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(this part is exposition heavy because it’s a world I want to write in more, I have a ton of ideas for it. It’s more interesting to me than more generic worlds because it does have a bit more structure and conflict. I don’t plan to lose interest in it, I have other sections half written. Let me know what you think as I go along. :) )
Introduction- snuff, dubcon/ soft noncon, shooting (other methods coming).
In the future, fertility rates have gone haywire. Women can still get pregnant, but natural pregnancies are rare and most women are cloned, because men are rare. Men are not ‘uncommon’ where a college might only have one or two. They were -rare-. India has four, China has four, the US has 3, many countries have a single man, or none at all. These men are added to the list of celebrities, most of them were as well known as major actors. Women are more numerous than ever before, they hold the jobs, they are the politicians, the President of the United States has been a woman every year for over a century. Every store, every bank, all owned by women, and men still held the power.
Men didn’t work, laws didn’t apply to them, they didn’t use money, and they were obeyed. They weren’t seen as the other side of the same species, they were seen as gods. Male births only came from natural births, to be fucked by a man was a huge honor, to get pregnant by him was a point of pride that would carry through a lifetime. Even by a man, the odds of a male baby were exceptionally low, and the woman who gave birth to a boy was a superstar, people would ask for her autograph decades later.
It was into this world that Jacob Murray had been born. He was raised to be aware of how special he was. He watched the news, he knew that there were too many people in the world, overpopulation was causing problems, but he was raised by a kind mother she never told him no, he was never refused anything that wouldn’t put him in danger, but she tried to teach him that he had virtually unlimited influence in the world and he should try to use that to make it a better place. Hedonism and cruelty on smaller scales were fine and expected of him, but she tried to teach him to spare a thought for bigger picture issues, fixing problems.
Of course, in a world this odd, that meant something different to him that it once might have.
He was walking down the street in a new town one night, whistling and smiling under the clear, starry sky. It was a nice spring evening and he was looking around. Like most men, he didn’t have one home that was his, he was welcome to stay in any home he liked, wherever he happened to be when he felt like it, by law. It was customary to establish sort of a home base when he came to a town, but he had just driven in and was seeing what fun stuff they had to do.
He heard what sounded like crying and pleading and went to investigate. There were two women on the next street, one was probably 40, very pretty and still in excellent shape, while the other was a teenage punk, skinny and pale with dyed black hair and several piercings. The punk was holding the woman at gunpoint, her hand shaking, but her eyes hard. The woman pleaded “Please, please don’t do this! I can give you money. Please, I have a family waiting at home.” she looked so frightened.
The young punk didn’t lower the gun “It’s nothing personal, I have nowhere to go, I have no options but joining the gang, and they won’t let me unless I prove loyalty.”
Jacob stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Good evening ladies.” Both jumped, turning to him and staring in shock. “You’re…you’re Jacob Murray” the young punk said in awe. The older woman had seemingly forgotten her danger. Most women went their entire life without ever seeing a real man in person. Jacob nodded “I am, see?” He unzipped and dropped his pants, both were more amazed at the sight of a real cock than they would have been if he had been packing a gold bar in his pants instead. Years of conditioning and indoctrination kicked in and both girls were struck by an urge to touch and worship it, and him in general.
Jacob smiled and looked pointedly at the gun. “Now that isn’t very nice, is it?” The would be killer lowered her hands. “I’m sorry sir..there’s just so many women, not enough jobs….I got desperate.”
He nodded “I understand. The world isn’t a perfect place.” He held out a hand “Give it to me.” She handed him the weapon without hesitation, the idea of disobeying never crossed her mind. He smiled “Good girl” her cheeks flushed red and her belly felt warm at the praise. He continued “Now get on your knees, I’m going to shoot you in the head, for being mean and to start fixing the overpopulation.”
The red flush in her cheeks drained immediately and the girl paled. “Sir? Please sir….can’t I just leave? Please?” She looked as frightened as the older woman had a couple minutes earlier.
Jacob shook his head “No, you said it yourself, this area is overpopulated, you are a perfectly reasonable place to start fixing it. You wouldn’t disobey me would you? You don’t want all people say about you to be that you refused an order from a man?”
She shook her head quickly, fighting back tears. She was scared of dying, but there was nothing more shameful than opposing a man, disobeying would be nearly as bad as trying to hurt him. All the religion the world still had revolved around the honor of serving and obeying men if they ever got the chance, people would spit when they heard her name.
She sank to her knees “No sir. I would never disobey you.” She seemed younger and smaller than before, full of guilt at what she had nearly done, to Jacob as well as to the woman, a random stranger she had nearly killed. She looked at him as she obeyed, big eyes filled with one last hope. “I’m a good girl?”
He smiled and pet her on the head. Now that she was obeying, his (by modern standards) decent nature came through and he could give her that kindness. “Yes, you are a good girl.” He gave her just a moment to bask in his praise before he raised the gun and fired. She dropped without so much as a squeak, killed instantly, her body twitched on the ground. Jacob pulled a card from his pocket, leaving it on the corpse to mark this as the work of a man, so there would be no investigation.
The woman he had saved fell to her knees in front of him “Thank you, oh thank you sir! I’m not worth you taking the time out of your night to save, but I am grateful you did. Is there anything I can do to serve you?”
He thought for a moment. “I don’t have a place picked out to stay, take me to your home, I’ll meet your family, and tomorrow I can decide the best thing to do next.”
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I cut this one way down from what I was originally going to have in it because it was getting pretty long. The next bit is already half written


PART 5
Mandy was back at college, with her study group before a class, cramming for a test. It had been two days since Jacob took her virginity, he had fucked her several more times since then making it clear that she and Andrea were his favorites, and Mandy was just on top of the world. She was so happy, it was hard to focus on anything else, her mind kept drifting from the numbers on the page to her daydreams of the man who had gotten rougher with her after that incredibly emotional first time, who had now used all of her holes, and who just last night had given her the dog collar that now wrapped around her throat, she fingered it with a smile, she was well and truly marked as his property. The only man for hundreds of miles in any direction and the quiet, curveless nerd with only a few friends was HIS.
Of course, she hadn’t gotten all of his attention, others had shown up at his invitation, he had killed a couple, and ‘invited’ a few more to stay. He had established himself in this place, gotten out, met the people and let them love him, and now he was going to make the area less crowded, just like he promised. It wasn’t ideal for the people being culled, but the rest would have a higher quality of life when things settled down.
“Mandy, Mandy are you still with us?” Raven shook Mandy out of her super erotic daydream, the heavyset black girl smirking “Look, I’m as jealous of you as anyone, and after this test I’m going to want to come over there and meet him for myself, but this is the midterm, it’s a lot of points and I don’t think any of us are ready for it. Come on, focus and let’s get this done, THEN you can think about getting fucked until the bed breaks.” Angie giggled, she was a tiny redhead with short hair, big glasses, and a cute face usually seen with a smile on it, she was 25, the oldest of their group, and still absolutely adorable, she loved laughing at the dirty jokes, and tried to make her own but she kept blushing at the punchline.
Mandy smiled at her friends. “You know, you really should come over and meet him, once he leaves town, you might never get another chance to see a man in person.”
Raven and Angie looked at each other. Raven spoke up “Isn’t it true that he’s…killing? It seems awfully risky.” Mandy shrugged “It’s true. He might kill you, or me, and that stays true if you don’t come meet him and he just lights your building on fire with everyone inside, or if it happens at the store. He might run you over in a car as you cross the street. This city is too crowded, right? Too many people, not enough jobs?” Angie hesitated, then nodded.
Mandy looked at Raven “He’s being careful about who he kills most of the time, the people who will rebuild are mostly safe. Won’t it be nice to not have to be extremely overqualified just to get a job when we graduate?” Raven nodded. Mandy was a true believer, she pressed on “What he’s doing isn’t pretty, but it’s essential work, and he’s so nice, it’s not torture like Lief Raymond over in Italy. There’s nowhere you are really safe, unless you hide from him. Would you really do that? Hide from a man? The only thing that changes is I introduce you in a more personal setting.”
Raven and Angie looked at each other, thinking about it. “It….would be really cool to meet a man” Angie said quietly. “And he’s SO handsome in the pictures”. “He’s so much better in real life” Mandy promised “Like, looking at a picture of chocolate versus actually having some in front of you, and the only person who has asked him and not gotten fucked is Ella, he said she’s not quite ready, anyone else who asks gets fucked with a real cock, it’s SO much better than any toy, because it comes with him.”
In the end, Mandy won them over, but they still had a test to take, so it was decided that they would come by tomorrow. Mandy was having a lot of trouble staying focused, thinking about what wonderful things Jacob might do to her later, but she hoped she still did well on the test. When they were done, she said goodbye and the headed to her apartment, Mandy unlocked the door. Sometimes she still slipped into ‘sir’ but Jacob had told her that he liked her too much for them to be formal, so she called “Moms, Jacob, I’m back!”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out where they were, they followed the sounds of grunting and panting and slapping flesh, finding Jacob balls deep in Amy, sitting on the couch as she bounced up and down, her large breasts bouncing and heaving and she bounced up and down on his shaft, arms around him. They weren’t kissing, Jacob kissed sometimes, but of them that seemed to mostly be for Mandy and Andrea, he was squeezing her wide ass and biting at her neck and collarbone. Amy had some bruises on her belly, which were explained a moment later when Jacob drew back his hand and punched her with a closed fist. Mandy looked shocked as her curvy sister let out a loud ‘OOF’ and slowed down for a moment. She looked at her big sister as she got back up to speed, riding for all she was worth.
“H…Hey Mandy” she panted as her excellent curves bounced and were squeezed so hard in strong hands. “I…oh yes, so good….I got into a shouting match on the phone with one of my friends and Mr. Murray is letting me…” more panting “Make my case before he decides how to punish me for shouting like that inside and bothering the neighbors.” THe neighbors hadn’t complained of course, but Jacob had a strong sense of courtesy most of the time.
Stephanie and Andrea were busying themselves in the kitchen, making cookies and trying to distract themselves from inner conflict. Their daughter was in very real danger, but the whole thing was extremely hot.
A couple minutes later, Jacob paused and made a face Mandy knew quite well. Amy shook in her own climax from the sensation inside of her, and he pulled out. He slapped her butt and they stood, neither making any attempt to cover themselves, Mandy watched with a clearly horny expression and Jacob chuckled. “Come on, let’s go outside.”
They all took the elevator downstairs and to a strong, tall tree with some low branches out behind the building. Jacob went to his car and got a long bit of rope with a loop on one end, Amy paled at the sight of the noose.
Jacob nodded “I’m sorry Amy, but I have been watching you these last few days, you aren’t really motivated at anything, you don’t pitch in on chores nearly as much as your sisters, even though they are both going to school, and overall I just don’t see you turning into a model citizen.” Mandy felt something in her stomach, a mix of panic and truly shameful excitement.
He tossed the rope over a branch and tied the other end off at a thick root, bringing a plastic chair that way. “So what I would like is for you to step up on the chair and put the rope around your neck.” Jacob preferred to include some cooperation now that the town sort of knew his deal. He could just do it, like with Ella’s classmate or the banker, but as with the thief, he liked to have some action he could praise them for at the end.
Amy looked absolutely terrified, trying not to cry, not quite making it as a tear rolled down her face. “Can….can I say goodbye?” Jacob nodded “Of course honey, we’re not in any rush.” The curvy girl walked over to Stephanie and Andrea, they looked heartbroken, and they both hugged her tightly, like they were trying to hug courage and comfort into her. “I’m so sorry” Amy blubbered, finally starting to break down. “I should have done better, been a better daughter. Please, I’m sorry I let a man down….” her voice dropped to a whisper “Please don’t stop loving me.”
Stephanie squeezed her harder, kissing the top of her head “Never gonna happen” she promised, trying to keep it together for her daughter. “Mr. Murray is right to try to fix the town and he’s just doing what he thinks is best, but you are our daughter and we will ALWAYS love you.”
Amy squeezed both of them and went to her big sister. “I…guess this is it” she mumbled sadly. “I’m sorry…about those times I yelled at you or made fun of you. I guess I didn’t try very hard to be a good sister.” The shame was beating out the fear. Mandy tried to keep it light. “No, you were a good sister. We fight, we annoy each other, but I always knew you loved me, never doubted it for a minute.” Amy allowed herself the tiniest ghost of a smile, but it was still almost impossible. “Thanks sis…tell Ella….” Her composure broke into hiccups and sniffles. Mandy nodded. “I will.”
Amy knew it was time, before she lost her nerve, she didn’t want to faint, or worse, run away. She knew that however much her heart and legs screamed for her to run, the shame of running from a man would haunt her forever, she would be an outcast until the day she died. As bad as it was, this was better. Sniffling, she went over to Jacob, stepping onto the chair. Her fingers were shaking so badly that it took several agonizing moments for her to grab the noose, but she did eventually pull it around her own neck and under her chin. Jacob smiled and squeezed her hand, comfort instead of something more sexual. “Good girl, I’m proud of you.” He gave her a moment to enjoy the praise, then pulled the chair from under her.
Amy let out one panicked squeak, falling only a few inches before the noose snapped tight around her throat. Her mothers and sister watched in silence, all were sad…..but as Amy started twisting and struggling, letting her generous curves jiggle as she fought the rope, there was no denying that it was a supremely arousing spectacle. Her wide bottom jiggled, her large breasts bounced with every kick, Mandy had heard of hanging being called a dance, and now she understood it, her sister wasn’t exactly graceful, but her writhing did have a kind of beauty.
Amy fought hard, but the rope got tighter with every moment. Mandy had expected her sister to keep slowing down, to get weaker and weaker until she stopped but it didn’t work that way. About two minutes after the chair was pulled, Amy was still going pretty strong, until a particular twist turned the noose just a little, a visible change. It pinched off her artery, and at that moment Amy jerked once, her face went from the red color it had picked up, turning purple in seconds, her tongue bulged out and with no more than a few twitches, Amy went limp and her bladder released on the grass.
She hung there, the swinging generated from her kicking moments earlier faded down to a slow drifting a couple inches back and forth. Her eyes had gone bloodshot, they stared blankly ahead. Definitely dead.
Jacob gave the family a few minutes in silence before coming over to Andrea and Stephanie. He didn’t apologize or justify or make excuses, he kept it simple. “If you want me to leave your home, I understand completely, it won’t hurt my feelings or cause problems.” The women looked at each other, and Stephanie was the one to shake her head. “No, we don’t want you to leave. You say it wouldn’t cause problems, but we figure at least Mandy is safer with you actually around.” Jacob thought about it before he nodded “I feel like I mean it when I say I wouldn’t take it poorly, but there is probably something to that.”
He disposed of Amy’s body before Ella got home. When she did, her mothers sat the little girl down and had a quiet conversation with her, after which Ella locked herself in her room and could be heard crying. She refused when Andrea asked her to come out for dinner, and Jacob didn’t ask her, that wouldn’t improve anything. They sat down to a simple soup and salad meal, the empty chair next to Mandy drawing the gaze of each woman more than once as they ate. After dinner, Andrea and Stephanie went to their room, Mandy went to comfort Ella, and Jacob stayed up to read a book without comment or complaint.


"Where's Clara?" (Incest Snuff Loli Guro Cannibalism)

1. This is an unofficial, unauthorized, non-canon (fandom) sequel to Quivering Flesh’s 2004 “But Why Me Mommy?” as published on Asstr.org. I own no rights to the characters in this story, and invite Quivering Flesh to contact me if they would prefer the story be removed or revised.

2. Despite earnest attempts to pay homage to Quivering Flesh’s style, this story is dialogue heavy and, compared to “But Why Me Mommy?”, light on sexual details.

3. 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.

4. 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.

