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 No.9728[Reply]

This is a dolcett/cannibalism story of which origins I'm not certain. It's been around for at least a decade, and at some point, somebody added a second half with a vore theme to it.

I figured I'd post it here for everyone to enjoy.

Amy shivered in the long line of naked, condemned girls. Like the other girls, Amy was totally naked, and her vulva was shaved, so that the people who eventually ate her vulva wouldn't get hair in their teeth. Two of her friends, Molly and Tasha, stood shivering in the cold line next to her. She also recognized Susan from her History class at high school. Amy was 16, and Tasha and Molly were 17. At the front of the line, seated nude behind a small desk, she saw another friend from high school, Lisa, a 17-year-old blond with big breasts that bounced when she walked.
Lisa, however, wasn't going to be butchered and cooked today like the rest of the girls. She simply worked at the processing plant. She was talking to each girl, taking down personal information, and grading their meat. She did this by measuring their breasts, waist, and hips, and determining their fat content with a small meter that ran a tiny electric charge through their bodies. She also fondled each girl's breasts, buttocks, and slipped a finger into each girl's vagina and rectum, and tasted the milk from their breasts.
Like most people, Amy, Tasha, and Molly had eaten girls before. Tasha and Amy loved eating fresh vulvas, and Molly and Tasha loved eating roasted breasts. In fact, both Amy and Tasha had butchered another girl themselves before, as birthday presents from their families.
Tasha stood before Lisa. Lisa looked mildly surprised to see Tasha. "Oh, hi, Tash," she said. "Let's see," she said, consulting her computer screen. "You were caught having sex with Molly here, the penalty for which is being eaten." She consulted her screen further. "Hmmm, you were found having 69 with Molly, 'eating' each other's vulvas." She sighed. "Tasha, girls should only eat vulva if it's fully cooked and not attached to another girl." She shook her head. "Well, I hope Molly's vulva tasted good, because soon both of your vulvas are going to be eaten for real."
Amy looked in wonder at Tasha and Molly. She hadn't known they liked girls. She wished briefly that she could have eaten their vulvas, they were so beautiful and tasty looking. Tasha and Molly were both tall and lean.
Tasha looked like a supermodel, with long legs and medium sized breasts wiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.9843

>>9808
Remembering back to the BBS era turns me on more than the story! Damn, tell me more about your 3 1/2" floppy. Which as we know, should be called a "stiffy", because 5 1/4" (and 8" oh oh oh!) were the real floppies.

 No.9844

>>9808

You can get a USB floppy drive on Amazon for $10 if you feel like it.

 No.10593

I wish it was possible for a beautiful woman to cook and eat me that would be Awsome

 No.13568

bump

 No.15135

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 No.15109[Reply]

The Orgasm

Zoey lynn backet was sentenced to die by lethal injection. She was woken up in her death row cell. “We need to move you to a death watch cell. ” the gourd said. She was resigned. She took a deep breath. She presented her hands to the gaurds.

She wore an orange jump suit. She was barefoot. Her hands waist and feet were placed in shackles. She was used to the procedure by then. Sense arriving at the death row sense She was formerly sentenced she did not leave any room without being shackled. She was used to this. This was old hat to her.

She had figured out how to walk with while shackled. The chains were praticlyoa part of her now. It hardly brothered her any more.

She had been a petty thef. She had been in and out of jail. She had not committed any serous crimes. During a robery a shop owner took out and she schot him. He died of his wounds a few days later.

She got away. The police discovered her dna and the evidence lead to her. She fled. She was trapped at a cabin. She opened fire. She schot and killed a police officer.

A witness saw her and called the police. She was arrested. The evidence waa rock solid. Her lawyer tried to get the prosecutor to agree to life in prison but the d.a would not budge. The d.a was determined to push for the death penalty.

Her lawyer had her dress like the girl next door. Had her braid her hair. Her lawer tried to potray her as the girl next door. The jury did not buy it. She was formerly sentenced to death.

She did not want to prolonge her wait to be executed. She waved her appeals. A date of her executuon had been set. Soon she would be put to death. She was at peace with it.

She was taken to a death watch cell. ” can you strip naked please. ” a female gaurd asked.she pulled off her orange jump suit. Then she took off her bra and panty.

