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End of the Dynasty

I shouldn't have been there. If the samurai guards had seen me, they would have killed me on the spot, even though I was just a little girl. The common people were not allowed on the sacred grounds of our God, the Emperor. But gods meant very little to me, and anything was better than another day cutting up fish for the market. So when I heard the sound of proclamations being made in the seppuku garden, I hid from my brothers and snuck through the hole in the fence where the refuse was discarded. My hiding spot gave me a view of the whole thing.

The Emperor was in his usual place, seated in a golden chair that looked very uncomfortable. He was surrounded by his elite samurai, who as usual looked fully alert. I had seen them in the market hours earlier so drunk they couldn't even walk, but they were very good at looking straight ahead. I could have cursed the Emperor's holy name at the top of my voice, and they wouldn't have noticed. Standing along the side of the pave stones were the Emperor's loyal followers. They were supposed to care for his vast empire, but they did little more than argue about who would stand closer to their divine ruler.

An old man was reading a list of dishonorable crimes from a paper bearing the Emperor's sign, but I couldn't understand him. The rulers spoke a different dialect from the street vendors, and never spoke to us anyway. When he finished speaking, the gilded door would open and the condemned man would emerge with his second. That's how it was always done.

This time, though, when the doors opened, it was not a man who came out. It was a woman! She wore a silk kimono with so many folds of material that her figure was completely obscured. But her face was painted a perfect white, and her hair was the blackest black, very neatly pinned at the top. She carried the small kozuka blade in both hands, just like the condemned man would. Was she really the one to pay for her lost honor with her life?

Behind her was her second. He was a young, handsome man, and I recognized him immediately. He could drink more sake than any other samurai. More than once we saw him leave the market as the other samurai lay in the mud, and several times he performed the second's task for those same men. The disgraced soldier would kneel before the Emperor, and ceremonially plunge the short blade into his stomach. They never really plunged it in, though. The strong ones might draw blood, but none of them could really open their belly and cut out their own intestines. To preserve their honor, the second would use his long katana blade to cut off the condemned man's head.

He was also dressed in pure white silk, as usual. He carried the long sword in his right hand, and the jug of water in his left. He would pour the water over the sword to symbolize the purity of the man's death, ensuring that he would journey to paradise to serve the god-Emperor for eternity.

The woman in white silk strode purposely toward the Emperor. She stood at the spot in front of him where the stones were stained red with the blood of those who had died there before. Her second walked up to her left side, held out the katana, and poured the water over it to symbolize the purity of her honor when the blade finished its work. Then, as usual, he said some words and presented the katana to her for inspection. The handle was in his right hand, and the blade lay flat in the left.

She bowed to the Emperor, and turned to look at the katana. Then she said something to the samurai, quietly so I couldn't hear, but I could tell she was speaking in the common people's dialect. She looked him right in the eye, as bold as any man, and said some more things to him. He moved back slightly, and that was when she struck. As quickly as the best male samurai, she grabbed the handle of the katana with her left hand, dropping the kozuka in her right to the ground. In a single motion, she brought the blade up and out, into the man's throat and across. Her follow through finished the job, and the head fell to the ground between them.

The samurai closest to the Emperor, the ones who never visited the market, moved forward. He said a word, though, and they stopped.

Holding the bloody sword above her head, she kicked the headless man in the stomach, knocking him backwards. Now, her words were loud and clear, in the language of the market, not the nobility.

"You dared to call yourself my kaishakunin! You, who brought shame on your family and the Emperor himself, and did not have the honor to accept the blame! You, who drove your own men to seppuku for your dishonorable acts! You, who are responsible for this!"

With that last exclamation, she pulled the sash holding her kimono, raised the katana in the air with her left arm, and dropped her right arm. The white silk, splattered with red, slid off to reveal her naked body. I saw her breasts, not powdered white, but naturally creamy with small, hard, dark nipples. I didn't even notice her belly at first, but I wondered why her breasts looked like my mother's as she nursed my newborn sister. That was when I saw that she was huge and pregnant.

She was larger than my mother was when her labor started, with a fat navel sticking out, and a dark line the color of her nipples along the bottom of the big belly. As she lowered her left arm to slip off the kimono completely, I could see her belly move, as the baby rolled from one side to the other. I was so entranced by her beauty that I missed part of what she said next, until she used a word I had never heard outside the market.

"... were going to fuck me, you motherless dog! You would have taken my body and fucked me again, but I have a surprise! I'm going to give you what you were going to take, you dog!"

She dropped her katana with a clang. She reached down to the twitching body, still spraying blood from the severed neck, and yanked his kimono sash. She kicked the silk aside, exposing his manhood. He must have been thinking about her just like she said, because he was as hard as the samurai who visited the market whores before getting drunk. I didn't just sneak out to watch executions.

A gasp emerged from some of the nobles as she grasped the man's staff. "You want to fuck me? Fuck me now, dog!" With her right hand, she reached around her huge belly and found her pussy, framed with hair almost as dark as the dyed hair on her head. She guided him into her, and moaned softly. She slid down onto him with her full weight was on him, then rose and fell. Her breasts moved in circles as she moved faster, slapping his stomach with her pregnant belly.

One of the lesser nobles ran for the open door. Before he could reach it, before he could even leave his place in line, a black-clad samurai I didn't recognize appeared from nowhere and decapitated him on the spot. This caught the pregnant woman's attention. "You called yourself a captain of samurai! Oooh, oooh," she moaned louder. "OooOH! And you were to ensure the chastity of the Emperor's daughters!" She looked right at another man, who also bolted, and was just as quickly dispatched by another samurai in black. This seemed to fill her with orgasmic glee. "And who bears the most shame of allll, oooh OOOOH oh oooh!"

She looked right at the Emperor himself now, breathing fast. She reached for the small kozuka blade to her right. With a single motion, she grabbed it and plunged it into the chest of her beheaded lover.

"There is nothing pure in this day!" she exclamed, raising the bloody knife above her head. "There is nothing pure in my body! Nothing can ever purge the shame of this house!"

In that moment, she was so beautiful. She sat astride the fallen warrior, her back straight in defiance, her arm raised to heaven, her heavy belly lifted up as her baby rolled from side to side. Her breasts were leaking thick white milk as her orgasm came, her hips moving rhythmically as she held her breath and squeezed her eyes tightly closed. Her body stiffened again.

She brought the knife down so fast, it wasn't even a blur. She buried it in her left side, all the way to the hilt, stabbing right through and coming out her back. She held it there for what seemed like an hour, as thin trickles of blood ran down her hips and onto the thighs of the fallen samurai. Her chest rose as she drew her breath, raising her breasts, making a new stream of milk run down to her belly. A bump appeared, a baby's foot, making another navel-shaped bump on the top of her belly.

Then she let out a scream that called the very heavens down to earth. She drew the knife across and up. A gush of clear fluid erupted from her belly and splashed loudly onto the corpse below, running off the crumpled silk and seeping between the pave stones to the channels below, designed to drain the blood and gore from these macabre spectacles. She grasped the wound with her left hand, squeezing the creamy skin together, squeezing the bright yellow fat out of the edges.

The crowd gasped as she lifted herself up from her lover's body. His manhood was no longer hard, but it trailed a sticky string as she stood. She gave him the orgasm he wanted, just as she said, but he didn't deserve to feel it. As she rose to her feet, the nobles near the Emperor moved nervously back, carefully, to avoid the swords of the Emperor's new guard. She took one step forward towards the God and ruler of the entire world, and then one more.

"Father, forgive me," she said, in the plain language of the street.

"I will not," he replied, in the same common dialect. "I can not," he clarified, quietly. "Your sacrifice will purify the divine Court for a thousand years."

She turned her back on the God Emperor, and faced the assembled nobles. Now she could see that behind each one was a samurai in black, one who had never known the taste of sake, and who would restore order to the Empire at the point of the sword. Then she looked up to the side, and saw me. She smiled at me. I smiled at her.

She released her hold on the gash on her left side. There was another gush of fluid, this time red with blood. She reached into the wound now, and I could see her hand moving under her skin. She brought the knife in her right hand back to her belly, and I could see that it was shaking. She cut a ragged slash across the very top of the bulge, right where her belly curved away from her ribs, then she took a deep breath.

With another scream to heaven, she pulled the knife along her right side all the way to her hip. The skin, yellow fat, and red muscle peeled away to reveal her womb. The organ was round and pink, and now she was holding it in her left hand. She fell to her knees, as her abdominal muscles could no longer keep her upright.

Her father, the Emperor, rose from his chair. Silently, he knelt beside her. They looked into each others eyes as he put his hand behind her, and helped her lay down on the cool stones, straightening her legs, and taking the knife from her clenched fist. He looked at her womb, fully exposed, cut open on one side but only deep enough to let the fluid out.

Pushing the fingers of his left hand into the hole, he began to cut the thick wall of her uterus. Another gush of fluid came with a splash. As he held it, the uterus contracted, so he set down the knife and squeezed with both hands. His daughter began to cry as she watched the baby being born into its grandfather's hands. "Push", he said, and toether they squeezed again. The baby's bottom emerged out of the gash, and then the legs popped out. She reached her left hand out to feel the little foot, the tiny toes, and she slid her finger up the newborn leg to the baby's sex. "I have a granddaughter," her father said.

Grasping the cut edge of the uterus, he pulled the baby out by the leg, and held it in the air. The little girl's brown eyes were open, and her hands moved in small circles. "Is our line so corrupt, my daughter, that it must end with this little girl?" the Emperor said.

Her breathing was shallow, and she couldn't speak, so the dying mom nodded her head. Yes, it must end now, for the sake of the Empire and the entire world.

The Emperor picked up the knife, and held the baby in the air. Her umbilical cord pulled her mother's uterus up in the air just a bit. "The reign of this house is over!" he declared as he put the knife to the little girl's throat. "May the innocent never suffer again!" With a quick motion, he cut through to her spine, and the baby's blood poured onto her mothers breasts, mixing with the milk that would have fed her.

The black samurai moved in on the assembled nobles. As father, daughter, and dying grandbaby watched, they methodically killed every one. Some tried to run and were disembowelled as they passed by, some stood still and were quickly beheaded. In moments, they were all dead or dying.

The emperor removed his decorative kimono, which would normally never touch the ground, and tossed it aside. "Since our family has no honor left, there is only pleasure," he said, as he moved between his daughter's legs. He slipped inside her easily, almost casually, still holding the dripping baby and the bloody knife. His daughter summoned the strength to reach for her baby, and pulled her to her chest, holding her protectively, preparing for her final orgasm as the black samurai approached. She lifted her head back and looked at me again as the katana came down.

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>>14598
It is my own old story, but thank you. I can think of no greater honor, than if my old stories are remembered and defended.


Edward thought some of you here might've been hesitant to use the links provided in the other thread. As such, he asked me to create a new thread in order to have a dedicated place for his new stories to be easily viewed and enjoyed. This thread will be updated periodically as new stories become available.
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>>16513


Tell him: "Awesome and that's absolutely fine man. I'm just happy you liked the idea!"


Tags: cannibal, history, nonfiction

This is not a story, but rather a link to an academic book on the real occurrences of socially accepted cannibalism in the past. I found it a fascinating read. It's not gore, but it's full of people being purchased or captured and then killed and eaten. Such things happened, and the book describes not only how, but also asks why and how such practices could become widely accepted in some societies during certain times and circumstances.

Edible People
The Historical Consumption of Slaves and Foreigners and the Cannibalistic Trade in Human Flesh
by Christian Siefkes
Berghahn Books, September 2022
392 pages, 20 illus., bibliog., index

From the description on https://www.berghahnbooks.com/title/SiefkesEdible :

While human cannibalism has attracted considerable notice and controversy, certain aspects of the practice have received scant attention. These include the connection between cannibalism and xenophobia: the capture and consumption of unwanted strangers. Likewise ignored is the connection to slavery: the fact that in some societies slaves and persons captured in slave raids could be, and were, killed and eaten. This book explores these largely forgotten practices and ignored connections while making explicit the links between cannibal acts, imperialist influences and the role of capitalist trading practices. These are highly important for the history of the slave trade and for understanding the colonialist history of Africa.

From the introduction:

This book is an attempt to look beyond the misconceptions and understand certain cannibal practices as they really were. Actual cannibalistic societies were not particularly primitive—they had their social order and their own value systems, which were not necessarily less refined than the Western ones, though they were certainly different. Analyzing the principles that governed such societies is a part of the big endeavor of trying to explore the human condition—of exploring how humans lived (and died) under conditions that were sometimes so different from our own that they are difficult to even imagine. Investigating historical practices such as slave eating also reveals close interconnections between the consumption of slaves and captives in Africa and the internationalslave (and, as we will see, ivory) trade across the Atlantic and into the Arab world—an aspect of the history of slavery (one of the largest crimes of all times) that would remain unknown if we went on to ignore the historical record.

And later:

Before turning to individual topics and regions, I will in Chapter 1 consider under which circumstances and due to which motives cannibal practices occurred in general, in order to develop a taxonomy of such practices. Understanding the different aspects influencing cannibal behaviors will provide useful background knowledge regarding the context of the specific practices explored in this book.

Chapters 2 to 10 are all dedicated to slave eating—a well documented, but so far deplorably under-investigated topic that may be considered the main focus of this book. Chapter 2 deals with the practice among the Maori in New Zealand; Chapter 3 investigates the Bismarck Archipelago near New Guinea and takes a look at Sumatra. Subsequent chapters are dedicated to the Congo basin, where the practice is particularly well-documented. Chapter 3 starts by exploring the interconnections between local cannibalism and the international trade in slaves and ivory. Chapter 5 investigates how two particular groups of foreigners—Swahilo Arab slave and ivory traders from the African east coast as well as European officials of the colonial Congo Free State—benefited from and sometimes actively encouraged cannibal practices, without being cannibals themselves. Chapters 6 to 8 aim to deepen our understanding of Congolese slave eating: Why, in which ways, and where did it take place? How did it work from an economic viewpoint and in which ways was it tied to commercial practices? How was it shaped by patriarchal social structures, and what were its connections to the exploitation of slaves in general? Finally, Chapters 9 and 10 are again dedicated to foreign—in particular, European—influences. Chapter 9 is a case study of a particularly well-documented and controversially analyzed example of the involvement of a European explorer in a case of cannibalism which took the life of a young enslaved girl Chapter 10 takes a step back to consider more generally thequestion of European influences on cannibal customs elsewhere of the world—in Central Africa in particular. In this context we will also explore what is known about the beginnings and the end of Congolese cannibalism.

Chapters 11 and 12 are dedicated to foreigner poaching, the murder and consumption of unwanted foreigners. Three regions where such acts were common will be studied: New Guinea and the neighboring Bismarck Archipelago, Fiji, and Central Africa. Chapter 13 investigates commercial aspects of cannibalism not directly connected with slavery—the sale of human flesh and of corpses destined for consumption.

Chapters 14 and 15 explore commercial and culinary aspects of cannibalism in China, where human flesh repeatedly appeared on marketplaces during times of famine and warfare, and where it was occasionally eaten even outside such times of hardship, sometimes due to culinary choice. While the rest of book deals with regions that were highly decentralized and, before the imposition of colonial regimes may well be considered as “stateless,” China is a huge country with a very long tradition of statehood. These chapters will allow an understanding of how and under which circumstances the consumption of and the trade in human flesh could gain a certain social acceptance even in such a very different setting.

The Conclusion includes a review and a discussion of certain questions that arise when exploring cannibalism, including parallels and differences to meat eating in general and why and how cannibalism denial could, for some time, spread widely even in academic circles. A final topic is the pitfalls cannibalism poses for philosophic positions such as moral relativism.

Highly recommended to anyone interested in cannibalism as a real practice or in the history of violence!
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>>16586
Yes, rape was mentioned, as well as fact that for some reason female breasts were considered as premium food too even if it does not seem that there is anything very tasty in them :) And also young children were highly prefered and I think that probably not just for nutritional value :)
So probably those sexy details are really omitted or it is also possible that art lest in regions with black people women are unsexy and unattractive like one traveler described on tv when he was asked about how does it feel to be surrounded by naked women his reply was that those women are so unattractive that it doesn't even matter if they are naked :)
Which also can be a reason why China seem to be more intereted in sexy things than other regions mentioned in the book where women are not that attractive as in asia.

Not sure what you will post later but so far I see that there will not be much mentioned about cannibalism in europe/roman empire or middle east/Cartagena at some time infanticide and murder was used as population control in form of sacrifice. It is totally reasonable that when you reduce population life gets much better for the rest so it totally works :)
If they had mortal gladiator fights and killed everyone left and right it woud be strange that nobody was reenacting gurochan cannibalism stories in real life.


Where to find Sydney's Restaurant story universe. Also who is the auther? Re-upload?
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>>16220
Are you sure that was Edward's story in the first place? Doesn't sound familiar.


