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| 1 | First Story! | 27 | 16 March 2010 14:17 |
| 2 | Extreme Evangelion (Tags inside) | 7 | 19 March 2010 00:21 |
| 3 | You write the next segment | 60 | 18 March 2010 18:24 |
| 4 | Aftermath (contains: Shotaxloli,lolidom,vomit,watersports and scat) | 14 | 17 March 2010 21:47 |
| 5 | The blob eats a boy (scat, death) | 1 | 17 March 2010 14:30 |
| 6 | Cream filling [Loli, gang rape, interracial, scat, vomit, giant dicks] | 1 | 16 March 2010 23:45 |
| 7 | A Sorayan's Determination. (My second guro story) | 2 | 16 March 2010 16:23 |
| 8 | The Debt II | 5 | 16 March 2010 03:36 |
| 9 | The Debt I | 3 | 16 March 2010 03:22 |
| 10 | The Vistor's Blacks Stories | 5 | 16 March 2010 01:50 |
| 11 | Fall of a Queen [Monster/Giant dicks/Rape/Scat/Vomit/Vore/Digestion/Guro] | 2 | 15 March 2010 16:18 |
| 12 | Adelram The Grinner [gore, hard vore/cannibalism, torture] | 3 | 15 March 2010 08:55 |
| 13 | Hell on Earth (Loli, guro, scat, vomit, dickgirls, extreme sizes, unbirth) | 9 | 15 March 2010 08:47 |
| 14 | Freezing to Death | 8 | 14 March 2010 21:54 |
| 15 | The Popular Girl Series | 2 | 14 March 2010 19:39 |
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Once upon a time there was a guy who fucked young hot chicks, then one day the hot chicks fucked him till he died.
the end
The great bear of a man dropped the twice looped microphone cable over Tarja's head before the singer realised he was behind her. Her cry of alarm was choked off immediately as he pulled the cable cruelly tight. She scratched at his hands, kicked wildly and tried to pull loose, but to no avail. Her head fogged and her heart beat, and the last thing she was aware of was the hot stream down onto the stage as she died. Once Tarja was no more than cooling meat in his grasp, the big man lowered her gently to the stage, and pushed her skirt up around her waist. He tugged her sopping panties to one side and slid deeply into her still cunt. As he slow fucked the dead star, he gently lowered his face to hers and kissed the tears from her purple tinged skin, before taking her poked out tongue into a deep kiss. His pleasure peaked quickly, and he shook bodily as he spurted his seed into her no-longer fertile body. He still cradled her corpse close to him as others arrived and, shocked, ran for help.
Extreme Evangelion - Evangelion lemon by MISTER BIG T
Warning, this is a story that has extreme transformation, muscles, dick girls, giant endowments, water sports, sweat, farts, scat, few WTF moments, and much more. Having seen the series is not required to enjoy this.
Chapter 1: Corruption of the innocent
Misato Katsuragi laughed, as she would drive back to her apartment. She had just seen in the store limited edition beer that she had yet to try. Being the lovable drunkard that she was, she had noticed it was extra cheap and had bought every single bottle and can, completely emptying the entire store from it, as she would drag two crates back into her apartment. She would look around as she noticed Rei and Asuka sitting in the couch while watching some anime.
Asuka wore little other than a pair of panties and a short top that covered her breasts and not much else, only looking up at the door when Misato brought in a truly insane amount of beer. Rei on the other hand, wore a little more than Asuka, and rather than just sitting around in her underwear, she was wearing her usual school uniform that covered everything from her tummy to her upper arms.
"Hey, since Shinji's having a nights out with his friends I was thinking would you girls want us all to have some fun?`" Misato would coo while opening one of the crates and offering a can of beer to both of them.
Unbeknownst to her, there had been a disaster in process of creating these drinks and they would have effects, unlike any other beer ever made. The beer had an extra ingredient that had come in form of an angel falling down into the brewery and dissolving with the beer, ironically the dead angel had been the very same these girls had helped defeat just few weeks ago.
