| # | Subject | Posts | Last Post |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | A Routine Punishment | 3 | 22 May 2012 02:43 |
| 2 | Puppy Mill | 232 | 22 May 2012 02:18 |
| 3 | Revenge of the Virgin | 3 | 22 May 2012 01:45 |
| 4 | Digimon diner. Snuff, beheading, cannibalism. | 24 | 22 May 2012 01:43 |
| 5 | Humanitarian Substitutions (ped, cannibalism, girl-hunting) | 1 | 21 May 2012 23:21 |
| 6 | Highschool massacre [sadism, schoolgirls, fantasy, f/f] - VOTE for options | 226 | 21 May 2012 16:25 |
| 7 | Unnamed story | 3 | 21 May 2012 06:45 |
| 8 | Adoption [Mass Effect, futa femshep, loli] | 7 | 21 May 2012 03:45 |
| 9 | Re-dead Rape (sort of death, corruption, rape, transgender) | 134 | 21 May 2012 03:40 |
| 10 | Ritual Desecration [Loli, Cann, Rape, Torture] | 1 | 20 May 2012 19:22 |
| 11 | The Study (nazi, oral, tort, noncons, ephebophilia) | 20 | 20 May 2012 00:27 |
| 12 | "Lifeless Beauty" Stories on Artificial Women | 49 | 19 May 2012 22:19 |
| 13 | Death scene. (Part 1) | 6 | 18 May 2012 21:34 |
| 14 | The Crucifixion of Elise | 5 | 18 May 2012 09:34 |
| 15 | Mistress Avena's Evil Empier | 14 | 18 May 2012 02:02 |
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"You're very cute, but you know we can't let you go," I whispered to the defiant young teen, who'd met our border without papers. I held her nubile face, she trembled and her nipples pricked embarrassingly through her thin, short dress. "Let's get this dress off you ok? Be a doll and help me strip you naked for everyone to see," I pulled the straps off her shoulders and she wiggled her attractive hips until the dress crumpled around her feet.
"What are you going to do to me sir?" the naked youngster asked me, fighting to keep some calm in her voice.
"Shhh," I brushing a thumb along her lips and smiled. "Come over here," I said, moving the poor thing along toward our special chair with straps. "Take a seat honey, snuggle that ass real tight," I sat her down and the protrusion wedged itself up her pooper so she bit her lip and winced.
"Why is this necessary?" she shot me a pained look, aiming for coldness. I saw only fear and humiliation on the girl's face, she knew I saw and fresh blush rose on her freckled cheeks. "Is this protocol?"
I laughed and snapped rubber gloves on my hands. "Yes, actually. We can't let you shit yourself during this procedure can we?"
"Procedure?" the naked girl gulped.
Oh jeez. I shook my head, "You know exactly what's about to happen, everyone knows," I held her jaw and squished her cheeks, she whimpered. "No lawyers or phone calls, kiddo. We get the same questions every time, just sit tight while my assistants strap you in, we'll finish this quickly."
"This is unjust," she shook her head, trembling.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Puppy Mill is a serial about a woman named Merrie who is kidnapped off the street and turned into a sex slave dog girl for the purpose of selling her off to the highest bidder. There are going to be a lot of codes in the individual chapters, but the guro-riffic stuff will be amputation, a bit of blood and gore, some watersports, and a light touch with genuine imitation magical scat (not a big fetish for me). There is also a fair amount of mind control and huge cocks with knots.
And you can thank "Doc Anon" for asking me to post here. :)
>>229
Probably :P but there isn't many more chapters until the county fair (maybe 5-ish), so we have to get the punishments over before Merrie gets her cute ass sold (plus, I think people are getting a bit tired of the Mill).
It will also be a few days early since I won't be anywhere near a computer on Sunday. I'm aiming for Friday morning, but we'll see.
There is also a chance 33 will be late too, but for entirely different reason.
There was a socially inept guy named Jason who was sick and tired of everything. He was a loser who ate Cheez Doodles on the couch watching TV, playing computer games on his increasingly crappy machine that was filling with dust, crashing every two seconds, erasing his work, and being a general nuisance. On top of that, he had this weird habit of dressing in “brolita”, which was basically elegant Lolita for dudes, aka fancy crossdressing. Because of this habit, many people assumed he was gay, but he wasn’t. He was dressing as the girl he’d like to HAVE, not someone he’d like to pretend to be, while fucking or otherwise. His sexual orientation was actually straight as an arrow.