>This story was written for an anonymous commissioner.
>It is fully written, at 29,000 words, and will be posted in parts.
>Each part will have more specific content tags in the subject line.

“Without a doubt, it was some of the most fun I’ve had in my entire life, and I like to think I lead a pretty exciting life.”

The reporter blinked, her lipsticked mouth hanging open in a slight gape. Her grip tightened around the long handle of her microphone, shaking slightly, but she didn’t pull it back or think to interrupt, and John’s grin only grew wider.

“The last one begged me to live,” he continued. He spoke casually but with energy, like a father recounting an old story. “She told me she’d do anything, you know. Offered to suck me off every morning, clean my ass with her tongue, even cook breakfast and dinner! I told her I’d let her go if she could get me off three times in one hour, and you know what? She did!”

The reporter licked her lips. She glanced towards the camera uncertainly. “And then…?”

“Then I slit her throat and fucked the hole.”

They stood on the wide marble steps of an old courthouse, the engraved pillars and a chattering crowd behind them. Several other reporters clamored for answers, jabbing their mics out towards John like spears in a medieval army line, but he kept his piercing green eyes focused on just the one he had singled out.

She couldn’t hold his gaze for long. She kept looking away, only facing him for brief moments. “S-so what you’re saying is—”

“Yes. I killed them. I stole them from their homes, tied them up in my attic, and fucked them raw every day.” He grinned and winked, half towards her, half towards the camera. In another context, it might have been charming. “Would you like to hear how they died?”

The reporter gulped. She fussed with the hem of her pencil skirt. “Do you have any comment on the witnesses that went missing before their trial appearances, or the evidence presented in court that was later found to be contaminated?”

John shrugged. “It’s not my fault if the police can’t manage a simple investigation. You’d think with three dead women found in my garbage bin pumped full of my cum they’d be able to stick a charge to me. Sometimes the prosecution really just fucks up, huh?” There was that grin again. He waggled his eyebrows.

A new voice interjected—a protester jumped into the frame, pumping her fist furiously. “You belong in prison, you monster!” she screeched, practically frothing at the mouth as he met her anger with the same relaxed smile. “We demand a retrial! A retrial! We have all your sick confessions on video now!”

“Uh oh, someone never watched Schoolhouse Rock,” John said with a bemused shake of his head. “I’m already acquitted! Haven’t you ever heard of double jeopardy? I can say whatever I want now and it doesn’t matter.” He grabbed the microphone from the stunned reporter, ignoring her startled yelp, and held it up to his face. His voice crackled and popped over the tinny TV set’s speakers. “Shout out to the Femina City Police Department! Did you ever clean my cum off the blonde’s severed head, or would that count as tampering with evidence? Not that you could ever get proper evidence delivered to a courtroom, apparently!”

Back at the police station, Detective Isabella Rodriguez gripped her coffee mug so hard her knuckles went white. She was sitting in the break room, looking up at the little TV drilled against the corner of the wall near the ceiling as it played back an interview that was broadcasted live just that morning. Words scrolled across the banner at the bottom in a bold, punchy font: ACQUITTED MURDER-RAPIST CONFESSES TO CRIMES.

Where had it all gone wrong? Isabella’s jaw worked side to side as the cocky sociopath on the television continued to brag and taunt. It had been months since she and her partner had broken into his home and brought him to justice at gunpoint, but now he was going free anyway because of, of all things, bad paperwork. How? They’d caught him literally red-handed—red-dicked, even—in a room full of photos of past and planned victims. He’d had a woman’s refrigerated carcass kept on ice in his bathtub and a shitty home movie of himself torturing a naked college girl with a cattle prod while she begged for mercy. What did it matter that they didn’t have a warrant at the time? If she and her partner hadn’t struck when they did, he may have realized he’d been compromised and bugged out!

And then the witnesses had all dried up too. They’d had a dozen witnesses who had caught glimpses of suspicious behavior ready to testify, but they’d almost all mysteriously pulled out right before the trial, and those who’d stayed had changed their statements to be less incriminating. Their last shot at a conviction was the poor woman that Isabella herself had saved from John when she’d caught him in the midst of raping her, but she had taken her own life before his defense was able to cross examine her, making her previous testimony inadmissible.

It was a nightmare scenario from the ground up, and it made her sick just thinking about it.

She was pulled from her thoughts by a heavy sigh from beside her, and she turned to see Captain Mendoza sitting down.

“He’s making a goddamn fool of us,” he grumbled, glaring up at the screen. “We’re the laughingstock of the whole country!”

“That’s what you care about?” Isabella shot him a sideways look. “Not the fact that the devil himself is going free?”

“It’s only temporary,” the Captain said darkly. “We both know that asshole won’t be able to stop himself, doubly so now he feels he’s gotten away with it. We can watch him, and the moment he slips, we’ll be on him like stink on shit.”

Isabella nodded. “Good idea, sir. Rachel and I were actually—”

“Rachel and you were sitting your asses down and behaving yourselves,” he said sharply. “It was your poor police work that got this guy off the hook in the first place.”

“Sir, we’re the ones who—”

“Broke into his house without a warrant?” he snapped. “Lost track of half the evidence? You should be glad I ain’t firing the both of you.”

Isabella grimaced, but didn’t protest further. Ultimately he was right, as infuriating as it was. Even if she was the one who stopped John’s raping streak, she was also to blame for his eventual freedom.

“I should get back to work.” She kept her voice carefully even as she stood and made for the door. He didn’t make any move to stop her.

There were several other televisions in the station, and every single one was tuned to one perspective or another of the same interview. She clenched her jaw as she passed by one that had the volume turned up and several beat cops clustered around with drinks in hand.

“You should’ve heard how she screamed when I hung her by her tits,” John was saying. He still wore that same stupid grin, though he was now leaned casually back against one of the courthouse pillars. “She had udders like a cow, you know? She was practically asking for it, looking like that!”

Some of the officers glanced towards her as she passed, whispering among themselves. Her skin crawled, but she wasn’t interested in starting a fight.

Finally she arrived at her desk. Her partner, Detective Rachel Oswald, had a desk pushed up against her own. The pretty blonde was tapping a pen against the wood of her desk and biting her lip in thought.

“We have to catch him, Izzy,” Rachel said. “Again. We can’t let this go.”

“The Captain said we need to.” Isabella plopped down at her desk and hung her head in her hands with a low groan. “We’ve fucked up enough already.”

“Are you hearing yourself?” Rachel leaned in, her voice low but urgent. “You saw what he did to those women! What if it was me he had chained up in that attic? Would you just let that go cause Mendoza told you to?”

“That’s low.” Isabella shot Rachel an exasperated look.

“Well?” Rachel leaned in further, eyes wide.

Isabella met the other woman’s gaze for several seconds, pursing and biting her lips. “Look, even if I agreed to this, it’s not like I could find him anyways. He might be bragging now, but we know he’s got other victims out there and other crimes he hasn’t been put on trial for yet. It’s not like he’s gonna just waltz into the department asking to see me.”

Just as she finished saying that, her desk phone rang. She shook her head at Rachel as she picked it up and brought the receiver lazily to her ear. “Yeah?”

“Someone at the front for you,” the old female voice on the other side said. “Bring Rachel.”

Isabella frowned. “Be right there.” She put the phone down and stood with a sigh, stretching her arms out above her. “Come on, Rachel. We’ve got a visitor, apparently.”

Isabella didn’t wait for any response before she started off, but she heard Rachel stand and follow her. What was she thinking? Isabella was just as upset as anyone else in the department, but surely the lesson to be learned from this whole fiasco was to not go around bending the rules, and now Rachel wanted to try again? Did she want to embarrass the department for a second time? No, as much as it sickened her, the only safe way to play it was to sit it out and let the Captain call the shots. She was probably too personally invested in the case to properly handle it anyways. Her mind wandered back to the image of a bruised and sobbing woman handcuffed to a pipe, her breasts and thighs stained with dried semen. She shivered, bringing one hand up to rub at her elbow as she opened the door to the lobby. She just wanted to put the whole thing behind her.

“Ah, Detective Rodriguez.”

The voice stopped her in her tracks and sent a chill down her spine. She froze, eyes wide, and saw him sitting there, leaning back against the wall with a magazine draped lazily over his lap.

John grinned as he stood and held a hand out to shake. “Or should I call you Isabella? That’s your name, right?”

Isabella bristled. Her hands balled up into fists by her sides.

“So who’s the—” Rachel drew up short next to her, blinking in surprise. “Huh.”

“What the fuck are you doing here, scumbag?” Isabella spat. Some civilians sitting around the room glanced warily in their direction, but she didn’t care who saw. She wasn’t going to be civil with this rapist. “Didn’t you have enough fun with the reporters already, or are you here to brag some more?”

John held his palms up, stepping back with a small bow. “My apologies, Detective. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“If you didn’t want to upset me then you’d have gone straight home and put a bullet in your skull,” she hissed. Times like this she regretted being a cop. If she was a civilian she would’ve beat the shit out of him right then and there. Truthfully, she was tempted to do it anyways, repercussions be damned.

He snorted. “Aren’t you going to listen to what I have to say?”

“Not a chance.” Isabella turned sharply on her heel, glancing towards the officer working the desk. “I don’t want to talk to this fucker.” She reached out and grabbed the doorknob that would take her back to her desk.

“You know I’ve killed more women, don’t you?”

She paused. She didn’t look back as she answered. “Is that a confession?”

“No. Not yet.” He hummed playfully. The sound made her jaw clench. “But I’m willing to give one. Every woman I’ve ever taken, what I did to them, where I disposed of them, all in complete detail. Signed and sealed.”

That piqued her interest. She glanced back, exchanging a look with Rachel, but didn’t turn to face him fully. She spoke carefully, measuring her words. “Wait here, then. I’ll get an officer to take your statement.”

“No, Detective,” he said. “I’ll only deliver my confession to you.”

An involuntary shiver raced down Isabella’s spine. Something about the way he said that put her on edge. Finally she whirled to look him in the eye, brow furrowed with suspicion. “What are you up to?”

He shrugged, still wearing that lazy smile. “Do you want me behind bars or not? Or are you afraid to listen to one handcuffed man in the middle of a fully staffed police station?”

Isabella’s lip curled back into an ugly snarl. The idea of being alone in a room with this monster, cuffed or not, made her skin crawl, but she also had to admit that this could be a potentially huge opportunity. Even if he wasn’t being completely honest, having him recorded in an interrogation room could go a long way to justice. She looked towards Rachel, who answered with a firm nod.

“Okay, but not me alone,” Isabella said, pulling out her handcuffs. “Rachel will sit in as well.”

John’s smile widened, and he looked at Rachel with a wry smirk. “That’s fine with me.”
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And that's it! I realize now that I forgot to put my name on that last post, but whatever. This was a fun one to write. If you're interested in getting your own story written, you can contact me on reddit.


From now on, instead of flooding the board by posting each story in a new thread, all of my stories will be posted here. (Fanbox promotions will still be in a separate thread.)

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The Dancing Lady

yuri, lesbian, cons(FF), rape(FF), gore, vore, cannibalism, paranormal, ghost
Who was she? Who was that woman across the street?

Noy adjusted her glasses and wiped her breath from the window. The woman twirled and pranced around the room. A sheet of platinum flowed behind her and settled around her hips when she stopped.

It started six days ago. Something flashed in the corner of Noy’s eye as she hung paper ghosts over her computer. She turned her head as a blonde woman leapt across the window. Noy finished hanging the ghosts and climbed on the bed, wrapping her arms around her pillows as she stared wide-eyed out the window. The woman danced for hours without stopping. She was there the next day, dancing away. She was there the day after that and every day after that. She wore the same old-timey dress, so white it seemed to glow.

The woman arched her back, stretching her arms towards the floor, until her massive tits hung out of her dress. Noy smiled as her view narrowed until the woman’s creamy cleavage filled everything. How did she get her boobs to hang upwards like that? Noy had to find out. The woman threw herself forward in a summersault and lept into the ait, landing on the nightstand without so much as shaking the clutter of picture frames. She jumped onto the bed, then across the room, spinning in the air, before hitting the floor with her arms outstretched.

Noy jolted back as a door slammed downstairs.

“I’m home!”

Noy scurried away from the window and plopped down at her desk. She threw her earbuds in, opened her haunted library story in Google Docs, and started typing random words. The bedroom door creaked as it opened. Noy looked up and smiled as Ashley entered the room.

“Hi, honey!”

Ashley dropped her purse and slipped out of her pink jacket, tossing both on the bed. “Hey!” She ran over and threw her arms around Noy. They pecked each other and locked lips, twirling their tongues around each other. Ashley broke off. “So, did you get any writing done?” She looked at the screen and frowned. “You’ve barely added a paragraph since yesterday.”

Noy grinned. “Yeah. I’ve been having some serious writer’s block.”

Ashley folded her arms. “I’m sure.” She yanked a bud out of Noy’s ear and put it in her own. “There’s no music, or sound of any kind, coming out of this.”

Noy chuckled. “I, uh…”

“Spent the day looking out the window again?”

“You got me! I was looking out of the window. It helps with my writer’s block, and I like the view.”

“You like looking at an empty street and the overgrown shack on the other side” She pulled the curtains shut and shook her head.

Why couldn’t Ashley see her? She always disappeared when Ashley got home. The first time, Noy grabbed Ashley’s hand the moment she walked into the room and pulled her to the window.

“You have to check out this chick.”

“What chick?” Ashley laughed.

Noy tilted her head. The room across the street was empty. Nobody danced, darkness filled the room.

“I guess she stopped.” Noy shrugged.

The next day, Noy ran to her girlfriend and turned around to see the room once again empty. The last two days she waited at the window until Ashley entered the room. She looked away, smiling as Ashley walked across the floor. They kissed and Noy looked back at the window, opening her mouth to ask if she could see the dancing lady. The room across the street went dark as it had the days prior.

Yesterday, she kept her eye on the dancing lady.

“You’re at the window again?” Ashley slipped her arms around Noy.

“Don’t you—” her jaw dropped. The girl didn’t duck down or leave, and nothing flickered. There was no dancing lady, and the lights were out. When did that happen?

Was there any point in telling Ashley? She couldn’t see that lady, whatever she was. If she told her she was watching a woman dance across the street, a woman that only she could see, Ashley would’ve taken her to the looney bin. She probably wouldn’t have been happy about her checking out another woman, even if she thought that woman didn’t exist. Wasn’t she crazy?

Why couldn’t this have been a hallucination? That would’ve explained how her boobs hung in the air while she was bent over backward. Can someone have the same hallucination consistently? She never hallucinated anything, and she didn’t take drugs. Maybe she had some kind of bra that held her boobs up. She was fast at getting out of the room before Ashley could see her, maybe as some sort of joke. What about yesterday? Maybe she just blinked without realizing it, and the girl ran out of the room during that split second. How? How could she have seen her blink? And how could Noy see her cleavage that well, or see that the picture frames on her nightstand didn’t shake? It could have been a hallucination or might’ve been something more.

“When is the deadline?”

“Huh? Oh! I have to get it done by eight. Don’t worry, I only have a few paragraphs to go.”

Ashley leaned down and kissed her on the forehead. “Well, once you’re done I’d like you to come down and help me pass out candy for the trick-or-treaters.”

Noy smiled. “I’ll dig out my witch costume.”

Ashley left with a book as Noy turned on her Creepypasta music. She erased the panic-gibberish and started on the final chapters of her story.

Noy threw on a black pointy hat, black thigh-length dress, and purple cape that swept the floor as she walked, grabbed a plastic wand, and descended the stairs. Ashley sat by the door with her arm over a giant plastic pumpkin. She wore a white dress, covered by an apron with splotches of red, and a nurse hat with a black plus sign and a skull in the center. She braided her orange hair into twin ponytails.

Ashley smiled and shoved the pumpkin aside. “Did you get it done in time?”

“Yep. I submitted it thirty minutes ago.” She sat down and put her arm around Ashley.


The sky darkened and the streetlights came on. Trick-or-treaters poured down the street and the pumpkin, filled to the brim with full-sized candy bars, emptied into their buckets, bags, and sacks.

Across the street, the Dancing Lady’s house was empty. The windows were black as coal and the lawn was void of decorations. Trick-or-treaters crossed the street as they passed it.

Noy shifted her eyes to the upstairs window. What was she doing? Did she exist? Did anyone live there? Where was her sexy ghost dancer tonight?

Hours passed and the horde of trick-or-treaters dwindled to a trickle. The last came around 10:30. Ashley closed the door at eleven.

Noy grabbed the pumpkin by the couch and groaned.

“How much is left?” Ashley peered into the pumpkin.

“None. I guess we’ll have to settle for leftover chicken.”

Ashley ran into the kitchen, returning a minute later with an ice cream bucket full of shredded chicken in one hand, with the other behind her back. “Are you sure you want the chicken?” She showed her other hand, holding a giant bag of chocolate bars. “Or this?” She grinned.

Noy snickered. “We could do both?”