She was given an enima. Her rectal area was totaly iragated. A saline solution was placed in her rectum. The contents were removed. They wiped her off.

She was given a shower. The female gaurd bathed her. “I am required yo bath you. ” she said. She washed her boobs. Shw washed her legs and feet ans belky and hair.

She spent most of the day naked. Then as the day got closer, she was moved to an area right next to the death chamber. She was naked as she was escorted there.

The warden arived. He sat down and explaned to hPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15110

The hanging

Ema rease miller was sentenced to hang. She had been accused of stealing funds from her compony. The compony wanted to make an example of her. She had insisted on her innocence.

The case by the prosecution was shotty at best. The compony had a lot of influence in the town. The country alowed private prosecution where a private entity could prosicute someone who had them wrong. The compony hired a former attoney general to lead the prosecution. She could not compete with there masive prosecution machine.

The jury only deliverated for an hour.they came back with a guilty verdict . the compony was very popular in the town. The compony was the biggest enployer in the county. It employed a lot of people. The compony spurned off schoots. It inspired other business that complimented the compony.

The compony had become a power base in the general reigion. County and town oficials were almost hand picked by the compony. This nation did not have some of the same jucidual protection as the u.s did.

In the case of a private prosicution, all death penalty cases were revewed by the sate supreme court. Many of the judges were loyal to the compony.despite her lawyers atempt to get the court to throw out the guilty plea, the appellate court help up the guilty plea and the death sentence.

A few years erlier, the comerce guild lobied the sate legislachor to make embezzlement eligible for the death penalty. It was very controversial. There were protest. The equivalent of the American cival liberties union tried to stop it. They did not have a lot of influence in this sate. There were other states that did have more of an influence.

Ema rease was part of a rags to ritches story. Her dad was a junkie who could bearly hold a job. He died from an overdose when she was seven years old.

Her mom worked several jobs but still could not make ends meet. Emma was smart. She had practical smarts. She loved math. She was good at it. She graduated from high school top in her class.

She got a scholarship to attend a prestigious school. She got good grades. She had been elected Her class financial secratary. She did a summer internship for the compony she later worked for.

She graduated first in her claherat hwr university. The compony she interned for tried to recruit her to join the compony. She started off in the accounting department and later on Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15111

Diapered lethal injection

Jamie had been convicted of multiple counts of murder. She was sentenced to death by lethal injection. All of her apeals were exhausted. While the governor could still commute her sentence to life in prison but given the saverity of the crime, that seemed highly unlikely. In all likelihood the execution was goung to happen as scheduled.

She was at peace with it at this point. She accepted it as a foregorn conclusion. She was ok with it. At this pount it what was. There was no avoiding it so she decided not to even try so she did not try. It was inevitable and she treated it as such.

She waa waiting in her death watch cell for them to arive. She waited for them to arive to get her. They would take her to the place of her execution. They would finish the final preparations before the mane event was to occurred.

She was laying down on her mattress. She was confortible in her small cott. She was wearing an orange jump suit and was barefoot. She was at peace. She was not agitated or jittery. She was perfectly calm and sirene. If you did not know better, you would never know that she was about to be put to death.

She was twenty two. She had brown hair she put in a poney tail. She was five six. She was atteactive. She looked like a girl next door. She did not look like a hardened criminal. Few hardened criminals do fit the mold.

She had been a good student. She graduated high school first in her class. She had a four.0 g.pa from a university. She was enployee of the mounth at her job several mounths runing. She hardly seemed like a candidate for the death penalty. What happened that caused this? It was one misstep that led to others that led to this.

One day in a bet she stole a candy bar from a convineient store. She never thought she would not get caught. She fully expected to. She figured she would get a fine. She was a pillar of the community so she figured that it would not be a big deal.

She lifted a candy bar.to her shock she got away with it..she vowed to never do it again. She felt si guilty she refused to even eat it. She threw it away. She was so disgusted with herself.

She vowed to never do it again. She had an urge to try it again. She had a kind of adrenaline rush. She tried to ignore it. It was like a junkie needing a fix. She could not resist forever.

