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. :)
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I was thinking 4-5 cm in size, actually. I remember that being just on the edge of being uncomfortable when someone shoved it into my mouth but I could get it out on my own. And since most dildos are about that width, it was a reasonable size to have Sable shove into Licker.
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There is going to be a lot of tension going forward. Of the bitches, there are only five main ones (Merrie, Licker, Sama, Sable, and Dixie). The rest I'm trying to show things happening to them, but not going into *too* much detail.
Oh, questions I can answer.
1. Sable's fighting or lack of fighting ability has entire chapter dedicated to it. This is mostly foreshadowing of what is to come.
2. I'm thinking either +2 or +4 breasts, but having them very small and mostly just nipples. I actually don't have a strong opinion on that yet. I'm open to suggestions.
3. That I can't really answer. Mainly because the learning what an alpha is, both in magical abilities and in attitude, is pretty much what act two and parts of three are all about.
4. Merrie's love is not a zero sum. Which means, while she will always love Bass more than any other, she has also been falling for Borias, Piffin, and (maybe) Tabitha. Part of that is being a beta but also because of who she is.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hmmm...Interesting. Obviously, were entering Act II. Also can alphas be made? And Licker shouldn't have too many. Maybe four , but have them like a dog's nipples, little buds that can grow hard when suckling. As long as the bitches appear constantly. I'm happy.
Oh yeah, what did Bass do to Tabitha? She has a very strange relationship with him, saving his life but being an ass to him when possible.
I found the naked young girl lying in a field. She looked 14, perhaps a youthful 15. Her breasts were small and perky, her pretty pussy nearly hairless. Her legs were long, and slender the way only pubescent legs can be slender. I admired her waist-to ass ratio. She had nice, athletic hips. The girl would look amazing suspended by her wrists.
She was asleep, clearly in the midst of an unusual dream. As I observed, her tiny anus clenched and unclenched. I knelt down and allowed her anus to swallow my index finger. She didn't wake. I left my finger insider her warm body while examining her further.
I should mention the unbroken metal sphere encasing her head.
Its only hole existed to accept her slender neck, and a rubbery liner sealed any spaces around her young throat. The metal gleamed, and no sounds escaped. This was a royal punishment sphere. These were permanent. I knew that any space inside the sphere was filled with a lightweight, hardened foam. The sphere would not wobble at all, and no sensory information at all would penetrate. She could breathe, and she was kept alive by cycling nutrients, leaving her free to wander the world for the rest of her life without any chance of escape or merciful death. This was the first time I'd seen the device on such a young, pretty victim. How she'd run afoul of the empire, I could not guess.
As I pondered, the young girl began to grow aroused in her sleep. Lubrication leaked from her small vagina, trailing down between her thighs and along the crease of her little butt. I wiggled my finger inside her, and she stirred. Her muscles squeezed my finger, sucking on my knuckles. I wondered if she was moaning inside the sphere.
Victims of the punishment sphere are crowned in front of Town Hall, then suspended from the Magnet for as long as the council requests, sometimes forever. Crowds form, hands grasp and squeeze. The prisoners dangle helplessly, restrained in no other way, free to pound on their spheres and push desperately against the Magnet, though no human can overwhelm its strength.
This girl would have been heavily molested for as long as she dangled there. With my other hanMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
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Yeah but she's NOT without social contact... if she's given tons of physical intimacy and familiarity (like via her master's special way of identifying herself which I suggested)
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then she'd fare just fine, I think. They could easily work out a means of communication. Shit, braille would work...
Helen Keller, that's all I'm saying. Lol.
A pleasant crunching accompanied each step along the footpath of Walpole Park walkway, the gravel shifting endlessly under the sole of my heaviest boot. The winter season had drawn darkness in far earlier, as it so often does, but tonight seemed special, the dark seemed thicker, punctured slightly by a moon mostly obscured by thick streaks of cloud and the various tree limbs reaching towards the sky. Small clouds of steam vented my mouth with every breath and a shiver kept my skin alive even beneath my thick coat.
I gazed at my wrist to watch the clock face tick past 10:30, I knew it wouldn’t be long.