5. If you have not already, you are encouraged to read “But Why Me Mommy?” by Quivering Flesh before reading this story, but that is not strictly necessary. You might also read “But Why Me Mommy?” afterwards as a “flashback” by the narrator. “But Why Me Mommy?” can be read here: https://asstr.org/files/Authors/quivering_flesh/But%20Why%20Me%20Mommy%20(MFg%20pedo%20incest%20torture%20snuff).txt

***

Dusk

“Where’s Clara, Daddy?” Nancy asked as I drove her home from her playdate. Her sister would usually accompany me and Monica on such trips. As it happened, Monica, my wife, was at home, tending to the corpse of our recently deceased daughter, Clara, after a long day of incestuous and murderous fun.

As we drove, I thought back to the day’s festivities. Monica and I had planned for the day that I would deflower Clara for many weeks. When the day arrived, things got out of hand. We crossed a line with our child, but it was a line that we promised we would eventually cross. It was soon to be Nancy’s turn, as Monica promised me after she took Clara’s virginity – something I thought I was entitled to.

“She’s home, with Mommy,” I replied, answering my 7 year old daughter’s question honestly. Well, at least what was left of her sister was home with her mother. When I left, Monica was positively taking Clara apart with her father’s knife.

Nancy accepted my answer, and continued to look out the car window as dusk settled outside.

***

When we pulled into the driveway fifteen minutes later, Monica was waiting outside. Unsure of the state of the house, when I got out of the car I quietly asked her what would greet Nancy inside.

“Nothing,” she answered, kissing me on the lips and rubbing Nancy’s head as she walked past. Nancy disappeared into the front door.

“Where’s Clara?” I inquired further.

“Oh, she’s in there, waiting for her little sister,” my wife answered with a naughty smile. I looked back at her questioningly. She just motioned for us to follow our daughter inside.

Walking behind Monica, I realized that she had changed out of her red boots and chain-mail corset into an unassuming white bathrobe. I assumed she was naked underneath. Her long, thick black hair showed signs of having just been dried. With the bloody episode that had transpired a few hours prior, it made sense that she took a shower.

“Mommy, Daddy, something’s wrong with Clara…” Nancy announced as Monica and I entered the house. She was standing next to her small 11 year old sister, who was sitting back on the living room couch. Clara’s head was tilted to the right, eyes closed and her mouth slightly agape. “And she’s naked!” the little girl further exclaimed.

“She’s sleeping, honey. Don’t bother her,” Monica said as she stepped over to Nancy and moved her away. “Go take your bath before dinner.”

As the girl happily ran down the corridor, I realized Nancy’s undeveloped mind couldn’t make full sense of what she had in fact seen. To any adult observer, it would have been immediately evident, but to Nancy it was just a bit odd that her sister was ‘sleeping’ naked on the couch they were watching movies on last night.

It was clear that Monica had done a number on Clara. My wife had sliced straight from Clara's belly button all the way to her upper neck, right below the chin, achieving what Monica’s own father failed to do in her youth. She had also cut from Clara’s pubic area, right above her slit, back up to the belly button, allowing her to open the child up like a storage cupboard. Before I left the room earlier in the day, I had cum right into the stab wound above Clara’s cunt, a fitting salute to my departed daughter.

Since I’ve been gone, though, Monica had stitched Clara back up again. Her skin was already paler than this afternoon, but the stitching job was done surprisingly well. The blue marks I had left around Clara’s totally broken neck were still quite visible.

“What did you do?” I asked my wife, taking a seat in my usual armchair. She walked back over to me.

“Just played around with her insides a bit. We’ll be having some of it for dinner!” she announced. My cock immediately stirred at the perversity of what I was hearing. Good god, I still couldn’t believe I had married such an incredible woman. “I had to spend a lot of time cleaning your cum out of her stomach, buster,” she said, punching me lightly on the shoulder.

Monica went to sit on my lap, continuing her story. “I took a small bite of her raw heart, but it’s clear the meat needs to be cooked,” she said matter-of-factly. We certainly hadn’t discussed eating Clara before, but the way things escalated earlier, this turn of events didn’t really surprise me. I never considered myself a cannibal, but neither did I consider myself a murderer, so having two ‘firsts’ in one day was fine by me.

I leaned forward toward her, with her reciprocating, and kissed her, exploring her familiar mouth with my tongue. “You’re out of this world, babe…” I whispered between breaths. Monica giggled coyly. “You really are a good mother,” I continued, looking over at Clara, “putting her back together like that. She would have appreciated that.” We resumed our kiss.

After about a minute of making out, we broke off the kiss, and both got up. I went over to sit beside my first-born on the couch, with Monica smiling down at us.

“You really destroyed her neck,” Monica said. “It took some work to get her head in a natural position.”

“I couldn’t help myself. I was rubbing my dick through her throat. Before I knew it the whole thing just gave way,” I explained, shrugging my shoulders. “Anyway, what are we going to do with this?” I asked about the husk sitting on our couch.

“When we’re done with Nancy, we can decide. For now, let’s put our daughter in bed. I don’t think she’ll be joining us for dinner…” Monica said, thinking for a moment, “Well, not all of her will be joining us for dinner.” We both snickered.

Clara had been small and therefore light for her age. But without much of her organs, she was bizarrely light as I picked her up from the couch, cradle carrying her to the room she shared with Nancy.

I placed Clara on her side in her bed, and pulled her pink cover over her to her shoulder. I kissed my daughter on her now ice cold forehead and turned off the light as I left the room.

***

“Nancy, honey, are you done yet, dinner’s almost ready?!” Monica called out from the kitchen about ten minutes later.

“Almost,” came a girlish reply from the bathroom. I decided to have some fun with her. There was no point being coy given Nancy's prognosis for the evening.

I stood up from my armchair and walked over to the closed bathroom door, and entered.

“Daddy!” Nancy yelped and giggled as she was getting out of the bath. She covered her flat chest and bare mound as her long wet blonde hair splashed water around.

“Oh no you don’t!” I said playfully, moving rapidly toward her with my hands in a tickling motion.

“No!” she yelled again, laughing, as I grabbed her and tickled her sides and thighs, getting myself moderately wet from her shaking. If I wasn’t careful, I would have to deal with a whole other kind of problematic wetness inside my pants, where my rock hard cock was already straining against my jeans.

As she spun around from my tickling I smacked her butt quite hard, eliciting yet another yelp. I think that must have hurt her, but in all the excitement she just continued giggling.

“Let’s dry you off, my little whore,” I said as we calmed down. She let out a brief snort before asking, “What’s that, Daddy?”

I grabbed a towel from the railing and motioned for her to come forward. “A whore? A whore is a girl who would do anything that her daddy asks her to do,” I explained as I ran the towel over her shoulders and upper back.

“Never heard that before…” she said, letting me dry her off.

I spun her around, and pinched her left nipple as I said, “Well, you’ll be hearing it a lot tonight, sweetheart!” She flinched at the pinch, but smiled at the friendly demeanor I was acting out while I was speaking.

I rubbed her chest and under her arms with the towel as my dick continued to stir. Unlike Clara, whose breasts had just begun to bud and whose hips were in the process of widening, little Nancy was in almost all respects a young boy, with a completely flat chest and no curves. Like her sister, though, her undeveloped cunt was entirely bare. Clara’s shoulder-length strawberry blonde mane was contrasted with Nancy’s golden blonde hair that, when dry, fell luxuriously to the middle of her back. Usually, she had it in a ponytail.

Right now, the stands of her wet hair were sticking everywhere around her upper body. I stood up, towering over the small CD, and started rubbing her hair. Holding her head in my hands, I was reminded by the rush of power I had felt earlier when Clara and I were in a similar position. Holding a child’s head in these large adult hands, knowing what damage they could do in an instant, was intensely arousing for me.

With her hair dry, I moved in for my prize. I lowered myself down again, kissing Nancy on the chest between her nipples, eliciting a giggle, before moving down with the towel to dry off her legs. I worked my way up slowly from her calves, over her thighs, and toward her slit.

I slowly rubbed the towel over her small mound, making sure to go ever so slightly between the inviting folds. Even though I only felt it through the towel, it was clear to me that even my fingers are huge compared to the little hole they so eagerly wished to invade. Soon, I thought.

Shifting my attention to her cute little butt, I spun her around and rubbed the towel over her two cheeks. Then, placing one hand on her chest from behind, I took the towel in the other hand, put it through her thigh gap, and dragged it slowly over her cunt back across her slit – again making sure I entered it slightly – over her anus and back out again. I was rewarded with a shiver from my prepubescent D, making me wonder whether she already comprehended the notion of arousal.

As if on cue, I heard Monica knocking on the door and pushing it open. She threw a knowing smile my way as I looked around at her. “Are you two lovers ready for dinner?” she asked.

“Yes!” Nancy answered excitedly as I nodded with a dirty smile.

***

“Where’s Clara, Mommy?” Nancy asked as we sat down at the dining room table.

“She’s very tired honey,” Monica explained. “She, your Daddy and I had a very busy day while you were over at Jenny’s.” Well, she wasn’t wrong. Jenny was Nancy’s friend from school. They usually had multiple weekly playdates at each other’s houses.

“Oh,” Nancy accepted, looking over at the food containers laid out on the table. “What’s for dinner?” she asked.

“I just tried something new today. Let me know what you think!” my wife answered.

“Well, it smells delicious, honey,” I added, before gazing at the steel bowl containing an assortment of meaty products.

As was customary, Nancy’s mom served her plate for her. Monica used the grilling fork to grab two pieces of meat from the container and put it in Nancy’s plate. She then proceeded to serve up a random assortment of vegetables. Not really knowing what organs look like when cooked, at a glance all Clara’s meat looked like ordinary pork to me.

Monica did however specially cut a particular piece of meat in two and handed me one half. “This is the one I took a bit of raw earlier, darling,” she explained, giving me a knowing look.

Nancy giggled as she heard this. “Eww!” Monica and I both returned a slight laugh.

“Yes, it was ‘eww’!” my wife replied, booping Nancy’s nose with her right index finger.

I accepted half of Clara’s heart, then proceeded to collect some more of her meat, trying to pick out pieces that looked distinct from one another. If I’m gonna be a cannibal, at least I want to get a good taste of a variety of organs.

It made sense for Monica and I to feast on Clara’s heart. As her loving parents, it was only right for us to consume the source of her love for us, the organ most associated with love. As I took my first bite of the organ, I reveled in the soft texture. It tasted more like beef than pork, although I detected a slightly sweeter natural taste than one would get from normal beef.

“Mmmhm, delicious, as always darling, well done!” I congratulated my wife.

“Yeah, Mommy, it’s nice,” Nancy declared after taking a bite of the meat on her plate.

“All in an afternoon’s work! Thank you,” Monica said as she did two slight mock bows to me and her D. She turned to me after eating a piece of meat herself, saying “I’m sure we’ll have even more of this meat tomorrow.” She winked at me, and I returned a smile, almost unable to contain my arousal.

***

Night

Thanks mostly to my efforts, my little family finished all the meat that was served. My deceased daughter’s organs filled us right up, but it wasn’t as much food as one might expect. Then again, we know she was quite small for her age.

After dinner, we went to the living room to watch some television as our food digested. I had a beer. Monica and Nancy were cuddled together on the couch as I sat in my armchair.

“What are you doing, Mommy?” I heard Nancy ask, distracting me from the TV show.

“Just checking that you cleaned up properly during bathtime, darling,” Monica answered. She had her hand up Nancy’s one piece nighty dress. “You’re at that age now where girls have to keep very clean around their toochies,” she smiled at Nancy. Our daughter looked a bit confused about this, but seemed to accept it.

“Listen to your Mommy, princess,” I instructed. “Spread your legs for her.”

Nancy pouted a bit, but I could see her shift her one leg a bit, making more room for her mother to work.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Clara got the same treatment you’re going to get. It’s alright,” Monica said reassuringly, as she caressed around Nancy’s cleft.

“Mommy knows she’s not supposed to go too deep,” I said, directing my voice to Monica. She looked over, gave a teasing pout, and nodded as she continued to fondle the little girl. She knew Nancy’s cunt was mine. She had Clara with her strap-on. Nancy would get the real deal.

“Do you know where you came from, Nancy?” Monica asked. Nancy knew that when her mother called her by her name, she was serious.

“Daddy put me inside you…?” she said in a questioning fashion.

“Yes. Do you remember how?” Monica asked, rubbing her fingers over and slightly into Nancy’s slit.

“Uh…” Nancy gasped at the sensation between her legs. “He… uh… did sexy with you.”

“Daddy had sex with me,” Monica corrected Nancy. “What does that mean?”

Nancy wondered for a moment, clearly still uncomfortable with her mother’s molestations under her nightie.

“Daddy put me inside you with his cook,” the little girl answered.

Both Monica and I gave a light chuckle at this answer. Nancy was adorable.

“His cock, Nancy, you know we’ve been over this before,” her mother chastized her. Nancy nodded, looking down at the floor. “We taught your sister this as well, and she could get it right. It is important that you understand how life works, sweetie, especially now.”

Nancy didn’t understand any of what her mother was saying, but she could see it was serious.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I’ll try harder…”

Monica smiled at her daughter. “I know you will,” she said, kissing Nancy on her forehead.

“Would you like some milk, princess?” I asked as her mother continued to fondle her little cunt.

“Uh-huh…” she said unsurely, focusing on the assault under her dress.

I got up and went to the kitchen. I had to cum. If I didn’t cum now, I’d cum immediately when the real fun starts later on, and I couldn’t have that.

I got a glass and retrieved the milk from the bridge. I unbuckled my belt, let my jeans fall to the floor, and whipped my dick out of my underpants. Holding the glass with my left hand, I barely started stroking as I listened to Monica mumbling something in a motherly voice to our ill-fated daughter that I ejaculated at least three voluminous strands of cum into the glass. I gritted my teeth as I did not want to make a sound.

Taking a deep breath, I made sure all the cum was in the glass, and proceeded to fill it with milk. I got my pants back on, put the milk back, and proceeded back to the living room.

I handed the transparent glass to Monica, who took her hand from under Nancy’s nightie. Our daughter let out a relieved sigh. Monica could see my cum floating menacingly in the milk, immediately eliciting a snorting laugh from her. I chuckled in response, taking my seat again as I watched my wife give Nancy a sip. “There you go, sweetie,” she said, before placing the glass on the living room table.

"Now, Nancy. When a mommy and daddy love each other, the daddy uses his C-O-CK to transfer his love to the mommy. From that love, a baby is born." Monica explained to our little girl.

"A cock, or its technical name, a penis, creates love. Men make love and women receive love. Do you understand?"

I had heard this explanation before, with Clara. When we had our first daughter, Monica explained her theories to me, which her father had taught her. I don’t know if I bought into them entirely, but they contributed significantly to the sexual aspects of our marriage.

“I… I think so, Mommy…” Nancy answered.

Monica picked up the glass of milk from the table again.

“Daddy put some of his love in your milk,” she said, pointing at a clearly visible string of ejaculate floating on the surface. “Do you see it? That’s what love looks like.”

With my wife’s hand no longer assaulting her privates, Nancy seemed more comfortable. She looked at the milk more inquisitively than concerningly. “Really?” she asked. Monica moved the glass back to Nancy’s lips, compelling her to take another drink.

“Yes, darling. We always say we love you and your sister, but really love is something that is made, like Mommy makes food and like how Mommy made you in her tummy. Let me show you how love is made.” As Monica was speaking, she looked back toward me, and effectively ordered me with her eyes to stand up and come over.

Monica put the half-empty glass back down on the table. In this intense moment, my mind told me I could see some cum hanging from Nancy’s lips, but I couldn’t be sure.

“Daddy will demonstrate,” she told Nancy. She was testing me. She knew I had just cum in the glass. But I was prepared to meet the challenge. The erotic nature of the scene playing out before me easily invigorated my cock back to attention.

I unbuckled my belt, letting my jeans fall to the floor again. This time, I stepped out of them, and kicked them out the way. Next, I pulled down my underpants and threw them to where my pants were lying.