She tried again. This time she stoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15127

The firing squad

Blackburn corectional facility was a maximum secuity facility that only housed those on death row. Many of the prisoners were political dissidents. Others were those who made disparaging remarks against the president and his administration. Some made a political coment an old lady disliked. She called the department of public safety and reported it. They were arrested and many were sentenced to death.

In this era, sentences for disent ran the gamut from short sentences to hard labor to death. Sentences for political duscent was at the discretion or whims of the judge. Someone sentenced to death could get a pardon or comutation but the judge could change there mind. The officer who ordered the commutation or pardon could be reversed by another judge or oficial. No action was final.a professor known for political activism got his death sentence commuted and was released. Ten years later, he was rearrested for the crime he was pardoned for. He was excicuted this time.

A favorite method of execution of the president was death by firing squad. Most crimes that warranted the death penalty was punisible by firing squad. The congress streamlined apeals process. Apeals were now at the discretion of the justice department. Most judges were appointed by the president and would not go against him.

A new program began where five death row inmates were chosen at random. They were procesed, lined up and schoot. It became a daily occurrence. Eleven am five inmates chosen at random processed and schoot.

All death row inmates Could be picked. Not just political prisoners but any condemned.

Blackburn only house female inmates. Any women in Blackburn could end up on the busdiness end of a gun.

Anna joy was pacing in her cell. She wore a prison uniform that resembled a potatoe sack. She was barefoot. The uniform was made of course material and was uncomfortable. Some inmates decided to just go naked. She wanted to perserve some if her dignity. They were not alowed underwear.

Anna had been an english literature major. She got good grades. She was on the deens list. She edited the school news paper. She grew up in a poor country area. Her parents bearly eaked out a living. She had beried herself in her studies in high school. She was valedictorian of her high school. She played sports as well.

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 No.2522[Reply]

This is my first snuff story, a sort of side universe to my 'Freedom to Fuck' free-use stories, which can be found here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/aliiens/17464/Freedom-to-Fuck

Thoughts, critiques and suggestions appreciated!

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Freedom to Snuff

“Now class,” I said, standing in front of the blackboard, “I must stress the importance of this test. We will be using the results of this exam to determine your classes for the next year. Do well, and you will be placed in advanced classes that will put you in good standing for your future life. Do poorly, and you will have to work even harder next year to compensate.”

I roughly pulled Laura’s head up and down my cock as I addressed the class. Like most schoolgirls, she had her hair in pigtails, and I used these as handles to really get some traction on her twelve year old throat. The girl looked up at me, trying to take in my words even as drool ran down her chin from her vigorous face-fucking.

“As always, we have a special incentive for the girls to do well. The bottom scoring girl in each class will be snuffed in a manner voted on by that class. Her remains will then be preserved and converted into the class fucktoy for the next yeargroup. You’ve all greatly enjoyed using Emily this year,” I gestured to the back of the room, where a girl’s cum-covered headless body was perched on a stool. “It is time for this class to contribute a girl for those who follow you.”

The girls looked at each other, some with fear but most with excitement. They had been speculating on who would be the class snufftoy for what seemed like half the year. Jeremy raised his hand, even as he gave himself a blowjob with Emily’s severed head.

“Just to be clear,” he said, “There’s no penalty for the lowest scoring boy, yeah?”

I sighed, pushed my shaft deep into Laura’s throat and held it there.

“Of course not boy, we can hardly go around snuffing males can we?” I said as Laura began choking on my cock. I released one pigtail and clamped her nose shut. “This school believes that boys are incentivised enough by the promise of higher challenges and greater learning.”

Which was of course bunk, as proven by the snickering of the boys in the classroom as I said it. Still, it was the party line, so I parroted it forth. Laura was turning a dPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.14897

>>14872

Smothering her by sitting on her face would be cool, maybe with some eye gouging or face punching to make it a more bloody affair

 No.14898

>>14872
How about strangling her to death, or a prolonged hanging.

 No.14902

Well, she could always take the old fashioned route and outright beat the little cunt to death. Or, if you want to be more violent, she could wrench her jaw off her face with her bare hands, and have a furious makeout with whatever's left. Something else that might be fun is cracking her skull like and egg by beating it against the ground until it breaks, then forcing her fingers into the crack, ripping her skull apart, and making herself cum by humping her brain until it's mush on her cunt.