My night time walks often allowed a welcome respite from the day to day life, the day to day tolerance of insipid and idiotic humans; they appeared no more than meat puppets in my eyes, leaving me to grow even more reclusive through the years. But still, I’d grown regrettably dependant on this society and met daily with fresh drooling idiots, whatever pleasure I felt in life came in the form of livid fantasies of their demise. I’d pleasure myself to the scenes I imagined, prolonged torture, the look of hopelessness, the final breaths; it pleased me more than any amount of their clumsy and predictable “erotica” ever could, where plastic blondes bounced repeatedly on large dicks to a cacophony of false moans. But tonight wasn’t about fantasy, tonight was about my rebirth.
Every night I’d walk this route and at 10:39 I’d meet eyes with a sweet young dog walker. I never learnt her name, but she looked like a Cindy. She had straight black hair curling slightly by her shoulders, a smooth, delicate face, pouting lips always twisted at one end, so morose, truly adorable.
She walked a small Scotty dog, white in whatever areas where not perpetually tinted with dirt, name of “Daisy” from what I overheard.
Mine and Cindy’s encounters would consist of a glancing look, a false nod and smile, and then return to walking at a fair distance, but not tonight.
10:39, and there she was, right on time, her perfect silhouette still visible even in such arid dark, Daisy’s yipping leading the charge. At once I began to frantically pat my chest, falling to my kneMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
CHAPTER ONE
The sun was dipping low behind shadowed woods, casting orange pools across the beautiful post-Victorian style home’s cherry wood floors and eggshell walls. Shadows danced across an elegant cream furniture set and flowing white lace curtains that were now ruined, saturated in the ruby stains of fresh blood. A warm summer breeze slid through the shattered sliding glass door where they had entered, the tiny shards glimmering in the soft light. Marble coffee table overturned, a veritable sea of paperwork, books, and an empty coffee mug strewn across the floor. They had come through the door, the younger knocking politely and requesting to be let inside. She screamed at them to leave, rattled off a thousand rude insults before the older had grinned evilly as he swung his Louisville Slugger and shattered the door into an explosion of a thousand glittering pieces. She had tried to run, only to trip over the expensive table and go sprawling across the floor, leaving her stunned with a twisted ankle.
If she had known, only two years ago, that the table would aid her very demise she would not have been so adamant to get it. She would not have badgered her husband about it, pouting and frowning and begging cutely until it was gifted to her. She would have wrinkled her nose at the sight of its elegant curves and artistic form. She would have smashed it.
A few feet away from the table was a dark pool of red that stretched into a long, smeared trail. The slick prints of where she pressed her hands against the floor in a feeble attempt to drag herself to safety, sneaker prints from where they had stepped as they followed her. Another pool of blood where she had stopped, unable to continue through the burning pain. Dark droplets that had fallen from her corpse led to the stairway, from where they had carried her.
“Darn it, Alfred, stop playing around and help out!” Matthew grumbled, shooting a glare down at his brother. He rearranged her thin legs in his arms, back sore from hefting the majority of her weight as his brother babbled on and on about the woman’s home, character, and physical aspects.
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Ah, okay. Makes sense, and thanks for clearing up the confusion.
Sucks about the writer's block, I know how that feels. Hopefully it'll pass soon enough. Wish I had some sort of clever way to combat it, but my own method, generally, is to come onto Gurochan, so... Good luck!
This info is on my author's page on other sites and I kinda forgot to put it here.
This story isn't dead! I'm actually done with ch.4 but I don't like to post the normal version when the clean one isn't done. The clean one is fighting me tooth and nail so I'm corresponding with someone to see if they can help work me through this problem I worked myself into.
Blackwood sits over an enormous dungeon. Nobody knows how many girls suffer down there, or how deep the labyrinth goes, so you can tell any story you like with this setting. Below is the little description that birthed it. I left the dungeon a mystery, consider it an infinite blank slate for future guro authors to play with. Create your own floors for a story, or just follow the experience of a single, unlucky girl.
But please, never show the ranch owners. You may describe them as shadows, describe how their hands feel on your victim's terrified flesh... but never give readers a good look at these monsters. There lies the mystery I've created.
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Deep in the rocky hills of the American midwest, there's a ranch with no visitors.
Out there the trees grow ragged, and the winds blow cold off the Continental Divide. There's no farm, no livestock. Just a small oak shack, leaning to the side, windows dark and dusty, porch rotting. Driftwood fences surround the property, undecorated, repaired yearly. I've seen Blackwood Ranch on Google Earth, flown overhead in my uncle's crop duster, mailed letters to its valid legal address. No postman could deliver them, I expected as much. Rather, I wrote for the thrill, I wrote to prove something for myself, to interact with a myth.