I barely touched my cock before it almost instantly stood up erect. Nancy’s eyes grew wide.

“Now honey, look. This is Daddy’s C-O-CK, his cock… say it with me,” Monica ordered Nancy.

“Cock” they both said in unison. “That’s right, wonderful!” Monica congratulated our daughter, giving her a peck kiss on her cheek.

“These,” Monica instructed, as she pushed my dick up to give Nancy a clear view of my balls, “create love. The technical name for love is ‘cum’, or ‘jizz’, or ‘sperm’.” Nancy just looked on in fascination.

“When Daddy, or Mommy, or little Clara or Nancy,” Monica said, giving Nancy a hugging squeeze as she said her name, “rubs Daddy’s cock… see, here, along the sides… then the love – the sperm – that is created inside Daddy’s balls, comes up this shaft, and comes out this end,” she said, booping my cock on its head.

“When the cock is hard and inside a girl, like you or me, and the sperm comes out, it goes into the girl and, after some time, turns into a baby!” Monica explained. “That’s how Daddy put you inside me with his cock.”

Monica motioned for Nancy to get off her, out of their cuddle, and sit next to her on the couch.

“I’m gonna move your nightie up a bit, alright sweetie?” Monica asked Nancy, with the girl’s expression reverting back to one of concern.

She nodded, with a slight pout.

“Don’t worry, honey, this part doesn’t hurt. I just want to show you something.”

Monica pulled the nightie up, with it bunching up right above Nancy’s pelvis. My wife then turned her attention to the mound I would later claim for myself.

“This is your cunt – your front hole. Mommy has one too!” she said, very slightly parting the girl’s inner labia, eliciting a shiver from Nancy. “A cock goes in here. The walls of your body, inside your cunt, then rub the cock, until the cum comes out, and goes into your tummy.”

“Now, you have to understand, darling, that it often hurts when a cock goes in there,” she said, rubbing Nancy’s cunt and inner thighs liberally. “It really hurts the first time, but it hurts thereafter as well, depending on how big the cock is and how rough the man is who is putting it in there…”

“A cock can also go into your bottom hole – your asshole – or even your mouth. You can receive love in any of these holes. But it only makes a baby when it goes in the bottom hole.”

“Your Daddy,” she continued, “is very big.” As she said this, she used her right hand to grab onto my eight-inch long, almost four-inch wide cock and stroked it a few times. “Do you see?”

“But he is not only big. He also likes to be rough. So very often, when he puts his cock inside a girl, it hurts her… it hurts her a lot…” Monica explained. “I am lucky. Daddy doesn’t hurt me when he puts it inside my cunny. I have earned his respect and he shows his love for me differently.”

“But other girls do get hurt. And it is nice for Daddy to hurt them there, as it is for all men. Clara, your sister, was hurt very badly today by Daddy’s cock when he put it inside her,” revealed Monica. “That is why she is ‘sleeping’. She didn’t have energy for much else today after her run-in with Daddy’s cock.”

Nancy trembled as Monica inserted her finger into her cunt, likely the first time anything had gone in there. “Mommy…” she said, as a single tear fell from her left eye.

“Shhh, honey. Mommy won’t go deep…” she said, fucking our daughter’s cunt with her fingtertip. “Daddy, on the other hand, will go very deep. The deeper a man goes, the more effort he is putting into showing you his love. You will also be tired like Clara later.”

“Look at Daddy’s love…” Monica said as she smiled and nodded up at me. I grabbed onto my cock and started stroking. “Look at how the cock must be rubbed to produce love,” she continued.

The perversity of what my wife was saying drove me quickly back to the edge. After just a few seconds, cum erupted from my cock head, splattering over both my wife and daughter. Nancy flinched as some of the ejaculate landed on her forehead and cheek. Monica’s upper arm received the most.

“This is love,” Monica said as she pointed to the spunk over her arm. “Look, you even have some love on your face!” Monica giggled. Nancy grinned unenthusiastically.

“Do you understand now, honey? You have heard at school how important love is?” Monica asked, leading to Nancy giving a half-hearted nod. “And love sometimes hurts. But it is still important to make sacrifices for love. It is okay for love to hurt, so long as you get the love at the end.”

Another tear fell from Nancy’s face as Monica continued to explore her pussy, touching her clit every few seconds to be rewarded with another shiver. It was clear from my vantage point that her pussy was as dry as sandpaper. Clearly at her stage of development, masochism is not a source of arousal.

“Girls can’t make love exactly like boys do, but we can show love in other ways, like kissing…” Monica said, removing her hand from Nancy’s cunt and placing it on her chin. She turned Nancy’s face toward her. “Open,” she instructed. Nancy obliged, parting her lips slightly only for her mother’s mouth to assault hers. I could hear how Monica’s tongue probed around in our young daughter’s mouth. This continued for at least a full minute.

When their mouths parted, Monica stood up.

“My beautiful little girl… Tonight you will become a woman, just like Clara. I will prepare the bedroom,” she said, as she started walking off. “I will let you two know when it is time.”

“Oh,” Monica said halfway out of the living room. “Don’t wipe Daddy’s love off. That would be disrespectful.”

Nancy just sat there, with small spatters of my cum on her face, looking at her mother walking away. She quickly pulled her nightie back down over her legs. I went to sit next to her, still naked from the waist down, and put my left arm across her shoulders.

“Are you okay, honey?” I asked, knowing the answer. I took a deep breath. I had just cum for the second time in a matter of minutes.

“Mommy… Mommy said you were going to hurt me…” she sniffled.

“Yes, princess, I am. But it will feel very good for me,” I said, as I rubbed her shoulder. “And it will show you how much I love you. You also love me, don’t you?”

Nancy looked up at me, her lower lip quivering.

“Yes Daddy…” she nodded, as her glistening teary eyes stared at me.

“I gave Clara a lot of my love this afternoon while you were at Jenny’s house. It hurt her a lot…” I said, as I used my free hand to gently stroke my dick. “But we have to remember that love is worth the pain, princess.” I bent over and kissed the top of her head. “And I love you lots."
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Monica and I had spent years grooming Clara, starting just after the new parents came back from the hospital with our firstborn. We have never been overtly sexual with Nancy, as Clara provided us with more than enough entertainment. This manifested itself in many ways, including the personalities of the two girls. Whereas Clara was reserved and lacked self-confidence from when she was a toddler, Nancy was an active spitfire full of bubbly life. This more than likely had to do with the regular spanking, later flogging sessions, we had with Clara after slipping sleeping pills into Nancy’s milk.

The plan was for us to start Nancy out formally when she turned 9 years old, even though we have been trying to teach her basic human anatomy as any responsible parents would. But this morning’s over-excitement had sped up our timeline. Monica promised me years ago that I would be the one to relieve Clara of her virginity. As her father, that was my right, just like Monica’s own father was her first. And while torture had always been on our agenda with our daughter, we didn’t quite fully plan to end her life. The scene from only a few hours ago played over in my mind again:

“You promised I could have her. Have her cunt I mean,” I told Monica as she lined up her strap-on with Clara’s cunt.

“I want her. You can have the next one,” she replied, almost breathless from excitement.

“Nancy?”

Her suggestion surprised me. We were still two years away from when we agreed to start grooming our second daughter, but this morning’s festivities clearly showed we cannot stick to a simple plan.

“Yes,” she said, almost dismissively as she readied herself to thrust into the terrified, abused girl.

“How do I know you'll keep your word?” I asked, realizing our ill-discipline with the promises we made to ourselves and to each other.

“You can do her anytime you want,” my wife responded immediately.

“Anytime? Even tonight? I mean after Clara?” I inquired. Would she let it happen so soon?

“Yes. Any hole you want,” she said without hesitation. The excitement of the moment had clearly overwhelmed her – and I was not one to swim against the current she created for us – and so also effectively ended our parenthood in a single day.

“I want her cunt,” was my only demand, before we proceeded to the final scene of Clara’s life, the climax everything she had endured up to then was building to.

Now, as Nancy and I waited for Monica to summon us to the bedroom, it dawned on me that while Clara had known about sex and had been molested and tortured before the end of her young life, Nancy had to get a crash course tonight.

A few minutes passed. I casually watched the television but my mind was preoccupied with fantasies of what was to come. My right hand gently rubbed my flaccid cock while my left arm was arched over Nancy’s shoulders. Nancy, on the other hand, was quietly sniffing next to me on the couch, also looking at the television but probably wondering why her life was changing so rapidly. We didn’t say anything to each other.

We both heard Monica coming down the hallway into the living room and looked up in unison, me struggling to contain my excitement and Nancy concerned about what we have in store for her. The cum on her forehead and cheek had mostly dried and crusted by this stage.

“Come on,” was all Monica said, still in her bathrobe, before she turned and led us back to the bedroom. As the undisputed follower in this marriage, I took my daughter by the hand and followed my wife as commanded.

As we walked into the bedroom behind Monica, she let the bathrobe fall. This revealed that she was still, in fact, still dressed in her (untied) chainmail corset from earlier. She was always something to behold for me – I was permanently in awe of her, but especially when she got down to business as she was now doing.

The next thing I noticed, and Nancy doubtless too, was Clara. Her pale, lifeless body was lying in the center of Monica and my marital bed, her head nestled between our respective pillows. I noticed the sheets and covers from this morning had been changed, certainly because they were covered in my, her, and Clara’s fuck juices, but mostly in copious amounts of Clara’s blood and puke.

“Clara is still sleeping,” Monica said as she spun around next to the bed, looking at us standing in the middle of the room. “She will not be waking up again, sweetheart. That is because the amount of love we gave her today was really too much for her to handle.”

“Today is about teaching you about love, especially a daddy’s love for his daughters, and what that involves. Look here,” Monica commanded, as she opened the right side of her corset to reveal a straight white scar from her belly button, which the assault destroyed, up toward her sternum, then suddenly to the right, over the bottom of her right breast up to just before the nipple.

“My own daddy, the grandpa you unfortunately never had the privilege to know, gave me this mark when he was showing me his love,” she explained. “After giving me a lot of his love here,” Monica’s hand shot to her pussy, shoving her middle finger into her slit as she spoke, “he also showed me love with this.”

Monica revealed her father’s bone-handled knife in its sheath on her right hip, unholstering it and displaying it to us. She pulled her hand away from her cunt and traced the edge of the blade.

“My daddy caused me much pain with this knife. But I was a little girl back then, and little girls must endure pain, especially for their daddies. Men love little girls and must give that love to them. The only good way to give that love to little girls is through cum and pain,” she said as she toyed with the knife. “This mark on Mommy’s stomach is from this knife.”

“My daddy’s love was almost too much for me to handle, like your Daddy’s love was too much for Clara to handle. But I made it. I could receive my father’s love. And today I honor my father by living out his legacy with my own daughters.”

Nancy couldn’t understand a word of any of this. She just stood trembling next to me. I stood on her left, with my hand on her right shoulder. Her eyes were red but she wasn’t crying at this moment. Her lips were quivering.

Monica introduced me to this lifestyle, which she learned from her father. Although the final assault she suffered at his hands was when she was 13 – after which he disappeared, thinking he had killed her – this came at the tail end of many years of intense abuse, to which her mother turned a blind eye. It was only by sheer luck that Monica survived and was able to bear children, so that she may teach them what her father had taught her. But unlike her father, Monica perfected the lifestyle. She would not deny her own children what her father failed to give her – the ultimate expression of paternal love.

“Girls exist to receive men’s love,” Monica continued with her exposition. “That’s what they – what you – are for. The younger a girl is, the more pain comes with love. Girls like Mommy who get through the pain and get older, receive less pain and more love. Mommy’s daddy gave me a lot of pain with his love,” Monica motioned for me to bring Nancy closer. I gently pushed her forward with my hand and we approached.

Monica motioned to the scar, taking Nancy’s hand and tracing the scar with her daughter’s index finger.

“Now is your turn to receive your Daddy’s love, and hurt for Daddy,” she said, sheathing her knife and bending down to Nancy’s height. “But honey… I don’t know whether you will make it through.” Monica pulled Nancy closer and kissed her on the lips.

“Here’s the thing, darling. While this is how love is displayed… hate is displayed in exactly the same way. So that they feel alike, with pain and hurt, is no surprise.”

“What is important, Nancy,” she said our daughter’s name, indicating that the business was about to start, “is that you need to be fucked. Fucked by Daddy.”

Monica rose up and tied her corset tightly, the chainmail rustling audibly. Taking a deep breath, in one fell motion, she grabbed the neckline of Nancy’s nightie dress, and in a strong yank, ripped it off her body. The force of the action lifted the little 7 year old up several inches off the ground in the process. A girlish cry rang out.

Monica threw a nod in my direction. We had not planned out how tonight would go down, but I was happy to go with the flow. Standing behind our now completely naked daughter, I stabbed both my hands under Nancy’s arms and effortlessly lifted her up, and threw her down on the bed next to her deceased sister.

Nancy immediately tried to scramble back off the bed but Monica answered this with a hard backhanded slap across her face, sending her tumbling back.

“You did not have a chance to say goodnight to Clara, darling,” Monica pointed out. “Kiss your sister.”

Nancy looked up at her parents, completely bewildered by what was happening. She did not follow her mother’s command.

“I said, KISS your sister, whore!” Monica commanded again, swooping onto the bed and grabbing Nancy by the back of her neck, yanking her toward her Clara layed. “Now!”

Nancy, now crying, with tears streaming down her cheeks, gave a reluctant and half-hearted kiss on her ice cold sister’s cheek.

“Do you call that a kiss, princess?” I asked, not wanting to be left out of the fun. I joined my three girls on the bed, on the opposite side of Clara from where Monica and Nancy were. I quickly moved toward Nancy, grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed my mouth against hers. With some effort, I forced my tongue into her mouth, playing with hers for a good few seconds. We separated.

“That is how you kiss a girl with love. Show your sister how much you love her,” I ordered, still holding onto Nancy’s shoulders and pushing her toward Clara’s upper body.

“Daddy… Mommy… wh…” she started, getting cut off as Monica slapped her over the head again. Nancy cried out from the sudden pain, glancing over her shoulder at her strict mother. Without saying a word, Monica’s expression told Nancy all she needed to know.

Our youngest crawled over to her sister’s face and plowed her face into Clara’s. From my vantage point I could see Nancy making a gallant effort to french kiss her older sibling the way I had just demonstrated, although this being her first try it was certainly awkward.

Monica smiled at me as the smooching sounds beamed from Nancy. I returned the smile. My wife hopped off the bed and walked to the bedroom drawer. Out of it she retrieved the flogger she had used brutally on Clara earlier. I could clearly see that the whip’s lashes remained stained by dry blood. She ran the lashes through her fingers as she approached the bed again.

As Nancy was bent over her sister’s torso, kissing, I took the opportunity to run my hands over her nether regions. She squealed as I parted her ass cheeks, but her mother commanded her to continue “saying goodnight” to Clara. I shifted my body so I was directly behind the little girl, Monica observing from the side of the bed. My already hard cock strained in the open air as I dove my face into her butt.

What a heavenly smell. The scent of a recently bathed girl, with the faint aroma of piss.

My nose rested against her pucker. I let my tongue slide across her undeveloped slit. I could feel her shiver. I pressed it inside, lightly licking over her hymen in a circling motion and marking my territory.

The child was definitely not going to produce juices herself, so I was doing both necessary and pleasurable work with her pussy. If there was any hope in hell of me getting to my prize with my cock, it had to be well lubricated. Even then, from what I knew about prior encounters with cunt this young, and what my tongue was quickly discovering, we'd need even more help.

“Now, darling,” Monica spoke to Nancy as I continued to feast. “Move down, and kiss your sister where Daddy is kissing you now.”

I reached forward and grabbed Nancy by her shoulders, pulling her back towards me, with my nose still pushing firmly against her asshole. “Do it,” I grumbled before returning to the job at hand. I put my hand on the back of Nancy’s head, pushing it down toward Clara’s pelvis.