Nonetheless, he was a virgin. He had failed to hold a job for 11 years straight and was so socially inept that his mind wandered after he asked a girl the basic questions of who she was and where she was from. He simply didn’t know what to ask next. And, over the years, one after another of the women he had known had slipped into loving relationships and marriage. There was even a lesbian marriage, two prospective females tying the knot in Boston. At last, there was Amelia, still alone, still fiercely hunting, but she was avoiding Jason like the plague. She had long brown curls, and she announced one day she had a fiancée – crushing poor Jason’s dreams. At last he tired of his games and of mishaps on his machine that cost him hours of his time. He laid in a grand plan to do in both Amelia and the machine, in his socially inept way. He wanted to kidnap the bride on her wedding day. The bitch didn’t even invite him.
“I’ll show up at your wedding”, Jason had said. “Sorry, but you’re not invited,” said Amelia, over the phone. That was replaced by a dial tone as Jason had abruptly hung up. Jason learned over Facebook about where the wedding would be, and he began preparations for his evil plan. He drove his jalopy to the hardware store to get rope and a knife and hammers and nails, and he dove considerably into his meager funds to buy a dildo from the local sex shop.
Cut to Amelia's wedding day, where her husband-to-be, Dharun, was eagerly waiting at the chapel for his betrothed to show up. Dharun was a charming Indian guy, witty and intelligent... and impatient, as time went on. Amelia's gown, white and fluffy and delicate, fitted with floral motifs in discreet places, and with a veil on her head, had taken a little time to get into. Then she had to leave her house and head into a limo to take her to the chapel. The limo headed into the woods, whereupon the intrepid villain jumped onto the roof from the trees above and kicked out the skylight. A swift move of the knife later, the chauffeur was dead, a deep gash crossing his neck, leaking blood. The limo's course was suddenly changed, much to Amelia's horror.
The limo followed its new course, down bumpy roads to Jason's backwoods home, and ducked into the bushes. Jason's original jalopy was nearby; Jason had walked to where the limo was going to pass, and that had taken a while. No matter. He now had Amelia, tanned, brunette, pretty, and all garbed in her white wedding gown. Amelia attempted to leave, but she was encumbered by her long formalwear, and she stumbled shortly after getting out of the limo. This stumble allowed Jason to get the upper hand on Amelia by knocking her to the ground. While she lay on the ground in her dress, Jason attempted to smother Amelia with a pillow and his long-jacket; he settled for tying rope around her neck and strangling her until she got limp. She was still breathing. Jason wrapped a rope around her waist and pulled her up. The backbreaking weight of an immobile human was now upon Jason, and he put her down and dragged the bride into his home. From there, Jason pushed her rudely and she fell down the basement staircase, hitting the concrete floor on her butt and skinning her palms until she bled. Amelia cursed.
This was done for a trade, but... it never got fully corrected, there's a page or two off here or there that might read kinda mechanical near the ending. Was too lazy to do more then skim it since the subject matter (ovary removal) was not my interest. Anyway, i'll probably never fully correct it, so decided to post anyway. Enjoy, its pretty graphic (and little too wordy I'm sure :P. Trying to work on that.)
This is also 18 pages long :P. If yah want shorter, but less graphic from me, read the goth propane tank shoot out fict in the archives.
Digimon Diner
“Yeeeeesh, there's really no rhyme or reason at all to these places in the digital world are there?” Said Yolei looking over the digiworld-deli they had come to see. As usual for the digital world, it was in the middle of nowhere, had no practicality in its location (that, being in the middle of an empty field, near a lake with no other buildings) and worse of all, to Yolei's dismay, busy as could be. Digimon literally were flocking to the diner, and nearly every table was packed! Word of mouth had even, to Yolei's embarrassment, brought the five girls there to the middle of nowhere from the “real world,” on Lillymon's urging.
“So whats so special about this place anyway...?” asked Yolei, pushing her glasses back against her face with palatable annoyance with a single finger.
“Oh, its this fabulous new place!” Said Lillymon excitedly. “They literally serve anything, one of those weird digi-world things. You ask for it they got it! Gomamon told me that they even managed to make him a twenty seven flavored banana split the other day!”