The closest I ever got was on January 12, 2004.
I saw the place from a mile off, through binoculars. I was alone in my jeep, and I knew to venture no further. Two years prior I'd begun work as a private investigator, tracing missing persons across the county. Sometimes a case led here, and that was the end. Today was one of those days.
Instantly I could see the Fairbrooks girl, hanging noosed from the front gate, naked and bound, taunting me. The noose looped clearly around her neck, its knot pulling up behind her left ear, fibers visibly constricting her throat. During the three hours of my stake-out, she never went still. The slender girl jerked and wiggled, bucking her legs, swaying to and fro. Her feet hovered several feet off the ground, there was no escape for the poor giMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Hey I am making a cannibalism based story, with gore, and whatever else you want, so, please post some ideas, and ill make sure, to add a story.
Also, i wish to apologize first, This will be my very first story in the Lit section, so, it may fail.
Oh well... better get started.
My mind is a bit shaky from the hard day, but I can tell you that, I talked and RP'ed with her, and her actions and speech can't be a man-troll.
She has asked me to upload our RP in a story form. I'll get me some tea, and will form them into a story. Please hold.
Our MSN talk started with the following, the one being addressed as Kagura-San is Neko Queen, and I am...well, call me Theo.
We wanted to make a RP involving Azumanga characters volunteering to be barbequed at whatever spring festival the Japanese hold. It was about to involve some naughty preparation, oiling, stuffing, and some agonizing alive roasting. She decided Tomo would volunteer for the best, and not ask for drugs to alleviate the pain. I'll add a few raw MSN past sentences before starting narrative...
-how about you are kagura-san, volunteering for her fine sun tanned athletic body, asked to be the honored student to be roasted at a festival,
you are anxious, and darkly excited about what you are asked for
-Sounds fine by me ^^ if I may ask, how will I be cooked?
barbequed
-Whole?
-Yes...you will be roasted alive.
-Ok ^^ sounds great on my side. ^^ of course, I will feel pain right ^^
*this starts*
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after we have RP'ed some more... I will try to put the rest in story form...dear me...MSN history being put in text form is a bit messy...Forgive my english (germanfag here, lol we are all internet cannibals)
Kagura-san was nervously glancing around as she stood naked before the firepit. She had volunteered to be cooked as a human roast meat, and on top of that, cooked alive. Part of her mind was fiendishly pleased at the prospect of being manhandled, prepared, oiled, stuffed through the anus and vagina and roasted like a pig.Part of her was afraid, she would die in a few hours, and once you sign the papers, there is no going back.
A male and female student approached her. There was a mat in front of the fire, along with several pots ful of stuffing, olive oil and vegetables.
The female who came to her was a younger student with a cook's apron. Haruka, who was 2 years younger than her, yet volunteered to handle the festival dishes, normal, or long pork. Being 5 feet tall, and slim and shy-looking, she didn't look convincing to be a young girl who volunteered to butcher and prepare live people.
"um...Kagura-san, are you sure you are going to do this? B-being the barbecue for the school's summer festival?"
Kagura replied with a voice belying her fear.
"Yes, it's a great honour to do,,. You know how much I'm always aiming to be the best, well, now this is that time, huh?"
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have the ideas for a story, just don't know how to put it together or have the time to make it good. the main character is infected in away that she is more human then zombie/mutant.the reason for this is that she was infected when her mother got turned into a zombie/mutant.this caused the disease to become more symbiotic then harmful.after being born she could be found be a character from the games or she grows up rapidly to whatever age and goes of on her own.
some ways this effected her are.making her impossible to kill by making her body regenerate way to fast for even fire to kill.this form of immortality also stops her age at a certain point 13 or below i was thinking.the parts of her brain that controls sex hormones are at least twice as large while the section for advanced thought processing is smaller. this makes her kind of a dumb sex maniac,as well as being extremely well endowed but not with it be over board.she is also a extreme masochist for example if she was being eaten by a zombie she would find more pleasure then pain in the experience.this also makes her look for dangerous situations.