Nancy sobbed quietly as she unenthusiastically drew her tongue along the top of Clara’s mound. Monica now stood at the side of the bed. I was at the end of the bed, licking Nancy’s pussy from behind. She, in turn, was on her knees, bent over, her ass in the air for me, and her face working on her sister’s nether region. Monica was standing directly beside Nancy.

From the corner of my eye, I could see a form move quickly into the air. I knew instinctively that I had to withdraw my hand, which was still holding Nancy’s head. I pulled away, returning it to prying her butt cheeks open, just before I saw the form come down.

I heard THWACK! and felt Nancy stiffen, as her mother brought the flogger down on her back and right side. Nancy’s head shot up. She yelped.

“I didn’t say you can stop, Nancy!” Monica commanded firmly. Nancy ignored her as she cried.

I quickly raised my hand again and pushed her head back down. Nancy complied, but instead of eating her sister’s pussy, she just laid her head on Clara’s pubic area and cried. I withdrew my hand again.

Monica went in again. THWACK! I immediately felt my tongue wetten and perceived the foul taste of piss as Nancy let a few drops go. Foul as it might be, I was in heaven.

On the fourth blow, I felt liquid spray across my forehead. I lifted my head to see what it was, and confirming my suspicions, Monica had finally cut through Nancy’s skin. It was blood, glorious blood. Not wanting to get any in my eyes, I closed them quickly, and pressed my tongue into Nancy’s pucker.

I was not disappointed, as with the next THWACK! I felt Nancy’s asshole clench my tongue tightly. Our daughter balled, letting out a yelp every time her mother’s strict disciplining made contact with her frail body. Monica was breathing heavily as she pounded away. The faint smell of sweat was also filling the room.

Monica was the one in the family with the insatiable bloodlust, not me. It would not be incorrect to say that I was simply along for the ride, today and on the many previous occasions we indulged her proclivities. (Of course, we had never gone as far with anyone as we had today with our own daughters). But I would be lying if I said the blood spraying across my face, over Clara’s stomach, and over our marital bed sheets wasn’t a turn-on. My cock certainly thought that it was.

My tongue continued to explore the entrance to Nancy’s guts as Monica relented, out of breath. She dropped the flogger on the floor, and sat on her knees next to the bed, her face parallel with Nancy’s body.

I opened my eyes, and saw Monica twirling Nancy’s hair and cooing to the child. She had a tender, motherly smile on her face. With her other hand, Monica was dragging her index finger over Nancy’s bloodied back, over the tears that her whip had created. Every time she touched an open wound Nancy would squeal quietly, her pucker gripping my tongue.

After a few seconds, Monica brought her finger to her mouth, and licked the blood off. She also spread some of the blood over her lips and mouth. She then angled forward, and gave Nancy a bloodied kiss on her forehead, where my dried cum was still visible.

Monica leaned forward even more, whispering something into Nancy’s ear for several seconds. My mouth and jaw were getting tired at this stage after several minutes of licking and prodding, so I withdrew my tongue from her butt and stood up.

After Monica stopped whispering to our daughter, she also got up, threw me a smile with her bloody mouth, and walked out of the room. Nancy started crying audibly again.

I took a seat on the bed, and pulled my sobbing daughter toward me. I flipped her over, so she would be facing me. My arms were quickly stained by the blood running off her battered back.

“Daddy…” Nancy cried. I rubbed her flat tits as she laid back in my arm. “Mommy… Mommy… wants to kill me.”

I realized what Monica must have whispered to her. I smiled down at the girl.

“What did Mommy say, princess?”

“That… that…” she said through gasped cries.

“Shhh, baby, take your time,” I said, as my free hand moved down to her pussy. I gently massaged the little nub that would give older girls much sexual pleasure.

“That,” Nancy sniffed, “to die,” she sniffed again, “for you…” she took a deep breath, “would be the ultimate show of love…”

I grinned at Nancy, who was looking up at me with her red, swollen eyes. Some of her golden hair stuck to her face, curving over her forehead, between her eyes, down the side of her nose, and stopping in the middle of her quivering upper lip. I brought my hand from her clit and gently moved the hair out of her face. The rest of her hair splayed underneath her, over the bed covers and over Clara’s thighs.

“Oh, princess,” I said, kindly, “I would love nothing more.” I kissed her forehead where her unruly hair had just been, and where Monica’s bloody lip-print was.

“But… but I don’t want to die,” she said, sniffing and wiping tears from under her eyes.

“I know honey, I know,” I answered sympathetically. “But you love your Mommy. You also love me, don’t you?” I asked. Looking up at me with her swollen, tearful red eyes, she nodded. “And I want Mommy to be happy,” I explained.

She started to cry more forcefully, realizing I wasn’t entirely in her corner. Before today, she was always a daddy’s girl.

“Don’t cry, sweetie. We love you,” I said, holding her in my arms and giving her another kiss on the forehead. “We abuse you out of love. We don’t know any higher expression of true love than brutal sexual and physical violence… understand?”

She just continued to sob in my arms, not answering. Her immature mind clearly couldn’t process the information I was sharing with her.

"It would be wrong for us to let you live after tonight, princess," I continued. "Imagine the trauma you would be saddled with for the rest of your life…"

I then saw Monica coming back into the room, carrying a small bottle of lube. She had also re-equipped herself with the huge black strap-on from earlier in the day. The dildo was just as thick as my own cock but was considerably longer. It had completely obliterated Clara’s womanhood.

“It’s time I made good on my promise,” she told me as she walked over to the bed. She sat down next to Nancy and me, crossing her legs. The strap-on dildo almost smacked Nancy in the face. My wife smiled at our daughter as she opened the bottle, and squirted some jelly onto her fingers. My heart started to beat quickly with excitement.

As Monica touched Nancy’s pussy with the cold lubricant, the small child shivered in my arms. Her mother spread it all over her slit and over her asshole. Tears continued to fall down Nancy’s face as she watched and felt her mother work.

I scooted out from under Nancy, letting her lie back onto the bed, with her head now resting on Clara’s upper leg. Nancy didn’t dare move without her mother’s permission. I stood and watched as Monica spread some more jelly before handing me the bottle.

As I spread a generous amount of lubricant over my hard dick, Monica also stood up. Before stepping away, she pressed both her hands between Nancy’s thighs and pushed her legs apart.

“Keep your legs open, Nancy,” my wife commanded. “You are about to receive your father’s love.” Nancy didn’t answer, but her legs didn’t close again, inviting her father inside. Monica stepped out of the way, giving me a nod.

I leaned in, grabbing my cock in one hand and pressing the other under Nancy to lift her ass off the bed. Towering above her, my knees on the bed, I brought my cock to my daughter’s cunt. Precum added to the lube already coating the entrance.

Monica walked around the bed and went to sit on the other side of Nancy, above her head. The thick dildo now fell across Nancy’s forehead, which startled the child. She kept still, the fake cock now obstructing half her face from my perspective. Monica and I were now in reversed roles from when we made love to Clara earlier.

With my hand under Nancy’s ass, I pulled her toward me, while I leaned in with my body to try to break ground inside my daughter. Try as I might, pushing with my other hand on my cock, I couldn’t even get a small part of the head in. Nancy didn’t even react to the siege, as my dick was simply sliding over her pussy lips.

I looked up at Monica disappointingly, shaking my head. “Too small…”

“Let’s try another position,” she said. I stepped back and away from Nancy.

Monica grabbed the small child, picking her up effortlessly.

“Lie down,” she told me. I went back to the bed and shoved Clara’s body out of the way. I laid on my back, my cock aiming straight upwards.

Monica put Nancy down on my stomach, pushing her legs either side of me. In turn, my wife stood between my legs, which were now hanging over the side of the bed, feet on the floor.

While I couldn’t see precisely what was happening behind Nancy, it was quite clear that Monica was aiming her strap-on at Nancy’s pucker. I felt Nancy be slightly shoved, as her mother attempted to see whether the dildo could make it into her ass. She clicked her tongue in frustration.

I pushed myself up by my elbows, looking up at Monica. Nancy was straddling me, my erect cock now resting in the cleavage between her butt cheeks.

Monica bit her lower lip, sighed deeply, and without a moment’s further hesitation, unsheathed her father’s knife.

“When there’s a will…” she started, flipping the knife over with its bone handle pointed at me. I looked back at her, confused.

Monica extended the knife further toward me. I was dumbfounded. She had never let me wield the blade before.

“You have the honor tonight, my love. You are Nancy’s father. Show her your love with this, as my father did 24 years ago,” she instructed. I deferentially took the family heirloom from her, still not entirely sure about taking the role of the dom in the situation.

“Monica, are you sure?” I asked, holding the blade. Nancy looked up at what was happening right above her small head, with wide eyes. She whimpered and started to audibly cry again.

Monica smiled tenderly at me, nodding. “Yes, dear. It is only right.”

My grip on the knife tightened as a new resolve came over me. I would not disappoint her or the family tradition she was attempting to honor.

“Any girl who cannot take two cocks at the same time has failed as a woman,” Monica said, placing her hand on Nancy’s left shoulder. “We have to fix this problem for you, sweetie.” Monica stepped back.

I used my left arm to tightly grip Nancy’s body. The girl was small enough for me to hug her tightly against my chest with only one arm, squeezing both her left and right arms tightly against her body.

With my right hand, gripping the knife, I brought it to Nancy’s butt. She let out a shiver as she felt the cold steel on the left cheek. Immediately I felt my groin get wet as she pissed all over me. She struggled.

“No! Daddy please!” she cried out, wiggling back and forth. I had to slide forward and off the bed, otherwise I could accidentally slip with her struggling and cut my own cock.

Now standing, with Nancy squeezed tightly against me, chest to chest, I redoubled my efforts. I brought the knife between her legs, which now had more freedom to kick around. I sighed in frustration.

Monica saw my struggle and moved closer. She grabbed both of Nancy’s legs and gripped them tight, and spread them out. Droplets of piss fell to the floor, splashing on Monica’s feet. This gave me more room to work.

Although I couldn’t see beneath Nancy, my task was theoretically simple enough. I traced the blade along her butt crack until I felt her asshole. Marking my route, I traced it further until I could feel the undeveloped slit. Nancy was still crying, loudly now, and trying to struggle, but between me and Monica, both quite strong, the 7 year old didn’t stand a chance.

Taking a deep breath, I moved Monica’s father’s knife back to Nancy’s asshole, and pushed slowly until I felt the muscle give way. In a matter of a few seconds, I thrusted only slightly upwards, into the pucker, and then changed direction toward me. In this single motion, I sliced through Nancy’s perineum, creating one large gash to fit both my cock in her pussy and Monica’s strap-on in her ass. The cut had to be quite deep, so the muscle keeping the invading entities out gave enough slack. But I made sure to try and avoid Nancy’s hymen, which was reserved not for this weapon, but the weapon between my legs. The blade stopped right before it got to her pussy opening, but hopefully having cut through enough muscle.

Nancy gave out such an extremely high-pitched scream that even Monica flinched – a rare sight! While the neighbors were, after all these years, probably used to the bizarre sounds that were emitted from our household, this level of volume would not do anyone any good.

At the same time, a stronger torrent of piss shot out of her bloodied private region – it was unclear what to call the single gash that used to represent two orifices – quickly wetting the carpet and both Monica’s and my legs. Blood was also quickly starting to pool and stain.

A mere second or two later, shit – covered in blood as it came out the now sizable pucker – started coming out of the young child’s ass, falling on the floor between her parents. The light thuds was not what made me realize this immediately. The smell did that.

I brought my hand back up. Both the knife and my hand were covered mostly in blood, but also small, liquidy brown chunks that were rolling down the length of the blade and also making their way down my forearm.

Monica let go of Nancy’s legs, which immediately began to kick wildly in all directions, so that she could put her hand over Nancy’s mouth. The piercing yell was instantly replaced with a muffled scream, bringing my needed relief to everyone’s ears.

I threw the knife onto the bed, and followed it by falling backwards, returning to the position Nancy and I were in a few moments ago. Monica followed as she kept her hand over Nancy’s mouth.

As I laid back on the bed, I released my tight grip on Nancy’s body, placing them on her hips. Her legs again fell to my sides, as she straddled me. I could feel blood splattering all over my dick and around my groin. Nancy’s arms, now free, flayed about, her hands slapping me all over my torso.

I then used my right hand to guide my dick back toward its new home. In the meantime, Monica resumed her posture, aiming the strapon back at Nancy’s now enlarged asshole. She let go of Nancy’s mouth.

The kid’s shock had weakened her. She was crying with force, but the ear-piercing shouts were gone.

As my cock made contact with the upper part of the gash between Nancy’s legs, I could feel her stiffen with pain. But I was committed.

Once I was satisfied that my cock head was nestled securely against her bloody cunt lips, I put both my hands back on her hips, and pulled her down towards me. I shoved my dick upwards.

Nancy let out another yelp, as I felt the head of my dick bury itself inside her pussy. I felt more blood streaming over my life-giver. Her open palms turned into fists as she banged on my chest and my arms. Between her cries she gasped for breath.

Once the first inch was in, I could feel Monica between my legs, no doubt taking aim herself. I felt Nancy being pushed slightly forward. I knew Monica was now pushing the strap-on dildo into Nancy’s ass. I helped by pushing the child backward. As this happened, another inch of my cock moved inside her. Monica’s dildo also slipped in, a full three inches. I could feel the hard tool against the base of my cock, through some remaining layers of flesh inside the small girl.

It remained an extremely tight fit in the 7 year old child.

I didn’t get much further in when I felt the next layer of resistance bumping against my dick head: Nancy’s cervix. Monica, meanwhile, was having a far easier time with the little girl’s rectum, with about half of the dildo sliding in and out. The copious amount of blood helped us both progress deeper.

Despite the fact that I had cum twice earlier that evening, I could feel my balls preparing to shoot. I grunted, taking a deep breath.

“I belong inside her,” I told Monica as I peered at her over Nancy. “This was meant to be.”

Monica gave a deep thrust into our daughter's bowels, her black hair wet with sweat, and sticking over her face and shoulders. “Yes! This is the true meaning of love!” she exclaimed.

With one final thrust, I inhaled deeply and smacked my cock against her cervix and felt raw pleasure tippling from my balls up my spine. Shot after shot of hot, parental semen coated the small entrance to Nancy’s uterus. I exhaled.

“Take my love,” I whispered to Nancy, who was crying on my chest, smearing snot and spit all over me, “take Daddy’s love.” The final few spurts of cum erupted, joining the piss and blood pooling all over my groin.

I felt Monica pop out of Nancy’s ass as I laid panting, my cock still snug in her pussy.

“My turn for some affection, darling,” Monica announced, as she spun Nancy over with me still inside her. Nancy now laid on her back on my chest. I grabbed hold of her arms.

Monica climbed atop the bed and straddled us both. She brought her cunt down onto Nancy’s face, Monica’s cunt covering both her mouth and nose. The little girl was sobbing but didn’t offer much resistance. Monica started rubbing herself to and fro over Nancy’s nose. “Lick me, whore!” she commanded. I repeated the order into Nancy’s ears.

Monica threw her head back and moaned as Nancy’s tongue reluctantly came out of her mouth. Even though Nancy’s hair was splayed over most of my face, I could see enough of this spectacular scene unfolding a mere few inches from my eyes.

My wife started rubbing her clit as she rocked back and forth, quickly building up toward an orgasm.

“Give Mommy whatever you have left!” Monica shouted, sitting down completely on Nancy’s face with her full weight. Her ass pressed heavily onto the girl’s throat. I could hear the child trying to scream but this no doubt sent joyous vibrations directly into Monica’s cunt. Nancy’s mother moaned again, loudly.