“27... flav-ored... split, you say?” Said Yolei, her voice breaking up against her will, dreamily, as they walked up to the line at the door and almost dropping her glasses. She cleared her throat and tried to look unimpressed, pushing her glasses back up her nose.
“Oh, yeah. I am soooo going to pig out here!” Said Mimi, crossing her arms under her large breasts and striking a commanding pose. “I just dare you guys to beat me!”Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
I'd like to think the girls are hard core masochists, who volunteer to be butchered and cooked alive. Let's say the diner has the ability to regenerate a body for a severed head, making the girls immortal- and able to enjoy their dismembering, gutting, stuffing, cooking, and beheading, REPEATEDLY.
I'd like to think the girls are hard core masochists, who volunteer to be butchered and cooked alive. Let's say the diner has the ability to regenerate a body for a severed head, making the girls immortal- and able to enjoy their dismembering, gutting, stuffing, cooking, and beheading, REPEATEDLY.
I had a concept for a sequel to this. Sort of a Sora's Revenge kind of thing where a Digimon that can take on the forms of those it absorbs (or eats) finds what's left of Sora, after hearing her soul call out in agony over being left in the trash. The Digimon then takes on Sora's form, but Sora's soul joins with him as well so it's still Sora. But she seeks out Kari, Yolei and Mimi to get her revenge for leaving her in the trash like that when there was still plenty of her meat left.
I might finish it one day if people were interested.
It was the Pierce family annual hunting trip. They had a small cabin property deep in the woods. They spent about a week there every year, and Mr. Pierce would would take that time to go hunting and get a new buck head to put on his wall and a bunch of venison to put in his stomach.
For the last few years, James Pierce went hunting with his oldest daughter, Cassie. She was slightly strange, however, as she didn't like using rifles to hunt. Instead, she used a hunting bow. She loved not making any noise, and she was good enough to be in archery competitions. She was also big into knives and swords, and had her own collection that she used both for show and for real during hunting trips like this one.
Cassie would have to sit this year out, at least for the first part of the week, because it was a special year. Brianna Pierce, the mother of the family, finally let her only son, Zach, share in the tradition of hunting for the first time. He was 12, and his father thought he was well overdue for his first kill. He always idolized his father and sister for their skill with weapons, and he was excited to go out for the first time as well.
But there was one camper who was not that happy. Libby was Zach's fraternal twin sister, and did share her sister's or father's taste in killing what she saw as harmless animals. She had recently gotten on a vegan streak, she refused to eat any meat, even fish. The parents thought it was just a fad that she would give up pretty quickly, but she had refused to eat anything but non-meats for over a year.
Libby wasn't the smartest, girl, however. She didn't even know she was eating dead chickens and cows and pigs until she was 10. She hated the idea of being dragged along to a backwoods cabin so the rest of her family could indulge in eat deer. Brianna was a chef by trade and loved working and doing things with meet, and one deer could provide a lot of different possibilities. It was hard cooking for Libby, though.
Despite being Vegan, Libby didn't do it for health reasons, she still shoveled down sweets to supplement her "rabbit food" diet as her fatheMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Ffreq here, writer of http://gurochan.net/lit/res/1310.html . Of course I'm NOT forgetting about that thread, but as I suggested and people agreed, I'm also starting this one - so that I could run two stories simultaneously and double the fun.
Like in that thread, I'll be writing the story part-by-part based on YOUR choices. For example, "option A: the killer throws the girl into the pool and turns on electricity; option B: the killer drowns the girl in the pool" - then I wait for a few days for your votes, and the story continues based on the votes. "A few days" actually depends on how actively you will be voting. :)
THE PLOT:
A killer pays really big money to all the staff of the school so that they could let him do whatever he wants. It's a private girls-only highschool (I suppose, ages from 15 to 19); all the doors can shut automatically. The teachers tell the girls that today will be the drill ("fake emergency situation, to train pupils what they should do in such situations"), so that they don't panic when all this lockdown happens. The teachers leave the classrooms at a certain time under some innocuous guise, and the doors shut - to the girls in the classes it just looks like it happened accidentally. The killer then wanders around the school; he unlocks the door, picks the girl he likes, and lures her out of the class (he can say that he's a worker of the "emergency staff" and this is an evacuation etc., so that the other girls don't suspect anything). And then he kills her, and can go back for another victim, or visit some other place in the school. The school has a lot of interesting places - classrooms, gym (with cloakroom and showers), swimming pool, library, etc.
