few seconds before looking away in shame.

The crowd all this time has been calling the girl by her name, and the moment the executioner turns to show the severed head to the crowd, the excitement grows. The executioner now hold the girls head up of the second pole, carefully inserting it by the pharinx until it hits the skull. This is very paiful to the girl, her eyes are wide open as her mouth is, but when her head impaled this way, all the crowd can take their time to admire the girls beauty.

One minute has passed since she was decapitated to her head impalement, now while her face still shows pain, her eyes blinks and look around as she was before, and her lips moves as she tries to speak, her face is pale, but she still looks awaken and alive for several minutes before the bright of is gone forever

"Stop Fussing" (No-Sex Loli Incest Snuff Murder Betrayal)

1. This is my very first attempt at writing a story of this nature (originally posted on Ravishment University some time ago). I don't know if I am any good at it. Emotional and psychological abuse, betrayal, and questionable parental morality (in fiction) appeals heavily to me, so my story dwells more on that than on any kind of sex.

2. 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, loli) 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.

3. 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 lolis engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

***

"Stop your fussing!" my wife Julie chastized our crying daughter Krissy. "Pack up your things!"

Krissy had just gotten back from school when her mother politely asked her to start packing. The 11 year old immediately started balling her eyes out. I had to retreat to my home office, but could clearly hear all the commotion as our daughter was having her fit. Julie was better suited to taking care of tantrums than I ever was.

"No, I... I don't want to. Please don't make me!" Krissy shouted in between her breathless sobs. Precious oxygen was going into her panicky breathing. I was really looking forward to the peace and quiet.
Julie retorted, "We're not discussing this again, young lady. Your father and I have decided that it's for the best. Now clean out your room!"

You see, Krissy's entry into teenhood was a bit much for us to handle. The cute old days of playing with dolls and drawing pictures of cats and rainbows were quickly being replaced with a bratty attitude, mood swings, and even some indications that she was starting to take an interest in boys. The meltdown she was having right now only served to confirm the correctness of our decision.

"Don't kill me!" our daughter shouted down the hallway as she went into her room and slammed the door shut. "Shout it louder - the neighbors didn't hear you!" I thought to myself, sighing. The last thing we needed was Ned and Barbara next door calling the police and complicating a very simple situation.

No, we couldn't put up with this, so Julie and I decided on a fresh start. That decision was about eight months ago, so our "fresh start" is at most only a few weeks away. And it was showing - Julie's stomach protruded almost unnaturally, but I found it quite arousing.

What I did not find particularly arousing was my 11 year old's endless crying and sobbing after we broke the news to her yesterday that her new sister would be taking her place as the child in the household, and that we needed her room for the nursery. Krissy cried about it yesterday, but I think the fact that we acted quite normally this morning before she went to school either gave her the false impression that it was all a traumatic dream, or that we were making some kind of sick joke. After her mom lovingly kissed her goodbye, I dropped her off at school with some lunch money. Just because we decided to kill her did not mean we were bad parents or didn't love her. Looking back, though, I do feel a bit guilty about accidentally creating the false hope that she might live through this.

Over the last few months, Krissy had been excited about having a younger sibling. That has now been replaced with terror, realizing her mom and dad only wanted one child. Still, we are her parents, and it was our decision to make. I guess that is one of the perks of being an adult, and one of the drawbacks of being a kid.

Julie followed Krissy into her room, hobbling along with her very pregnant womb. "Don't take that tone with me, young lady..." she said closing the door behind her. I could hear them talking in muffled tones but could not make out what they were saying. I heard Krissy crying in between their words, though.

About half an hour later, Julie opened the door. "We're ready for you, John," she said, summoning me. Somehow, my wife got our disobedient daughter to pack most of her things away. She was always better at this parenting thing than I was. Hopefully I now have a chance to do better with the new baby.