 No.14905

Anna could try to fit as much of her breast into the little girl's mouth as she can and make the girl choke and suffocate on it.

 No.15117

Bump



 No.14106[Reply]

Hello, I know I've already posted this story as the 'Jennifer Series' but I've decided to expand on this universe and release more stories in future set in my 'Humanity Universe' as I'm calling it.

I've also rewritten a huge chunk of Jennifer to include the loli scenes I wanted in the original but wasn't allowed too when posting on Dolcettish.

The tags for the stories will be released per story though I don't enjoy scat so don't expect it here.

Without further ado I will post the rewrite of Jennifer's story. As I said on the last thread I hope someone gets in touch about proofreading, I try my best but mistakes will likely have slipped through.
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 No.15000

Hey everyone

So Gurochan is back and I still haven't posted the last chapter for May's story. Sorry about this, I have a very short attention span and just haven't been in the mood to write lately. Currently I'm on the last part of that story but I can't seem to find the will to finish it.

If I force myself to do it then the quality of the work will simply drop so I urge patience!

 No.15009

Here it is, the last chapter of May's adventure. I'm probably going to go on hiatus for a while and any stories I do submit will be completed to avoid long waits between chapters like this again.

Keep an eye on this space, I will be back!

Chapter Two: The Supermarket

“May?” said a familiar voice, “That's it kiddo, open your eyes.” May slowly opened her eyes and her body was soon racked with pain. When she tried to speak she could only cough. “Easy,” said that familiar voice, “You almost died.”

May looked around and remembered what happened. She had been hanged by some crazy store clerk who thought she was on the run. May rolled over onto her front, letting out hacking coughts as she struggled to breathe. A hand patted her back until she caught her breath and eventually May sat on her knees shivering.

Before she could say anything however she felt herself rise off the ground and realised that the Delivery Driver had picked her up into his strong arms. A quick glance around the room revealed that the crazy clerk was unconsciousness on the ground.

“You saved me?” May said, puzzled, “I was going to die and you let me live?”

“That dirt bag didn't pay for you,” he replied, “No way was I going to let you die in some filthy storeroom on my watch.”

May looked up at him and her heart seemed to skip a beat before hammering in her chest. Her cheeks flushed a rosy red and her eyes widened as she looked at the man with a new found admiration. He kept looking forward so May just settled for leaning closer into his broad chest as he carried her back out to the van.

Once inside he dumped a bag on her lap. “I paid for it,” he assured her, “Left the money on the counter.” May looked inside, it was the food she had wanted to get scanned. They ate as they drove and eventually night fell. “We'll stop soon,” May was told through a yawn, “You can share the bed with me.”

“Okay,” May replied simply, not complaining.

Eventually they found a safe space to park the van and the pair moved into the back. There were at least three chairs fastened to the walls of the vehicle with seatbelts on them. It occurred to May that she would have been in one of these if not for the Drivers kindness. Rummaging behind her caught May's attention and she turned to see that the Driver had laid out a thin foldable mattress on the floor.

“It's not that comfy,” he admitted as Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15019

>>15009
Thank you! Good character development.

 No.15100

I want to see more, but I miss the friendly truck driver. Friendly but still absolutely going to snuff you is better than unkind

 No.15115

I am considering a one shot story with the truck driver but I also want to write the story about the teacher with an executioners liscence



 No.10908[Reply]