she also emits a pheromone that causes anything to become horny even zombies and mutants.this also makes them produce sperm which impregnates her,creating ether some human hybrid of that creature or something that looks human.on top of this her natural lube and saliva are full of what can be consider sperm because if comes into contact with a females genital area then it can impregnate her.she could also possible have tentacles come out from her ass, mouth and vagina or something when she is have sex with a girl,which she can use to transfer whatever is in her womb to the person.they could also be used to just plain impregnate them.
a lot of ideas in my opinion that could be used by someone.
everything is awesome. i want to see her get caught by Plant 42.
i sort of was requesting for someone to take ago with using the ideas i put down and writing a story with them.the main reason being not sure really how turn the ideas into story partly because i don't play re just was going through some hentai on it and got the idea.plus it would probably be better typed if someone else did it.though maybe give some ideas as well on what should happen to be used by some who decides to do it or i might decide to try,not promising good punctuation and stuff though if i do.
since my story page is getting near the bottom of the story pool i guess i will do a intro.i only know what i got from the wiki so not promising accuracy.
it was nighttime and in the city were even at night their should be plenty people going about their business. but about the only things in the city doing their business were hordes of zombies and mutants. the business of which mainly consisted of hunting for prey which consisted heavily on living humans.on the surface of the city almost all living prey had ether got away or fallen to the infected. one of the few survivors still left in the area had fled below ground into the sewer system hoping that there were nothing dangerous down their.
now to avoid humans this could work since most would be on the surface. but more then just humans had been effected by the disease that caused this disaster.the lone survivor was a young woman probably 20-25 range.she would considered be quit attractive,long blond hair,good sized breasts,a nice bubble butt,long athletic legs,a light tan all without a trace of excess fat on the body.about the only thing that could be considered unattractive by some people. was that she was obviously pregnant not enough yet that it really impended her movement, or she would probably not have survived.what was going through her mind would probably be.i can't believe this happening everyone is dead,how will i survive let alone have a baby,how can i raise a child knowing how the world is. if she was luck if she managed to get through the nearest sewer pie exit there she would see a s.t.a.r. boat picking up any remaining survivors,but if is a strong word meaning in this case she wasn't lucky enough.
from the sewr sludge a creature resembling a small sea star or octopus or perhaps some type of mutated insect and bit her it was only a eat and jump so she didn't manage to see it.she managed to convince herself that she just cut herself and didn't notice it early so she would be fine.sadly this wasn't the case and she had been infected,she found this out just as she reached the next crossing in the sewer system the one with the exit.the last thing to go through her mind before she lostMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
(her hands are cuffed in front. A crotchrope runs between her legs, joining her cuffs to the back of a tight belt around her waist. She can't move her hands far from her pussy.)
(sorry for the stream-of-consciousness.
He hoists me onto my toes. I tremble, he pats my little tummy. I keep rubbing my vagina, I'm so moist. The noose beckons, an impatient rope. I don't want to go up there. Please don't hoist me any further. I don't want to be extinguished. I want to exist. I cum a little, my tiny pussy is dripping. I'm so helpless and naked. I can't stop what they're going to do to me, I'm powerless. Drool oozes around my humiliating ballgag. MMMMMFFOH, I moan, sobbing. My pussy feels so good. I don't want to die. He hoists me a little higher, I teeter. They laugh. I begin to pee, I'm so terrified and embarassed. Pee trickles down my thighs. It's on my toes. I cum, whimpering.
"Soon your life will be over." MMMMMMPHHhh! No, please! Don't hoist me up! Don't strangle me! I'm so afraid and aroused! Don't pull me any higher! They're masturbating to me. "Happy birthday little girl!" More laughter. I wiggle my butt, farting quietly. A little higher, I stumble, the noose strangles me. That's how the noose will feel, once I'm up there. I'll never come down again. I'll hang forever like the other corpses. My heart is pounding. I play with my clitoris, it feels good. I don't want to be a corpse. He spanks me, I stumble and suffocate. My cute choking sounds turn me on. I orgasm. Mmmmmmm, my pussy feels so good. A little higher. I can barely breathe. "We're going to hoist you up soon." MMMMMMMM! "Ready to join your friends up there? Look at their bodies." He plays with my stiff little nipples. "They're dead. They have no thoughts anymore. Ready to be like that?" MMMFF, mmmm! No! No! Please! NOOOO! I want to have thoughts! I don't want to be a corpse! Drool drips between my pubescent little breasts. I pull on my handcuffs, the crotchrope feels really good. I wiggle my hot little butt. I'm so scared, and helplesMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Very sexy! This was intense
...awkward read at first, you have to work up to that level of intensity, can't just jump into it. Erotic fiction is like a striptease
But as I read I really got into it. Or maybe you hit your stride, I don't know. Either way it was awesome by the end. Just start with more clarity, don't just hit me with a wall of passion and anxiety like that. I didn't even have context going into this, which can be nice, but it must be handled correctly.