"....Isn't that a little much...?" Rei would finally ask, while pointing at the mass of beer, as Asuka just grinned and got up, taking the offered cans and handing one over to Rei.
"Nah! It's not like we have to drink it all in one go, right?" the redhead churred, while quickly opening her own can and lifting it up to her mouth, as she took a big swig, while RMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Usually, I'm not a big fan of transformative girls, 'specially when it involves EVA, but this was just too hilarious! It's 'bout time that they stuck it to Misato for the way she ignored and mistreated 'em as a guardian! I'd like to seewhat else they could do...maybe what Shinji could too (though I really hate wtories where Shinji transforms into a girl, so maybe some other type of transformation...)
Please continue!
I agree Taz. Maybe for once, we don't sissify Shinji, and actually give him an edge. Have him affect Ritsuko or Maya, or hell, have him affect Misato, Asuka, and Rei. Give us a nice change from the usual sissification.
Aside from that, the story itself was pretty damn good, we need more
(not letting this thread die)
No. 1
Mya and Sen had been relaxing together in a hot foam bath at their apartment when the sound of a huge crash came from the front door...
2 Name: Anonymous : 2010-02-19 03:48 [Del]
No. 2
And a man with the body of a walrus and the head of a sea lion waggled thought what used to be the door, spitting staples the whole way.
3 Name: Anonymous : 2010-02-22 14:01 [Del]
No. 3
Mya and Sen screamed, instinctively grabbing onto each other, their supple breasts pressing together.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
"Well," he says and wipes his hands as he grows to normal size, "Mio Mya there is still alive."
Aftermath
Young matty (6 years old) was kidnaped 3 days ago to be sold off and used a sexual plaything to the highest bidder. He was sold for a good price on the first day but the buyer soon grew tired of the young boys inablity to preform sexualy and how the child couldn't handle the most mild of sexual tasks preformed on him without screaming...so he was sent away...
The young boy awoke, wozy. He couldn't see through the darkness. His stomach hurt bad and he felt like he was going to be sick. He felt motion around him and couldn't figure out Where he was or what was going on. He managed to get up on all fours. He gaged and swallowed hard.
He knew it was coming, he felt it in the back of his throat. He was going to puke. Matty let out a sob, hoping to cry the pain away but was met with a sharp lurch in his stomach, he gaged again. His mouth forced itself open before he was able to stop himself.
Matty sat back on his butt and groaned. The motion slowed to a stop. Matty heard noises. light filled the area where he was in. Once his eyes adjusted he could see two men holding open doors. He was in the emty back of a van.
"cmon kid. This is your stop" one man said
Matty slid over to the edge of the van. His legs dangled out.
"I don-ulp" matty began to speak but gaged mid sentence. He claped his hand to his mouth as a small amout of vomit spewed from his mouth, squirting from between his fingers. His mouth filled with a horrid taste and he despratly clamped his fingers over it.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
The boy
Note: All people depicted here are at least 18
The young boy was walking through the woods, far from town. Having left his clothes by a large tree, he was nude and looking for a place to poop. The pressure inside his anus was becoming intense – the thick load needed to come out. He began prairie-dogging and knew that he couldn’t hold it in much longer.
The blob, a voracious mass of clear protoplasm, saw him coming in its direction and positioned itself along his path in a grassy patch of open area, then flattened out, spreading itself in an oval shape about 30 feet in diameter to increase its chances of capturing the prey. It flowed along the ground under the grass. It was very thin now – only a fraction of an inch thick – and was almost invisible as it lay in wait for the boy.
The boy came upon the grassy area and it looked inviting, so he decided to perform his body need there. As he walked onto the soft grass and into the small, open area of the woods, his feet became stuck in something. He looked down and saw what looked like water, or clear jelly, beginning to flow onto his feet. He tried harder to walk, but the sticky goo held his feet firmly. In panic, he pulled his left foot up as hard as he could, and heard the grass tearing as his foot came up off the ground. Although his foot was off the ground, it wasn’t free. Slimy tendrils connected the goo on his foot with the remaining jelly-like mass on the ground.