The Hanging of Martha Lyam

The tall oak gallows that served four towns,and which was overseen by the regional executioner was located under a circular grove of tall,old trees in a shaded glade,near the borders of three of the towns.It was painted a flat,dark brown,that contrasted with the somberness of the black uprights and crossbeam of which the gallows itself was comprised..The uprights were ten square-inch oak,each nine feet tall,surmounted by an oak crossbeam of the same thickness,but which was twelve feet in length..A trapdoor that would accommodate the hanging of one prisoner,was located beneath the crossbeam at the mid-point of it's length,but most of the hangings were carried out in the manner of the gibbet ,rather than by use of the trap and drop.The traditional thirteen steps,with a rail on each side that led to the platform,,were also black and were wide enough for the condemned to be brought up the stairs by two assistants of the executioner if the subject was struggling--a common enough occurrence.The space around the gallows was large enough for several hundred onlookers on each side,although the usual total numbers were only three-five hundred, consistent with the size of the population of the area.Executions by hanging,and by beheading on the block,the executioner using a wide axe,were well-attended by both men and women,and were witnessed with enthusiasm.Public whippings and public floggings were also carried out for more minor offenses. Men who beat their wives,petty thieves-men or women-and the like,could expect to be taken to the scaffold,bound to the waiting post,stripped nearly naked,and then lashed well as all looked on.Usually,two dozen lashes were inflicted with a long,wide heavy strap to render the skin and the muscles beneath exquisitely tender and painful,then the knotted cat-o-nine tails was taken from it's leather bag,the tails made wet with salt brine,and the guilty victim well-flogged for his or her crime.The executioner used a nine-tailed cat with three-foot long tails of 1/2 inch width leather.A dozen small,hard knots graced the tails.Two dozen lashes of the strap across the naked back and buttocks,followed by a severe,no-nonsense flogging of two dozen lashes was punishment so excruciating,that many offenders were unable to control their bodily functions as it was being inflicted,this to the applause of the onlookers.There were few second-time offenders at the whipping post.After the flogging had been adminiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.10968

Thirteen Steps to the Garrotte

A hush fell over the cold,stone walls of the ancient room,which was lighted only by candles.The townspeople stood,listening quietly while the footsteps of the members of the Tribunal echoed ominously as they approached the bench to render their judgements.Each sat down at the long table and looked straight ahead while the chief judge raised her hand and spoke,ordering the condemned prisoner to be brought before her.Two guards stepped forward seizing the tall,elegant woman to whom she referred.She was thirty-two years-old,one-hundred and seventy-five centimeters tall in her stocking feet,and weighed fifty-five kilograms.She was exquisitely beautiful,with compelling green eyes.Her buttocks were beautifully shaped and firm.The woman's hands were bound behind her,and she was dressed in exquisite black satin.She wore a pair of tight and shiny,highwaisted black pants made of a thick,firm polyester/satin,lined in silk,the pants tucked into her black,knee-length,high-heeled boots.Her black satin shirt was perfectly cut and nearly covered breasts that were small and very beautiful.She wore a light purple scarf,done in a band,and arranged under the collar of her shirt like a necktie,done in a boyish knot..Her hair was just past shoulder length and of darkest,softest brown.Her teeth were even and white,and her skin flawless.She had an aristocratic manner,reflected in her deep green eyes.A Rolex watch with a black leather band graced her slender left wrist,and black three-quarter length satin gloves adorned her hands,beneath the hemp rope that bound them.A black leather handbag with a long strap hung from her left shoulder,the rope binding her hands behind her,tied to the bag as well,so that it wouldn't slip.Her feet were in iron shackles over her black boots.The members of the Tribunal regarded her with righteous contempt.The chief judge spoke,facing and addressing the prisoner.

"You came here,apparently unaware of our customs.It has been so,by law,for centuries--violations of theocratic law cannot be allowed.Alex Price,you have been found guilty of all charges brought against you,and for your sins,shall you be taken to the public scaffold to suffer the slowest of deaths by the garrotte.The Tribunal finds overwhelming evidence of your being a wretchedly poor wife,insensitive to your husband's needs,and utterly unmindful of the sanctity of your own marriage.May your suffering be your salvation.before GPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.10982

>>10968

source?