On another note, I'm glad you didn't die of autoerotic asphyxiation, though it's kinda sexy to think about. I mean, look what story I clicked on.
...too furry? Not furry enough? :p
Selene's Quaint, Quint's Not
By JD joandoe@gmail.com
Description: Centuries old Vampire Selene is brutally raped by newly enhanced Quint, the massive Lycan-Juggernaut.
Content Codes: MMF, MF, pwp, rape, cream pie, viol
Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own Underworld: Awakening or any characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.
Additional Credit: This story is based on a request from Dr Blasphemy of T-S-S-A.
As a Death Dealer, Selene felt contempt for the fear visible in the faces of the vampire coven. Only David had any true spirit, and his enthusiasm boosted a few of the others. The rest ran for shelter at the mouse-mannered elder’s cry. She was reminded of insects cringing as their rocks were turned over, as the intruders hammered for entrance in their search for her newfound daughter. Though expecting humans, she felt little surprise to see Lycans pouring into the coven’s home instead. Perhaps only curiosity that they appeared at the peak of physical condition for Lycans, and not the pathetic beaten wretches David and his father had alluded too. The fate was fast, brutal, and went badly for every Lycan to get in Selene’s way, but she could see the Vampires were outnumbered and quickly turned back to arrange her daughter’s escape with David.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
I found these years ago on Bianca's Smutshack and saved them. Recently found them again while tidying up. I didn't write these, but figured they were good enough to share.
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Spider Attack
Tassi crouched on one knee, back to the wall. Her M-16 rifle level and slowly moving the 180 degree arc up and down the corridor. Her right eye to the rear sight post, cheek to the stock. Tassi's reserve of nerve was evaporating rapidly as desperate screams and panicked orders came through over the net into her earpiece. She did not speak into her mouthpiece. She would be just one more sound in the cacophony. Her huge chest expanded as she breathed rapidly, nearly bursting her black combat fatigues open.
Movement on her right, near the ceiling. A shape the size of a small Volkswagen. Tassi did not think or check her fire, she sighted on and instantly fired two 3 round bursts. Then she was up and moving, on pure instinct. Sprinting down the corridor she heard Evans die, then Rogers was cut off mid sentence. The net was quieting down, her team was being wiped out.
Tassi had joined the Marines at age 16. After 3 years active duty, she transferred to the reserve corp. so she could settle down state side. Her dad was a Vietnam vet, and with Tassi's exemplary military record, he hooked her up with her job on the city's elite SWAT unit. Still a teenager for a few more months, she yet impressed her team as being one of the cooler heads in the unit. Her own military experience was backed by her father's extensive stories from Nam.
"When in doubt, empty your magazine." her father had told her.
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t'sade didn't write them, just posted them to his forum.
ctrl+f
-orgasm
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Welp, looks like she didn't enjoy it, guess I'm not reading it. lol.
Spider Attack 2
Jacci stumbled along the rocky path between summer trees. Her 5 inch high heels stabbing for loose purchases on the thin dirt trail winding through the wood.
"Mac had better be right about this." She muttered under her breath.
Mac had gone to the junior High School just a quarter mile the other side of the line of high steel towers carrying electrical wires through Green County. As Mac said it, there were trails all through here, and a few came out by Burlington Research. Jacci figured that if she kept the electrical wire towers on her right, she would not get lost. Emerging from a clump of trees, she received confirmation by two plumes of smoke rising up ahead. She figured no more than a half mile.
A half mile more cross country in this outfit. Jacci inspected her goldenrod skirt and blouse for the hundredth time since leaving the TV van. She would not appear disheveled on a TV news broadcast! Her tight skirt stretched nearly halfway down her thigh, showcasing her long, tanned legs. If upstairs complained, she could explain it was a summer outfit. She spent hours in aerobics and climbing her "Stair Master" (while wearing her highest heels) sculpting her calves and thighs to the point where her legs could stop traffic at a NASCAR race.