“Okay! Both it is.”

Ashley grabbed her hand and led Noy upstairs.

Noy plowed into the bed. Ashley sat the food on the nightstand and threw off her apron.

“Leave the rest on!” She waved the toy wand and pointed at her head. “Imperio,” she whispered.

Ashley giggled and stopped unbuttoning the top of her dress. “An unforgivable? We’re in evil-witch-mode tonight? I must now do whatever you say.”

Noy gestured for Ashley to come closer.

“Nurse Doonan ready to assist!” Ashley fell on the bed and crawled over Noy. She

Noy grabbed the bag of candy and pulled out a chocolate bar. She stuffed it in her mouth. Ashley clamped her mouth on the other end, sliding her lips down the bar until her nose bumped against Noy’s. They bit at the same time, sending the middle piece down Noy’s dress. Ashey slid her fingers between Noy’s cleavage and fished the candy out, popping it in her mouth with a grin.

Noy gulped down her piece. “No fair! I want boob candy.” She grabbed another chocolate bar and shoved it between Ashley’s tits, sliding it in and out for thirty seconds. She bit half and shoved the rest in Ashley’s mouth.

Ashley leaned in, pressing her lips against Noy’s. They swallowed their candy and kissed. Noy lifted Ashley’s dress and grabbed her ass. Her tongue tangled with Ashley’s, sliding past each other’s lips. Ashey wrapped her thighs around Noy’s left leg and ground her pussy back and forth. Ashley threw her head back, moaning, as Noy kissed the length of her neck, sliding her face to her chest. Noy dove face-first down Ashley’s cleavage, kissing the sides of her tits. There was a hint of chocolate. Noy pushed Ashley’s dress down licking the chocolate taste until her boobs plopped out. Noy grabbed another bar and rubbed it on her nipples. She sucked her tits until the flavor was gone and rubbed in more chocolate.

“Holy shit,” Ashley screamed as she trembled, “I’m fucking coming!”

Ashley collapsed against Noy, wrapped her arms around her, and dug her fingers into her back. Noy buried her face in Ashley’s left tit and sucked on her nipple. Something warm dripped down Noy’s thigh.

Ashley sat back. Her chest swelled with each breath.

“Seems,” she gasped, “I made quite a mess.” Noy’s thigh was slick with Ashley’s cunt juice, with streams flowing into a dark spot in the cape. Ashley grabbed the chicken bucket and pulled out a handful of meat. She brushed a chunk across Noy’s thigh and devoured it. “Good dipping sauce, though.”

Noy grabbed some chicken and dunked it in the juice. “This is good sauce,” she said as she chewed it down, “you should bottle it and sell it.”

Ashley licked her thigh. “It tastes really good on your leg.” She slurped and sucked until Noy was drenched in saliva.

“I think you taste better, though.” Ashley grabbed the candy bag and slipped under Noy’s dress. “I think you’ll taste even better with this.”

“What are you—” The gasped as Ashley shoved something cold into her pussy. Ashley shoved it back and forth until Noy moaned. She stuck it in and pressed her lips, wrapped around the object, against her pussy lips. Noy slid into the pillow as Ashley’s tongue twirled around the object. Noy gripped Ashley’s head, stroking her hair. Ashley bit down, swallowing half of the candy bar as her tongue pushed the other piece deeper into her pussy. Ashley thrashed her head and gripped the blanket as her tongue dug for the other half. Her legs clenched, her body trembled. Noy howled.

Ashley emerged with a bar of chocolate clenched in her teeth, and clear goop dripping from her face. She chomped down and swallowed the candy. “Delicious!” Ashley collapsed next to Noy.

“I want a taste.” She rolled onto her girlfriend. They kissed and stuffed their mouth for an hour. Ashley closed her eyes and snored, Noy drifted off minutes later.


There was light. Noy jumped back as a white ball flickered in the distance and a tsunami of light flooded the tunnel.

Noy smiled. How long had it been? When was the last time she saw light? It must’ve been days since she appeared in the tunnel. Or was it weeks? Months? It was hard to tell; it was always dark.

The ball of light brightened and moved towards her. Noy’s stomach twisted. She shivered as an icy chill blasted her skin and seeped into her core. She ran back through the tunnel. She tripped and looked back. She screamed. Her head pounded as white light flooded her eyes. Her eyes bulged, her stomach froze.


Noy jolted awake. Her heart pounded. Ashley was snoring. Candy wrappers littered the bed.

“What is this?” White light shone through the window, bright as the afternoon Sun. Noy peered outside.

It was the lady. She was there, dancing, at only God knows what hour. Her dress glowed. The room wasn’t in the house across the street, it was on the other side of the window. It was another room in her house, with her bedroom window being the only way in or out.

“Ashley!” She reached for her girlfriend and froze.

The lady stopped dancing and turned towards Noy, smiling. The lady lept through the window. Noy covered her face when her body should’ve smashed through the glass. The window vanished and the lady landed on their headboard. She soared through the air and landed at the foot of the bed without making a sound.

Noy tried to ask, “what the fuck are you.” She opened her mouth, her lips moved, but the words never came out.

The lady dove, slamming into Noy, knocking her back. Her head ducked under Noy’s dress. Noy clenched her teeth and shivered. An icy chill lashed her groin as the lady’s tongue lapped at her pussy. Noy groaned. She tried to push her off, something wrapped around her hands and yanked them to the headboard. The lady’s teeth clamped on her pussy. Noy’s eyes bulged. Tears ran down her face.

“No! Please no!” She tried to yell, nothing came out.

Searing pain exploded between her legs. Noy screamed without sound. The lady ripped a chunk of meat from her pussy. She raised her head with a chunk of labia hanging from her mouth, blood dripping down her chin. She swallowed it in a single gulp and wiped the blood on her sleeve.

She crawled over Noy. Her skin froze at contact with the lady’s fingers. The lady pressed her lips against Noy’s. Noy whimpered and tried clamping her mouth. Her lips parted, her tongue slid out. The Dancing Lady wrapped her lips around it, sucking on it as ice spread down her throat. She pinched her tongue between her teeth and clamped, severing her tongue. She tore off her lower lip and devoured the flesh from her cheeks.


Ashley stirred. Noy whimpered. Why was she whimpering?

What was on her face? Ashley raised up. Some kind of meat? Her dress slid down her chest until her breasts were bared.

“What the…,” Her throat tightened as her eyes bulged.

Her tits lifted into the air. Noy thrashed as her breasts ripped from her body. Her face turned to the side.

Ashley screamed. “What the fuck!” Chunks disappeared from her tits until they were gone. Ashley grabbed for Noy, screaming and sobbing. Something grabbed her head. Ashley kicked as she was lifted into the air until her feet were off the bed. A headache shot through her skull with the force of a million hammers. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets and popped out. She shrieked and everything went dark.


Noy gurgled a scream. Ashley’s head exploded in the Dancing Lady’s hands. Her body dropped to the floor as chunks of brain and blood rained on the bed.

She grabbed Noy by the feet and dragged her into the air. Noy thrashed as she devoured chunks from her legs. The room whirled and filled with fog. Her arms dangled over the bed. She closed her eyes and never opened them again.

Cathie snapped her fingers. The blood disappeared from her body and dress.

She looked at the redhead and groaned. What a waste! She had to fill up on the Asian chick, didn’t she? She was a skeleton from the hip down, but the redhead still had plenty of meat on her. What if she came back the next evening? The meat would’ve spoiled if it hadn’t been taken away after someone found the bodies.

“Bah!” She spun in place and disappeared into an abyss.
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Just Trollin'


gore, decap, teen, Mf, necro, piss

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SrgLongDck wanted to battle her? Did he challenge HER for once? Stephanie closed her eyes, it had to be her imagination. Nope! The notification remained in her inbox.

“SrgLongDck would like to battle,” flashed in red over the mail icon.

Stephanie snickered. “Well, guys,” she stared into the camera, flashing her eyes as she breached her golden bangs, “looks like my boy toy grew some balls today.”

A goblin clad in scarlet-red armor hopped down the cobbled street. He got his hands on some Red Legion gear. Did he think that would be enough? He leveled to thirty-one since yesterday, but her elf mage was a thousand exp away from level one-hundred.

“Message from SrgLongDck,” her inbox flashed. She opened it.

“If I win you gotta show your tits on stream.”

Stephanie furrowed her left eyebrow. Wasn’t he being bold today? She went to decline his invite and hit block. Why, though? Since when did she become a snowflake? He didn’t stand a chance, so she wouldn’t have to show her tits even if she agreed.

“DO IT!” ZapdosRio96 posted.

A dozen more posts appeared, demanding she “ACCEPT!!”, or shouting, “GO SRGLONGDCK!”. Boys! Didn’t they know he always lost? Stephanie shrugged and hit reply.

“Fine! If you lose, you have to send me a pic of your dick.”

“Kay,” he responded seconds later. She accepted his challenge.

SrgLongDck’s sword slashed and hacked her mage. Her health bar dropped by the length of a needle after a full minute. The messages went from “GO SRGLONGDCK” to “YOU SUCK SRGLONGDCK” and ”SRGNOOBDCK!”.

Stephanie hit a few keys, fire engulfed SrgLongDck’s goblin. His health bar dropped to zero in seconds. She smirked as “SrgLongDck dropped 500 gold” flashed across the screen.

“Alright, loser,” she typed, “you lost. It’s time to MissMayzes your cock. I wanna see what noob junk looks like.”

She received an Imgur link seconds later.

“DON’T OPEN IT!!” filled her chat.

“Don’t be such big babies,” she giggled and clicked the link.

“WTF?”

“Why?”

“Oh, my—” Stephanie covered her mouth. A cock, plump as a bratwurst and almost twice the length, filled the screen. He earned his username.

“Why is it still on the screen?”

“It’s too fucking big!”

What a bunch of babies! What if she wanted to look a little longer? It didn’t matter, she saved the image and closed it out. She could look at it when she had her special time.

How could such a noob have a dick so big? She couldn’t tell him that, though. Noobs needed to know their lack-of worth, compliments only served to inflate their egos.

“Aww,” she typed, “sooo cute and teeny! It’s like a little chihuahua dick! Are you part chihuahua?”

“You liked what you saw. Don’t lie, that’s the biggest dick you’ve seen outside of a porn site.”

“HA! It’s the smallest dick I’ve seen. Your mom got pregnant by a chihuahua! Or was it a hamster?”

“Woah! Don’t bring my momma into this! Please?”

“Why? Don’t want her to find out what a tiny dick her noob son has? Maybe she’ll learn not to fuck hamsters?”

“Dude! My mom’s dead!”

“Did she see your tiny dick and overdose so she wouldn’t have to live with the embarrassment?”

“I’M NOT FUCKING PLAYING WITH YOU! FUCKING BITCH!”

So sensitive!

“Are you gonna cry to Mommy if I don’t stop? Oh, wait! You can’t.”

“YOU ARE GOING TO REGRET THIS!”

Sure! Whatever!

“Four-one-nine-one, Springdale Road, Richland, Nebraska.”

What the hell? Did he think she needed to know her own address? “Try harder, noob! I know where I live, you don’t have to tell me.”

His Goblin vanished seconds later.

“Who wants to bet he’s crying right now?” Stephanie glanced over the chat and scowled. “Oh! Come on! I’ve done must worse shit on here! Don’t be a bunch of snowflakes!” She pulled at the straps of her dress. “Here! See what Sergeant Noob Dick missed!” She pulled the dress down to her waist and jiggled her melons as dozens of drooling face and thumbs-up emojis flashed across the screen. “Does that satisfy you festering bag of clown—”

“STEPHANIE LYNN!”

Stephanie snapped her head and jerked the straps back over her shoulders. A middle-aged woman with curly brown hair and a grey tank top stood in the doorway, arms folded under her bulging chest.

“MOM! T-this isn’t what—”

“Don’t lie! I just caught you flashing your tits. Were you streaming?”

“I-uh-why does it matter? It’s my fucking body.”

“Don’t take that tone with me, missy!”

“Why do you care?”

“You are fifteen, I am your mother, and this is my fucking house. Pick one!”

“Didn’t you fuck like eight guys in high school?”

“Who told you—”

“You had me at sixteen! I, on the other hand, graduated with the best grades. I’m doing well in college, I’ve had the same boyfriend since middle school. The only thing I do is play video games and dress a little skimpy. Maybe don’t judge me?”

“I will judge you. I may have done some stupid, slutty, things when I was your age. I’ll give you that. You know what, though? They were with people my own age! You never know who could be watching you online! You might be showing your tits to some fifty-five-year-old pervert. When you turn eighteen and move out, you can flash your tits all you like. Until then, you will follow my fucking rules. Understood?”

“Fine! I’ll wait three more years just to have fun. It won’t happen again in your house,” not when she was around.

“It better not. Now, I came in here to tell you it’s dinner time. I got pizza.”

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The fucking bitch didn’t need to say shit about Mom. What gave her the right? Micah told him that a girl who teases you has a crush on you. That turned out to be a load of shit. Nobody could be that cruel to someone they liked. All he wanted to do was show off some new gear.

“Just get over it, son,” Dad said, “it kinda pisses me off, but you can’t really do anything about assholes on that internet.”

How the hell could he get over something like that? The stupid bitch didn’t have to watch that drunk dipshit plow into her and smash her against a dumpster. That’s why, four days after she thrashed his goblin warrior, he drove a stolen minivan through the neighborhoods of a small town in Nebraska.

His phone buzzed, letting him know he arrived. Cody parked along the curb and crinkled his nose. He might’ve been a noob at video games, but whoever decided on the puke-green paint job for this house earned the title of Noob King.

“I can’t do anything about trolls? We’ll see, Dad. We shall see.” He grabbed the machete and laptop from the back seat and marched up to the door.

Cody tapped the doorbell with the machete before hiding it behind his back. A middle-aged woman opened the door seconds later, he stepped back.

“Y-you’re not Miss Mayzes.” Did he get the wrong address; did he drive a thousand miles for nothing? This had to be right! He faced who knows how many years in prison, they needed to count. The woman looked like her. She had the same set of melons, wavy hair to her waist—brown, not blonde.

“I can assure you I am,” she replied.

It could be her mother. Maybe?.

“I need to speak with your daughter. I’m a friend from college.”

“Really?” She curled her lips. “She goes to school online. Also, you’re a little old to be hanging out with Steph—ughk!”

Cody swung the blade, cutting a gash across her chest, and shoved her through the door. The lower half of her breasts dropped out of her shirt. “Your daughter really hurt my feelings.” He slammed the door.

With another swing, the top of her head thumped on the floor. He stepped over her twitching body, laughing at her flailing tongue. Miss Mayzes no longer had a mother, she’d know what he felt if he would have let her find out.

Cody opened his laptop on the kitchen table. After finding the password on the back of their router, he connected to their Wi-Fi.

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Noobs! Nothing but noobs, every single imbecile she encountered in this fucking game. Her mage decimated six of them in an instant. Six against one would be unfair, one of them said. What was unfair, now? Where did the good players hang out? She needed a fucking challenge for once!

“Hey, Miss Mayzes,” SrgLongDck posted on the chat, “me and you are the same now!”

“Oh?” She replied.

“We both have dead moms.”

What the fuck was he on? Why would he think Mom died? Did he just suck at trolling like he sucked at this game? “Get better material. My mom is quite alive, playing Candy Crush or something stupid in the other room.”

“She looks quite dead to me, with the top of her head and, like, half of her tits missing.” He followed up with three laughing emojis.

“Whatever, dude! You’re such a creep. I’m about to kick you out if you don’t stop. I’m trying to find a decent opponent, but every one I find is such a fucking noob.”

“I can take care of that.”

Him? Yeah, right! “Bring it, then! It’s been a while since I beat your ass.” Maybe he’d get another shot of his cock? Yum!

She tapped on the desk. Let his stupid goblin show up already, just get his beatdown over with.

“You’re still gonna show your tits if he wins?”

Sure! Why not? If he won, she might even show her pussy this time.

“Come on, dude! Hurry the fuck up! I’m in Buffalo Ridge, it’s not that hard to find. I’m fucking bored out of my—”

A gleam of silver flashed across her eyes, everything below the neck went numb. The world started spinning before her eyes, when it stopped Stephanie found herself laying on the keyboard.

Except, she wasn’t laying on the keyboard. Her body remained in the chair. How the fuck…? Her feet stomped, hands grabbed the air like an invisible rope. Her spaghetti straps descended her arms until her tank top fell below her flopping tits. The crotch of her khakis darkened. Did … did she pee herself? A volcano of blood erupted from her neck. She got decapitated! How? Why?

A tall Hispanic guy loomed behind her, dropping a machete as he unzipped his pants. Her mind whirred. She recognized that cock! The man attached to it had to be SrgLongDck.

He grabbed her shoulders and thrust his cock into the stump of her neck. What the fuck? How gross could he fucking be? What a sick fucker! She had three holes and a huge rack, but he wanted to stick it in her neck. How did she die at the hands of someone so noobish he didn’t know how to fuck a woman properly?