Let's DECIDE the following things:
- Only realistic girls (any nationalities etc.) or maybe elf girls too? Sort of a fantasy element in it (but I don't think elfs differ TOO much from human girls in this case :)
- The killer. One guy? One guy + one girl (going to different parts of the school, not sticking together)? The last variant lets do someMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hey... it's me, author.
These were some good times back then, writing stories and stuff, but I'm afraid that yes, the story is on indefinite hold. I just remembered about this place and felt like I should state this explicitly, not just cowardly hide away.
These were good times, but these were times when I had a lot of free time and had a lot of inspiration for all this. Now (especially these months) I have very little spare time and, more importantly, don't have enough motivation to do smth like that again. Doesn't mean I don't have any fantasies or ideas; I started writing a small piece a month or so ago but it quickly faded. So I guess it'll be honest to inform everyone on that. Of course I can say "well, maybe I'll return some time later", but hey, last time I wrote a part of Highschool Massacre was 9 months ago or so, I really don't feel like I'm going back to it. You'll probably see me on Gurochan from time to time (I returned here a couple of weeks ago for occasional visits, under name Erik if you're interested for some reason, because I thought smb will notice me and "hey, but why are you not continuing your story?"). Hell, maybe when I'll have more free time again, I'll probably even post smth. :) But I have no idea.
As for this thread, yes, I remember how everyone enjoyed it. My suggestion is that I put it together into a .doc file and upload it somewhere reliable? IDK, pastebin??? (Do they delete explicit stuff?) Some filehoster that doesn't delete files? I'd love to see some suggestions if anyone wants this to live forever. =)
Oh and yes. I'm probably overestimating the past hype of this thread, but if anyone wants to write next parts himself/herself, or just wants to do a spinoff, whatever - feel free to. I personally don't have the inspiration anymore, but I don't forbid anyone to write if they have it. If so, please try to fill my humble request - make something happen to some elf girl which involves her having a few massive squirting orgasms. :))
Ffreq
It's alright man, it's understandable to take a break if you just aren't feeling it.
I do hope that you come back to it someday(or somebody equally awesome takes up the mantle), but if it turns out you leave this story, then I just would like to say that this is my favorite story on this site right now and your work has been very much appreciated.
Oh, and it seems that Pastebin does have a no porn rule.
Nuts.
Cassie could not remember what happened. Her head was splitting. Pain ricocheting in he skull. She tired to open her eyes. Her vision was blurred. She let out of a moan of pain. Her vision began to clear. She could see her dark hair hanging in her face. She tried to move her hand, but couldn't. She looked down and could make out her pale hands in front of her. Two metal braces held her in place by her wrist. She tired to move her feet, to no avail. She realized she was on her hands and knees. She looked down to her feet, even with her shirt and bra, her breast hung. She could not see above her lower thighs. Her ankles were bound. The pain in her head was starting to fade. She was in a dark room, lit only by a light above her. Leaving the edges in darkness. Her head cleared. Feeling returning to the rest of her. She shifted her hips, feeling something small and round in her panties.
She remembers walking home from school, walking on the path that cut through the woods. She remembers hearing some one running behind her...
Cassie was pulled from her thoughts when she heard a light click off to her left, then a creak like a slow, heave door that was in desperate need of oil. Footstep. More creaking. Then a light thud. Footsteps again. A tall, strong looking man with short, light hair approached her with a welcoming smile. Cassie could feel her heart hammering in her chest.
"You are awake", his voice was strong and confident.
Cassie stared, fear in her eyes. The man laughed. He walked behind her, just out of her sight. She felt him grab her right foot. he pulled off her sock. The same with her other foot. He began to tickle her feet. It did not take long for Cassie to burst into laughter. He stopped, leaving her panting. He waiter for her to get her breathing back under control.
She did not think anything of it, people are always jogging on this path. Although this sounded more like running over jogging...
His hands suddenly found there way down Cassie's jeans and into her panties. She felt her heart skip a beat as his hands found her pussy. The man adjusted the small, round thing tell it sat between her delicate lips, Cassie couldMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
A/N: Yes, futa. Cock and balls, no vagina. How? Space magic.
There is a shitload of introduction here, and as the first chapter there is very little action. Our secondary protagonist won't die, but- spoiler alert- she'll help others die very well in the future.