She was not going to hide all that from her public.
Jacci turned at the waist, swinging her huge bosom around with her to look over her shoulder. She knew this stance would show off her best 'Dolly Parton' profile. Jimmy was not behind her.
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I imagine this is too light for GUROchan, despite featuring a character known for being insane. Well, I'm writing one involving Yuuka, which may or may not make up for that.
Well, hope this is relevant to someone's interest anyway.
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It was quite clear that the blonde vampire was nervous as she sat upon her four-poster bed, if the way she clenched her fists together between her knees were any indication. Flicking her tongue across pointed fangs, Flandre Scarlet spoke in a surprisingly soft voice, “R-Remi, aren’t you… embarrassed?”
Remi, or rather, Remilia Scarlet, turned to her little sister after locking the door of her bedroom, a small smile on her face. Removing the mob cap from her lavender-coloured hair, she began to remove her pink-coloured dress with an air of confidence.
“Of course not! Why would I be, Flan?”
Flandre blushed and forced her gaze to the floor by her feet, the toes of which were rubbing together. She figured her older sister had every right to be embarrassed, considering what they were going to do.
It was an odd relationship, to say the least. The two vampires - despite being roughly five hundred years of age each, yet physically ten - were sisters, so various taboos were already in the way of their romance. Not that any other resident of their mansion was likely to complain, and perhaps Gensokyo was more accepting than the Outside World when it came to stuff like this, but the viewpoints drilled into their heads since childhood lingered on, well after they had decided their love was more than sisterly.Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
A fresh start cannot stop us.
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Seki stared blankly ahead, unable to avert her gaze. She couldn't explain how she got there, but she was in a room, darkened and metal paneled. A single light, recessed into the ceiling, cast a bright circle before her.
A single teddy bear sized mother Jissou toddled it's way into the pool of light and gazed at her.
"Ms. Lady - sister?"
A vague sense of nausea swept over Seki. The thing had definitely not led a comfortable life. It's dress was frayed, it's mouth corners lined from stress, and darkened from the green of eating it's own poop,at best. The flabby, sagging Jissou stank too, the piercing reek of fecal matter clinging to it. A green trickle ran down one if it's legs, as if to testify to this.
"You hate it don't you?" the oddly soft and grandfatherly voice came from nowhere.
"Filthy, disgusting. Lacking all grace or care for any thing but itself."
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Ten Thousand Stumps
Show 2 : All Guns Blazing
Continued from >>524
Thierry Genestar
By all accounts, she remembered just right.
After a night sleeping in the car, we went and explored the whole area. Took us the whole morning and a bunch of “Hm, nope, nevermind, desu”, but we finally found the mysterious mansion she was taken to and then told to forget.
There's...not a whole lot a doubt remaining. There's the house, there's the mountain, there's the forest, and HOLY FREAKING SHIT HOW MANY JISSOUS ARE THERE ?
Well, to be honest, I am running after a mysterious group which only confirmed trait is to be able to manipulate large amounts of the pests. But you know, sometimes you can't help but jump, no matter how prepared you are.
Sylvia, is, of course, aghast with excitement. She wanted to get back lost time ? Hell, she can get back a whole century with all the crap she's looking at.
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I am Jissouseki, hear me roar.
Chapter 5
As I was walking away from the trash can I had tossed the Jissou tribes clothes into, I heard pitiful wailing in the distance.
I smiled and kept walking.
A short time later I reached the Jissou shop.
"Hey man" the guy the ran the pet shop asked "are you sure this is a good idea?"
Let me elaborate. This trip wasn't quite as spur of the moment as it may seem. Upon having my idea when Gorgo's green eye pregnancy occurred, I had called Dave, the owner of the pet store, and arranged for some items to be made up.
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Hey guys, this is a riff on an idea that was posted by someone in the Juan Gotoh thread in /art/
Classroom sex-ed and dissection class joined together? Oh yes!
I don't really know whether this is "hard" enough for gurochan, but some of my other stuff is here, so I thought I may as well post.
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Claire strained uselessly against the shackles that held her limbs immobile. The cuffs' hard, metal edges dug painfully into her flesh. She restlessly shifted her weight between her wrists and ankles.