Why did he have to go this far? She just kicked his ass in a video game a told a mean joke! Did he think she deserved to die for that? What a fucking snowflake! Now he’d spend the rest of his life in prison! Ha! Who really won this round?

Not her; she didn’t want to die for a joke! Why did Mom let the fucker in the house? Did he kill her too? He said she died, didn’t he? She warned her about this shit! Why didn’t she listen? It wasn’t because she showed her tits, though. Couldn’t she take back everything she said? Couldn’t he let her apologize and move on? If he spared her life she’d stop trolling. She wanted another chance! How could she ask? It was too late. Was it? He cut her head off, her life already ended. Maybe someone could find a way to save her? She couldn’t die like this. Someone had to help…

He grabbed her off the keyboard. As her eyes closed forever, the tip of his cock slid into her neck.

#

“Let’s try the other part,” Cody grunted as he pulled his cock out of her neck hole. He grabbed her head and lowed it onto his cock. “Aww, fuck! I never tried deepthroat like this!”

He slid her throat over his cock until it burst out of her mouth repeatedly.

“Fuck! I need to sit down,” he yanked her body off by the shirt and slumped her over the desk, and plopped down. “Hope you don’t mind,” he slapped her twitchy ass.

Cody slapped her neck against his balls, grunting and moaning. The chat log scrolled at the speed of light.

“WTF!”

“This has to be fake!”

“OH MY GOD!”

“MAYZES! NOO!!”

“FAKE!”

“I guess … ahh, fuck … you’ll find out when this hits the news.”

Cody slammed her head on the desk. He stroked his cock, growling like boar, as he came. Buckets of cum spewed over her face and hair.

“I bet you dreamed of this when I sent you that picture last week.” He slapped her ass as the last drop of cum splashed her eyes.

Her body started humping the desk, hammering her crotch against the wood. Her ass quivered and bounced. She slid off and kept twitching on the floor.

“Damn,” one of her viewers wrote.

“The bitch just won’t die!”

“I told you this shit was fake.”

“We’re not done, sweetie,” Cody threw her body back on the desk, “we’re not done by a long shot.”

He pulled her pants to her ankles and ripped her Harry Potter panties. Pulling her thighs, he crouched and leaned in. He spread her plump labia and slipped his tongue between her slit. Peachy nectar drizzled over his tongue in strings. Who knew you could make a girl this wet just by chopping off her head? He needed to try this a few more times before the cops got his ass. His tongue lapped her slit, circling her clit, and slithered down her hole, slurping every drop of her cunt juice. He might’ve been drinking from Heaven itself. What a shame he’d have to spoil it with his man juice.

Cody raised up, Mayzes juices dripping from his chin, placing his hands under her breasts. He thrust into her pussy and began rocking his hips, slamming her into the monitor until it toppled over. He came after slapping his balls into her thighs for a full minute. His cock pulsed as hot cum flooded her womb, bursting down her legs in creamy waterfalls.

Mayzes’s body thumped to the floor as Cody crashed on her chair. He slid off and slammed his ass on the floor, slumping over with his head resting on her ass. His eyes closed as he drifted to sleep. They opened hours later to three cops standing over him.


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This can be a thread for asking about stories from last GCs that has gone missing

Like Lucy's Final Adjustment

Or the one of the Totally Spies being assassinated

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does anyone have "Australian Barbie" by Dante? idk if it was ever posted to the old Gurochan but I know a lot of Dante's work was.


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==THE SPLATTER FACTORY==

This is a substantial(ish) re-write of my debut work, 'The Death Factory'.

It features the rape, torture and mechanized slaughter (sometimes all at the same time) of pretty young women and girls (ages 8+) in a modern, custom-built dungeon. You can look forward to mashed and crushed bodies, liquidized innards, snapped limbs, fountains of blood and fabulous screams. Also drilling, sawing, slicing, tearing apart, mangling, shredding and squishing. Especially squishing. Also, there is some incidental scat, psychological torment, and just enough plot to hold it all together and hopefully create some tension. There's a bit of humour too.

I'm sorry I've been away so long. Personal circumstances and lack of internet being the main reasons. At the time of writing, reports of my death are greatly exaggerated.

I got tired of writing too. So I left it on the back-burner for 6 months, until I started to even forget what I'd written.

Then I re-read it. Parts that I previously thought were good now seemed less so. And the last chapter, 17, was *really bad*. So I thought I might as well start over and rework the whole thing.

It's the same story. Same basic plot, characters and machines. So what has changed?

1. The title. I think "Splatter Factory" is more descriptive, and besides, there are at least two other works called "Death Factory".

2. In the old version, chapter lengths were all over the place. Now I've rationalised things into more evenly spaced, bite-sized chunks. Generally the chapters are shorter, because there are more of them.

3. Chapter 1 has been almost completely re-written. The original suffered from being the very first piece of creative writing that I'd ever attempted. So I slashed and burned. Also I thought that it took a bit too long to get to the action, so I added a juicy scene right at the beginning to set the mood for the rest of the story.

4. I haven't made too many changes to the middle chapters, I was mostly happy with those. But I might add a chapter or two when I get to that point.

5. Chapter 17 sucked balls. It's rushed, there's not enough tension, it contains egotistical self-referential bullshit, and it unfairly and snidely mocks Edward Hyde's excellent work. So I decided to scrap it completely and start again. If you're reading this, Mr. Hyde, I'm sorry for being a dick.

So, if you're new to this, don't bother reading "The Death Factory", just read this one. And if you've already read that, and are now a cobweb festooned skeleton forlornly awaiting the next installment, please accept my apologies.

I'd like to thank everyone (and I mean ''everyone'') who made comments and suggestions on the old thread. The encouragement I've received has been more than I could ever have imagined, just thinking about it chokes me up. I certainly couldn't have continued without you guys.

To Bloodlust, Loke, Salem Burns, Sol, Kari and The Dark Hero, please know that your characters have not been forgotten, and in the coming chapters we will be meeting:

* Beth, Kay, Alex and Barb (Salem)
* Luna (Sol)
* Cassy, Hannah, Erika, Billie, Sophie, Lynn, Faye, Hayley and Harley (TDH)
* Emily (Loke)
* Julie (Bloodlust)
* Kari

I wanted to do this on a first-come-first-served basis, but due to plot considerations, things are likely to get mixed up a bit. Your collective patience is appreciated.

'The Death Factory' is in the archive, in case anyone is interested in the original.
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>>15123
I sent you a message on pixiv so we don’t clutter up Squunch’s story.

Looking forward to the next chapter, Squunch.


She was almost shaking from the nerves.
She was right to be, she knew that in only a few minutes she would be dead. The thought took up her whole mind, with no room for almost anything else. Over and over it turned in her head; she was going to die. She was going to die. She was really about to die. It had probably only been a couple of minutes since she walked in, she had been just on time when she left to come here. But she had left her phone behind, along with all her other belongings, so there was no way now to keep track of the time and it felt like it had been an hour or more.
Sitting in a single folding chair alone in the small room, she fiddled with a strand of her long, dark hair without thinking, wrapping it around a finger and unraveling it. Waiting, anticipating.
She was so high-strung by the time the knock on the door came that she almost jumped out of her seat. The door opposite from the one she came in opened; "Amy?" the man who had come in said. "Everything's ready. Just to make sure, you still want to do this?" She could barely make a sound for a moment. "Y-yes, I'm sure." Her voice steadied slightly as she continued, "The more I wait the more nervous I'll get. Let's get it done quick." He nodded approval, "All right then." With that she stood, and then nearly fell as her vision fuzzed and she was hit with a wave of dizziness. The man caught her arm, supporting her and looking with surprising concern from someone who was about to take her life. "It's all right. Anyone would be a bit nervous. Just through here." guiding her through the door and into a dim, medium-sized warehouse.
The only light shone down on a table near the closest wall. Her quickening breath seeming loud in her ears, her footsteps echoing as she took step after step toward it, knowing what waited at the end of her short journey.

I was almost awed when I opened the door, looking at the young woman sitting in the waiting room. She had sent me pictures when we were setting up this meeting, everything had been through the internet, but it didn't compare.
She was gorgeous. Even in simple nondescript clothes, she was stunning. Her body of course was sexy, I had chosen her for it, but her looks struck me again as I stepped into the room, the sort of effortless beauty that's hard to define and impossible to imitate. A detached, dumb part of my brain absently said, 'maybe I'm in love?'. Though it was the first time I had seen her in person, the photos I had seen clearly didn't lie.
Continuing into the room after that short moment, I confirmed her name, and made sure she was ready. She nearly stumbled as she got up, but after helping her through into the main building she steadied out and stepped almost confidently, proudly, towards her demise.
I had prepared for this days, weeks in advance, carefully choosing the time and location, choosing the woman herself, buying supplies and equipment, and arranging for everything to be in place on the most important, and last, night of her life. I led her over to the table, openly admiring her as we went. Noticing, she gave a slight smile and looked near her feet. A bit shy, then, or anxious to get on with it.
As we came closer I pointed out the clear plastic I had hung, an obvious precaution to make the cleaning easier. The large-ish canvas on the wall, backed by a heavy plate. And on the table, the only centerpiece to be seen except herself, sat the gun I would be using. It was almost a small cannon, I had built it myself exactly for the task as well as custom crafted the bullets it fired. "You'll do fine" I told her as we approached. "Now just undress and stand right on the spot I marked."
Even though it wouldn't matter in a moment, she still seemed embarrassed to strip, then she gave a quick, hesitant laugh at it when she realized the irony. She folded her clothes neatly on the table next to her execution weapon, which seemed almost funny considering the circumstances. As she did, I noted distractedly that she wore no panties under her shorts. She stepped out of her shoes, peeled off the socks, and put them all underneath. Then she stood there, ready, right in front of me.
"Would you like a blindfold? I know you'll be facing away but it might help anyway." She shook her head slightly, hair slipping off her ears. "No, I want to try and see... it before, uh..." she trailed off. "All right. Well I'd like to tie your hands though if that's all right, just as a personal preference." This earned me another nervous near-giggle as she nodded, turning, and I took out a length of rope, locking her arms behind her waist and wrapping her wrists snugly. But not so tight as if I expected her to try to escape, of course. Then everything was ready.

Amy had to try not to shiver uncontrollably, adrenaline was rushing through her; or maybe it was partly the slight chill in the unheated warehouse combined with her lack of clothes. She felt the rope against her skin, smooth fiber and not uncomfortable.
"All right, all set. Just stand there." he said, and she turned automatically to walk onto the red 'x' taped on the floor, facing the canvas from a short distance away. She saw him follow with her, coming around the front and stepping close. As he ran a hand through her hair, she noted with a slight flush of pride his admiration when he combed it over her shoulder, off her back and out of the way of the shot that would carve through the rest of her body. Then the hand went up to the back of her neck and his other hand slid over her arm, down the curve of her breast, and rested above her ribs while the thumb rubbed small, slow circles over her right nipple.
He had told her she wouldn't need to fuck him, she wouldn't have minded but her heart raced a shade faster even so as she wondered with alarm if he would rape her beforehand after all. Over the past few days it had occurred to her what might happen after she died, but she decided she cared less about that and more about what he did while she was still alive. He ended the train of thought by pulling her in and she smelled a little mint as he kissed her, it wasn't unpleasant at least. Considerate. She closed her eyes, bracing herself, as his hands slipped down to her waist, waited there for just a moment, then were gone. As he broke away, her breath came back in a soft gasp. Then when she opened her eyes he was already behind her, going to the table, and when he came back it would truly be time.
"W-wait!" she said, her voice distant in her ears behind rushing blood. The steps stopped. maybe she had lost her nerve, he must be thinking. Maybe she should have thought of that before it was too late for second thoughts. But she wasn't backing out now. For a reason she couldn't understand even as she said it, she heard herself saying "Th... Thank you." And after a heartbeat's pause, his voice replying "You're going to be beautiful." Then the footsteps started again, and the slight clunk of the weapon coming off the table, and he was on his way back.
Every moment stretched, she couldn't help jittering in place, her knees trembled. every minuscule sound seemed to signal the pain she was sure was coming, then the noise stopped for a moment, directly behind her.
As she realized, she drew in half a sharp breath, maybe to say something, maybe just a last instinct from the body to try desperately to survive, but that was all she had time to do as her chest exploded. She seemed to feel the blow on her back a split second afterward, a dull pain spreading, but noticed with surprise a slight numbed effect as well.
She took a staggering step forward from the force but miraculously stayed on her feet, the specialized projectile had cut through her without hardly even noticing she was there. She couldn't hear anything, even blood roaring in her ears. A moment later she crumpled to her knees, her eyes going helplessly to the gaping hole in her destroyed body. Blood rushed out front and back, but the gun had done its deadly job well and the exit wound was much bigger. Deep red splashes covered the sides of her breasts, it spurted up almost above her collarbone, a few droplets even somehow reaching her cheeks, and drizzled down her stomach, over her thighs and out around her. Then the pain truly hit her and she would have screamed if she had had any breath left, instead it came out as a tiny wheeze-gurgle.
She remembered only then to try and see what the man had created by killing her, the last thing she would leave on this earth. Her vision was already blurring from surprised tears and rapid blood loss but as she looked up she caught a glimpse of the crimson-smeared canvas, a hole lining up right at the height she had stood a second ago. This last thought struck her as a slightly delirious kind of funny, and she tried to turn and see where he stood as well, to line the gun up with her heart between the two, but she was already dying and she only managed to slump to one side, softly choking in the blood draining out of her. She tried to bring a hand around in front of her, maybe to make a futile attempt to hold the blood back, maybe just reflex or disbelief, but she became vaguely frustrated when her arms didn't move for a reason she couldn't understand.
In her last moments Amy tried to concentrate on breathing, on staying alive just one more second after another. But suddenly she couldn't seem to concentrate on anything; her mind drifted despite herself, her vision went black.
It took her only six seconds to stop moving.

I thought about her impulsive thanks as I walked to the table, the feeling of her lips still on my mouth and her body under my hands. I picked up the gun, almost twelve pounds loaded: it wasn't small but it was easy enough to wield without too much difficulty.
I heard her breath catch as I turned to make the short walk back to my place a ways behind her, and my heartbeat quickened in sympathetic anticipation. She was right to thank me for what I was about to do, in exchange for her short life I would use her in a masterpiece, a work that would easily outlast however much longer she would have lived. And although of course the public wouldn't know the true nature of the piece, there were many others like me who would admire her in secret; in our little community of sorts she would be immortal.
Lost in thought but still in control from long hours of practice, I took a test look down the sights at her as I walked. The quicker I finished it the less likely she would be to do something stupid like bolt, or collapse in tears. I passed the crosshairs over her, appreciating her back from the nape of her neck down the waist and to the bottom of her ass; then back up. She wasn't too muscular but she was still at least a bit in shape, her shivering revealed a delightful tone to her muscles. I stopped automatically, I knew my mark by heart from rehearsing. Nothing could go wrong.
I breathed in. I breathed out. Then I pulled the trigger.
Even through the best earplugs I could find, the sound sent a shock through me. I was ready for it, but i never got completely used to it either. As the gun came down I watched her stagger, a hole punched through her center. A good shot, it had better be for all the range time I had put in for this. She dropped only a second later, blood already running down to pool on the floor, but I had forgotten her for a moment. I was stepping briskly toward the newly minted painting, admiring it already as I went. This was the tricky part, too much exposure to the air could ruin the blood, and I didn't want it to run too much anyway. I quickly took it down, sealing it flat in the case i had standing ready to one side, and opened the valve that would pump the case full of preservative gas.
Once I was finished i turned, looking to see her, but she was already down for the count. Her beautiful body sprawled on the plastic; the bullet had taken with it a bowl-shaped piece of her chest and turned it into a spray of red to paint her magnum opus. And now far too much blood spread around her as well, covered her body, ran slowly from the corner of her mouth and her nose. It filled the little valleys in between the wrinkles of the plastic and soaked into her hair under her.
She shuddered ever so slightly and I thought I saw her tear-stained eyes move to me as I approached, but it could have been nothing. She didn't make a sound as I ran my fingers down her throat trying to find a pulse, simply out of curiosity, but it was gone almost as soon as I found it.
I crouched beside her for a few moments, admiring the body she had used, had given to me to destroy in order to make an equally beautiful work of art.
Finally I stood and looked her over one last time, thinking.