The goo on his foot was full of grass, which it had initially adhered to, but as he watched, the grass began falling off his foot as the goo released it. It didn’t eat plants. As he looked around the ground near him, he noticed that the goo was moving along the grass toward him, getting thicker as it contracted toward his body. There was now a layer of about 2 inches of clear jelly surrounding his right foot, and it had covered his foot and was sucking upward over his ankle. In panic, he quickly put his left foot back onto the ground and tried to run, but it immediately stuck in the incredibly strong jelly, and he lost his balance and fell forward onto his knees and hands. As soon as these parts of his body touched the grasMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Cream filling - Original lemon by MISTER BIG T
Sort of a "sequel" to Hell on Earth expect nearly thousand years later.
That day it happened, Amy was doing her annual cookie sale, wearing her nicest green uniform and dragging behind her a little red wagon loaded down with boxes of assorted cookies. The 7-year-old girl had a huge smile on her face today, it was the first sale mom and dad let her go out all on her own for! Of course, they expected her to stay in the nice safe little suburb area, not to strike out to the 'bad part' of town in hopes of getting even more sales. The girl was very much typical little girl, slightly plump, cheerful, and innocent to a fault. She had no idea why mom and dad had told her to stay away from this area of town.
What could possibly go wrong?
Amy smiled as she knocked on the large door, adjusting her cute little skirt a bit as she bounced from foot to foot "Hellloooo" she called out for "Bunny Scout Cookies!" she said happily as she holds up a pink box of 'Cream filled bunnies' to the window, her uniform crisp and clean over her plump little form.
Not soon later, Sapphire came to open the door, the muscular ebony little girl drinking on a coke through a straw. Even though she could not be any older than eight, she was still more muscular than even most men Amy had seen during her young life. She was dressed in a tank top and small jeans as she looked up at Amy, before getting her bottle away. "You're cute! How much are they?" she asked, while tilting her head.
Amy giggled as she smiled "Five dollars for the bunny cookies, ten for the bunny buns" she says cheerily, "They're great after a workout" she chirped innocently as she stood there, looking very tempting all tight in her uniform and alone, as if like an invitation for the young Humadrion.
Sapphire giggled a bit as she nodded. "Oh that's nice price indeed but I think we have to go check out with my big sisters first, they handle the money situation in this situation. Can you come inside? They're in the gym probably, it won't take longMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Ok, i've had some spare time on my hands recently and decided to write this "hopefully" on going story.
I hope you all enjoy it ;)
Feedback would be nice.
Prologue-
Long ago there was 3 clans.
Humans, Pagrians, and the Sorayan's.
The Humans made up the majority of the population in the kingdom. They were hard working and made labor for the good of the kingdom.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Chapter 1- History
"Princess Jade. Princess Cassandra. I bring news from our spies" explained a felow Female Sorayan spy as she entered the throne room.
"What is it? another potential war? Well the're gonna wish they never attacked after I'm done with them!" Replied an exited Jade with a smile.
"Jade calm down. I'm sure it could be absolutely anything she has to report. You have allways been the violent type, even when we were kids" Told Cassandra to Jade.
"We have heard of a plot from rival kingdoms to capture the Pagrians
and use them for there advantage." the spy further explained. "they
plan to use them to enchance the abilies of there female soliders".
"There's no way that 's gonna happen! Tell the sorayan soliders to prepare for an invasion. Gather a quater of them to accomapny me in a sneak attack in there kingdom. We attack at sunset tomorrow!" planned Jade with anger and rage.
"Wait what?! No Jade!" dissagreed Cassandra. "We can't just jump in like that! We should plan a strategy!"
Jade looked intesly into Cassandra's face and ordered the sorayan spy to leave so she could talk to her sister alone
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WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SNUFF. IT IS VIOLENT AND BLOODY. IT ALSO CONTAINS SOME BEASTIALITY. THE VICTIMS ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT WILLING PARTICIPANTS. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY TURN BACK NOW. IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.