The little body started to try to thrash around, but with Monica sitting on her head and me holding her arms tightly, only her blood coated legs could really move, but to no avail. I felt blood continuing to ooze out over my softening cock.

Within seconds Monica’s body shuddered as she peaked, lightly squirting all over Nancy’s and my faces. With a deep exhale she let even more weight onto the poor girl beneath her. Almost at once with Monica’s last moan, Nancy went limp as I felt any remaining struggle with her arms evaporate.

Monica just fell sideways, next to Clara on the bed, panting.

“Was…” she breathed, “it worth it?” my wife asked.

I turned my head, looking at her through Nancy’s hair locks, savoring all the smells I could discern.

“Worth giving up access to Clara’s pussy?” she elaborated.

I sighed, looking back up at the roof.

“Absolutely,” I answered. “I’ve never felt anything tighter than this,” I said, letting go of Nancy’s arms and exploring her ravaged body with my hands. “I feel honored to have been the one to take her virginity…” I panted, “rather than some boy she’d now never meet.”

“But,” I added, grimacing, “I don’t think my dick has ever hurt this much…” I said. I tried to keep still, as every time it twitched, I felt a very uncomfortable pain in my cock. It was tender to the touch. “It’s gonna need a break.”

Through the slight pain, I joined Monica in chuckling, as the room fell to silence.

***

Next Morning

I woke up first, several hours – or was it merely minutes? – later. The stench in the air, blood, feces, a by-now-well-decomposing Clara and a recently deceased Nancy, was horrific. The eroticism that it was paired with previously was now gone. While I had a strong stomach, an occupational requirement of being married to Monica, I could feel nausea beginning to develop. The pressure Nancy’s body was applying to my stomach wasn’t helping.

I slowly pushed Nancy off me, off the end of the bed. Monica woke up with a yawn as the little body thudded on the floor. The peaceful, soft sound of birds chirping outside alongside a faint ray of light beginning to develop through the curtains, contrasted starkly with the events that had transpired the previous evening.

Monica looked at me and crawled over.

“So,” my wife started, stretching out her arms before folding them on my chest, laying down her head in front of my face, “how does it feel to be a free agent again, like before we had children?”

I noticed the dried blood still on her lips.

“Well, it hasn’t settled in yet, but I can feel the first sensations of liberation,” I answered, smiling. I immediately retched lightly from my growing nausea, before asking, “How about you? Do you think you’re going to miss your 11-year sojourn into motherhood?”

“Eleven years and nine months,” Monica corrected me. “But who’s counting the irrelevant pregnancy years?” she teased.

“Alright, alright, no need to bring your feminism into bed,” I said, laughing, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. “Answer me, though!”

“No, I don’t think I’ll miss it,” Monica replied, biting her lower lip and smiling at the same time. “I think childlessness will suit me… suit us.” She continued, “But, that doesn’t mean we can never… have some fun with kids again, does it?”

“No, I don’t think it does,” I responded, leaning forward to kiss my wife more fully. As our tongues intermingled, I thought to myself that I would be damned if Nancy was going to be the last child cunt I lovingly fuck, destroy, and kill. Hell, I might even grow used to the cannibal lifestyle.

As Monica and I kissed, I interrupted my own thought, realizing that as erotic as consuming young female flesh is, as a matter of preference, nothing beats ordinary, everyday grilled chicken. With that thought, I realized my nausea was being replaced with a new concentration on my painful, but erecting cock.

THE END


Wanting to grease my writing gears. Basically I need some guro kinks for a story I want to write. Origunally was an RP scenerio I wanted to do, but I get bored with that pretty easy soo I'd rather just write it myself. Warning that the sub involved is anthro/furry since I don't really use human characters.

Prompt is: My character is a prostitute. The buyer has an hour to do what they want with them. Anything goes.

Other details:
-will probably be mxm
-the buyer will probably be a generic human male (unless you'd like to fill in those details too)

Any kinks are alright but death is not intended to be the final result so nothing that would directly lead to death/extreme kinks.
Oh yeah and I'm pretty literate, so it'll be nice and descriptive.
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at the very least expose his beating heart


A story I wrote a long time ago. Upon rereading, I thought it might be suitable to post here. I've mostly moved on from this type of writing and from violence in general, but perhaps this story can still be enjoyed here.

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The warm dirt squished between Rin's toes, and she smiled gleefully as she frollicked through her jungle home with exeptional agility. The cat-girl was no beginner when it came to dodging branches and swining from vines, but as the youngest neko in her tribe she still had much to learn.
Rin was a short, beatiful neko of about 15 years, with short blue hair, large blue ears, and with eyes like the bright afternoon sky; calm, blue spheres without grief or worry. As was tradition in her tribe, Rin was completely nude except for her fuzzy ears and long blue tail that whipped to and fro as she ran. Her body was fine and rounded, with a small but plump buttocks and a pair of small, pale, perky breasts. Her skin was white and unmarred, and her face was lovelier than most other nekos.
The jungle around her was thick and dark with enormous trees that towered high above her and hid the bright sky above. Wildly coloured birds perched on tree branches above various apes and mammals while the vivpers lay on their bellies beneath leaves, waiting for their prey to show themselves. Even deeper in the jungle were vicious beasts who only came out at night to hunt. None of these seemed to concern the neko who continued her run, though. Such creatures were no threat to her or her tribe.
After a few hours of exploring, Rin decided to return home to her tribe. It only took her a few moments, and when she arrived she made her way to a small den in the ground she called home. She crawled into it and curled up. Purring softly, she began to fall asleep and dream of more wild adventures...
"Rin!" A beastial shout echoed outside of her den and Rin was startled from her slumber. "Get out here now!" The shaken young neko made her way out of the den. She crawled slowly, her head down and her mouth fixed in a frown.
"Y-yes daddy?" She stuttered as she finally made it outside. Before her stood a 7 foot tall beast of a man, with ears twice as large as Rin's and a thick black mane around his face. His body was lean and heavily muscled, and between his legs hung an enormous length that Rin had long admired. As usual, her gaze moved first to his enormous manhood, then up his finely chizeled abs and over his soft and furry chest, then up to the rugged, manly face which belonged to her father.
"Where have you been? We've been looking all over for you." He said sternly, but with a hint of compassion in his voice. Rin looked up at him and choked on her words. "Don't tell me you were running through the jungle alone again. I've told you hundreds of times! There are vicious beasts out there that will devour you whole! I can't protect you when you don't tell me where you're going!"
Rin's eyes began to water, and she jumped up and wrapped her arms around her father, pressing her naked body against his. "I'm so sorry daddy! I won't do it again, I promise!" She pressed her belly against his penis and she could feel it getting erect against her. Her father began stroking her hair softly.

"I just want to be able to protect you Rin. You're my favourite and most beautiful daughter, and if anything happened to you I don't know what I would do..."
"I know daddy, I'm sorry..." She tightened her grip around him.
"It's okay Rin. As long as you don't do it again." He pushed her away and looked down at her pretty face. She smiled at him. His cock throbbed in front of her, massive and red, but such things were not private within the tribe. The nekos were openly and wildly sexual creatures, and incest was not uncommon. "Now go see your brother and sisters, they've been worried too."
Rin nodded and ran off. She was glad she was forgiven, but she couldn't get the image of her father's swollen member out of her mind. It was so large and strong, and she hoped that one day her father would take her and fill her with the massive thing, but for now she was too young. Either way, she would still have her sisters to play with.
As she approached the small cave where her sisters resided she could hear boyish moans and girly giggling coming from the place. A fiery light flickered against the walls of the cave and Rin stepped onto a fur carpet as she entered. The cave was warm and the floors were well insulated. It was a tad nicer than Rin's own den, but the cave was shared by her brother and two older sisters.
"Please! Please stop!" Her brother's young, childish voice echoed from withing the cave. The pleading was followed by long pleasurable moans and whimpers.
"Don't pretend you don't like it Riku. Look how sticky your penis is. You're a real pervert if you get this turned on by your sisters touching you." An almost sinisterly perverted woman's voice echoed. Rin entered the room as her sister licked her lips.
On his back with his hands tied behind him and a blindfold over his eyes, Riku struggled helplessly as his sisters teased and caressed him. He was a thin boy with wild blue hair like his sister Rin, and he was the youngest of the bunch, having lived only 12 years so far.
On his left, the elder sister Meera caressed his small but firm cock which was already covered with precum. She was rather wicked looking, with long hair as dark as midnight and a set of blood red eyes that absorbed the sight of her helpless brother. Across her left eye was a long jagged scar, and where she got it from was never disclosed to anyone.
On his right was the one who was speaking, Tara. She was the eldest of them all, with long golden locks and eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. She had her fingers deep inside anus, swirling them around while occasionally bending over to lick his nipple. Her expression was incredibly perverted, and Rin could tell she was enjoying teasing their little brother.
Rin watched curiously as they moved around and stimulated one another. She stepped closer, looking down on the trio with a flushed face and a dripping pussy. Without even realizing it, her hand had moved down between her thighs and had clenched her moist spot tightly. Tara looked up at her and grinned.
"Oh, Rin, you're back. Did you want to play with us?" She asked, pulling her hand from her brother's anus and rubbing Rin's thigh with it. Meera looked up from her brother and grinned at Rin, but said nothing. She was not much of a talker.
"U-hm... But daddy..." She said.
"Daddy doesn't have to know. Don't be shy Rin, come play with us." Tara grabbed a hold of Rin's hand and pulled her into the fray ontop of their brother. She used her other hand to position Riku's cock and directed Rin toward it. "Go ahead, sit on your brother's cock." Rin shook her head.
"No, I can't. Daddy will be upset. I don't want to." She said as she began to get up. Tara grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her down onto Riku's cock and Rin screamed in pain.
"I said Daddy doesn't have to know, didn't I?" She grinned wickedly as Rin squirmed to escape.
"Ack! What are you doing? Please, stop it!" Rin cried. Tears began to drip from the corners of her eye as blood moved down her thigh. Tara ran her finger across the blood and tasted it.
"Mmm... Looks like the little girl is ruined now." She laughed, and Meera laughed as well.
"Why are you doing this to me? What did I do?" Rin whimpered, the tears flowing in thicker streams now.
"Haha... You little cunt." Tara snapped with a sadistic tone. She moved behind Rin and began rubbing her dripping pussy against her sister's ass. "What did daddy's perfect little princess do? How could such a sweet little girl do anything wrong!?" She said in a baby voice. Meera laughed at her sister's sarcasm.
"Should we tell her Meera?"
"I think we should. It's only fair." The black-haired sister responded.
"Tell me what? What happened?" Rin asked, her tears stopping for a moment.
"Didn't you hear? Daddy says you get to be in charge once he's gone. That means me, Meera, and poor little Riku are getting jipped. Don't you think that's unfair?" Rin's eyes widened.
"No! That's not true! Daddy says Riku is in charge when he's gone!" Rin said.
"Nope, not anymore. Daddy didn't like how Riku was being such a dirty boy, so he decided you should be the heir instead. Right Riku?" Tara ran her fingers across her little brother's chest. Rin looked down on him, clearly shocked at the news.
"Is it true?" She asked.
"I'm sorry Rin... I would have told you if I could..." Rikku responded.
"So you see... We can't have that happen. It was one thing that the little boy was going to be cheif, but daddy's little princess... No, we can't stand for that. Right Meera?" The other sister nodded in agreement. "So we're going to have to take care of you... Oh, it's going to be so much fun."
"T-take care of me? What are you going to do?" Rin began to squirm, but Tara held her tightly.
"Oh, you'll see. It's going to hurt, that's for sure." Tara said as she grabbed a piece of rope from the floor and hung it loosely around Rin's neck.
"Please! Please don't! I'll talk to daddy! I promise! Plea-" She was cut off as the rope tightened around her neck, causing her to choke and gag on her words.
"It's too late for that, you fucking little bitch. We're going to fuck you, then we're going to torture you, then we're going to kill you in the most painful way possible. Daddy's little fucktoy is going to be a pile of sticky red goo when we're finished with you." Tara grinned wickedly and pulled the rope tighter as Meera moved closer. Each of them took a finger and rammed it into Rin's ass causing it to rupture and bleed. The two sisters looked at each other and began kissing as their younger sibling's screams were held back by the tight rope around her neck. Riku's cock still sat inside her pussy, and remembering this Meera began to help Rin move up and down.
"How does it feel, Rin? Do you like it?" Tara asked, releasing the rope for just a moment to let Rin speak.
"Please! Please I'm so sorry!" Rin pleaded as her face filled with despair. Tara grinned and began to lick Rin's bruised neck, then viciously she bit down on her collarbone, chewing right through to the bone. Rin cried in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Rin, your pussy is getting wet. You're actually enjoying this?" Tara smiled.
"No! It's not true!" Rin cried, but her body was betraying her. As her brothers cock moved in and out of her and her sister's played around with her asshole, she felt herself nearing orgasm. Meera and Tara continued to kiss, and their hands had now found each other's wet pussies.
"I can't wait to kill her." Meera said. It was one of the few times she spoke unprovoked.
"Soon. Let's have fun with her first though." Tara replied.

As the siblings continued to fuck one another, they each felt orgasms approaching. As the sisters rubbed and kissed one another, and as Rin rode her brother's cock with her sister's fingers in her butthole, they began to moan, though Rin's moans were a mixture of pain and pleasure. In a loud, roaring unison they all came, and Rin's pussy was filled with her brothers cum.
Rin pouted, but her sisters rubbed the tears from her eyes and kissed her gently. They began to pet her and they all purred softly. They hugged her and made her feel warm, and Rin began to feel at ease. They each used a hand to rub Rin's pussy, and after a few moments Rin came again.
"D-Does this mean you're not going to kill me?" She asked, sniffling quietly. Both sisters laughed, then Tara grabbed Rin's hair and began to drag her forcefully to another part of the cave.
"Sure, we'll let you live. We'll be rough, but if you cooperate we won't kill you." Tara reassurred before her sister began screaming and crying from the pain of having her hair pulled. Meera grinned.
The two sisters dragged Rin to another part of the cave where there was a large rope hanging from the ceiling.
"We prepared this just for you." Meera said with a laugh as the two sisters began hanging Rin upside down from the ceiling.
"That's right, you little slut. Just for you." Tara said with a grin as she tied the final knot around her sister's ankles and wrists.
"What are you going to do to me? I thought you said you wouldn't kill me." Rin said, her tone slightly nervous.
"Oh, did I say that?" Tara laughed. "I was lying. There's no way I'm going to let a cunt like you be my boss one day. You're going to die very soon." Rin's eyes widened in panic and she began to shake and squirm. Meera grinned wickedly, glad that Tara had given her sister a small drop of hope for them to steal away.
"Please! I love both of you, why don't you love me too? We grew up together, we played together, please! We're sisters!" Rin pleaded, but Tara ignored.
"Meera, grab her and begin." She said. Meera grabbed Rin by her left ankle, and with her other hand began cutting the flesh around her foot with her claws. Rin began to squirm violently, but Tara restrained her.
"Please! No! God no! Please, I love you! I won't be the boss I promise!" Rin begged, and as Meera's claw moved down her thigh toward her pussy she screamed in absoulte horrow. Tara grabbed the other leg and did the same thing. Once the legs were sufficiently cut, each sister grabbed a flap of skin at the ankle.
"This is for being daddy's little princess while I was forced to work and hunt like everyone else. I've been waiting so long to make you pay for this. You have no idea how long I've resented you, everytime daddy hugged you but not me, everytime he bought you a gift, but somehow forgot everyone else, and especially when he made you the heir, not me or Meera, when we are the ones who contributed the most. This is for all of that, and I hope it hurts like hell, you little cunt. I hope you burn in hell." Tara said, then with a strong yank, both sisters began pulling the flesh off their younger sister's bones. Rin screamed in horror as the fat and skin was stripped from muscle. Blood dripped from her exposed meat, and the sisters continued to pull until the flesh was ripped over her cunt. Meera gave Rin a good slap on her bloody thigh muscle and Rin screamed and struggled violently. Tara began cackling loudly as the flesh was pulled from her abdomen, then from her small perky breasts, then finally up to her neck. Both sisters looked with pleasure at the fear and despair on their sister's face.
"I hope this hurts, Rin. I hope it hurts really bad. It really makes me feel hot to see you suffer like this. Can you see how wet our pussies are? We're getting turned on by this. We never loved you, Rin. We only want to see you in pain." Then, with one final tug, both sisters pulled the suit of flesh over their helpless sibling's head as she kicked and screamed violently. They tossed the perfectly skinned flesh aside, then turned their attention back to the bloody, twitching carcass that was once their beautiful young sister.
"She's still alive." Meera noted.
"Good, I want her to suffer to the very end. We'll let her bleed out." Tara replied, stepping closer to Meera. She wrapped her arms around her head and gave her a big kiss on the lips. "Let's enjoy it while she's still alive."
So the two sisters made love in front of Rin. The once carefree blue eyes now filled with pain and despair watched helplessly inside her meaty skull as the sisters she loved made love to her pain. As they began to roll back into her head, she realized that she was just a useless daddy's girl, and she had accomplished nothing. It was too late now. She woul've cried if she could, but there was nothing left in her. She died as the blood of her meaty carcass dripped onto her sister's naked bodies.