In all my preparation I hadn't even considered what I would name the piece.
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Four young women walk through the dimly lit hallway of snuff club. They're all on the free kill list, and they've all just survived one more shift, mostly by luck.
Christine, the tomboyish blonde, has been a snuff slut the longest out of all of them at just over three weeks, and it's a miracle someone hasn't killed her yet despite her attitude with the customers; most of them must find her amusing. She has a protective arm around Ally, a taller, quiet girl with straight brown hair that falls past her waist. The new girl is visibly shaken after her first day, and Christine reassures her: "Don't worry, I'll show you the ropes, just stick near me tomorrow. You'll still be serving drinks for the first few days anyway, and nobody ever wants to kill you when you're the one bringing their booze." The timid brunette nodded, clutching the other girl's arm like a life preserver as they walked.
The other two are paired off as well, April and Cass all over eachother with not much attention for anything else. Cass has an arm over April's shoulder, squeezing the girl's tit. She isn't paying much attention to the other slut, however. Instead, she's daydreaming her favorite fantasy of her own demise, imagining how dozens of bullets would feel tearing through her beautiful body, how much more sexy she would be dying on the ground, soaked in blood. Over the short time she's been working at the club, she's started to become incredibly turned on by the death all around her, especially the idea of meeting her own early end. Her partner April, a shorter girl with waves of red hair down her back, is a bit more focused. Cass's lightly tanned body is the best out of the four and April is giving it the attention it deserves, stroking and nuzzling into her, admiring her with just a hint of jealousy.
As they turn a corner all four are stopped short by two men blocking their way, the distracted two in the rear almost bump into the pair in front. The men stand outside one of the private rooms looking like security or bodyguards, seeming not to care that they're blocking most of the narrow hallway. Christine is the first one to move after a second, walking purposefully towards them, already telling them off. "Hey! Don't you know there's a hallway here? Why don't you scoot to the side a bit?" Ally follows after a moment's hesitation, hurrying to try to slow her down. "Wait, *please* hold on! They might---" She never finished as, without warning or hesitation, one of the men drew a silenced pistol from his suit jacket and fired directly into Christine's chest, stopping her short. Finally out of luck, she falls backward with the softest grunt of surprise, a single bullet fatally through her heart. She's dead in moments, no time even to struggle. A second after, Ally realizes what happened, letting out a cry as she collapses by her side, burying her face in her would-be mentor's lifeless shoulder. Meanwhile Cass watches it all, mesmerized as her deadly fantasies start to become reality.
It all moves on quickly from there. The man who had shot Christine took her by the ankles and pulled her body into the doorway, leaving a smear of blood on the carpet. The other turned to the surviving three and instructed them "All right, sluts. Everyone inside, now."
Cass and April, still in each other's arms, move obediently through the door into a room furnished with all kinds of snuff implements. As they enter they take in tables of weapons, restraints, a gallows, guillotine, and a couple of more exotic devices. Meanwhile Ally is too shocked to get up, sitting on the floor in a daze. Her client isn't patient enough to let her rest though, so he wraps a hand in her hair, dragging her into the room after the other two and throwing her down roughly near where the dead blonde now lies in the center of the room. Both men focus on punishing her for a minute, sending dozens of brutal kicks into her defenseless body. Cass, still watching, feels a bit of pity for the new girl, and a bit left out, anyway. She is certain now that they're all going to die tonight, but she was ready for it, she thought, and aching to be snuffed already. Why not try to provide a distraction for the poor girl? So she did the only thing she could think to and knelt down near the two men, looking up at them with her best doe eyes, hoping they would take notice. Eventually one did glance towards her, and Cass took her chance and turned up the charm. "Please, sir. Won't you hurt me too?"
He laughed at her boldness, and took out a wicked knife that made her heart flutter. "Play with Red," he told her, "We're busy." Then faster than she could blink, he expertly threw the blade into her thigh. She inhaled sharply, hands going to her wounded leg, then after a moment pulled it out, gasping "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
She retreated, limping and dripping fresh blood, to April's side to offer the handle to her shyly. "Are you sure?" whispered the redhead, "I... don't know if I can." "I'm ready. Please." replied Cass, pressing the knife into the other girl's reluctant hands. "Wherever you want. As hard as you can." as she dropped to her knees, closed her eyes tight, and raised her arms behind her head, leaving herself completely vulnerable. April hesitated as her willing victim took a shivering breath, biting her lip. Not wanting to make her wait any longer, though, the girl stepped forward, before she can lose her nerve, and with all the strength she could put behind it, jammed the blade into Cass's soft tummy. The eager slut let out an "Ooof!" and slumped over, cradling the knife sticking out of her. April could hardly believe what she had done, in a rush she was by her lover's side, trying to confort her. Cass was a tough girl though, and after a second she sat up, and with some effort pulled the knife out, releasing a spurt of blood. She turned to her partner, rewarding her with a short kiss; after the taste she got of the knife she was more excited than ever. She offered it back again, but April shook her head. Blushing nervously, she told Cass "You... do me this time." By this time both men are taking a break to watch, Ally lying still behind them, so April decided to give them a show. She tossed her hair back, showing off her body like a dancer, slipping out of her tiny bikini top. Working her way down to her knees to follow Cass's lead, she ended with her arms up, eyes shut, ready and waiting for her turn to take the knife. She felt Cass press her curves against her back, nearly jumped suddenly the point of the knife slid down her chest. The tip moved over her skin, around her body and down her spine, up and over her right tit with just enough pressure to make her whimper. Cass made her move then, April felt her tense up, and her eyes popped open just in time to see the knife plunge into her side. She wasn't finished yet though, the redhead had no time to move as the blade disappeared into her twice more, the last one ending up sinking all the way in her belly button. She kept herself from screaming, but she couldn't help but let out a moan as streams of blood begin to trickle down her stomach. "Three... no fair," she gulped "I only gave you one." "That's what you get for being such a sexy bitch" Cass whispered in her ear, and gave a half twist before pulling it roughly back out, taking her breath away.
Cass held the long knife out to the men then, blade pointing inwards toward herself and April, and gave them a provocative look, daring then to come join in. She explored her partner with her free hand, squeezing her tits, running through her hair, playing with her blood, as one of the men appeared to accept her invitation and stepped toward the pair. As he took the knife, Cass nudged April forward, hoping to watch her die as well before it was her own turn. He didn't seem to care which of them went first, as he took the unresisting slut by her throat, lifting her to her feet, and pushed the knife into her stomach, just using her to hold it for him for now. Taking out a handful of large zipties, he tossed them to Cass and told her "Make yourself useful, slut. Tie her hands behind her back for me." She went to work immediately, maybe even *too* enthusiastic, twisting her friend's arms into place and tying them snugly; she's had a little experience in bondage that she shows off now. The girl's arms are up behind her back in no time, unable to move barely an inch, her wrists, arms, and elbows tied together. "Now her feet" he says, and she goes to work again. Once she's done with her legs she thinks she's finished, when he tells her "Now her neck." This gives her a moment of pause: did he really want...? He looked pretty serious, she thought. Her slut gave her a smile as she threaded the plastic around her neck, but couldn't completely hide a glimmer of fear and pain. The lovers kept staring into each others' eyes as Cass tightened down this last strap just under her chin, enjoying the complete control, the willingness, and helplessness, of her partner. She paused when it was just snug, looking to the man for approval, and got one word in response: "Tighter." She cinched down several ratchets, the edges biting into April's smooth skin. "Tighter." Another adjustment, their hearts racing together as Cass pulled the redhead's airway closed little by little. "Tighter." Her breathing was rough and strangled by the time he was satisfied, the strip of plastic deeply indented into her neck and her face beginning to turn red. Cass wastes a bit of her precious air with a long kiss, leaving her wheezing desperately when she finally breaks away. The man is bringing out a blindfold meanwhile, tying it around her eyes; she's totally helpless. Unable to move, her breath constricted, unable to even see the next attack coming. Her executioner tied one last restraint, a rope from around her body up to a hook in the ceiling, to support her weight when she would inevitably fall. Then he picked up where he left off, pulling the knife out of her and considering where to put it next.
He decides on a breast, April's are large and inviting; too good to leave alone. He squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh for a few moments, before holding it roughly in place and driving the knife straight through, from bottom to top. The injury earns a gasp from both girls, one of agony from April and one of arousal from Cass, who had been unable to keep from rubbing herself while watching the bloody spectacle. He looked over at the distraction briefly, where the snuff-happy whore was turning pink in embarrassment, then gestured to the other man (take care of this, will you?) and turned back to focus on his current victim. She had to bite her lip as he began fingering the hole in her navel, more blood running down her stomach from the abuse. He casually drove the knife into her several more times, slipping it quickly between her ribs. A strangled sob escaped her and she almost buckled under the assault, but she recovered and managed somehow to remain proudly upright, giving her best as she approached her final moments. Then he carefully put the edge against the nipple of her uninjured breast and neatly sliced the sensitive spot in half. The pain became too much, and she gave a weak scream that ended with her choking and coughing up a mouthful of blood. Thick streams of crimson drip from her lips, drizzling down her chin and painting her bare chest as she takes a rattling breath. "You're making too much noise, darling. I'm going to have to shut you up now." and with a sudden yank he zipped her throat closed completely. She opened her mouth wide, desperately searching for air and overwhelmed with pain. Then the man cut her struggle short by burying the knife in her back, skewering her heart. She jerked once, surprised, then went limp, her body beautifully dangling over a pool of blood. He watches her corpse swing sightly in her bindings, her head hanging, body covered in red blood and face hidden in red hair.
Meanwhile, the other customer has been warming up on Cass. He starts by shooting her in the legs from across the room. She watches, fascinated, as bloody holes punch through her plump thighs one by one, panting with pain as each bullet impacts. Soon she couldn't have gotten up from where she knelt if she wanted to. Occasionally one will go high and hit her in the stomach, making her groan. As she tries uselessly to hold back the blood, she's distracted by a scream, and as she turns to look she's rewarded with the sight of April losing her life. She can only watch and wish she had been the one holding the knife, but even just as a spectator she can still savor the view as the girl she loves is slaughtered.
April's killer takes the body to the others, dumping her roughly by Christine. Then he checks on Ally to find that the terrified young slut is now awake, suppressing her panicked breathing and trying not to attract attention. He drags her to her feet, calling the other man over as he walks her across the room: "This one was faking, sneaky little whore! I don't think she's learned her lesson!" She whimpers aloud as she hears this, earning herself a slap across the face, but she's unable to hold back another cry of despair when she sees her destination, the gallows against the far wall. Marching her up the steps to the platform, he takes a spare ziptie and cinches her wrists behind her back. Then he drops the noose over her head and gently pulls her long hair free from the rope, taking his time to enjoy its silky weight sliding through his hands as he spreads it over her shoulders. They're face to face for a moment, there are tears in her eyes and a tremble in her voice as she begs "Please! I don't want to die, I just needed the money so bad." He turns without a word, stepping off the platform. Her desperation growing, "They said I wasn't supposed to get killed this quickly, it's only my first day! I'm not ready!" The men chuckle at that, and her horror and panic grow as she sees one getting ready with the lever. "No, no, wait! I'm not legal! I lied on the application, I'm only s---hgk!" The platform falls away, leaving her over a heart-stopping drop before the rope snaps tight as it catches her by the throat. She dances for the two men, kicking and arching her back, slowly turning to show every angle of her slim body. "You think she's telling the truth?" "Hard to tell. I wouldn't take her word for it." Both men watch her twitch in midair for a bit, then growing bored they used her dying body for target practice, one taking a few lazy shots while the other threw knives until she hung lifeless.
Cass watched the execution from the sidelines, slumped against a wall where she had been left for the moment. She rubbed herself slowly, still awake enough to be aroused by the death, but slowly fading from blood loss and losing strength to do much else. She dimly realized they would be coming for her next, to finally finish the job. Sure enough, one of the men comes over and she smiles up at him weakly, welcoming the end. He drags her to the others, giving her the opportunity to see April's body in her own final moments, and lays her down to the side. She sees her killer carefully take out a garrote, the wire as fine as a thread, and passes it around her neck. Then she feels a tug at her throat, and realizes she's been cut as blood spurts out, the stream pulsing in time with her heartbeat. She involuntarily makes a pitiful noise through her severed throat, but her strength is gone and she can only lie quietly, her breath gurgling softly as she bleeds out.
The men abuse the bodies a bit longer, giving a parting few shots to Ally as she hangs dead, blood dripping from her toes into a small puddle under her. Christine they hoisted up onto a table and used an axe to hack her apart, her head staring blankly at the body and pile of limbs that used to belong to it. One of the men couldn't resist giving Cass a farewell tit massage, enjoying her best asset one last time, then he gave them a dozen or so slow, almost loving, stab wounds, gently sinking the blade into her unresisting body over and over. Then they brought April to a meat hook, hanging her corpse by the ankles and cutting her throat as well, draining the rest of her blood over her lover.
Then everything was still, dead sluts scattered across the room wherever they fell.
Category: semi-con, execution


This is something of an attempt at a tribute story to my favorite cannibalism authors. This story uses the equipment found in Htabdoolb's stories and you can easily see the parts where I was inspired by Aoi Hikari's works. Edward Hyde plays a big role in this as well although I couldn't quite figure out how to add a Sydney's to the story. Finally, Gynophagetopper was a great source of inspiration and support and his works are some of my absolute favorites.

Disclaimer: I'm not an author and have never written before so be constructive with criticisms. This is still a rough draft and I haven't had time to explore it more but I wanted to be able to share something with the community.

Tags: Cannibalism, Gynophagia, Mother/Daughter, Young/Old, Soft Dismemberment, Objectification, Romance

Chapter I
It was the weekend before the Thanksgiving holiday. Young Anna had just finished soccer practice and was on her way home, idly playing with a soccer ball along the way. Normally, she would be quite cheery after practice but today her brows were furrowed in thought thinking about what she saw in the girls locker rooms earlier that day.

It was right before practice started. Anna and her friend Beth were changing into their soccer clothes when Anna caught a glimpse of Beth in the midst of changing clothes. On top, Beth still wasn't wearing a bra, as the little buds on her chest didn't quite need them yet. Anna took a secret pride in that as her own chest sported a simple training bra. Glancing down though, Anna was surprised to see Beth sporting a new pair of panties. They were lacy and pink and obviously expensive but did little to hide the mouthwatering filet nestling between her legs.

Beth caught Anna staring and smiled warmly at her friend asking Anna, "Do you like them? I think they're sexy and they make me feel like a real woman!"

Anna cheeks blushed lightly when she realized she was caught but this was her best friend so she wasn't too embarrassed. "They do look really good on you. But I was just wondering why you still had your filet. Did your parents just let you keep it? They didn't remove it with a q-knife for safe keeping?"

The q-knife was invented many years ago in a breakthrough for bloodless surgery. With it tissue can be cut and removed from a body without suffering any damage yet still be connected on a quantum level. Thus a hand cut removed with a q-knife could still wiggle it's fingers away from the main body. Entrepreneuring individuals took it a step further and soon there was a whole host of q-knife accessories and products. For example, living nipple bottles became a favorite of hikers. They were light weight and could supply an almost endless supply of milk whenever a hiker was thirsty. Living filet purses were another favorite seller. They were only as large as the donor's vulva but the with the science of the Q-knife, the inside space was much larger as it connected back to the donor's womb.

"Actually, yes on both counts, kinda." With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Beth hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slipped the entire thing off, filet included. Where once a delicious filet was nestled between her legs now was nothing but smooth skin. In her hand, held aloft, was a pair of lacy panties crowned with a living filet.

"Woah! Is that real? Can I see it?" Anna couldn't but help staring at the panties in wonder.

"Sure." Beth handed over the intimate garment to Anna.

"Mom says they're called pussy panties. She said that's what this part is called here." Pointing at the filet nestled in the center of the panties. "Mom said she had it custom made from me awhile back and it always drove Dad wild when she wore it. But since I'm starting to grow boobs now, Mom said its my turn to be sexy and she said I could start borrowing it. I just have to ask her."

"Hahaha, pussy. That's what you call a cat." Anna laughed while listening intently to her friend's story. Anna had an idle thought about why exactly cats were called pussy cats before she turned her attention back to the garment in her hands. She poked at the panties and marveled at the way they opened up to her touch, revealing the pink tunnel inside.

"These panties are so sexy! Do you think my mom would let me make my pussy into one if I asked?" Anna shivered slightly at saying the grown up word. It felt naughty to her but somehow also felt right.

"Wellp, there's only one way to know. You have to ask her!" Beth took back her panties. She neatly folded up the sexy garment to store safely in her locker. She wouldn't need them for soccer practice and it would just get in the way if she wore it.

Anna watched on enviously. "I'll definitely ask mom about my pussy when I get home," she thought to herself.

Chapter II
Anna entered her home with a loud, "I'm home mom!"

A moment later, a voice responded with an "I'm in my bedroom dear."

Anna dutifully removed her shoes and stored away her soccer ball before going to see her mom. The door to her mom's room was open. A small lump came to her throat as Anna gazed at the beautiful woman that raised her. "Mom's so pretty," Anna though, "I hope one day I'll be as pretty as her."

Julie was an attractive woman in her early 30s but today Anna though she was downright gorgeous. She had been preparing herself for a night out with her friends and had done up her hair in wavy curls and was dressed in a stunning gown that accentuated her curves perfectly.