REMEMBER THOUGH, THIS IS FANTASY. IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY SEPARATING THE REAL WORLD AND FANTASY, AND BELIEVE THAT DOING THIS TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE OKAY, PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD EXAMINED. I RECOMMEND HAVING SOMEONE DO IT WITH A HACKSAW.
THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.
An additional note: If you have not read "The Debt" (the predecessor to this tale), this one may not make a lot of sense. Go back and read that one first. If you have already read it, then I hope you enjoy this conclusion to the tale.
The Debt II
Bangkok, Thailand
A man walked through the door of the building. It was a filthy establishment. He looked to the stage and saw a young woman - sixteen or seventeen by the looks - being raped. She was fighting it, but it was obvious that the men would have their way regardless of how she felt.
The man approached the bar. He ordered a whisky and got it, in a glass so filthy he was almost afraid to drink it.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
John was the first to wake. He felt horrible. He was starving. There was pain in his wrists and, to his surprise, he found himself handcuffed to a chair. Moving to get a better look around, he found that his ankles were cuffed to the legs of the chair. Looking down, he saw the chair was bolted to the floor. After struggling vainly for a minute, he realized he was going nowhere.
A groan caught his attention and, looking to the left, he saw Alanna in the same situation. Suddenly, everything came back. Some woman had killed Rita. Right in front of John and Alanna. Then Rita was dismembered and butchered. Whoever had them did not mean good things to happen to John and Alanna.
John was a thinker. An idea man. Seeing as Rita was Alanna's friend, maybe they were just after her. Maybe John could buy his way out of this. They would not know that Ed had moved the money. John would promise outrageous money for his release and when they took him out of here, he would try to escape. It was too bad for Alanna, but John was beginning to get bored with her, anyway. She had fulfilled her purpose. She had given him a son. John did not need her anymore.
Another groan and some movement told John that Alanna was waking up. Looking over at the woman, he saw her looking at him in shock.
"John," Alanna said, "where are we?"
John, to his chagrin, had no idea. Looking around, he saw they were in a concrete room with a large mirror. Looking up, he saw two sturdy-looking hooks in the ceiling. To the right of the mirror, there was a steel door.
"I have no idea," John replied.
"This seems vaguely familiar, but I just cannot seem to place it."
"That is because there is not much in here to trigger your memory," Amy said as she entered the room. "The last time you were here, that mirror was a regular window."
"I am sorry," Alanna said as she looked at Amy. "Do I know you?"
"Wow," Amy said with a smile. "I cannot believe my lack of manners. But I will beg your pardon for not identifying myself yet. Before I do, I should let you knoMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
"There go the bombs," Amy said. "In about an hour, smoke will start to escape from this door."
"Only because you turned on the fans directing it here."
"True, but I made sure that I left no fingerprints."
"But why," Elizabeth asked. "Why direct the smoke out here?"
"The toxicity of the fumes down there will make it dangerous for anyone who goes down there. It is almost winter. Homeless people will be looking for a warm place to stay. I do not want them dying down there because of us. This will get the attention of the authorities and they will clean it up or put up warning signs. Anyway, let's go meet Ed."
"Are you going to kill Johnny," Melinda asked.
"No. He is innocent. I know what I said to Alanna, but he is really innocent in all of this."
"Where will he stay," Melinda asked. "His parents are dead."
"Do you really have to ask," Amy asked incredulously. "He will stay with Ed. The medical treatment was a success. He will still live for a while, yet."
"Yeah," Elizabeth said. "Enough talk. Let's go catch our flight."
The End
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WARNING!!!!! THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC SNUFF. IT IS VIOLENT AND BLOODY. IT ALSO CONTAINS SOME BEASTIALITY AND CANNIBALISM. THE VICTIMS ARE MOST DEFINITELY NOT WILLING PARTICIPANTS. IF THIS IS NOT YOUR KIND OF STORY TURN BACK NOW. IF IT IS SOMETHING YOU MIGHT LIKE, READ ON.