The man was unassuming, 5’ 10”, brown eyes and hair, normal build. But he was hired for a very specific job. In his hands he held a device that significant money had been invested. It released a series of flashing lights that instantly hypnotized whoever it was directed at, taking away all willpower such that the victims had to do whatever they were told. But the investors had very specific demands, and he was setting out to fulfill them. To make sure he met what was stipulated, he set out at a local beach so he could best assess whether the targets met requirements. He evaluated what he saw, but it was still several hours until he finally found what he needed. A woman, who looked to be in her thirties, was sunning herself while two girls, presumedly her daughters, were building a sand castle beside her. Smiling to himself he confidently strode up. “Excuse me…” and when the three of them looked up he immediately turned on the device, lights flashing in their eyes and seeing them glaze over. Looking around to ensure they were far enough away from others on the beach he returned his gaze to the three subjects.

“Tell me your names and ages, oldest to youngest” he ordered. “Mari, 41” the mother replied. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. The woman obviously had taken care of herself, her breasts large in her one piece black swimsuit but body slim and looking closer to 30 than 40. Her brown hair was just past her shoulders, her eyes green as she looked up at him. His orders were for a mom in her twenties or thirties, but he decided that she fulfilled the intent of the orders. “Ava, 9” the older daughter replied. He smiled, she was perfect. Her dirty blonde hair was in a bob, her eyes blue, but she was obviously in great shape. She wore a sporty bikini, the lines of muscles on her tummy faintly visible, her ass exceptionally round and muscular. She defiantly met what was defined. “Morgan, 6”. The youngest replied as his eyes shifted to her. She also had dirty blonde hair, though it was longer and slightly curly and her glasses magnified her blue eyes. Her body was not as fit as her sister but still slim, and her slightly too small purple one piece swimsuit hinted at a very chubby pussy.

“You will come with me” he said, turning and walking to the van parked a little ways away. Leaving their belongings the three sun jests followed him immediately, getting in the van and settling in the back. He drove off, confident he wouldn’t be pulled over due to the investors high status and their influence. Still, the drive took over an hour as he passed through the town to a remote area, turning off the road and traveling several miles until out of nowhere an elegant building came in view. It looked like a millionaires getaway, and in fact it was for many. Expensive cars already had arrived and parked, and he worried they might get restless. In reality, most had just arrived early for the best seating to see the results of their investment. Driving around back the man stopped, opening the side of the van and directing the subjects (it really was best if he thought of them as such vice humans) and directed them through the rear entrance where the staff awaited. “Do whatever these fine people say” he instructed the three, then turning to the staff he ordered “make sure there’s no hair below the head, and give them antibacterial intestinal enemas. We can’t have our investors getting sick. And make sure to dress them back in their swimsuits, it will add to the show…”. Then back to the subjects “When they place you before the curtain wait until I say “here is the result of your generous investment!” at which point you will come through the curtain. The mother and daughters both nod.

He went around, making sure the equipment for the show was ready. Satisfied he checked and saw the subjects waiting behind the curtain, he went out on stage. “Welcome!” He said, amd the soft chatter of the crowd went silent. “I know you invested significant resources for a common goal. Sure, in the past, you have indulged your darker desires by having us take subjects off the streets. Though their begging, pleading, and occasional fighting had appealed to some of your colleagues, you wanted a more..willing set of subjects. But how to find them? You couldn’t put out an advertisement, and attempts to find willing subjects on the dark web always ended up in failure. Well, since I know you anxious to get on with it, “here is the result of your generous investment!” He waves an arm to the curtain where Mari and her daughters emerge, eyes looking out at the audience where enthusiastic chatter erupts.

“Now this here is Mari along with her daughters Ava and Morgan. Now girls, will you all do as your told?” “Yes…” all three reply. “Good, now mommy, why don’t you take off those cumbersome swimsuits of your daughters….” Mari immediate moves behind Ava, pulling her top off exposing a flat chest tipped by puffy pink nipples. She then kneels, tugging the bottoms off, Avas pussy naturally smooth with a small clit poking out from her folds, her round ass in her moms face. Mari then moved to Morgan, pulling her straps down. Morgan’s nipples were almost invisible on her chest, her body soft but slim…except for her pussy which was so chubby it almost could be fat, her tiny clit hidden between the folds. Finished, the girls suits on the floor, Mari stood again.

“Well someone is overdressed!” The man jokes, with a few giggles from the crowd but much more sounds of zippers being undone. “Girls, why don’t you help mommy out of her suit?” Both girls turn to their mother, each grabbing a strap and pulling down. Maria’s 36d breasts sag slightly when freed. Her brown nipples are large and distended, obviously used for breastfeeding. As he hoped, no stretch marks were visible. She truly did take care of herself. As the suit fell to the floor, her pussy is slightly red from her hair removal, her inner lips and clit slightly larger than normal, her ass slim.

“Well now that they are prepared, any requests for our future meals before we get to the main event? Shall mommy nurse her girls one last time? Shall one kiss another’s…how shall we say…kitty? Maybe even a little kiss and lick at the back door? Or maybe someone wants to come onstage as well and take part, as long as you don’t get stage fright! Just remember, no bruising the meat. We want them to taste their best and I assure you, you won’t be disappointed. We’ve learned extreme pleasure followed by extreme pain is what flavors the meat the best, so now it’s time to make them feel good!”
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Getting more interesting :)
But that hypnotic device may need a bit of improvement ;)


mistress hands the little slave a meat cleaver and position's the girl's dominant hand on the cutting board. The cute girl is hyperventilating, blushing, pupils dilated, terrified and aroused.

as she slowly builds the nerve to permanently sever her right hand, the girl begins to writhe, humping mistress's thigh more and more vigorously, moaning louder and louder, fear obvious in her voice. the sheer intensity of the situation! the permanence! the submission! to be made *lesser* like this - forever! the little girl bites her lip and scream-moans as she arches her spine and circles her hips, grinding deeper and deeper.

then, before she can lose her nerve, she brings down the meat cleaver with all her might - and it goes through! her hand is off! the girl screams! she looks in disbelief at the reality of it, her hand actually severed, bleeding, no longer attached to her - *no longer part of her body!* the adorable little girl begins to cum while still screaming, screaming as much from the intensity of the situation as from the pain. she pressed her tiny body against her mistress and cums and cums.

mistress comforts her, strokes her face, and whispers "i'm going to take the other one."

the sweet little girl doesn't resist as her other hand is placed on the cutting board. the young slave continues to hump mistress's thigh. the girl starts to come out of her delirium a bit and realize that she is really going to lose her other hand - to have no hands for the rest of her life, just to please this woman. the cute little darling explosively climaxes.

losing her nerve for a moment, she timidly withdraws her left hand, then... even more timidly... puts it back down, breathing really hard, her adorable breasts rising and falling.

mistress brings the blade down - it goes through! both hands are off!

the precious little slave is out of her mind in subspace. almost cumming again at the thought, she realizes with a twist of dread and excitement that she might consent to being killed outright at this rate. she cuddles against her mistress as the woman ties tourniquets above her amputated wrists. amputated! her hands have just been *amputated!*

mistress leans in, kisses the little girl's ear, and whispers again, "how about your feet?"

light-headed from blood loss, the beautiful youngster whimpers and nods. she puts her cute feet on the cutting board, screws her eyes shut, twists her little face in anticipation, hunches up her shoulders, and waits for the blade to fall.

and it does! her right ankle sings in pain! and then - barely a moment later - her left ankle! the sweet little darling screams out and rolls onto the floor, rolls onto her belly with her four stumps - *stumps!* - waving in the air.

mistress ties on two more tourniquets while the young girl arches to raise her butt, needing to somehow express with her little body the sheer intensity of submission she was feeling. she writhes and contorts her body, moaning, grunting almost like an animal, her cute voice trembling with emotion. oh god, what has she just done!? what has she consented to? and at such a young age, with her whole life still ahead of her!? the cute little girl cums one more time and then passes out while mistress comforts her and strokes her hair.

when she wakes, her four limbs have been amputated well above the knees and elbows, leaving only short, useless stumps. when she realizes it, she is surprised by her own resignation. she snuggles into the sheets and lies staring at the ceiling. limbless.

she lies wriggling and whimpering in her bed for a long time, just working the emotions through her cute little body, sometimes rolling over onto her belly to hump the bed - she can't masturbate any other way now - to pour her anguish into her throbbing, dripping sex. to put her emotions the only place she can bear to put them, in the part of her mind where subspace lives. that yearning, self-destructive little voice.

mistress enters the room and, without a word, presses a ball gag into the young girl's lips. the girl opens her pretty mouth without a fuss and accepts the gag, suckles on it while the gag harness is padlocked around her head. the harness has blinders attached, so she cannot see.

"you will belong to me for the rest of your life, even if you want to be freed" mistress coos.

mistress runs her hand down the girl's naked belly, stopping just above her throbbing, pink little cunt. she toys with the little girl's pubic hair.

"starting tomorrow i am going to severely torture you for one year."

mistress leaves the room without another word. leaves the little girl alone on the bed for the rest of the day and night, soaking in her new helplessness.

knowing she will be tortured tomorrow, and that her limblessness is the only thing preventing her from escaping, drives the situation home.

the cute girl moans.
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Mummy! My tummy hurts!” Jodie whined, leaning her head on her mum’s shoulder. “I’m really hungry!”

“I know, honey.” Paula stroked her little girl’s hair. “I am too.” It had been three weeks now since the accident and there was still no sign of rescue. The island was small and its resources limited. At first Paula had shared the berries and edible roots she found with Jodie but, as they had grown more and more scarce, she had stopped eating herself, giving everything she found to her four year old. It had been five days since she had eaten anything at all, two for Jodie.

“Let me do something nice for you!” she smiled, laying her daughter down on the soft, mossy earth. The only way she had found to distract herself from her own hunger was to pleasure herself with her fingers but they were rough now, dry, and almost like sandpaper – far too rough to use on her little girl’s sensitive genitals.

While Paula tried to maintain a veneer of modesty, still desperately hoping for rescue, Jodie had not worn any kind of clothing since their third day on the island. Now she lay back, her still-chubby little legs parted as her mother lowered her face between her thighs and began to lick.

The little girl moaned sweetly, momentarily distracted from her hunger as her mother had hoped. Paula licked gently, her tongue flicking her daughter’s tiny clit and causing her thick honey to flow. The little girl’s lubrication tasted so delicious on her starved tongue. How long could they go on like this? Paula thought to herself. There was no more food. Nothing. If they went even a few more days without rescue she would surely die then, with nobody to care for her, Jodie would die too. The hopelessness of the situation washed over her even as she pleasured her happily moaning daughter. Her constricted and knotted stomach growled, sensing the licking sensation and readying itself for much needed food. Food that would never come. Unless…

They were both dead already, weren’t they? If she did nothing, her little girl had maybe days left, four at most. And then what? There were no wild beasts on the island… Their dead bodies would lay side by side, bloated and rotting in the sun and fed on by nothing but flies. A total waste. Jodie was small and tender and, despite the days of hunger, still quite plump. There was no moment when she decided, no decision she made, yet as her tongue withdrew from her daughter’s tight, moist little slit, she bit down, hard, tearing the tender flesh of Jodie’s vulva.

The little girl let out a sharp yelp as her mother chewed and swallowed her sweet young meat.

“Don’t fight, darling,” Paula put a hand over Jodie’s mouth, “it will be over soon. I’m sorry.” With tears in her eyes she took another bite, tearing away the rest of the little girl’s pussy. Jodie arched her back and thrashed but Paula held her down firmly, her animal instincts taking over now, pushing maternal cares aside as the first of the raw meat reached her stomach. Fresh blood trickling from the sides of her mouth, Paula tore into the flesh of Jodie’s thigh, biting again and again until her teeth hit bone.

Still her ravenous hunger was not abated yet somewhere, in the back of her mind, her motherly instinct reasserted itself. She could not stop feeding then, even if she tried, but the partially eaten little girl beneath her was still her daughter and she was suffering. She had to end Jodie’s pain, she knew that, but how? She was too weak to snap her neck and was not sure she could break off eating long enough to smother her.

Her blood-lust still driving her, Paula moved up until she was level with her daughter’s tearful face.

“I’m sorry, baby!” She sobbed. “Mummy loves you!” With that, she closed her teeth around the little girl’s throat and bit deeply before pulling her head back with a sharp jerk, tearing out the little girl’s throat. Jodie thrashed for a few moments and then was still.

Night was falling now. The island would turn cold. Five or six more bites and Paula finally started to feel full. Breathing deeply, she came to her senses and looked at the blood, ruined body of her four year old daughter before her. What she had done, she knew, was awful but, also, it was done. No amount of grief of mental torture could undo what had happened or bring the little girl back to life.

If she kept what was left cool, she realised, she could continue to eat for the next five or six days, maybe even longer. Surely if she could not keep Jodie alive, then keeping her memory alive was the next best thing?

Thirteen days later, a passing ship saw Paula’s fire on the shore and rescued her. When asked about her experience, she told that Jodie had not survive the wreck and that she had buried her body on the island. This was true, in a sense, Jodie was buried on the island, but not before her body had been stripped of any edible meat. Nobody ever questioned the grieving mother’s story, and she certainly never told.

The End
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very nice stoty thanks


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was overwhelmed by gigantic, amorphous, Eldritch Abominations with long tentaculoid appendages terminating in loathsome, grotesque phallus's. They began to entwine and entangle my body. I felt one of the cocks enter my mouth and delve deep down my throat. Gagging and choking, my vision swam and I nearly lost consciousness. Another cock probed my anal spinchter and entered my ass. Waves of pleasure passed over me as I felt my prostate stimulated. My own cock hardened. Then the phallus's began pumping me full of vile, verminous seminal fluid. It overflowed and I felt it trickle out from my anus and mouth, drenching my body. I came as I was ravished in transports of ecstasy. I entered an odd, surreal altered state of consciousness as I experienced mindbreak at the height of utter bliss and lost all control of my faculties.
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Oh sweetheart, how unfortunate. Luck does not exist in the underworld, in the catacombs forsaken by God, with their odious flowerless thorns, but in your case, I can only say that you were cursed for no reason. And here is your demon, right in front of you.

The boy does not understand what is happening. Unaware that he had been lured into a trap, a moment of carelessness sealed his fate: demonic claws dragged him from the light and the earth sucked the youth into his grave. Undeserved abuse and unjust violence, injuring a seedling so beautiful made my hybrid blood boil with delight. I can smell confusion and fear, vibrating in blue royal blood. Terror panted through his throat. Time becomes insignificant in a dark and cold room, in the darkness that is only found under two layers of worlds. I can see in the blackness, my eyes do not shine and my breathing is silent, but without a doubt he knows that I am there.