Upon seeing her daughter standing in the doorway staring at her, Julie beckoned her over. "Hey there sweetheart, how was practice today?"

Anna walked over and wrapped her arms around her mother's slim waist in a gentle hug, welcoming her mother's warm hands around her. It was a very sweet moment for both girls before the mother let go and again started busying herself getting ready for her night out.

Anna hopped on her mother's bed then told her all about the goals she scored in practice and how she doesn't like the new uniforms and how her friend Beth has a new pair pussy panties. Anna rambled on with Juile only half listening with an occasional, "That's nice dear."

"...and she said it's called a pussy! I'm supposed to have one too, right? But I've never seen it before, do you know where it is?" Her curiosity was burning and she really wanted to know more about her body parts.

"Hrm, what was that dear?"

"MOM! Are you even paying attention to me? I asked where my pussy was?"

"Anna!" Julie spun around to face her daughter who was grinning mischievously, "Where did you hear that word? And why do you want to see that thing anyways?"

"My friend Beth said that's what grown ups call it. Is that true? Can I see it?"

Julie blushed a bit before continuing, "Well your friend Beth is right but you're not a grown up yet. So no using that word. As for where it is, I had it converted into an Afterglow compact a long time ago. I keep it with me for safe keeping. Its the silver disk in my purse."

Julie fished around in her bag for a second before pulling out a small silver compact. Emblasoned on one side was the the word Afterglow in stylish lettering. There was a small button on along the edge and pressing it caused the compact to swing open. The top disk held a polished mirror but inside the bottom disk was a pristine pair of nether lips. It was stretched to fit the disk with the lips slightly parted so the vaginal channel was shown and the clit on top was clearly visible as a little bead.

Anna's eyes grew wide at seeing her filet for the first time in years, nestled inside this shiny silver disk. "Wow, it's so smooth. Is that really my filet? But why is it in there?" She looked at her mother with expectant confusion.

Julie gave a melodious chuckle at her daughter's face. "Not anymore, dear and its all in the name. Here, I'll show you what it's for."

Julie placed a finger at the top of the filet, over the clit and began to run in slow even circles. After a moment, beads of arousals began to form and collect inside the open vaginal channel. With a dainty finger, Julie swiped the pooling dew then ran the finger across her lips, coating each one in a thin layer of girl cum.

Putting on her teaching expression, Julie explained to her daughter, "Afterglow products are very expensive but they specialize almost exclusively in living filet products and girl cream. Girl cream has many health and culinary purposes but I can only ever get a few beads of cream to use as a lip gloss. Still, I think it looks pretty good on me. What do you think?"

Anna had to catch her breath again. When her mother started rubbing her filet she felt a strange tickle in her belly and a keen sense of anticipation. Then it was gone and her mother was here again, smiling at her with glistening and full lips. Anna was lost for a second before shaking out of her stupor.

"Mom! You're beautiful! But what do you mean you can't get more cream? Is it broken? Can I try it?"

Julie was a little taken back by her daughter's words. She was pleased Anna thought she was beautiful but felt a momentary pang of selfishness when her daughter asked her for the compact. Julie was very possessive of it but the feeling passed quickly and she deposited it in Anna's eager hands.

"Be careful with that dear and I want it back. Remember what I said, it was very expensive." Her mother warned. "Anyways, it works by rubbing here, at this little button here," pointing at the clit. "That's how you activate the dew."

Anna tentatively touched the fleshy button her mom pointed at and felt a small electric shock in her lower area. She rubbed it first as her mother did then a little harder and a little faster. After a moment, the rising need in her belly became a crescendo and the vaginal channel filled up completely with dewy liquid. Anna let out a small moan before crumpling on the bed a bit but luckily for her, Julie was there to catch her.

"My goodness Anna, what's gotten you so worked up? And oh my, look how much dew you were able to make!" Julie looked wonderingly at the filled vaginal channel. "My my, you're quite good at this. Maybe I should ask you to help me whenever this runs dry."

Anna nodded at her mother's praise, her face still flushed from an orgasm she didn't understand. "But what do we do with all of it now."

"Well, I said it has many uses right? Normally, I only was ever able to coax out a little before but with your help, lets see what it can do. Vanity Fair had an article about this type of thing and they said 9 out of 10 doctors say it's very good for the skin. Let's try that. Take a little bit with your fingers and spread it over my face."

Anna dipped a finger in the vagina and smeared the cream on her mother's face, working it into the skin. Her tongue stuck out in concentration, trying to get very last bit of flesh. When she was done Julie went to face the mirror to admire her daughter's work. The cream worked it's way into the skin and worked better then any make up she'd used before. It lifted her few wrinkles and smoothed over her few blemishes to the point where she looked at least 10 years younger.

"Oh my, you did such a good job Anna! I look better then I did when I was in grade school." She turned to hug her daughter. "Now I just need one more thing and I'll be ready for my date tonight." She fetches a delicate pair of earrings from her dresser before handing them to Anna. "Do you mind, dear?"

Anna glances at the earring studs in her hand and feels a strange sort of connection to them. Since she's doesn't remember her nipples, she couldn't have known that's what she held in her little hand. All she knew for sure was that it was very valuable and they looked very sexy. She pins one each on her mother's ears. "All done."

Julie glances in the mirror for a second before deciding she needed a better opinion. Striking a few modest poses and one or two risuqe ones for her daughter she asks, "What do you think, Anna? Am I ready for tonight?"

For the third time that day, Anna was stunned by her mother's beauty. Her face was perfection, smoothed by her girl cream. Her lips full and inviting with a glossy sheen that beckoned a kiss. Her figure curvy in all the right ways that made a woman. And the nipple studs in her ears only serving to draw greater attention to her beautiful face.

Anna nodded enthusiastically, "Mom, you're so beautiful, I want to take you out on a date myself!" Wait, where did that come from?

"Oh Anna, you're too sweet." She moved over to kiss her daughter on the forehead then went to pick up the compact. Dipping a finger in the open vagina, Julie deftly scoops up the last few beads of cream. Julie rubs her finger with her daughter's arousal on Anna's lips before she playfully says, "There. Look at you, a beautiful girl you and a perfect date you'd be."

Snapping the pussy compact shut, with a small yelp from Anna she said, "I'll be out for a few hours tonight. Don't stay up too late tonight."

Anna watched her mom leave. There was a confusing heat building in her tummy but she didn't know what to do about it. She wondered aloud what a date would be like with her beautiful mother. There was a warmth and slight itch that formed between her legs at the thought. She rubbed her legs together a bit but could never quite reach the itch. Sighing with the frustration, she settled down to watch some TV before going to bed.

Chapter III
The following Monday, Julie had been receiving compliments on her beauty all day at the grocery store where she worked although many of the men and some of the women did not know what changed about her. A new haircut? Maybe a new perfume? Makeup? Only a few women knew it was the latter. On her lunch break her friend Mary pulled her aside to talk.

"Okay girlfriend, spill. What's have you been doing to yourself? You look like a million bucks!"

"Its this new moisturizer I've been using. Or maybe it's an old one? It didn't used to work so well but my daughter Anna has the magic touch and can coax a ton of cream out of it."

Julie pulls out the Afterglow compact and hands it to Beth.

Beth presses the button to open it up and admires her features in the mirror for a second before looking at the pristine pussy nestled in the bottom half of the compact. The little pussy was hairless and utterly smooth. The lips were slightly parted to allow the cream a place to pool. The clit little more then a bead.

"Hey, is this your daughter's..." Beth starts but doesn't finish saying. Handing the compact back over to Julie.

"It was once but I had it converted into an Afterglow compact a long time ago. She was such a precious child, I couldn't bear the thought of her one day getting married and leaving me so I had a part of her made into something that I could hold onto and remember her forever." Julie clutches the compact to her breasts as she says this.

Beth dabs at a tear in her eye. "Oh, that's so beautiful. I wish I thought about that with my own daughters. It would be nice to have a piece of them with me to remember them by."

"Well, more than just one piece, actually. Her little nipples were so cute too, I had to have them as well. Did you notice?" Julie blushes akwardly before brushing her hair back to perfectly reveal the little nipple studs in her ears.

"Wow, those look soo good on you. You have to let me borrow them someday!"

"Hahaha. Maybe. But I'm really rather attached to them you know. But did I ever tell you Anna's such a sweetheart. The other day, I was getting ready to hang out with friends and Anna helped me to get ready. She said I was so beautiful that she wanted to date me herself! Ha! Can you imagine it?"

"Well, why not date Anna?" Beth responded matter of factually. Then, at Julie's puzzled expression she continued explaining, "Look, you said it yourself that you would be sad if Anna ever started dating someone else and eventually married and left you. She's just about the age where boys are starting to pay attention to her. But right now you're still the most important person in her life. Don't let that chance slip away."

Julie was scandalized! "But she's my little girl! What would people say?"

"Who cares what they say." She places one arm comfortingly on Julie's shoulders. "The world is filled with all types, right? Nothing wrong with love finding love. Just go to the mall and look around. That will put your fears at rest."

Julie thought back to when she took her daughter to the mall to buy some new clothes. After a few hours of shopping, they stopped by the food court to eat and Julie had to admonish Anna from pointing at another table and giggling. At this other table, a girl about Anna's age was in a heavy make out session with an older woman. At that time Julie had to explain to Anna that it wasn't polite to stare and that two people sharing passion like that was perfectly normal.

"Perfectly normal, huh?" Julie thought to herself. She'd be a hypocrite if she thought there was anything wrong with loving her daughter.

"Hrm, you might be right. That's something to think about after work though." Just then the 30 minute alarm went off on her phone. "Back to it, I guess.

Both women got up and went back to work but the see of an idea was Julie and she found she couldn't really concentrate the rest of the day.

Chapter IV
It was finally Thanksgiving, a time of delicious food and family time. Anna was looking forward to this day all week but something was wrong with her mother. Julie had been distracted all week and Anna picked up on it almost immediately, with that intuitive sense that children have. Anna was worried for her mother and after nothing perked her up after a few days, Anna knew Thanksgiving day was the time to take action.

Since Julie lived alone with her daughter, their holiday parties together were always very modest. This Thanksgiving was no exception. With the rise of girl meat, they simply couldn't afford the traditional fare this holiday season. Still Anna was determined to make the most of what she had and she begged her mother to let her prepare the holiday meal. "Mom. You've worked so hard for us. Let me take care of the Thanksgiving meal today."

That caught Julie's attention. Her daughter was so mature sometimes and she wanted to encourage her. "Oh, that would be just lovely Anna. Thanksgiving is always just so hectic at the grocery store. But what should I do while you do all the hard work of cooking?"

"Oh, why don't you get dressed! If I'm going to go through all this trouble making a fancy meal, I want my date to look fancy too."

"Hahaha. So my daughter wants to take me out on a date does she? Okay, I'll play along. I'll start getting ready in my room and I'll be down in an two hours.

"Yeah! Sure thing, Mom. Two hours."

Julie heads to her room to change. She picks out her most flattering dress and does up her hair in a simple but elegant style. Finally it is time to apply her makeup and she pulls out her Afterglow compact. To her surprise, it takes very little effort to get it to cream this time and she has more than enough to apply to her face and lips. Somehow, handling this cream always fills her with warmth. She's not entierly sure if its the nutrients in the cream or something else but when she emerges from her room she feels radiant.

Anna was waiting for her mom and what she waited for left her stunned. Her mom was gorgeous! Well, she was always gorgeous but even more so today. She looked and was delighted to see her mother was wearing the nipple earrings that were once a part of her. Something about those earrings Anna found so very sexy.

For Julie, Anna was wearing modest dress and did her absolute best to look sexy. But Julie had purchased those clothes herself and at best they were "cute." But cute was what Julie liked best about her daughter.

"Mom! You're beautiful!"

Julie smiled at her daughter, extending an elbow for her to hold. "Hello there little lady, were you looking for me?"

Anna locks her elbow with her mother's. Together they walk into the kitchen where Julie is surprised that Anna had set up a romantic candle lit dinner.

"Now just when did Anna have time to set this all up?" Julie thought to herself. But then again Anna can be quite resourceful when she wanted to be. And her young daughter only recently started flowering as a woman so her beauty regiment was wasn't fully developed and was much quicker then Julie's. Oh to be young again.

"And what will my lovely date be treating me with at dinner today?"

Anna unlocked her arm from her mother's and went to a pot at the stove. With a dramatic flourish she uncovered the pot and said, "Only the best for my lovely date tonight! I present to you, girl meat filet!"

Julie felt a momentary panic when Anna said girl meat filet. Did her daughter steal her credit card? They couldn't afford girl meat with inflation as it is!

Cautiously, Julie went to inspect the pot and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized it was just steamed ham. Girl meat was very expensive and there's no way Anna could afford it on her own and she did NOT need to find any new accidental bills on her credit cards and prefered her daughter to stay intact.

Julie made a show of breathing in the pasta. "Smells yummy!" But she couldn't help teasing her daughter and added "But it doesn't look like any girl meat I've ever had."

"I slave all day over a hot stove and this is all the appreciation I get?" Anna stuck her face out at her mom following a dramatic sigh. "I know girl meat is traditional for Thanksgiving but I know we can't afford it and I know you work so hard for us. But one day, I'll have a great job and I'll make girl meat for you every day, mom!"

Julie's playfulness dropped, touched at her daughter's empathy. With the full force of motherhood empowering her she moved to her daughter to embrace her in a fierce hug. "I love you Anna and really appreciate what you've made and I'm sure it will be delicious. You're the best thing that has ever happened to me and I'd rather be with you eating mashed potatoes and ham then in a fancy restaurant dining on girl meat."

After a moment's thought, "But do you really want girl meat? There might be a way if you're absolutely sure."

Anna couldn't help but nod her head. "I really do! I want this night to be perfect for us. But I don't want to break the bank..."

Julie is smitten knowing how much her daughter cares. "It's alright, honey. I may have just the thing."

Standing up together with Anna, Julie reaches into her bag and pulls out the silver disk of her pussy compact. Pressing the button to open it she sees Anna's face again enthralled at the sight of the filet nestled inside.

"You really like this compact, don't you. Well, so do I but there's is more here then what it seems."

Here, give me your hand. Anna places her small hand in Julie's larger one. Julie extends out Anna's index finger and begins to rub circles around the clit. Anna blushes as the confusing heat begins to build up in her again and the dew of arousal once again beads and pools into the open vagina. Julie takes Anna's finger again and dips it into the vagina taking a fingerful of the cream. She then smears it all over Anna's small fingers.

Anna watches on fascinated at how slick the cream is on her hand.

Julie explains, "This cream is more than just a moisturizer. It's also a very good lubricant. Its used to slip things together and that's what we're going to do now. Inside this filet is a treasure that you and I can share, if you can reach it without breaking it. Do you think you can do that, Anna?"

Julie is holding Anna's slick hands in hers as she looks directly into her young daughter's eyes. I'm serious Anna, I'm very fond of this compact and I don't want it to tear so if you feel it begin to rip, you have to tell me."

Anna nods in understanding.

"Alright then. Here we go."

Julie guides Anna's small hand back to the pussy and gently enters a finger inside. First one, then another, and another. Anna had never felt anything like this before! She felt so wonderfully full and they haven't even eaten yet. There was also a small bit of pain and a little stretching but the confusing heat in her belly masked it all.

"How are you doing Anna? Does everything feel okay? Nothing hurts?"

"It's so tight! But it's slick too and my fingers hand slips around everywhere. How much further can I go? Can I put my whole arm inside?"

Anna squeals with excitement, ready to thrust her entire arm inside the vagina. But Julie is faster and stops her. "Woah there, kiddo. One step at a time. You're almost to the end."

Anna was a little disappointed to find there was an end but she immediately perks up when she realizes she's almost at the treasure.

"Alright Anna, now I want you to slowly extend one finger and feel ahead of you. Can you do that for me? Slowly! I know it's tight in there."

Anna did as she was told and a finger slowly uncurled from her fist. She was panting now but not from the excitement. Something about all of this was just so very exciting for her and she didn't know why. With her finger extended she touched something at the end of the vagina. It felt soft but also felt like there was another opening there. Something else she could squeeze into? Touching made her feel a little tickle inside of her belly!

"I feel something, Mom."

"Okay honey, remember where that's at and pull your hand back out, gently."

Anna was disappointed, but did what her mother asked. Slowly, the full feeling left her belly and Annas hand came out with a loud plop. Anna giggled seeing her arm. She waved it to her mother. "Look Mom, I'm all shiny!"

"Oh, and look, Mom. The filet is all open now." Anna looked back at the pussy and was surprised to see how much more open it was. Where before, it could only pool a few ounces of cream, now it could probably fit a cup or more!

Julie looks on proudly at her daughter. "You did good Anna. And now for the hard part."

Julie turns on the flashlight on her phone and points it at the filet. For the first time Anna could see all the way to the back to the pink opening of the cervix.