Yes, this isn't even remotely similar to my previous story; I might be losing my kinky edge. Unfortunate. In this story, Commander Shepard's found and adopted a little girl from Aeia and makes a glorious hero out of her. In a style unfortunately not as lenient as General Shang's.
For maximum experience, imagine all of femshep's dialogue as Jennifer Hale's and the child's dialogue as a girlier version of the Starchild.
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"Lieutenant Commander Shepard."
She whispered her designation, smiling as she looked out the window of her cabin. A structural weakness, but she'd be damned if it wasn't pretty. The girl she'd picked up on Aeia was one of many, but was unique in her own way; she was a fortunate accident, not a trained professional. Someone forgot to cut his tubes before getting on the Gernsback.
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You know, futa implies that there's a vagina. I mean, it's inherent in the meaning of the word.
It's a nitpick, but the word you're looking for to describe the character in this story is "Newhalf"
femanon here
i recently was playing ocarina of time, i got attacked by redead, it looked like it was raping link, for some reason this got me hot. so i wrote this short thing. will probably write a bit more later on. in this, link is a woman and is adult.
link was in the Kakariko well, she had just killed several creatures, when she spotted a way that she hadn't gone down yet. she followed it and found a wall, she noticed that it was climbable, when she reached the top and saw a small iron door, she cautiously entered, inside were 6 coffins, there was a gibdo was standing still, it didn't appear to have noticed her, so she decided to ignore it for now, she didn't fell much like fighting at that moment, she noticed the unlit torches around the room, she had a single deku stick on her so she decided to light up the room "gibdo's hate light" she thought to herself. she lit the stick on the only lit torch and lit an torch, suddenly, a keese flew out and knocked the stick out of her hand, she quickly pulled out her bow and shot the keese. it syuck to the wall on the other side. she smiled to herself, she then looked around for the stick, she then spotted it in the wrong place, it had gone out and had rolled right next to the gibdo, she dicided not to bother with the stick and just use dins fire, she had faught off a load of bats at once before she could do it again, she stepped into the middle of the room and used dins fire.
will post moar later, for now i am tired.
Link and the 2 Zombie Garudo's walked into the fortress and found themselves in a room with a jail cell, inside a man got to his feet. "come on, let me out, i'm sorry, i won't come into Garudo territory again." said the man. Link looked at the man he was reasonably handsome... and she could always use more zombies.
"don't worry, you'll get out." she said. she walked over to the bars and dropped her cloak revealing her supple and well sculpted body. she grabbed her breasts and started kneading them "but you'll have to do something for me first." the man gulped and walked over to the bars, he put his hands threw the gaps and grabbed the soft breast. "oh, you're naughty, lets teach you a lesson. she walked over to the door and without him seeing, she slipped a Maggot into the lock, it quickly picked the lock and crawled out. "good boy." she said to it. she then walked inside and the man took his cloths off, Link got down onto her knee's and quickly popped the maggot into her mouth and letting it sit there. she then slowly slid her lips over the head and then the shaft of his penis. the Maggot crawled into his pee-hole and wriggled down the shaft.
"oh god, you're mouth is amazing." said the man. she felt his seed fill her mouth, she looked up at the man and then swollowed it.
"you should try my other one." she said. she got up and forced him to his back. she then got back on her knee's with her Vagina poised over his face. at this point, her belly began to grow as the dormant creatures inside her began to move. a little pink ball of skin shot out of her vagina and landed on his face, he tried to scream, but the skin ball began to move down over his mouth, then face and then his entire body, cocooning him. she then saw as the acids began to corrode his body, then Acids became Re-Dead semen and the man became a Re-Dead. the Cocoon broke and he stepped out of it, Link got a mask from her cloak and put it on the New Zombies face, this one didn't have Tentacles, but it naturally grafted itself to his skin. "come on, this will be our command center, go unloadMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Rin was a good child. Loyal, obedient and trusting of and to her guardian. An innocent, if somewhat clumsy soul to whom the many terrors and tribulations of the world were rendered as little more than inconveniences in the face of her beloved mentor, guide, and protector.
Sesshomaru.
He was the opposite kind of creature, murderous, rapacious, elegant... cruel. In both name and nature, cruelty he exemplified, save with the singular exception of his childish companion. He loved her like he loved nothing else in this world. And he knew that even her innocence could never protect her forever from the darkness which was his true dwelling place. But he also knew that what ever she became, whether she recoiled in horror from him or embraced him still ignoring what he truly was, that she would never break. It was the supple durability of her spirit, battered and beaten but never, not even in death, broken which drove him to her.