 No.10987

>>10982
darkfetishnet.com

 No.11023

Justice on the Scaffold

She began to regain consciousness,but very slowly,as if drifting to the surface from the depths of a vast sea.Her head throbbed with a kind of dull pain that alternated with sharp,and she felt as though she'd been drugged.She could feel her feet and lower legs inside her boots,but they felt weighted down and heavy,and her arms felt the same way,sluggish and unresponsive.She opened her eyes,but could see nothing.She thought the room must be dark and without windows or doors,but then she realized her face had been covered with a black hood.She could feel the cloth over her whole face,and the cloth of the hood on the back of her head interfered with the usual movement of her hair.She tried again to move her limbs but then realized her arms and legs were bound to some kind of wooden device at each joint-ankles,knees,wrists and elbows,as she lay over it face down.She struggled to free herself,twisting this way and that to no avail.Her blue denim short shorts felt differently than they usually did,but she was too groggy to figure out how.Later it would dawn on her that her khaki web belt had been removed.That pissed her off and she vowed that whoever had been brainless enough to pilfer it,would pay in spades when she had an opportunity to unleash her wrath.But that anger paled next to that which would fuel the vengeance she would wreak on the one who had put her in her present position.Her gloves were still on her hands and her tank top was still on too.The twin shoulder holsters that had held the matching handguns,but which,now,did not,were still in place.She shook her head furiously to unhood herself,but it wouldn't budge.She grunted angrily and cursed.She began to feel the pressure on her bladder a few minutes later.It became unbearable within an hour and she let go,cursing furiously as she wet herself uncontrollably shortly after.She heard the urine dripping onto the floor off the wooden frame. Hours passed and she didn't try to call out to whoever had captured her.She tried to remember the events before she found herself bound to the wooden frame,but she was mentally foggy and not thinking clearly.She had a vague memory of waiting for an elevator,and holding a drink in her hand,but couldn't recall anything more.Sightless and sound-deprived,and with nothing to smell or taste,she was becoming disoriented quickly.She began to talk to herself,cursing for stimulation,to fend off early madness
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 No.15112

Bikini hang

The gallows were ready. Four women were about to be executed. There were multiple witneses. Some were government oficials. Some were lawyers or members of legal profession. There were others there as well. The warden and prison oficials were present.

Witneses had sat down in the witness gallery. They could see the scafold. Some seemed excited about the event. Almost like going to the movies or the theater or a rock concert. It was like a sporting event not an execution.

Others were More stoic. They were serious. Many were quiet. Some were reading materials perhaps government documents. Others were talking. Some seemed to just be there.it was a surreal experience for everyone.

This was not that unsual. Execition had become fairly common. A right ring law and order party had taken over the government. They were cracking down on coruption and crime. They passed laws that made every crime serious. Several crimes caried stiff penalties. The death penalty had been exstended for several crimes.

The ruling had generated controversy. Cival libertarian groups and civil rights groups disliked the exceses of the party. Averege citizens responded favorably to the action of the government. Crime was at an all time low. Organized crime had been almost entirely eviscerated. The government had produced results. The government was popular.

Executions were caried out fairly regular now. Gone were the days of twenty years on death row. The time from formal sentencing to the sentence being caried out was usauly a mounth to three mounths. No less then six months. It was usualy closer to a month.

The guest were seated. The gaurds had secured the area. Thw gaurds had everything in place. The head gaurd informed the warden. The warden and the head gaurd conversed back and forth and the two dispersed.

“If i can have your attention please! We are a nation of laws. We took a firm and aggressive stance on crime and unlawfulness. No crime will be tolerated. No crime will go unpunished. No lawlessness not delt . we will root out crime, corruption and decadence. We will not rest until we have accomplished that. ” the warden said.

“Bring in the prisoners! ” the warden ordered. The door opened there were four young ladies. One was in a poney tail. One had her hair up. Abother had it down and the other had it in a bob. They were surrounded by armed gaurds.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.



 No.15065[Reply]

The air is tinged with smoke. I am drawing close, and every drop of a paw into the dirt increases my desire. A resounding scream sends a shiver of anticipation through my body. I quicken my pace, stirring up clouds of dust as I bound across the earth. I reflect with giddy malice that these pitiful humans think their troubles will end with the ashes of their home. But that is only the beginning.

The burning house comes into view, a brilliant contrast to the dim, empty landscape. The children are huddled together on the ground a safe distance away while the mother desperately draws water from the well and hurls it at the roaring flames. The baby girl, dressed somewhat anachronistically in a ruffled white nightgown, sits crying in her sister's arms. The little girl's face is streaked with smoke, and she clutches her infant sister a bit too tightly as she watches her home burn.

I briefly deliberate whether to wait for the mother to abandon her futile efforts and accept the loss; it could be almost more delicious to hold back until they begin to feel that the worst is over and that they are capable of surviving. But now, in the midst of this panic and desperation, the temptation to strike is too powerful.