"Please... I beg you..." The boy pleads to the void, to the nothingness. "Who are you? I didn’t do anything."

Babbles, high-pitched and trembling voice, a heart squeezed by fear spewing his last hopes. I snap my fingers and the dungeon lights up with a breath of fire over the candles, pinches of flames shining on three red dots on the boy's glassy irises. His long hair shimmered with beautiful platinum strands over his shoulders. He lifts his head and his large fawn eyes meet mine, his complexion so pale that bruises were already beginning to tinge his face with red and purple flowers. His slender wrists were bound to two rings of steel welded to the armrests of the chair, his ankles shackled, his thin pink lips parted without being able to blurt out more words, choking on muffled sobs; a display of sheer horror.

The boy convulses and leans his chest forward, vomiting a single spurt of yellow bile. The liquid splashes on the stone floor, echoing off the four walls and into my eardrums. Explanations are a waste of time, anticipation is a crucial prelude to rituals, and Lilith, the chained and captured prince, a caged wild bird, begins to understand his hopeless plight.

“Please,” Lilith coughs and chokes on the acidity coating his throat, two black tears dragging his eye liner down his cheeks, and the chains of steel rattled around his trembling body, “have mercy.”

There is no oxygen in the underworld. His lungs contract and expand his silk covered torso, royal figure of pure innocence. The corners of my lips stretch my cheeks into a wide smile. My black leather boots shorten the distance between two opposites, soles stepping on the puddle of puke. The boy's entire body flashed bright colors, a distorted and undulating space over the contour of his body, golden eyes that shined in a way only I could appreciate; the art of volatilizing the soul and its magic, the core of life in its most divine expression, forcing it out of the mortal abode to capture it was a heinous sin, only possible through inducing pain, fear, and unbearably overwhelming feelings. A violation that was unforgivable even by the king of hell himself. The God I must betray… My doom is in front of me, wearing white garments adorned with lamé flowers. But in the end all will be forgiven.

Sweetheart, let me hear your sweet innocent voice. Music in the air, let me see those screams.

"No! No! No! I'll do anything, please!"

Oh dear lord. Holy immaculate youth, I can't stand the hunger anymore. My phalanges wrap around the fragile neck, my nails sink into the skin of his most defenseless zone. A single meal for demons that only know how to corrupt and destroy. My erect penis twitches right in front of his beautiful face, the sobs cut off, the rippling muscles struggling in vain; his soul alters its color patterns, distorting the dungeon into an invisible whirlpool with me at its center.

The boy pleads through dilated pupils and tears trickling down over my hands. My smile is maniacal, exposing the fangs that will split his life in two. I force his head down with ruthless brutality, eyelids trying in vain to protect the crystalline cornea, and my penis violates its way inside his left eye.
A horrid scream penetrates all my senses; I can taste, see and feel his agony melting in my cells. Lilith rips his throat with piercing, shrill cries, tears mixed with blood paint his cheek in a stream of nectar; a delicacy I'll love to suck on when it's all over. My eyes lose their focus in a hysterical frenzy of ecstasy. One of my hands releases his neck and I grasp the soft silver strands of hair, forcing myself inside him, deep towards his nucleus. His hands clench into fists, his body convulses in a maddened trance of torment... his eyeball bursts around my glans, and I penetrate, so deep that it suffocates me, into the skull of a condemned soul.

The spatial distortion is intoxicating and total. The stones of the walls breathe, the trembling glow of the candles leaves ghostly and abstract traces. Only the abstract is real, only the immaterial is concrete. The screams degrade into a single linear sob. Gushes of blood trickled down his nostrils and mouth. The warmth is endless and I feel the sweet, whitish glimmers of his magic permeate my pores, in my partially mortal body. The spectral presence of energy abandons the boy in three fractions of a second, a thousand years condensed into a succinct instant of agony. Lilith's sweaty forehead touches my abdomen, my energies trigger an orgasm in the encephalic tissues of the creature violated and stripped of his most intimate right. The swirl of abstraction subsides with exquisite slowness. The flames are extinguished in the most consuming darkness.

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His brother paced around the lounge from one side to the other, isolated from the lively atmosphere and the relaxed mood of revelry. Azazel could read Malik's face: his brow furrowed beneath his red bangs, scrutinizing each boisterous being prowling around with mugs of beer in both hands, his aura emanating anxious concern.

Sitting down alone, Azazel gazes down at his hands. His long fingers were adorned with rings and jewels, nails gleaming in blurred white lines on the black polish, rattling on the wooden table. The music was so loud that he couldn't hear his thoughts, but his racing heart undeniably revealed the emotions that were becoming unbearable.

He wanted everything to be a nightmare. An invisible clock resonated in his mind with arrows pointing at midnight, needles demarcating an inescapable reality. His stomach withered with guilt, his heart counted the seconds that dragged him through a fog of shame, contrite in his entirety, he felt nauseated in every inch of his physique, as if every organ, muscle and bone was being gnawed in acidity. He had no right to cry, he liquidated any trace of honor and dignity: he was a traitor and could never redeem himself for his crime. His soul would never be the same, it had become contaminated in its core...
"Azazel," Malik crouches down and raises his voice close to his ear, "Lilith hasn't arrived yet."
… because he had sold his brothers and himself, in a devilish deal of selfishness and greed and gluttony. If there are unforgivable sins he wished that his punishment would never end, living in peace again was unthinkable in a soul without fear of God but terrified of the insipid trifles of the corporeal world, greedy for power but without congenital potential. Angels can only fall to the underworld, but he would fall even deeper.

His Reality: a black and white photograph. Time and space become incomprehensible in a snap of the fingers. The invisible clock stops its needles with a deafening twang of a bell, the music cuts its notes and absolute silence falls in its place, his heart freezes and he’s paralyzed by an irresistible force; a silence so total that it should never be heard by mortal ears, his pupils absorb light and reflect fear, now it’s too late to cry.

The place transforms into a scaffold in Azazels eyes. Clinks of bubbling glasses splashed liquid suspended in the air between men suspended in celebration, faces plastered with wide smiles, unconscious and oblivious to the true reality. None of them will be able to see the events that will unfold in a fleeting moment, but Azazel is there, and Malik, immobilized just like him, was too.
Echo. His eyes are the only organs under his control. The air freezes below zero in that paralyzed chamber. Lacrimal wetness absorbs the gelid stiffness and when his eyes roll in their sockets he feels that unnatural cold permeate inside him. Goosebumps laminate over his brown skin, under the gold silk dress, the same royal garb that covered the three of them. Echoed footsteps resounding in the hollowness, the black cloak that hung from that man’s shoulders cuts the air, dark eyes that absorbed the light like black holes are fixed on the two young magicians, his eyebrows arched and the bastard cracks a smirk that gnaws at his gut like a lupine jaw with razors as teeth.

Malik was on his feet. The spell caught him when he had turned around to the presence of the black mage. S for sadist, Samael was a name that inspired resentment and respect. The only devil they would both know, sucker of souls, light and life. An invisible arc of resignation, fear and guilt. Malik's stunned expression froze on his face, eyes widened on the man who was approaching them with madness burning on his face.

Lilith… Can you see us through him? Are you there, inside him, or have you become his flesh?

Samael places his hand on the edge of the table between them and with a simple push he sends the piece of furniture skidding to the side, out of his way, with a piercing screech of an object moving where movement is impossible. Two pairs of eyes stare at the preamble of their deaths without being able to do anything to avoid it. Samael approaches, his face was centimeters away from Malik's, his expression is impossible to read.
“Sweet lamb, my love,” A single vibration of the vocal cords was capable of convincing, bypassing their childish minds, straight into the immortal marrow, that pure metaphysical evil existed in a physical world, and that there were indeed fates worse than death, “grieve not, it will be over soon."

Samael grabs Malik's hair and pulls him forward, taking a few steps back and causing him to fall on his knees, his body limp like a rag doll, supported only by the hand clenched into a fist over his scalp. An instant within an instant. Samael wraps his index finger around the trigger of his pistol and points it at Malik's forehead. The roars of gunfire pierce the petrified space, four shards of lead pierce the frontal bone in a single cylindrical hole, splattering bloody lumps on the floor, all in front of the strangled figure of dread that was Azazel.

Arteries halted on their tracks, heart contained into stillness, but his mind so awake and alert blending in unimaginable torment, in which the moment of his death elongates in a parallel dimension. Malik's life was caught in a petrified scale tilted at an impossible angle, supporting all its weight on a plate suspended in mid-air, with nothing on the bottom one. Samael sheathes his pistol and pulls down his pants, Azazel stares with trembling pupils at the manhood of the black mage, erect and wet, in front of his brother's face, and everything inside him contracts, screams in silence, drowns in pure horror as Samael penetrates Malik's head with a hoarse growl. Azazel can only witness the brutal thrusts to his brother's skull; he’s obligated to watch the horrific sight of that bastard's penis going through Malik's head, his frozen expression doing no justice to the suffering, brain tissue seeping out of the hole on the back of his head, slowly dripping off viscous goo that fell on the floor with wet sounds, until the red-coated glans forces its full entrance through the other end of the hole.

Samael smiles again, his black eyes begin to sparkle and from the center of his pupils, a color redder than blood, warmer than fire, engulfs his corneas until they are two red incisions on his face, bright like stars, or like the halo of the miasmatic liquid of black magic. Malik's eyes are wide open, a noise between a grunt and a scream comes out from Samael's throat, he squeezes tighter on Malik’s hair until he comes in streaks of white spurting in the air and on the floor.
A snap of fingers echoes in the hall. Azazel's heart goes back to counting the seconds with his beating. He wheezes in a loud gasp of frozen air. The place continues in complete stillness except for Samael and him.
Samael relaxes the tendons in his fingers and loosens his grasp. The young mage's eyes lose their focus and roll up in his head as he slides back, leaving a bloody coating on the phallus that was still hard, falling on his back with a thud.

The spell had worn off his system, but Azazel remains just as motionless, his vision fixating on the corpse of his brother lying on the ground, a hole in his forehead beginning to ooze blood and pink sludge. The shock of what he was witnessing did not allow him to shed tears, the emotions he felt complemented an immense aura of defeatism.

His only consolation was that Samael had promised not to reveal his betrayal. The sacrifice he made was immensurable; his reward was a promise. It was not the black magician who murdered his brothers, but him. Even then, a ray of hope, dim but capable of reversing everything, still survived within him.
Samael takes three steps towards Azazel, looking at him tenderly, "You did a good thing," he caresses his cheek and lifts his chin with his index finger, making the boy look up at him, "you will all be born again, you’ll have a life you could have never imagined."

Azazel obeys the invisible string of hypnosis that connected their eyes, dazzled by such a close presence of a being impossible to comprehend. The crushing guilt that made him beg for punishment fades into microscopic flecks of color; his body feels so light, imponderably relieved; he feels that his crime was forgiven by God in person, and at last he squeezes out tears that spill over his cheeks... Young and childish, he had barely tested the waters of the world of witchcraft, the true reality, but his path was about to end at a steep, rocky, bottomless cliff.

Azazel falls to his knees, without separating his gaze from Samael's. He opens his mouth and wraps his lips around the pulsating phallus. He had lost his mind, he involuntarily allowed the imposing energy of this man to pulverize any trace of reason that remained in his being; neither the taste of the corporeal liquid that had belonged to his brother, permeating his taste buds with intoxicating pungency, nor the thought of what was about to happen to him would release him from this trance. The layer of crimson fluid smeared his lips as he took Samael’s penis into his mouth and throat, painting his lips red in a grotesque vision of madness.

Azazel keeps his attention on Samael's face without noticing that he had a second weapon in his hand. His nerve endings had direct passage to his parietal lobe as he feels an inexorable edge, a blade of steel piercing into his left ear, and his whole body contorts as if lightning had struck his head. Samael grips the short black hair of Azazel’s nape, pushes his head back causing his penis to leave his mouth, and then he instantly penetrates him again through the open wound, tensing the muscles of his arms to force himself in and Azazel experiences sensations that surpassed the level of the corporeal, a whirlpool of electricity unloads all its fury on the young magician who would not cast a spell again. His body followed the path of his corrupted mind and Azazel feels as if each of the cells in his body released an orgasm so intense, so devastatingly pleasurable that his consciousness remains in a trance even after his life is lost in the shadows, at the moment that time resumes its natural course, with his corpse abandoned but his magic and soul sucked into a higher life form; it would not take him long to forget all the trifles before being reborn inside a new, mysterious flesh, although he might still beg for forgiveness, if he ever meets them again.
Category: Gay, Fantasy, Skull-fuck


Humans are machines for repeating mistakes, forgetting lessons, and splurging everything within reach. I, in my position as a humanoid idiot, wasted time and energy in an infinite waterfall, in which all the rivers of the world came together and the water made a spectacle of its fall, destroying everything in its path. That waterfall is my wasted life. The bastard in front of me is a rotting carcass floating in my murky waters. He couldn't have asked for a more undignified and abhorrent way to die. At some lost hour of the night, without any witness to his life or death, murdered by a madman like me.

My dick had been erect since I wrapped my shoelaces around the man's robust neck. Every second after that had been pure ecstasy in the most spiritual sense of it, with this man twice as big as I choking on his own constricted tissues, by a surprise attack, from behind, unprovoked. Muffled cries, sharp and stabbing whimpers; I could feel his suffocated pulse throbbing through the elastics and heard the last beats of his heart, all under a gaze that expressed pure terror, eyes present at that moment, perhaps as they had never been; I saw the light of his life leave his pupils, which were now like two hollow gray marbles. The electric shocks running through my spine with each struggle brought me to the brink of orgasm, but the asshole decided that his heart should stop beating just before I could get some relief.

I dragged the corpse into my room, locked the doors, and got dazzled by an exquisite vision of death. Saliva bubbled out of the corners of his lips, his narrowed eyes communicated nothing but absence, his arms and legs sprawled on the floor... with that facade, an immaculate black tuxedo, gold wristwatch, short brown hair that still kept order, and a complexion so handsome and dignified, it was an intoxicating contrast. My home, a single room with moldy walls, a dusty gray cement floor, will be the place of his funeral and cremation.

First I undressed him. I undid the buttons, my breath was getting heavy, I loosened his tie, unzipped his pants and mine, his bare chest was a blank canvas, it was two in the morning, my nails were long and chipped, a siren sounded in the distance, far away from me. First I bit him. I bit into the silky skin of his neck, I heard and felt tendons bending under my teeth, the salty, acidic taste of his sweat permeating my tongue. I sink my teeth into his flesh, his skin is elastic and my teeth aren't sharp enough to break it, but prominent purple marks tell the tale. I throw myself on top of the corpse and I bite again, this time letting a violent wave of lust force its way into my jaw, like a wild dog, and liquid as tasty as it is indescribable mixes with my saliva, gelatinous clots, of the sixth flavor. I felt my penis twitch against his abdomen, that was losing heat but absorbing it back from me.

Oh Mother. How I miss the warmth. They always get cold, I'm the only one with a warm heart. I raise my head and stare in awe at his postmortem expression, so maddeningly impersonal. Who can imagine that behind those eyes there were feelings and energy. This man didn't deserve what I did but no one could help it. Nobody can help anything. I'm just searching for warmth and they never want to give it to me. I spit a mixture of phlegm and blood on the floor next to the corpse, get up, and walk to the kitchen.