Her captor, a girl with shoulder-length brown hair and clad in a set of white overalls, finished searching through her box of tools and turned around to face Claire. Between her thumb and forefinger she held a needle, fully eight inches in length, its immaculate surface glinting in the light. She grinned as she approached Claire, whose protests came in the form of incoherent murmurs due to the strips of tape covering her mouth. Her muffled cries grew in fervor as the girl took the nipple of Claire's left breast in between her thumb and forefinger, bringing the tip of the needle to rest against the soft, sensitive flesh.
The girl teased the nipple between her fingers awhile, twisting it this way and that, causing the skin to swell and redden slightly. She worked at it for a while, pulling and pinching, and every so often Claire let out a squeal as her teat was squeezed especially hard. Gripping firmly with two fingers, the girl pulled the patch of darker skin outwards, whilst she rested the needle's tip against its edge. Claire scrunched her eyes shut.
With a sudden thrust, she drove the needle through the soft tissue of Claire's areola, eliciting a strangled cry from her as waves of pain radiated outwards from the wound. The edges of the needle slid through freshly-exposed layers of raw flesh; the surrounding areas started to become inflamed almost immediately. The needle was withdrawn, leaving a droplet of blood beading at each end of its passage through the skin.
The sudden stab of pain began to abate to a steady, inescapable throbbing. Harsh bursts pulsated in time with Claire's heartbeat.
The girl raised the needle to her lips, extending the pink tip of her tongue to lick the blood from the implement. She smiled broadly in response to Claire'Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
You know, I hadn't though of this before, but after a few months in the Army, I'm wondering: Are the girls forced to participate in any sort of physical exercise? One would think they would be wanted to be kept in shape.
I know that's what I dread the most when the bright florescent lights come on above my bunk in the morning.
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I think Helen probably wants to keep the girls in shape just by controlling their diet - she wouldn't be too interested in developing their muscles. The weaker they are, the easier they are to handle and intimidate.
Anyway, sorry for the wait, everyone!
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Claire had felt physically ill watching the unconscious Zoe being carried off, slung over an attendant's shoulder. The rest of the girls viewing the torture had showed a variety of reactions: one of the nude girls had merely looked on with a kind of calm, dead-eyed expression, while the other fidgeted nervously with her handcuffs. Pink-haired girl had curled up in a ball on the floor, completely silent. Her companion had stood up, and then returned quickly to her sitting position at the sight of blue sparks crackling between the prongs of an attendant's shock baton. Presumably the others had now been returned to their various cells, or taken to the next session of whatever torture Helen had devised for them.
Claire, Emma and Laura had likewise been returned to their cell, and presently the three of them were sitting side-by-side, against the wall. The attendant who escorted them back hadn't removed their restraints, leaving them tethered together by their collars. It meant they had to reach a group consensus about moving anywhere, which wasn't made any easier by the fact that all three of them remained gagged.
Laura mumbled something that sounded like a suggestion to lie down, and they shuffled around to try and re-arrange their circumstances without accidentally choking each other. Lying on the floor wasn't much better - their straitjackets precluded any possibility of repositioning their arms, making it impossible to assume even a half-comfortable position. Claire rolled on to her front, grunting as her forearms pushed against her sternum. She tried experimentally to push the ball gag out of her mouth with her tongue, and got tantalizingly close to success before the effort became too much, and it settled back in place. She moaned in frustration.
Her jaw was beginning to ache unbearablyMessage too long. Click here to view the full text.
Imagined not a world, but a universe where ALL the girls were not real. They were either robotic, plastic, wooden, or synthetic, but all were man-made. I've wanted to create a series of stories like this, but I can't do it alone. That's, where you come in.
On this thread, you can make a request, or even publish a story(with my permission), to flesh out and create this world. The stories can be there own, or even cooler, connect to other stories, creating a history & mythology of this universe.
This thread will not only hold requests, but also be a hub to the other stories. Anyone can make a request to me, and if all goes well, I can make it into a story. If you would like to create your own story, please ask me for permission first, and tell me what it's about.
Now, let's begin making a world, a Man's world!
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You do NOT post requests in here. If you want requests, go to request. If no one can help you, too fucking bad. /lit/ is only for stories. Even bad ones, though they're almost as bad as spam, and this crap.