REMEMBER THOUGH, THIS IS FANTASY. IF YOU HAVE DIFFICULTY SEPARATING THE REAL WORLD AND FANTASY, AND BELIEVE THAT DOING THIS TO SOMEONE MIGHT BE OKAY, PLEASE GET YOUR HEAD EXAMINED. I RECOMMEND HAVING SOMEONE DO IT WITH A HACKSAW.
THANKS AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS.
The Debt
The funeral was over. Amanda walked up to the grave and looked down at her dead husband's casket. Life just was not fair. John had been a deacon in his church. He had been a coach for the little league baseball team their daughters had played for. He had made a decent living working as an attorney and the family never experienced rough times. Overall, he was everything Amanda could have wanted in a man.
He left behind a wife and five daughters. The girls were Michelle (19 years old), Elaine (18 years old), Elizabeth (12 years old), Melinda (10 years old), and Amy (9 years old). All five were energetic, like their mother, and had strikingly red hair, also like their mother. The Irish heritage was apparent even if you didn't know their last name was McInish.
Amanda wept quietly. She was at a complete loss as to what to do. Sure, John had a hefty life insurance policy and they had always been cautious and set aside money in case of emergency, but Amanda had not held a job in almost 18 years. She knew that she wouldn't need a job for a few years yet, but she could not trust her children's future to fate.
A hand on her shoulder quickly brought her back to the present. It was Edward, John's supervisor. Edward "Call me Ed" McAllister was the senior partner of the lawfirm McAllister, Neilsen, and Brunnels. John had been in line to become a partner in the fall, but now that would never happen.
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Thirty minutes later, they were all back in the room. Well, all but Michelle. On her way back to the room, Elaine had seen Michelle's body being dismembered in the kitchen. They were pulling out organs from inside her body. Michelle's head had been cut off and was stuck on a post at the end of one table. Elaine shuddered as she realized that that would be her fate in about an hour. On the other hand, she decided, she would be dead, so it would not matter.
None of that, however, took the edge off of her terror. Her own mother was going to kill her. And Elaine was terrified. She really did not want to die. She did not want to feel the pain Michelle felt. She knew that watching it somehow made her very horny, but during the whole time their mother worked on her, the only time Michelle looked like she might be feeling pleasure was when their mother was fucking her. And that only lasted two or three minutes. The rest of the time, it looked like Michelle was in unbearable pain.
Elaine thought about her school. She was a sophomore in high school. She was liked by most of the girls and more than a few of the boys. She was pretty without being beautiful. She sang in the chorus and played the clarinet. She would be missed. How would they explain her absense?
Elaine certainly never expected to die before her high school graduation. And more to the point, she never expected to be hurt by her mother. Hell, her mother was even against spanking, for god's sake. And here her mother was. She had killed one daughter (and gotten off sexually while doing it) and was about to kill another daughter.
Elaine was again bound at the wrists and hung on a hook. This time, it was the hook Michelle had hung from. Alanna had mentioned something about this hook being better positioned where the cameras were concerned. That gave Elaine a shock. They were filming this? Other people would be seeing their pain, suffering, and deaths? Then, Elaine remembered that her mother had been the murderer. There was nothing covering her face. If other people saw the film, then her mother could be prosecuted for murder.
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I loved these stories, and they were stored on the old site. Does anyone still have them and can report them? Thanks
I'm glad to hear that you liked them. If that link fails, I still maintain a copy of everything I write.
Fall of a queen... - Original lemon by MISTER BIG T
I wrote this to amuse myself while I was ill
Relmina let out a low, pained sigh. If tedium could kill, then she would have been dead eons ago. That is, of course, if she could have died. The Spider Demon lounged within her lair, her luxurious form supported by gossamer strings. The naked beauty reached up, plucking a bound adventurer from a stalagmite. The woman struggled weakly, moaning behind her bonds.