"Do you see that honey, that's a cervix and I'll need you to cut it out with a special q-knife. I'd would do it myself but my hands are just a little too big to fit. It has to be your little fingers. Do you understand this responsibility? A q-knife isn't a toy so you have to be grown up not and be serious."

Anna's eye's grow wide. "A cervix? My cervix?" She thought with a small panic. No, wait. This is her Mom's compact. This means this is her mother's and she's willing to share! Anna marveled at her mother's generosity and nodded solemnly that she understood.

"Alright then, here you go." Julie reaches into a cabinet in the kitchen and pulls out a delicate looking knife and handing it to Anna. A scalpel would be a better word to describe it though Anna had never seen one before. On one side of the knife was the Q-tech logo.

"Just like before. The filet is a little more open this time so that should make it easier for you to guide in. Use that blade to cut a circle around the cervix."

Anna guided her small hand back into the filet. This time leading with the q-knife. It was easier this time, like her mother said, but nothing is so easy when you can't see. Once her forearm was inside the pussy her line of sight was blocked. She had to rely on muscle memory to remember where the cervix was at.

Pushing forward with the q-knife, she felt a small pinch in her abdomen as it pierced her flesh. Slowly, she cut around until she made a complete circle and wondered how she felt something almost detach within herself.

Anna's face betrayed her confusion and Julie correctly guessed that she was finished. "If you're all done dear, pull your arm out again gently but be quick. We don't have a lot of time."

Alarmed, Anna pulled back her hand then handed the q-knife back to her mom. Turning her phone flashlight again to the filet, Julie inspected inside. Anna looked too and was delighted when her mom said, "Perfect! Anna, you're such a natural at this. Okay, reach inside and wrap your hands around the cervix and pull everything out."

Once again Anna reached inside the filet. Bit by bit her forearm disappeared, even more then before. When she was almost up to her elbow, her slim fingers felt the dangly portion of her detached cervix. Anna wrapped her hand around the organ, just as her mother said and grimaced a bit at the odd feeling.

Julie was watching her daughter carefully. When she saw her making faces she quickly ordered, "Now pull, hard!"

Anna wasted no time tugging hard on her insides. The feeling was indescribable! She was being evicerated! But at the same time there was warmth in her belly from being so very full. Quickly, her small hand clutching her equally cervix, womb, and ovaries popped into view. At the same time, the pussy spasmed spraying both their faces with cream.

Anna collapsed in a heap in her mother's arms, exhausted. Wonderingly looking at this bright pink thing she was holding onto.

"Good job Anna!" Her mother cried out in pride. "You did it! I'm so proud of you. I know you wanted to prepare Thanksgiving all by yourself but I think we make a great team. Let's work together on this one. Oh, and look at your face, covered in cream!"

Anna's face fell for a moment thinking she botched her Thanksgiving meal before Julie moved to her daughter and licked the cream off her face, mimicking a cat cleaning her kittens. Anna giggled at the display. "Mom! Stop!" But she made no effort to actually stop her.

Once Julie stopped licking her, Anna noticed her mother's face was also covered in cream. "You're turn now, mom!" And she pounced on her licking all the cream away. Suddenly she was aware of just how delicious it tasted. It was like apricots to her. But it didn't taste like that last time when her mom used it as a lip gloss on her.

Julie laughed as her daughter cleaned her up. But grew concerned as her daughter's playful expression became more serious as she tasted the cream on her face. "What is it dear? Is everything all right?"

"Everything is fine Mom, but I was just wondering why this time the cream tasted like apricots. It didn't taste like that before."

"You're right, dear! It didn't. But after all your help this week getting out this cream I kinda got bored with the vanilla flavor. But remember how I said Afterglow specializes in living filet products? The compact came with an app that lets you change the flavor whenever you want. Here take a look at this."

Julie shows her phone to her daughter and there several different flavors are displayed under the Afterglow app. Anna reaches out and touches the button stylized as a strawberry. Suddenly she feels a slight pinch and an electric jolt shoot through her nethers! It hurts for a second before going away.

"Strawberry, huh? That's one of my favorites too. Wellp, now all that's left is to get this pussy juicing again."

"Mom! You said the naughty word!"

"Haha, you're right dear, I did. But you were so grown up just now I thought you would be ready for it. Was I wrong?" Julie teased her daughter.

"No!" Anna proclaimed proudly. "I'm all grown up and ready for you."

"Hahaha. Well then, miss grown up. Do you think you can get this pussy juicy again? We'll need it for the marinade. Your hands are probably tired from squeezing into the pussy so why don't you use your mouth instead?"

Anna was confused? "My mouth? How does that work?"

Julie laughed again. She pointed to the clit and instructed, "Just place your lips here and gently suck. You'll know if you're doing it right after a few moments. But when you start to taste the cream I want you to avoid licking at the pussy tunnel. We need as much of it as we can get, okay?"

"Yes mom." Anna brought her face closer to the pussy and sniffed. It did smell rather tasty. She gave the clit a tentative lick and felt another jolt inside her. It didn't just smell tasty, it WAS tasty! Anna wrapped her lips around the clit with enthusiasm and began to suck and lick in earnest.

Meanwhile, Julie picked up the discarded womb. It was so small and cute, just like Anna. It's almost a shame to eat it but Vanity Fair said a womb was a super food and an aphrodisiac to boot! The perfect meal to share with someone you love.

Julie took the womb to the sink and began to wash it. Anna squealed as she felt something cold directly in her center. The pussy spasmed again and pink cream began to fill the vagina. Anna once again sniffed the pussy and was rewarded with the smell of strawberries and something else mixed in. Something that gave the strawberries a heady musky sent and made Anna weak in the knees.

With a mischievous glance at her mother's direction, Anna deftly lapped at the pussy. Taking care only to graze the outer lips and not take too much of the cream inside. The flavor was amazing! Anna tasted the sweetness of strawberries and also the musky sent she couldn't identify earlier. Something about it made her want more and she brought the pussy up to her mouth again.

"Anna!" Julie admonished. "That's enough. We need that for the baste."

With a sheepish grin, Anna set down the pussy compact but not without one last longing look at the strawberry cream inside. Wandering over to her mother's side she watched her mother prepare her womb.

Taking up the q-knife again, Julie deftly sliced off first one ovary then the other. Anna quickly brought her hands to her belly and wondered at the small pinches she just felt.

"Now, what should we use for stuffing?" Julie wondered aloud. She turns around to ask Anna what she thinks and realizes what to do. "Oh, I know! It would be a shame to waste all this food you made us with such love so lets use that. Would you like to help with this part too, Anna?"

Anna nods her a yes to her mom. "You're such a sweetheart, you know that dear?" Julie hands the womb to her daughter. "I want you to gently pull the cervix open while I stuff it full okay?"

"Alright, Mom." Anna places a thumb on either side of her cervix and slowly pulls it open.

It was such a weird feeling for Anna as Julie scooped up the Thanksgiving meal she prepared to stuff into her womb. There was diced ham, mashed potatoes, and various vegetables and each one felt different to Anna as it slid past her cervix. Anna liked the feeling of the baby carrots sliding through the most. Anna began to feel a warmth and fullness, similar to what she felt earlier but this time it was different. This warmth was different and more real and the feeling of being full was different from when she's eaten a large meal. Once the womb is fully stuffed Julie tells Anna she can set it down now. Anna does so and instantly the cervix snaps shut, trapping all the Thanksgiving meal inside.

Next, Julie picks up the Afterglow compact and dips a brush inside. Scooping up the cream, she lightly brushes the cervix. Then, after placing each of the ovaries in a wine glass, she gives each one a light brush as well before licking the brush clean. Anna looks on with a bit of envy as her mom got to taste more of the cream but not her.

Julie laughs at her daughter's expression. "Alright dear. That's all we needed. You can have what's left in the pussy."

Anna's face turns to joy as Julie hands her back the compact and this time Anna buries her tongue as far into the vagina as she can.

"Don't eat too much dear, or you'll spoil your appetite. Alright, this will take a little bit longer to cook so lets set it on low and we can watch a movie." Julie places the womb on a tray and slides it into the oven on low power.

Picking up the wine glasses containing the ovaries, she say, "Now these can be placed in the freezer." After doing so she says "All done, now what would you like to watch?"

Chapter V
Just as the credits begin to roll on screen there's a loud "ding" that's heard from the kitchen.

"Perfect timing." Julie gets up to stretch. "I'm starved."

"Me too," says Anna, stretching as well. It was a long movie but she couldn't concentrate on the film as halfway though the movie she began to fidget. She couldn't quite place the confusing feelings in her abdomen. Part of her was warm and full, but two parts of her was chilly. It was uncomfortable but not too terrible. She found that licking the pussy her mother had given her helped to dull the uncomfortable feeling and it tasted great too.

Julie was amused at her daughter's antics. Anna really loved the taste of pussy it seems. Maybe Anna was a lesbian afterall and Mary's advice to start dating her wasn't so far fetched.

Both girls head into the kitchen and Julie pulls open the oven to take out the womb. Suddenly the delicious smell of girl meat fills the air. Julie places the womb at the center of the table where Anna sits expectantly. They both gaze at the fruit of their work together. The once pink womb had turned a golden brown and from the cervix a Thanksgiving feast of mashed potatoes, ham, and veggies began to leak through. It was the perfect stuffing.

"What do you think, Anna?"

"Wow Mom, it looks delicious! Did we really make this together?"

"We sure did honey. Here." Julie slices off a portion of the womb and places it and a scoop of stuffing onto Anna's plate before repeating the same for her self.

"Thank you, Anna, for helping me prepare this mouth watering meal. Now, let's eat."

With that, both girls began digging into the feast in front of them. Julie had tasted girl meat before, after all, who hadn't? But this was some of the best she had ever had. Silently she cursed herself for not being a better chef, but even if she was, she had no idea how she would make this more delicious then it already was.

For Anna, this was her very first taste of girl meat and whether she was fully conscious of the fact or not, this was her own meat. To Anna, this was the best tasting thing she has ever had in her life! She could eat this every single day and never get tired of it. She ate with gusto before she heard her mother's melodious laugh.

"Slow down, Anna." Julie gently chided her daughter, "It's not going anywhere and there's still plenty left. I want you to take your time to taste it properly."

Anna listened to her mother and slowed down her eating. She took a moment to reflect on the taste and texture of the meat but her young mind could find nothing similar to what she was eating to describe it with. It didn't taste like chicken, or pork, or beef. It tasted like girl, unique, and wonderful girl. And it filled her with a kind of warm loving feeling.

"This is delicious Mom. Thank you for sharing this womb with me."

"Of course! It's Thanksgiving and girl meat is traditional after all."

Anna finished her plate and reached out to get more before her mother stopped her. "Honey, before you get too settled on that flavor, why don't you try strawberry cervix too. Here you go."

Julie reached out to cut the cervix from the womb then cut it in half down the center with one part each for each of them.

Anna poked at the cervix in front of her and giggled at its squishiness. Then she speared a piece with her fork before bringing it up to her face to gently sniff it. It smelled of strawberries, which makes sense since that was how it was basted. Placing the morsel in her mouth, she chewed.

Anna was at a loss of words. Her face was a bit flushed chewing on the cervix and the delicious heat in her body was becoming almost feverish. Something was happening with her. Her body wanted something, something very much!

Julie was feeling the same way. Everything up till now had all been in playful fun, to her at least. But girl meat is a powerful aphrodisiac and veal is even stronger. Julie wanted nothing more then to touch herself right then and there but she refrained for her daughter's sake.

"How do you feel honey?"

"I feel hot, Mom." Anna's breathing was shallow and her face flushed with warmth. "I feel like I want to touch myself but I don't know where! I feel like I want to touch YOU!"

Julie was shocked and pleased but too far gone from girl meat to argue. But the last rational part of her mind told her to stop. This is your daughter and you have to do this right.

"Hold that thought dear. There is only last thing for us try." On unsteady legs she gets up to reach out to the freezer. Inside she pulls out the two wine glasses containing Anna's ovaries.

She picks one up and tells Anna to open her mouth. "Don't chew on this dear, just hold it in your mouth by your teeth." Anna opens wide and Julie places the frozen ovary inside.

Anna dares not lick it for fear she shouldn't be able to stop herself from munching down. But to Anna's delighted surprise, her mother brings her face to her own and deftly kisses her. She swirls the ovary in Anna's mouth for a moment as she French kisses her daughter before scooping it out with her tongue. With a loud crunch, Julie bites down hard on the ovary and moans in pleasure as the nectarial taste with hints of strawberries fills her mouth and very being with the warmth of Anna's love.

Anna blinks in surprise, kissing the air for a moment before realizing her mother pulled away. She sees her mother devour her ovary and moan in pleasure and for a moment that's all she wants too. She HAS to eat an ovary. Her whole life is meaningless if she can't have one.

Julie watches her daughter with lidded eyes before saying in a husky voice. "Steady Anna. Just like I showed you." Julie opens her mouth wide.

With great will power, Anna places the ovary in her mother's mouth, moments before her will power breaks and she dives into her mother in a frantic French kiss dueling with her tongue for the remaining ovary.

Julie knows what her daughter wants, as she secretly craves it too. But with great love for her daughter, Julie pushes the ovary forward with her tongue. All the easier for Anna to grab it, which she does promptly.

Crunch!

The nectarial taste of girl and strawberries fills Anna's center and her body feels like it is going to over heat. But with no pussy for relief Anna just whimpers, "Mom. Mommy, can I lick you?"

"Yes, oh god yes!" Julie lifts up her dress and pulls down her panties and Anna delves in with a passion. Both girls are inflamed with lust but only Julie has a way out.

Anna eats her mother. And she eats her mother. And she eats her mother. For hours, it seems, Anna does nothing but eat her mother out in blind passion. This is what Anna's body wants, to touch a pussy connected to a person, and Julie's was right there for her. Anna's mom has always been there for her.

Julie moans out in passion at the feelings of her daughter lapping at her center. Just like Anna, she was overcome with the aphrodiasic of girl meat.

As Anna's frantic licking began to calm down, Julie was the first regain her senses. She could still feel her daughter's tongue inside her trying to reach every inch of her tunnel. Patting her daughter's on the head she whispered, "Wrap your arms around my hips and place your feet on top of mine. I'm going to take us to the bedroom."

Anna was still lost in her passion but the dutiful daughter in her heard her mother's voice and obeyed.

Julie slowly crab walked to her bedroom with Anna still glued to her pussy, licking away. She gently laid down so as not to disturb Anna from her feast and drifted away stroking her daughter's head between her legs.

"Mom?" In between licks. "Mommy? Does this mean we're girlfriends now?"

"Why yes dear, I do believe it does."

"I love you, Mom." Anna drowsily goes back to her meal.

"I love you too, Anna. And happy Thanksgiving." Both girls slowly fade back to sleep.

Chapter VI
Mother and daughter or perhaps girlfriend and girlfriend spent the next few days rationing out the girl meat they had and engaging in passionate sex together.

The following Monday, there was a change again in Julie. No one knew what happened but Mary could guess.

On their lunch break, Mary once again slid up to Julie. "Someone had a happy Thanksgiving," she emphasized the "happy" part. "Sooooo, what happened?"

With whispered excitement, "You were right! Anna asked me out on a date and we had stuffed womb and now were dating and everything is so perfect!"

Mary blinked in astonishment. "Woah! You had stuffed womb? Isn't that insanely expensive right now? How could you afford that???"

"I can't. But Anna looked so sad that we didn't have girlmeat for Thanksgiving so I took it from the internals in my compact."

"Wow! I can't believe you were willing to share a stuffed womb with your daughter. I don't know if I could have held back and not eaten it all myself. But Vanity Fair says that's powerful stuff how did she take it?" Mary was concerned for Anna but also a little intrigued.

"She was the most passionate and generous lover I have ever had. You know with other lovers it's a give and take? I'm almost ashamed to admit it but with Anna all she does is give and give and GIVE. She must have ate me out for hours. I swear, when I woke up the next morning she was STILL eating me out."

"Wow, that's amazing! You're so lucky to have her. You and Anna are going to make a cute couple. I told you it would work out. I'm jealous of you, you know."

"Hahaha. That's kind of you to say, Mary. But there's no need to be jealous. As I recall, you have two daughters of your own at home."
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> you can easily see the parts where I was inspired by Aoi Hikari's works

Lol, I can't. Indeed, as soon as Q-knife was mentioned it made me think of Car Fight and Susan - A Girl Apart.

Not to say that I didn't enjoy it at all, but unfortunately I can't say I enjoyed this story as much as Car Fight and Susan. But that's more because it took things in a direction that felt more weird, and also the whole mother/daughter incest isn't my thing. Can't say anything bad about writing, just didn't happen to fit my fetish.


Here I shall post what I have written. Thanks to my brain and my inspirations Edward Hyde and Aoi Hikari
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A rare case Onix speaks truth and it's not even him.