I pad into view of the children. The older girl winces and watches me with wide, fearful eyes, yet makes no move to run or call to her mother. "Good evening," I purr, making my voice soft and smooth. "Have you lost your home? How dreadful. You must be so sad…" She watches me warily, making no reply. The mother rounds the house to draw again from the well, still oblivious to my presence. "I'm not going to hurt you, dear. I only wish to help…can you tell me your name?"

"Annabelle," she ventures to reply. I try to imagine how her high, artless voice will sound when she screams. "And this is Lottie." She bounces the baby girl on her knee, and the little one pauses in her wailing to stare into my golden eyes, her wet pink lips opening and closing without sound. Annabelle herself is dressed in a pink nightgown, her bare feet twisting nervously in the sandy soil.

"How precious…" I begin to approach them, but a sudden frightened gasp informs me that the mother has finally noticed my presence. She is clearly intimidated by my size and dark pelt, but approaches me with the empty pail, swinging it aggressively. "You get away! Get!" I easily dodge and lunge for her leg, digging my fangs deep, worrying and shredding Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15107

Wow oh wow. Extreme to the max! I liked a lot of your ideas in this. The sister raping the younger sister with her tongue and fingers to "save" her was absolutely fantastic.

The raping and mutilation of the older sister was likewise very satisfying.

I always feel fire death to be a bit much, as I like death to be more sexual but thats just a personal opinion, not a critique on the piece itself.

Overall I loved how exteme this went. I wish more pieces went this extreme for as long as this did. I look forward to any future stories you write.

Let us know if theres any name to look forward to in the future for more writing. Elsewise this writing style is pretty recognizable.



 No.11583[Reply]

A Recipe for Pasta Sauce

 "Oh, come in, come in!" Aey exclaimed, motioning in the beautiful young woman standing just outside her front door. "You're a bit early, but that's fine. Dinner won't be ready for a while, though."

 "I know I'm early, sorry." Bea replied. "But I've been looking forward to tonight so much, I just couldn't help myself. I hope it's not a bother."

 "No bother at all." Aey said, smiling reassuringly at her date and patting her on the arm. "In fact, this will work out just fine. You can help me prepare dinner, if you like."

 "That sounds fun." Bea replied, returning Aey's smile. "What are we having? You wouldn't tell me over the phone."

 "Oh, just some pasta and buttery garlic bread." Aey said.

 "Ah.. I see.." said Bea, her smile fading slightly. "I thought you said it was going to be something special..?"

 "Oh, it will be." Aey replied, with a light, unconcerned laugh.

 "The sauce is what is going to make it special." she continued, giving her companion a sly little wink. "Follow me."

 Aey lead Bea through her house, which was a modern place with few walls. Each room, such as they were, was open and easily visible from most of the rest of the house, creating a bright, airy atmosphere throughout the entire interior. The kitchen, large and contiguous with the dining room, was set against one outside wall, and was where their short journey came to a halt.

 "Who's that?" Bea asked, her surprise easily evident from the set of her features as she took in the sight of a third person already in the kitchen.

 The person she was referring to was a nude man, fairly large and well built, who was bound to an "X" shaped frame. The sturdy frame was set into rails attached securely to the floor and ceiling of the kitchen.

 "He's dinner." Aey said, her tone both pleased and satisfied.

 "Dinner?" Bea said.

 "Well, part of dinner, anyway." Aey amended. "I picked him up at the market earlier today. He's what's going to make our sauce so special."

 "How's he going to do that?"

 "Well, the secret to making great pasta is making great sauce, and you can only make great sauce if you have the proper ingredients." Aey said, as she lead Bea around the trussed and gagged man to his front side.

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 No.11656

>>11588
>>11601

Thank you, I'm glad you liked it.

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 No.14961

Solid story, definitely a good one on the objectification angle.

The details on the grilling were also quite nicely done.

Any chance of seeing a version where the meat donor enjoys the process? ;o)

 No.15086

>>14961

I've got a story in progress that is pretty much the opposite of my usual reluctant/noncon themes. It is very consensual, and both parties are going to enjoy the process quite a bit. Hopefully I'll be able to finish it and post it in the nearish future. I think you'll enjoy it when I do.

 No.15105

>>15086

I check your HF page often, looking forward to an update!