What can be said of a mother that regrets her marriage? She lives her days in resignation, day after day of pure misery, remembering the past is agonizing because she only wants to change it, she regrets having sex with a foolish and unpleasant man and locking herself in an emotional and financial prison . That son, the recycled product of a wasted life, hated by his own mother, what excuse could he make? The ultimate waste, a child that was wanted at first but cursed be the moment of his birth after a few decades. Excuses? For whom? For the corpse in my room? My fingers grasp the wooden handle, a thread of steel, descending in a scathing edge and icy to the touch, cuts through the man's belly, penetrates his organs with viscous fluidity and in a single swing of my wrist the knife blade slices through his abdomen. Pale and beautiful. Red on white. I reach into the incision and grab a slimy lump of matter just like mine, bite, chew, and swallow.

Love. I feel love filling me up and overflowing. It’s an exhilarating, vibrant and living feeling. I put my hand back in and grab, force, stretch, twist, break. The taste becomes my reality, it's the only thing I feel, I can't see or hear anything. The place was starting to get dirty, my arms were red down to the elbows. There is a comforting warmth at my core. His face looked so peaceful. I lean in and kiss him. Cold lips, my tongue traces his teeth and the inside of his cheeks, delicious.

Without breaking the kiss, I pull down my boxers and my erect penis slips out in anticipation. I sink into a deep kiss, I touch his hair and his cheeks, I close my eyes in pure joy. I feel an electric shock when my glans makes contact with the wetness, and when I penetrate inside his body sparks fly in my brain and in an instant time stops in an oscillating limbo. Pure happiness, warmth and love against a bleak frozen sheet of death. One hundred years of innocence tainted by guilt and hate. Cursed the second I breathed my first breath of air, because I only know how to steal oxygen. I can only dig holes and fill them. Empty eyes, mine, look in the mirror and only see filth. My body goes cold again. It wouldn't get warm even with all the blankets in the world, although at least it knows how to search for its fuel.
Category: Gay, Yaoi, Cannibalism


Master opened his eyes, alone in his bed except for one small corpse, which he pushed to the floor. It was at least an hour earlier than he usually woke up, and he rolled his eyes at the sounds of more little feet and laughing from upstairs, the reason for his being awake right now.
There were too many kids in the house, too many cute little Beta pets. Master liked to have four or five around the house at any given time to make his food, do the laundry, dust the furniture and always have at least one happy fucktoy to play with, but he had gotten lax about killing them before bringing in whichever new one caught his eye for a fun hair color or big eyes or nice tits. It hadn’t been his plan, he had thought there was no harm in one more than usual….two more….and the next thing you know, there were fifteen hyperactive Beta slaves running around, just way too many. It had been sixteen the night before.
Master had been pretty relaxed about it up until now, but this was the third day in a row that they were noisy and woke him up early, that wasn’t acceptable. He rolled out of bed and groggily made his way to the living room. Emily hustled over as soon as he was in sight and hugged him with a smile, Amber brought him a fresh mug of coffee and Tony brought him his slippers.
Master pet each of them in turn and made his way to his recliner. The rest of the little Betas gathered around at a single wave of his hand. “Hey everyone, listen up, we’re doing something different today. I know I usually keep you on healthy diets, not much sugar or junk food, but I decided I need the big freezer trunk. So for the next two days, they are no food restrictions. The ice cream, the fried food in there, I want the group of you to eat it all, clear the big freezer right out. Don’t fight over the sweets, there is enough for everyone to be happy.”
Several of the cute pets get excited, hopping up and down, trying not to giggle, Master didn’t like being interrupted and he didn’t take it well, but this was exciting, they were given permission to do something that was normally forbidden.
Master gave them all a minute, then raised an eyebrow in amusement. “What are we waiting for? Fire up the air fryer, get the ice cream scoop, get to it!” They didn’t need to be told twice, most of them giggling excitedly as they raced for the freezer. Anna, a small, dark skinned girl tugged Thalia’s hand. “Come on! I want to get some of the cherry chocolate! What are you frowning about?”
Thalia was taller, reasonably fit, with nice bit tits and long blonde hair, she had been here the longest of any currently living Beta. She had a concerned look, but shook her head “It’s nothing, come on let’s get you that ice cream.”
It didn’t do any good to voice her concerns and worry Anna. Thalia didn’t know it for sure and there was nothing that could be done about it if she had been, no point upsetting the younger pets. But Thalia had been here almost three years and the only other time Master had made a point of clearing out the freezer had been before a big party….and by the end of the festivities, the large freezer trunk had been filled with Beta meat.
TO BE CONTINUED???


schoolgirl needs someone to love her, even if it hurts.
Category: incest, rape, humiliation
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This is an exerpt from my new story, available at https://denkira7.gumroad.com/l/buouis

In the fantasy world of Belial, a young Princess is looking forward to her royal wedding. When a charming, half-elf barmaid seduces her Prince, the ruthless girl will make her pay for it dearly.

Cover made by Demon-Man
Milu wakes up, yet again. It’s hard to fall asleep when you’re entire body is constantly teetering on the verge of sexual climax. Her heart is always alert, pumping blood into that dreaded thing that has sprouted between her legs. Her face is permanently flushed with a wave of self-produced heat. The young elf knows this to be highly abnormal, but can’t pinpoint why. She always considered herself a generously sexual person, but her current state is way more intense than any “heat-wave”. This is clearly pathological. Something is very wrong. She believes her permanently lustful nature has to do with the transforming alchemy performed on her genitals.

But lust dehydrates you. She needs more water. In her tiny room, it’s not too hard to keep track of her water bowl. She crawls a few feet towards the opposite longer wall. It’s always somewhere there. As she crawls on all fours, her tits sway from her chest, her nipples sometimes grazing the dirty floor and adding to her stimulating frustration.

She also used to feel her hair sway on her back and her sides, as she crawled. But after Princess Jessica’s last visit, a few days ago, their length is considerably shorted. Jessica had opted to give the elf an improptu haircut with her blade, Milu’s long, beautiful red locks annoying the Princess with their beauty. Now, Miluvae’s red hair barely reach the nape of her neck, cut crudely and unevenly.
The blinded woman slows down her crawling, sensing she’s very close to the wall now. She edges her head further and further until her forehead makes contact with hard stone. Now she just has to follow along the wall until she finds the bowl. Miluvae’s stump arms operate much like front-legs nowadays, but the girl currently uses them to blindly feel the air until they finally make contact with a tin object.

She has painfully learned by experience that she cannot pick up the bowl in order to drink. She had spilled her day’s worth of water trying out that method. That was a rough, thirsty day for her. Ever since, she has found the safer approach, lowering her head over the bowl, sticking her lips on the surface of the water and sucking in to clench her thirst. There’s not much left, the girl realizes, as her lips touch the metalic bottom of the bowl. But her lips are dry, chafed. Just one more gulp, she tells herself.

Little does she know that the source of her hydration is also spiked with the dreaded aphrodisiac.
Three months had passed since the half-elf that had dared to challenge the Princess’ beauty had been imprisoned in the deepest, darkest dungeons of Dendo’s Palace. If the first half of her stay was tough, the second was a nightmare she couldn’t escape from. The mute, blind Milu had little to her disposal to alert anyone to her state. During the first days since her transformation, she often mouthed the word “help” to any handmaiden that came by, getting an apologetic rejection, at best, and cynical silence, at worst.

Not from Artemisia, of course. The young human was devastated upon witnessing what these monsters had done to her dear. She first cried over Milu’s shoulders, then again at the pillow of her bedding, throughout the night. Ironically, the young servant was a complete stranger to the full ingredients of the mashed meals she was bringing Miluvae every time. Artemisia and the other handmaidens weren’t in charge of preparing the meals, only serving them.

Artemisia tried not to show pity towards the elf. She’d been raised to know that was rude. She tried to hide her sorrow whenever going down to the dark cell. Like before, she always stretched the time the guard allowed her inside the cell to its limit. She talked to Miluvae a lot, despite the conversation’s being very one-sided. Milu had tried mouthing some words back to Artemisia, and though it was ridiculously slow, it was still gratifying to communicate with someone. Artemisia had promised her to practice lip-reading whenever she could.

The pretty human had noticed the girl’s throbbing erection at each and every one of her descents to her cell, but she didn’t know what to make of it. The elf girl’s very apparent horned up state made her feel somewhat awkward and so she tried avoiding the topic.


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This is a small excerpt from my new story, which you can find at https://denkira7.gumroad.com/l/cvdam

Cover made by Dr. Benway.


Taking away her hair seemed to only be the start for Elena. That pretty slut only had her looks to show for in this world. It would be “interesting” to see what was left of her if you took that away. At least that’s what Elena told herself. The 37 year old woman failed to see how much her deep insecurities about her own beauty played a factor in this course of action.

The surgeon’s field of work would certainly come in handy with her plans. Plans she never shared with her slave-sibling. Elena wanted to hit 4 birds with 2 stones. In Elena’s eyes, Lola never had anything of merit to say. It was only mundane, shallow things: fashion or stupid gossip of friends and celebrities, rinse and repeat. As for her actual voice, it was feminine and seductive, just the right kind of high pitch, but not too high. It’d be a pity if she couldn’t lure men in with her flirtatious laughter or more importantly, with words that made their imagination run wild.

Even muffled and gagged, Elena was getting tired of her sister’s annoying yapping. It would have to go.
The second thing that would go was Lola’s feet. Well, not all of them; Elena needed the bitch to be able to stand and walk. But the pretty parts, the attractive parts. Unlike Elena’s chubby toes, Lola’s were perfectly pedicured, slim, delicate. Lola had even gotten some cash for her “admired” feet. Elena hadn’t forgotten how bad she felt when Lola boasted about selling photos of her sexy feet to about a dozen guys online.

If only to confirm her thought process, cutting off her toes would drastically hinder the girl’s attempts at running away, should an opportunity ever arise. She “needed” to do this, to ensure her own freedom. Lola was not gonna like these alterations one bit, but that paid no factor in Elena's decision.

The young woman had gotten used to visiting the basement around night-time or whenever someone knocked on Elena’s door. This time nothing seemed to prompt her downstairs visit. Elena, with the cord/leash on one hand and the cattle prod on the other, guided the unclothed girl to the metal autopsy table. She secured each limb to the corners with handcuffs just like always. “MMmmmf?” Lola raised her head with furrowed brows, as soon as she saw her sister wheel a tank of sedative gas next to her table. “Hush, baldy” Elena said in the new derogative term she had for her sibling, whilst fixing an oxygen mask over the ballgagged woman’s face. She then turned the valve on the tank on and a hissing sound started coming from it. With Elena putting on her surgical coat, Lola only had a few seconds to search for her sister’s eyes, with her own full of fear and questions, before darkness took over.

8 hours later, when the anesthetic wore off, Lola woke up to an unpleasant surprise. A 2-inch long scar run across the front of her neck, with plenty of stitches to show for. Her vocal chords had been snapped off with a few careful motions of Elena’s scalpel. She still had the ball-gag on, but that was only because Elena had forgotten it behind her oxygen mask. It was only useful for aesthetic reasons from now on, or if Elena didn’t like her loyal subject trying to mouth words.

As for her dainty little toes, all 10 of them were floating inside a jar of preservative goo, on Elena’s basement counter. The ocean-blue polish on her toe-nails was visible through the glass. The front of each foot was now a smooth, albeit still bloody and bandaged, surface. It would look much better with time. Elena’s medical saw had worked wonders.

Elena was very happy with the procedure’s outcome. Her "improved" slave could now respect her peace while serving her, without silly notions of bolting towards escape. Upon coming to terms with her recent modifications, Lola let pathetic, mute whimpers, physically weak but emotionally wrecked. Looking inside her, Elena could not find any regret or compassion. Something scary to realize. Without saying a word, she got up and exited the room, leaving her deformed sister alone.


This thread will be for any of my stories that are shorter than 500 words.

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Killing Cassandra

shooting, teen, f-self, piss

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Dustin awoke to the slamming of a door. A beam of sunlight shone through a hole over his head, piercing an otherwise black room. What the hell?

He stretched out his arms and bumped into something; a gun, his Glock 17.

Right! He was hiding in the closet belonging to a thirteen-year-old girl named Cassandra Nguyen. How did he fall asleep on the job? He only needed to wait two hours. Didn’t a door slam, or did he imagine that?

Dustin peered through the hole, one hand clutching the gun as the other grabbed the doorknob.

Cassandra stood by her bed, chestnut-brown hair flowing over her shoulders. He twisted the knob and stopped when she unbuttoned her shirt. The teen's lemon-sized breasts stood at attention as her bra hit the floor. She stepped out of her plaid skirt, revealing white panties with flowers.

The bed squeaked as Cassandra plopped down and spread her legs. Dustin’s cock swelled against his underwear as she slid her hand over her flat belly and into her panties. She moaned and squeezed her nipples as she rubbed her pussy.

Dustin’s cock wanted, no, needed, to rip out of his cargo shorts. It wanted him to rip off her panties so he could impale her teeny snatch, fill her womb with his seed. He couldn’t even stroke his dick, not when he groaned like a bear.

Cassandra mewled and bit her lip. She bucked her hips and pinched her nipple.

Dustin threw open the door. Cassandra stared wide-eyed, continued rubbing her pussy as her cunt juice seeped through her panties.

“You do know that’s a really filthy habit?” Dustin fired two rounds into her crotch. Cassandra shrieked.

Two more rounds went into each nipple, he fired six between her breasts. She thrashed for ten seconds, wheezing and hacking up blood. Her thrashing slowed to twitching. Bloody piss squirted through her panties, pooling between her legs.

Dustin raised Cassandra’s hips and pulled her panties to her knees. Half of her middle finger hung over a hole in her slit, blood dripping from the stump.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo, a souvenir for his client. He snapped thirty-five more photos, from multiple angles and distances, six close-ups of her spread pussy; his bonus for when he got home.

“I wish I met you on different terms.” He kissed her on the tit as he fingered her pussy.

Dustin stepped away and turned back, grabbing the severed piece of finger sitting in her panties and stuffed it into her pussy. “You seem to like it in there.”
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Leslita Intrusion

shooting, gore, tween, gg, oral, piss

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It was three in the morning, and some stupid kids were playing outside; laughing their high-pitched laughter. Kids were so fucking annoying, Adam considered himself lucky to not have any. How could anyone want to put up with that constantly for eighteen years?

Something was off. How could there be kids playing outside? His house was at the end of a dirt road, surrounded by trees and a picket fence. Could his mind have been playing tricks, or did some stupid kids really decide to fuck around on his property? Adam turned over, pulling the blanket over his shoulders, keeping one ear pointed at the window.

A chorus of laughs filled the room. Adam sat up, his eyes bulging. The laugh came from the hallway. He stared at his open doorway until the shadows seemed to reach into his room. The laughter came again. It sounded like a couple of girls, giggling. Chills crept down his spine as one of them moaned.

Adam grabbed his shotgun and a couple of shells and crept down the hall and descended the stairs. A light came from the laundry room. He crept towards the light, shotgun raised.

He rounded the corner to find two girls down on all fours. They couldn’t have been older than eleven or twelve, wearing sports bras, one in a plaid miniskirt. A blonde with pigtails moaned. Her friend’s head hid under her skirt, sleek black hair flowing over the floor, bobbing up and down. Her panties hung around her knees, leaving her pussy, dripping with juice, staring at Adam.

The blonde squealed and clenched her eyes as he entered. Her breasts rose with every breath.

Adam aimed and pulled the trigger. The girl’s blonde hair fluttered as the back of her skull exploded. She thudded to the floor, her ass twitching.

The dark-haired girl, an Asian girl, lifted her head with juice and piss dripping from her chin. “Nikki? What’s—” She shrieked and crawled over. She kneeled over her dead friend and started shaking her. “Nikki? Nikki, please talk to me! Don’t be like that … ”

Adam reloaded and as her ass jut into the air. She shrieked as he shoved the barrel into her asshole.

“Please don’t kill me! I-it was just a dare. Our friends are outside, they know we're here. I don’t wanna die! I don’t wanna—”

BANG! Her intestines exploded out of her stomach. Adam tapped his foot until she stopped twitching and a puddle of piss flowed between her thighs.


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