This was why, when the first time that he had brought home with him a woman to satisfy his demonic hungers, that he had expected a far different reaction to what he was dealt. Realistically he knew that he could have done the deed elsewhere, out of her sight, out of the way to keep her from possibility of turning against him, but Sesshomaru was a proud creature, hiding his nature a thing as foreign to him as flight was to the vast majority of fish in the ocean.
“Sesshomaru?” she asked, innocent eyes gazing with pity upon the naked female form huddled against the wall sobbing, “What are you going to do with her?”
It was not often that the demon dog would speak, much less explain his actions, but Rin was a unique case. She was a special precious thing to him, she worshiped him as the parent, a father, whom she had never known, and a creature closer to him than any other being had ever come.
“This Sesshomaru nears his time. The woman is here to relieve his hungers,” he spoke, the calm clear and heavy tones of his voice echoing about the chamber. The woman curled tightly into a ball, her sobs covering the room. She was a young thing, not much more than 4 or 5 summers greater than his own charge.
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This will be a multi-post story about a french girl in ww2 who gets used for a study on mental corrospondence of pain and sexual fulfilment. So basically, the doctor and his associates will be training her to enjoy pain.
Im in love with oral torture, so there will be a good bit of that, as well as genital; and of course nazis because who dosent like frightening german men in uniforms?
Anyway~ I'll get to wrighting as soon as i can. :) See you soon.
NOTE: These stories are tied-in with my main thread here:
http://gurochan.net/g/res/48880.html#i48880
If someone would like to create art/comics based on my stories, please reply here:
http://gurochan.net/req/res/25582.html#i25582
Short Story 1 (Who's the Dummy?)
A teenage girl is performing a ventriloquist show on stage. On her lap is a cute looking animal that must be a dummy. Her hand is behind it's back, the animal's hand behind hers. The two share some funny dialogue and jokes, while we hear the audience laugh. The animal then asks the girl if it's time to end the show, in which the girl replies that it should. The animal moves it's hand, and the girl goes limp. Her face is still smiling, her eyes glassy. She, is the true dummy. The audience then roars in applause, revealed to be made out of the animals like the one onstage. The animal on stage then carries the girl off backstage. The girl is then stored with the other dummies, who are all like the girl only in different costumes.
I thought that the final approach to an erotic tale was good.
In the next chapter, I'm wondering if Nokia is involved.
Here are a few more notes that can help with future stories.
*The male workers could have a personal female freak-droid of their own choosing in their quarters, free to do whatever they want to it, but they can only ever have one. The reason for this is because the owners of FreakWorld want to avoid having one thing in their park: children.
*Here are some of the worlds we have thought up so far:
Black Forest-A European-style woodland full of fantasy girls. Normal robo-girls are here too, but only as villagers. The most dominant race here are the elves, which have a few varieties. Yellow Desert-An immense area located out in the desert. Some locations include a grouping of oasises, an egyptian palace(guarded by anubis girls and ruled by an underage enchantress), an ancient temple(filled with mummy versions of all of FreakWorld's girls) with mummies controlled by an ancient book, and a small village ruled by bandits. Blue Ocean-A location located by, and in, the sea. Filled with beautiful mermaids, dangerous but sexy shark-girls, and many aquatic-based babes. Normal robo-girls are here too, but only on the surface as beach participants. Silver Japan-A location based on historical japan, this region has quaint gardens, classic Japanese villages, and a snowy mountain. All bipedal girls here have fake intestines in their bellies, in order to perform the hara-kiri.
((This turned out way longer than I thought, to put a few ideas on paper you have to write sooo much!))
((In this story you will find mostly torture and humiliation, non-permanent death and lesbian sex coupled with temporal dick girls (they get a penis after taking pills for it, any one of them can do it).
The following is set in the Womanland, now renamed Arda (it was a terrible name all along to be fair), a world created in a previous story of the same name. In this world, there are only women, at least in the Arda continent. In the original Womanland, it was in a fantasy setting. This is modern time Arda, with all technology we have today and then some thanks to the fantasy elements, such as magic.
The story is about how horror films and other deaths in media are created by actually killing women in Arda. Thanks to their magic mixed to technology, they’re able to revive them afterwards, however, it’s expensive, so the actresses have to earn the revival. As it is an incredibly painful job, almost only slaves are put to it.