"Ooh shush..." She cooed, while opening her mouth as incredibly big and slipping the red haired woman inside while she tried to scream hard, as she swallowed her whole. "Ah...You'll be reborn as my thrall soon enough..." The female sighed, rolling back upon her hammock, smiling as her meal rolled down into her stomach.
Meanwhile Feralzen had been disguised as a human, while touring across the nearby towns in search for information. It had been quite some time that during one of her walks, she had sensed some extremely potent dark energy within an old, abandoned mine. Not intending to rush into the fray without any idea of what was going on, she had pumped the villagers from all the possible rumors and then in the end drawing her own conclusions. From what she had realized, the being was some sort of a monster; the sole survivors had said it had the appearance of a woman with spider like looks. Feralzen took a small sip from a water quiver she had been holding tied from her belt. The ebony female was simply said gorgeous while appearing as human. Slender curves were covered up by the ragged up commoner clothing that did very little to cover up the massive bulge in between her legs. Soon, she would begin walking into the mines eager to face this "spider woman."
What had once been a thriving source of income for the nearby villages was now nothing more than a den of evil. The mines had long since been voided of human life. The corpses of the miners had long since been disposed of. In their place, Relmina had put her pets. They crawled silently through the mines, women of all shapes, colors, and creeds transformed into half-spider monsters like their Mistress. They sweptMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
With Roderick's icy, little hand tucked in my own, we strolled down the dirty streets for The Doctor's place. Not to be confused with a human medical practitioner, The Doctor was more like an apothecary twisted by a mortician's ways.
The night before, I dreamed of cutting the stomachs out of many humans, many traitors to my Mother. I dreamed of breaking their smallest bones, like their fingers. I dreamed of forking out their eyeballs and feeding them to Roderick. I dreamed most about pushing my cold hands through the cavities of their opened stomachs, through the hot and alive intestines and livers and lungs. I did not dream, however, of them screaming in agony. In fact, they did not make any noise at all.
When I awoke, I knew I must change that. I had to hear the screams of despair. I had to put those cries back in my dreams.
"Ah!" a voice cried as soon as we entered the building, "look what Charon brought across the river, Adelram and his boy." From out of the back room came an old, pale man with a wiry storm of white hair on his head. He pushed one of the magnifying lenses strapped to his face out of the way of his eye, but left the other one. The small light he turned off.
"Hello," I said, and smiled. I indicated the blood on The Doctor's apron with my free hand. "Business is well?"
"Oh yes," he said, looking down at his front, not surprised. "People are dying every day, of course."
"Wonderful," I said.
"It is. Ah, come in, come in." He waved his hands in beckon and spun around to scoot behind the counter. "What can I do for you? I know you must be here on gruesome business."Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
There is nothing like the sound of a human screaming in pain. I have heard no animal able to recreate the noise that echoes from the depths of a human's throat when they are in the throes of agony.
Leaning down, I smiled at the nude woman strapped to the wrought iron frame of the bed. "You," I said gently, "have been very bad."
Already, the nipples on each breast had been cut away. Her tongue had been removed and her mouth lay gaping with blood.
"Don't worry, though," I continued, lifting up a pair of small pliers. "I shall help you repent and, after, gain eternal freedom." Facing her again, I smiled.
When I bent over her with the pliers at the ready, she tried to scream, but it only came out as a gurgle. "It won't hurt," I whispered and clamped the prongs of the pliers around one of her stained teeth. "Just a small pinch... and it's over." Turning my wrist slowly, I twisted the tooth in her gum, roots and all, then pulled it out with minimal force. Her scream resembled something of a falsetto and it sent chills down my spine.
"One is just not enough," I said, putting the pliers over another of her teeth. "How many should we do, Roderick? Two? Three?" I glanced at the boy who was looking over my leg hungrily, drool spilling over his bottom lip and down his neck. "All of them?" With a yank, I jerked the second tooth free from her gum and listened to her howl through the blood in her throat.