 No.15102[Reply]

Joanna giggled as we walked through my front door. My parents had left an hour ago for the night on a trip, and I had pounced on the opportunity. Joanna had agreed to my proposal immediately, and got a ride over under the pretense of a school project. I smiled devilishly at her as I pulled her into my room and closed the door.

She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I ran my hands down my back to her ass. I gave her ass a squeeze as I kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and I marvelled at her beauty. She had soft brown hair, firm perky tits and a beautiful ass. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She pulled me onto her and I kissed her, fondling her breasts.

She got up and crawled towards me, pulling down my pants to reveal my hard cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, then put it in her mouth. She blew me hard, taking only occasional breaks for air. She looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, making me even more aroused. I moaned softly as I felt the cum welling up inside me and I grabbed her head, pulling her onto my dick. She didn't even flinch as I came into her throat, closing her eyes and swallowing. I let go, and she looked up at me. "Your cum tastes so good, daddy," she said, and I pushed her over, pulling off her sweatpants. Her panties were already wet, and I rubbed her clit through them, then pulled them down around her ankles and fingered her. She rubbed her clit while I stroked her g-spot, and her pussy started making wet noises as she moaned. After a while, I felt her pussy clench, and she squirted on my hand, soaking the sheets in her cum.

She moaned loudly, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and they dripped her juices on the bed. I stood up beside the bed and she followed suit, dripping cum onto the floor. I bent her over the bed and slowly plunged my dick into her wet pussy. "Yes daddy," she moaned, 'Fuck my horny pussy." She pushed back into me as I started thrusting into her. She moaned as I pounded her from behind, and I grabbed her hair and fucked her harder. She was twitching on my dick. "Choke me daddy," she moaned, and I grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed. Her pussy started sloshing as she got wetter and wetter.

She was turning blue from lack of oxygen, and I was about to cum. I fucked her faster and faster and squeezed harder and harder until I shot cum into her pussy. She shuddered Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15104

Just a short story I wanted to share. My first story! Criticism welcome



 No.15103[Reply]

Joanna giggled as we walked through my front door. My parents had left an hour ago for the night on a trip, and I had pounced on the opportunity. Joanna had agreed to my proposal immediately, and got a ride over under the pretense of a school project. I smiled devilishly at her as I pulled her into my room and closed the door.

She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I ran my hands down my back to her ass. I gave her ass a squeeze as I kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and I marvelled at her beauty. She had soft brown hair, firm perky tits and a beautiful ass. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She pulled me onto her and I kissed her, fondling her breasts.

She got up and crawled towards me, pulling down my pants to reveal my hard cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, then put it in her mouth. She blew me hard, taking only occasional breaks for air. She looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, making me even more aroused. I moaned softly as I felt the cum welling up inside me and I grabbed her head, pulling her onto my dick. She didn't even flinch as I came into her throat, closing her eyes and swallowing. I let go, and she looked up at me. "Your cum tastes so good, daddy," she said, and I pushed her over, pulling off her sweatpants. Her panties were already wet, and I rubbed her clit through them, then pulled them down around her ankles and fingered her. She rubbed her clit while I stroked her g-spot, and her pussy started making wet noises as she moaned. After a while, I felt her pussy clench, and she squirted on my hand, soaking the sheets in her cum.

She moaned loudly, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and they dripped her juices on the bed. I stood up beside the bed and she followed suit, dripping cum onto the floor. I bent her over the bed and slowly plunged my dick into her wet pussy. "Yes daddy," she moaned, 'Fuck my horny pussy." She pushed back into me as I started thrusting into her. She moaned as I pounded her from behind, and I grabbed her hair and fucked her harder. She was twitching on my dick. "Choke me daddy," she moaned, and I grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed. Her pussy started sloshing as she got wetter and wetter.

She was turning blue from lack of oxygen, and I was about to cum. I fucked her faster and faster and squeezed harder and harder until I shot cum into her pussy. She shuddered Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


 No.15073[Reply]

This is a replacement for the story request thread that appears to not have made it through that spammer, I'm gonna open up with a request for that zoo keeper story (I think it was zookeepers 2 or something), which I think was also knocked off the bottom by the spammers

 No.15074

P.s sorry if the initial thread is still up, I looked for it and couldn't find it

 No.15075


 No.15091

Many thanks



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