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This is a story based on an anonymous request in the writing prompts thread. I can't promise to update frequently, but I can promise updates will come.
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I demanded my tithe on the 17th day of the Month of Love. They will provide me with one beautiful young human woman every month for my consumption. In my infinite generosity, I spared them the details of the nature of my "consumption" of their daughters. All they need know is the succulent young things I steal away last me less than a month & will never be seen again.

Additionally, my magnanimity granted them a reprieve: I would collect my tithe on the first of every month. Since I had not informed them of the tax until the 17th, I graciously forgave their debt for the current month, & they need not pay me until the 1st of the Month of Flames. I also kindly informed them that they would not owe me back payments for the four long months I lived near their village with not a single copper worth of tribute given to me.

Surprisingly, they weren't enthused by my kindness, nor cowed with awe at my illustrious beauty. Even pointing out the obvious fact that my presence would frighten away other monsters did nothing to cheer them up. I do not hold this against them however. They are simple creatures, & it is likely that they were so overcome with gratitude that they simply didn't know how to properly express it!

Finally, when the 1st of the Month of Flames came I was beside myself! I had not received tribute of this nature in decades. I found the lucky woman clad in rags & tied quite unwillingly to a standing stone on a hill by the edge of town. Scholar though I am, I admittedly have some small trouble judging human ages on occasion – they stay roughly the same size for most of their short lives, you know. This particular specimen was probably between the ages of 15 & 60 & was definitely a female.

With a single claw stroke, I ripped off her ropes, her rags, & a large chunk of her left arm. Oops. In my defense, I never claim to be perfect, only very close to it.

She screamed so loudly, & when I picked her up, that red human blood of hers stained my scales. Not that most would be able to tell the difference in colour, but still. I flew swiftly back to my lair, where I intended to use the spring water that flows through it to wash off her dirt, tears, & now, blood. I take good care of my fuckdolls, & don't let any libelous human tell you otherwise – I will not fuck her unless she is at least bathed, which seems a foreign concept to these Western animals. The Eastern sort at least had the courtesy to wash up before going to their deaths.

Soon into the flight she stopped making the noises. I thought I may have killed her, but no, she was just unconscious, either from fear, pain, the sudden altitude shift, or whatever else makes humans cease functions. She woke up fairly quickly when submerged in the spring-fed bath, which I found endearing. When I let her go she choked & choked & choked. Perhaps a portent of things to cum.

The bathing seemed to calm her down, particularly when allowed to do it without my assistance. They really are fascinating creatures when you get to just watch them move up close. Her breasts were juicy, not the largest in the land, but certainly impressive. Her hair was orange as flame, which I found remarkable – never had I seen such a thing before!

She told me about herself as she washed, seemingly having come to terms with her fate, more or less. I was exactly right about her age! She was 46. Apparently, she worked as a prostitute until just last week, when she slept with a married man. For this crime, they made her my toy for the month. How fascinating! Obviously this goes against the exact terms of my request, but I was intrigued enough by the possibilities of this woman to overlook that for now.

When she finished, she stepped from the pool, knelt before me with grace, & offered herself up to be eaten. Of course! I nearly forgot I hadn't told her the true nature of my desires. So I absconded to my hoard & demanded she follow me.

By the time she caught up to me on her short little legs, I was already lying on my back atop my pile of gold, & stroking my magnificent cock. When she saw it she fell to her knees once more in shock & reverence. Now this is how humans should react! This woman, though condemned by her people, now found opportunity for the ultimate lay with the most amazing of men, even if it should be her last.

I barely needn't even prompt her! She humbly approached my draconic grandeur, sweet honey perpetually falling from between her legs.

"May I…?" she asked with a trembling voice, to which I nodded.

With my body so elevated upon my golden sea, she had to stand upon the tips of her toes to kiss my cockhead. She embraced it and licked its slit with all her training. I must say, you have not felt pleasure until you have been sounded by a skilled human tongue! She then gave me a bodyjob for the ages~

I may have even blacked out for a moment amid my orgasm. Such decadent pleasure! When I looked down, she was covered in several inches of my seed, with the rest splattered about the room. She choked & coughed, just like when I placed her under water. She kept breathing, but every breath she sucked up more & more of my cum into her lungs. She shook & spasmed underneath the thick white blanket. It was quite entertaining! Though she was also a fantastic mate, so perhaps I should not let her die so soon…

When I licked the seed from her face she looked back up to me as if I was a god. Finally! This whore has more sense than any other human I have met! She deserves recognition & respect – I would even record her name for the ages, if I cared enough to ask it.

With every service comes payment, however, so I pinched her damaged arm in one claw & pushed down on her ample chest with another. It took hardly any force to pull her arm free from her body, & her screams rang out once more. The blood pouring from her shoulder mixed beautifully with my pure seed to form a beautiful pink slurry~

While she writhed in agony, I sampled a bit of the flesh off her severed arm. It was alright, though humans are far from ideal eating, being generally too small & boney. For more information see my cookbook, which is perhaps the best & most in-depth published in the last half-century!

With her arm bone revealed, however, I could sound myself while I watched her bleed out. My cock had somewhat softened since my near-drowning of her, & I needed to harden back up for what came next. And what better way to do that than to watch an animal scream & struggle as the lifeblood leaves its veins? I didn't intend for her to actually die yet, of course, but she didn't know that.

Once she calmed herself enough to form words once more, then the begging started. Bargaining, trying to cut a deal, find any way out of this. Her eyes focused on my rising cock the entire time: she knew I was getting off on this, so she had to make the case for why I should stop & ruin the fun for her sake. She was smart, by human standards at least. Perhaps I would even miss her.

Then she said something I found intriguing:

"Please sir, please burn me! You can breathe fire, right? It would be very sexy, & you would be able to keep playing with me. Please!! Please think of my screams"

That woman was truly fantastic. You, dear reader, should think about how you could be more like her. When you cross paths with a dragon, if you should be so lucky, hope that you can be half as flattering as this one was.

I graciously took her up on her offer.

I pursed my lips & exhaled a very narrow cone of flames, so as to avoid lethal damage to her. As promised, she screamed beautifully, but I was more interested in the bubbling & popping I heard coming from her. When I ceased, I found the source: her left breast was so close to the intense heat, that fat within melted, then boiled, popping it open & permanently disfiguring her!

It was wondrous to view the inside of her breast: it leaked rendered fat like a volcano from several tears along its surface. Her nipple seemed to be completely gone (I later found it sitting atop my gem collection). She also had noticeable burns across a third of her body, but they seemed trivial – luckily that striking orange hair of hers survived untouched, the dragonfire cauterized her wound, & she wasn't dead yet. Those were the only three things I really cared about.

I scooped her up & rubbed her cunt on my cockhead, then stopped to consider. Did I really want to do this? She was so reverent, & quite skilled in the carnal arts. Plus, that beautiful hair…

She sensed my hesitation, but knew better than to speak her case, instead just giving a pleading look. Good girl.

But not good enough. I pulled her down over my cock & savored the crack of every bone in her torso. She would've made a good companion, but I'll have another one next month. No need for commitment.

My 3-foot-long cock was embedded most of the way into her. I felt her heartbeat pulsing next to my tip. Her lungs tried to fill, but had no room to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to silently indicate there was still time to save her: I could stop now & she'd be permanently crippled, but alive.

But I already made my choice, & a real dragon does not rethink his decisions. So with another stroke she was fully removed, all my penile ridges ripping the entrails from her body. She sucked in a haggered breath, but with her diaphragm in ribbons she couldn't manage much.

Another thrust down, deeper this time. I felt her heart pop when I rammed it against her shattered collarbone. I had to pace myself so I didn't finish early, so I paused for a bit, playing with her ruined breast.

After a few seconds of waiting, I pulled her up one last time, & pinched a claw around her neck. I held it in place while I slammed the rest of her body down. My cock pushed every one of her shattered vertebrae out of her neck hole while her now-decapitated head watched on with its last few moments of life. I then set her head to the side so it wouldn't get dirty during what came next.

Her body was now fully transformed into a ruined cocksleeve, fulfilling her once & eternal purpose on this mortal plane. With my trophy taken & safely hidden, there was nothing to stop me from cutting loose & fully enjoying her corpse. It only took me a few more strokes before I burst inside her, spraying draconic seed from her esophagus & painting her insides white.

I intermittently used her over the next week. Each time, she would get more & more hollowed out by my enormous cock. I kept her head on my trophy shelf with the rest of my conquests. Unfortunately, when I moved, I was in a bit of a hurry, so I wasn't able to bring all my previous ones, but I would soon replace them. This whore with the flaming hair would surely make a fine addition to my new collection!

As for her arm, I dropped it off in the village, along with a warning that next time they should send me someone actually young. And preferably willing.

And the one they sent the next month surely did not disappoint!
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You have an idea for a story, but don't feel like you'll be able to write it by yourself? Dump it in this thread.

You want to write something, but don't know what? Dig through this thread and maybe you'll find some inspiration.
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May I ask for a fic based on someone trying this rollercoaster?


Again, these are not my stories. They're from the old Gurochan. They are written by the quite talented and very missed author Rosie. I'd say he the Edward Hyde before Ed started writing. Enjoy:

Ellie Wants a Swing:

"Daddy, I want a swing."

Elle was a cute nine year old girl with a pale complexion and long red heair gathered into two pony tails. She was thin to the point her limbs looked almost too fragile to support her own weight. She also had brown eyes and a cute smile on her face, which was meant to melt her father's heart so he would do what she wants.

"I don't have one."

Nick was getting annoyed. His daughter asked for a swing for what seemed to be a millionth time, despite him declining every time. He loved her smile and her big eyes, but they didn't work this time - he was busy and really did not have a swing, or even a spare tire to hang from the tree in their backyard.

"Pretty pleeeeeease." She leaned closer to Nick, so he could see down her pink blouse. She didn't have breasts yet, but she knew he loved looking at her nipples. She was also amused by the fact that he still haven't noticed she constantly let him see them on purpose and not just accidentally.

"No means no, El. End of topic." Nick replied harshly and tried to focus on the laptop in front of him, but the view he was getting down Elle's blouse was very distracting.

A tear formed in the corner of Elle's eye and she started silently weeping, like she practiced many, many times before.

"Aww, don't cry, baby. We really don't have a swing." He hugged his daughter and one of his hands instinctively landed on her buttocks.

"I just wanted to play on one, all my friends have them." She said through the tears. It really seemed important to her.

"You know what? I'll get you a swing under two conditions."

"Really?" Elle's face immediately lit up with anticipation.

"You'll stop bugging me."

"Sure!" A smile returned to her face.

"And I will cover your eyes and you won't peek until I finish."

"Ok! I love you, daddy!" She kissed him all over his face.

Nick smiled to himself, reached to his bed ang grabbed his wife's eye mask, then covered Elle's eyes and tied the straps behind the back of her head as tight as he could, as they were way too long for a nine year old girl.

"Can you see anything?"

"Nuh-uh." She reached her hand in front of her, trying not to walk into anything. "Let's go then!"

He grabbed her tiny hand and they went downstairs together.


After five minutes it was done. Elle was standing on a garden table with her eyes covered and her father stood in front of her with a noose in his hand ant the other end of the rope attached to one of the lower branches of the tree they were both standing next to.

"Ready, Ellie?"

"Ready!" She was almost shaking with anticipation.

"Don't move now." He quicky grabbed her arms with one hand to restrain her and put the noose over her head with the other.

"What is this? What are you doing daddy?" She seemed confused.

"A surprise." He replied and removed the sleeping mask, then before she could wrap her head around what was happening he pushed her off the table and moved it away, so she couldn't reach it anymore.

At first she was surprised, but when the rope tightened around her neck she quickly became terrified. The pain was the worst feeling she had ever experienced. She instinctively started kicking around trying to reach the ground, but it was too far away. She tried reaching her hands to her neck, but the rope was too tight, she couldn't move it at all. Just when the initial shock started to wear out she felt a burning sensation in her lungs as they slowly filled with carbon dioxide instead of oxygen.

Nick sat on a garden chair and watched his daughter kick around in the air. Her short skirt exposed her white panties with each kick and his dick instantly grew hard, so he took it out and started masturbating to the sight.

"He's getting off to this!" Ellie thought. But she knew that he was always a pervert and that's just one of the reasons why she loved him. She was partly to blame for that, though, she always teased him and used her body to get what she wanted from.

She tried to say something, but couldn't get any coherent sound out of her mouth, so she decided that if she's going to die, she will at least give him a show. He did, after all, give her a swing, just like he promised.

Elle forced her arms to stop fighting the rope and she moved one of her hands under her skirt while lifting it with the other to give her dad a better view.

She reached inside her panties and started rubbing her clit between her undeveloped labia.

Nick was surprised. His daughter had been a tease for the past few years, but this was the first time he noticed she was a real slut. Stories of girls having an orgasm before their death were common, but he didn't think his daughter would start openly masturbating. And right in front of him!

Regardless of his surprise he was also incredibly aroused by her actions. He rubbed his dick slower, afraid he might finish before she died.

Elle got quickly tired of lifting her skirt as she lost her strength with each passing second, so she slid it down along with her panties as low as she could reach, then kicked them both off to the ground.

Nick had a great view of her bald prepubescent pussy and both her hands furiously rubbing her love button. Her hips rocked with an erratic rhythm, he wasn't sure whether that was due to her arousal, or her survival instinct kicking in, but either way he didn't care - he only cared about the show she was putting on for his pleasure.

Elle knew she had to be quick. She heard the stories about girls hanging for fifteen minutes and longer, but the story her body was telling seemed to be much shorter. Her neck hurt like hell, just like her lungs, her vision was slowly getting blurry and the sensations less intense. She put a finger inside her vagina in search of her g-spot while still rubbing her clit with her other hand.

"Such a shame I never got to fuck you." Nick looked into his daughter's eyes and saw that they seemed to be begging him to change that. After a short thought he decided to go for it.

Elle's hands sped up when she saw her dad approaching her and her heart skipped a beat when he grabbed her legs and pushed them apart. Her pussy was almost perfectly at his hip level, so he could easily fuck her without lifting her body and risking letting some air through the noose.

He placed his hands on her ass, his member at her virgin entrance and pushed. She would gasp, but she couldn't, so she only grabbed her father's shoulders and dug her nails into his skin to ease her pain.

He felt her nails sting slightly, but she was obviously losing strength quickly. He only put the tip of his cock in her so far, so he pushed harder. The walls of her vagina gave in and he slid all the way inside her. He looked into her brown eyes and saw a mix of love and pain, desire and fear. He kissed her parted lips and started thrusting slowly.

Elle carresed his sides and shoulders with her hands, the only sign of affection she could give in her current state. Her pussy ached because of the broken hymen, but it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. The feeling of fullness she experienced for the first and last time was strange, but pleasant. She gently rocked her hips with Nick's every thrust and moved one of her hands back to her clitoris.

Nick pumped harder and faster. He saw her enjoy it despite all the pain, so he wanted to give her as much pleasure as he could. He kissed his daughter's shoulder, then neck, then lips and then he gently bit her ear.

"I love you, El." He whispered.

Elle desperately wanted to respond, but couldn't. Instead she just smiled, grabbed his head and moved his face to hers to kiss him.

Suddenly she felt an orgasm coming, she started shaking, flexing her entire body, which only tightened the noose around her neck. It was the most intense orgasm she ever had, she felt pleasure in every nerve, in every body part, in every muscle. Wave after wave it drained all her strength to the point when she couldn't move at all anymore.

"I love you too, daddy. Thank you." She mouthed silently and everything went blank.

Nick didn't stop fucking her, even when he felt something warm flow between his legs right after he saw the life leaving his little girl's body. When he looked down he saw a weak stream of urine coming from her reddened pussy.

He picked up the pace and fucked her dead cunt without any restraints. He thrust as hard and deep as he could, even hitting her cervix every now and then. Her face looked so calm and pretty, without the slightest hint of life. Her eyes were still half open, but they were looking somewhere far beyond her father.

After less than a minute he couldn't hold it in any longer and shot a stream of hot cum inside Elle's dead pussy. He pushed as deep inside as possible, hiding entire length of his cock inside her as waves of semen pumped inside her womb.

He took his penis out and the cum started dripping from her body. She looked adorable in only her girly blouse and shoes with her pussy gaping open and dripping with their mixed juices.

He just stood there and hugged her rapidly cooling body for a few minutes to make sure life left her completely, then raised her corpse, loosened the rope and took her down.

"Come on sweetheart, let's get you into the shower. Your mother and I are going to have a lot more fun with you before your body goes bad." He carried her limp body to the house.
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Not that I know of.


As per Edward Hyde's request, I'm separately posting this story apart from his current series of sordid little tales.
This story is the custom written story as his reward for winning Edward's Sidney Roebuck fan-art competition held back in August.
I hope you all thoroughly enjoy it. And, as always, please let us know what you think of it. Have fun. :)
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Wow that was a feast in every sense! So glad the rest of us got to share Onix's reward :D


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