For an hour, I teased her. After I pulled a tooth, I would let her soak in her pain, let it diminish almost to a dull ache before I worked on pulling another. When she was all gums and whimpers, I let Roderick suckle on her mouth as he liked, so long as he didn't eat her flesh.
"What about this, Roderick?" I asked, turning around to show what I had pulled from The Doctor's bag. Roderick stopped and looked up, seemed to smile just maybe, and stared. "I thought that, too." I grinned.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hell on earth - Lemon by MISTER BIG T
My most fucked up lemon ever
It all began with destruction.... Seemingly endless and pointless destruction of a small town.
Sapphire, an 8-year-old girl nun huddled in the dining hall with all the other initiates, curled up into a ball on the floor of the church, one of the few remaining buildings in the town. Dressed in her simple wool nun's habits, she sobbed softly. The sky was raining blood. The rivers turned to fire, and the crops to ash. This could only be the end of times.
Suddenly the doors leading to the room were literally, blown to shreds, some of the splinters immediately killing several of the people inside. After the dust cleared, six extremely muscular black women were standing behind a beautiful woman with a completely white hair. She had very large breasts and a sly smile as she looked around the room. Her skin tone was that of a milk chocolate, Sapphire's favorite treat albeit in no way was this monster sweet. "Followers of God, you may bow down to your new mistress, your new deity, and maybe your lives shall be spared.... Bow down to me, the queen of the demons.... Feralzen, thorn of the devil..... " she teased them.
Sapphire was the only one that was not wailing. Of the 20 initiates that had been in the room, only 13 of them remained, including Sapphire. All 12 of the older girls were headstrong in their beliefs, and stood up to oppose the demonic invaders, "You are abominations against God! Leave this place at once!" Sapphire just liedobbing on the ground, curled up on her side. A sliver of wood from one of the doors lay imbedded in her side, some blood trickling down her nun's habits.
Feralzen roared in laughter as she approached them. "There are too many holes and too few poles at the moment... While I usually enjoy breaking the feisty ones, I am after something more... Exotic at the moment..." she spoke as she placed her hand before the face of the woman who had just spoken. Before she could even speak again, Feralzen punched her fist throughout her face and throughout the neck before retreating it back out, licking on some braiMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
>>5
Post it! I'd like to see that one about Sapphire becoming a demon.
>>7
As I said, she has already become a demon in it. Nevertheless, while waiting for that, I suggest to read up the spider story called "Fall of a Queen."
As Freezing Persons Recollect the
Snow--First Chill--Then Stupor--Then the
Letting Go
The cold hard facts of freezing to death
By Peter Stark
When your Jeep spins lazily off the mountain road and slams
backward into a snowbank, you don't worry immediately about
the cold. Your first thought is that you've just dented your
bumper. Your second is that you've failed to bring a shovel. Your
third is that you'll be late for dinner. Friends are expecting you at
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>>6
You are absolutely correct Mr./Mrs. Anonymous. This story is not guro. It is a scientifically accurate, descriptive, tale about the process of hypothermia. I posted the story to provide inspiration. Hopefully this will stimulate creativity in regards to the more erotic elements of a frozen death.
Chapter N 20 has been added do my google docs account:
The Popular Girl - http://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0B9z2UlZRlZpFNDg5ZjlhYjktYWRhZC00M2ZjLThkMjctOGM2ODgwOTdjYTBk&hl=en
The Popular Girl EX(Extra) - http://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0B9z2UlZRlZpFOTk5MjRmYzAtODg4MC00MmJiLThhMjQtZjhmZTE0NjZjMjAx&hl=en
The Popular Girl SP(Special) - http://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0B9z2UlZRlZpFNWU4MDNjYmUtNjRmMC00NDU0LWI1YTAtNDg3ZTUzOWZhMjNj&hl=en
The Popular Girl N(New or 2) - http://docs.google.com/leaf?id=0B9z2UlZRlZpFYTYzNzc1YzYtYTA0ZS00ZjNlLTllM2UtMjJmOGYwMTY2NGVk&hl=en