There are real life celebrities in Arda, or rather, people identical to them and with their same name and almost identical background.))
You should know that Arda is the name of the world in The Lord of the Rings. Middle Earth is a continent, the planet's name is Arda.
Hm, truth. I was going to call it Erda actually, cause of the german word Erde, "Earth", but I seem to have had that bit of information in my subconcious step in and miss it. Still, probably that's where Tolkien got it's name anyways, an old germanic word for earth.
The Crucifixion of Elise
Elise had just turned 13 years old, and was an athletic young girl, who was active in school sports. Her body was slightly tan from playing soccer. She had a natural tan complexion to begin with because of her Italian ancestory. Her shoulder length hair was dark brown, and her eyes a soft brown.
Her father had passed away years ago, and her mother had passed away from cancer recently. Elise did not have any brothers or sisters. Elise had been adopted by her aunt, her mothers younger sister. Her aunt had a male partner, John, that she had never officially married. Elise didn't like John, as something didn't seem right about him.
Recently he had announced that they would be moving from the U.S., to a new job John had taken in Brazil. Elise did not want to move to South America, as she had many friends at her school. High school was but only a year away, and many of Elise's friends would have gone to the same High. But the move came, but not without a surprise....
The new house was out in the countryside. It was relatively isolated, being adjacent the jungle. The town nearby was much smaller than Madison Wisconsin had been. Elise had not been enrolled in school yet. She wondered when that would begin, and how she would handle the new language.
Today, John and Sofia took Elise shopping to the mall in Belem. Elise had seen in at an electronics store an Mp3 player she wanted. But she had no money, and John's income was just about to start. As well the cost of moving to Brazil had left them low on money. Elise slipped the Mp3 player into her pocket, shoplifting the item. Unknown to her, she had just set in motion, something that John had longed for.
When they got home that day, Elise unpacked the Mp3 player, and began to load music onto it from her computer. Sofia came into her room with some more boxes, and upon seeing the Mp3 asked where she had gotten it from. Elise said that she had had it for some time, lying in the process. Sofia looked into the garbage can near the computer, and saw the wrapping and Brazilian price tag on the discarded wrapping. Elise was cMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
One of the best I've ever read. Mindblowingly incredible. My only question is.. whether she was taken down after she passed out. The earlier bits of the story seemed to imply that she would be.
I kindof want to see her alive and traumatized and twisted to the point where she becomes one of the torturers for the subsequent films... hm?
I was a good girl once, long before I discovered my true potential. Long before I discovered the limitless pleasures of using everything I had to my advantage.
Mistress, the temple guard called out. Bringing Avena’s attention to the large muscled man.
“Yes?” She replied, uninterested. “I take it the hunt went well?”
“Very” He smiled wickedly.
“Good,” she replied, an evil smirk spreading across her face. Even as she lay sprawled on the mess of pillows of her throne room she could feel the first stirrings grow in her loins. “Bring them to me.”
“How many would you like, Mistress?” He asked.
“All of them,” she said maliciously. “They can watch.”
As the guard left to retrieve the prisoners, Avena rose to her feet, throwing on the sheer robe of semi-transparent silk over her scantily clad body. It had been almost a whole day since her last session, far, far too long.
The throne room doors opened once more, with a series of guards escorting a long line of prisoners into the spacious interiors of Avena’s throne room. The majority of them were women and children with the occasional man and boy, though all looked haggard, dirty and worn, wearing little more than rags that hung off their bodies. The younger ones wore looks of awe and fear at the massive throne room’s gilded interior, observing the seemingly endless expanses of sheer draperies, marble columnades, and scenic vistas that were visible from the high tower of the Mistresses palace throne. The older ones, seeming to know their situation was bleak, or perhaps seeing the rising columns of smoke from off in the distance heralding their destroyed lands, remained mute and emotionless.
“Welcome to my palace” Avena announced, strutting seductively towards the nearest prisoner, a pretty adolescent girl whose ashy face was smeared with grime. She ran her hand under the girl’s chin, sizing her up. “Christ, you could have cleaned them up a bit at least.” Avena spat, looking somewhat annoyed. “They’re filthy.”
“Apologies mistress,” One of the guards said, “We thought we should get them to you as soon as possible. Lest you be kept waiting.”Message too long. Click here to view the full text.