When I arrived in Krissy's room, I saw boxes full of clothes and toys marked for local orphanages and others for the later in the new baby's life. The little one won't have an older sister, but she (we hoped it would be another girl) will have hand-me-downs. Krissy was sitting on her bed, quietly sobbing and gazing down at the floor. I sat down next to her, put my arm around her shoulder and gave her a big hug. She started shaking when I touched her, but didn't otherwise move. "I am so proud of you, sweetie. See, doing as Mom asked wasn't so bad?" I asked rhetorically as I kissed her on the head.

"Alright, Kris, you need to undress now. We don't want to ruin your dress. Daddy and I paid a lot for that one, and your little sister will love it when she gets to be your age," my wife said matter-of-factly. Krissy still wasn't moving. The shock seemed to have immobilized her. "Now, Kris," Julie insisted.

Our daughter slowly shifted her teary gaze from the floor and stood up shakily, giving out two louder sobs but managing to control herself. She reluctantly pulled her dress up and over her head, revealing a pair of plain white panties. Only tiny bumps had formed on her chest, so she has not started wearing bras yet. A lot of her innocence will be retained - at least in our memories - because she'll never reach a bra-wearing age.

"Fold it nicely now, dear," I added before Krissy had a chance to leave the dress crumpled up on her bed. "Kids these days," I thought to myself and rolled my eyes slightly.

"Just like I showed you, remember?" my wife added with a smile.

I would never admit it in polite company, but the half-naked 11 year old did cause me to get a hardon in my mercifully thick jeans. I don't know what would happen if Julie saw me lusting for our own daughter, but it couldn't be good. The idea of being seen as a pervert also didn't appeal to me, so I put the thought out of my mind. At least I won't have to worry about these kinds of thoughts again for at least another decade - I hope.

After a half-hearted attempt to fold her dress, Krissy covered her little breasts with her arms and stood unsure in the middle of her room. It was not particularly cold, but she was clearly shivering from the fear and uncertainty.

My wife looked over and me and nodded.

I stood up and stepped over to Krissy. "Alright, sweetheart, it's time. Say goodbye to Mommy..."

Her lower lip started quivering and tears started building up in her eyes again. "No! Please Daddy, Mommy, just leave me... Don't hurt me!" she exclaimed as she started moving to the door. "Why can't I just go live with Nana?!"

Julie stepped in front of her and grabbed her by her biceps. Krissy was quite petite, no match for her strong mother. "Oh sweetheart, Nana's too old to look after you. Besides, she is retired and wouldn't be able to afford caring for another person. You understand?"

After that final rebuke, Krissy start struggling with her mother. In the moment I was quite concerned that she might hurt Julie - being this far along in her pregnancy - so I acted swiftly.

I quickly removed my pocketknife from my jean pocket and flipped it open. I took a quick step forward, grabbed onto Krissy's left shoulder from behind, and shoved the knife right into the back of her neck, right where the cervical and thoracic regions of her spine met.

Her sobbing and struggling was immediately replaced by an eerie stillness and silence. She stared blankly at her mother, the last tears leaving her now empty eyes. Blood was spilling down her back.

"Love you, sweetie," Julie said with a motherly smile, still holding onto Krissy's upper arms. In that moment, our daughter collapsed. I could help control her fall with my hands on her shoulders. I leaned back slightly to avoid getting blood on my clothing.

After laying her down on her side, I retrieved my knife from her back, then turned her on her back and laid her head down on the floor, eyes staring upward. A few seconds later, Krissy let out her last breath. Blood was quickly pooling underneath her, as my wife let out an expected sigh.

"Well, that was more fussing than I expected. Thought this would be simple," I said with a chuckle, stepping over Krissy's corpse toward the room's door, careful not to touch the blood.

My wife rubbed her very pregnant belly, "Hopefully the next one is less troublesome. I definitely don't want to have to get pregnant a THIRD time!" I put my arm around her shoulder as we both laughed and left the room.

THE END