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 No.15654[Reply]

After reading "Harpy Chase" in forbiddenfeast, I just typed until I was tired. Dolcett bonanza.

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The monster town was a dangerous place to visit. The adventurers still had to go through, and rest there. Series of strange red buildings with spikes added to the menace of the mountainous villages dotted with farms, mines and mills, as well as the spectacles the adventurers saw. Monsters were strange humanoids, with a very harsh way of life.

Culture shock happened fast as they entered the monster town.

The entrance had a welcome sign with directions, which was fashioned from a whole skin of a captured woman nailed to a board. The skinned body could be seen hanging from a hook as an orc butcher cut it apart, not paying attention to the humans arriving at the town.

Right at the entrance, a shrine to Demon God had a family of dark elves praying to it, in front of them, a naked, young human girl, her arms and legs tied together at the wrists and ankles like a lamb, was clearly being offered as a sacrifice. The priestess was busy oiling the girl’s breasts with prayers, the girl clearly drugged out of mercy.

“I can’t look.” Emiko shivered, looking away.

The priestess knelt by the naked girl and kissed her forehead in respect, using her knife to slit the girl’s throat slowly. Gurgling, the human girl shivered and thrashed, spilling blood on the small altar. The family prayed and blessed the girl as she grunted and growled, the priestess sawing her throat and belly open, burning the offerings with Emiko staring in shock.
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 No.15676

Goddamn, good shit, that's why i've been coming back to this site constantly. You got the dark elements of the fetish down perfect, with the horror, callous disregard for those striving to stay alive, and general hedonism.

 No.15677

fucking awesome <3

 No.15682

Holy shit this is amazing

 No.15690

I honestly expected, and would have preferred if the limits the monsters' claimed would have been a lie, and if every member of the party had been snuffed, butchered and eaten by the end.

 No.15691

>>15690
Nah there's just something amazing about consensual snuff that gets you wet.



 No.15687[Reply]

I loosedned the leather straps around her ankles slightly so that I could pull off her white school socks. Her feet were smooth and pale, with a pinkish blush on her soles, which were a little damp to the touch and smelt of earthy mushrooms. I picked off a couple of bits of fluff from between her toes and ran my fingers hungrily over her beautiful, young feet, enjoying how they flexed and scrunched at my touch.

Lively little piggies, I salivated.

The schoolgirl was about 10 or 11: a good age when the feet are still so soft and unblemished, and such a petite, cute size. I think her name was Jemma. Her mouth was somewhat distorted by the oversize ball-gag I had put on her, but it’s better the neighbours didn’t hear.

She had pretty, brown eyes that looked at me so innocently and pleadingly it made me super-hard. From the freckles on her cute nose, to her sweet dark brown pigtails with their unicorn hairclips, she belonged completely to me now.

I wished I could keep her alive longer, to just enjoy looking at her but I am so hard and lustful and haven’t had a girl in weeks, it just drives me too crazy. I can’t slow down now.

I am naked before her. I suck on her toes greedily, while my free hand rubs the shaft of my cock. Her little toes taste so delicious: precious, dainty little meat sweets; her feet are so small I can get all her toes in my mouth at once. I enjoy the feeling of Jemma’s feet wiggling helplessley as she moans and sobs through her ball-gag.

I run my tongue all over her soles, bathing them completely in my saliva, then I rub the head of my cock against them too, smearing her tootsies in pre-cum.

Then I lift the meat cleaver from the table as my heart beats hard and lustfully….

 No.15688

I posted one other story on here ages ago, but thought time to post some more (part 2 to follow)



 No.12770[Reply]

Slut.

There she stands, propped against a pole in the subway carriage. Perky nipples straining against the thin fabric of her tight white cropped top.

Head bowed towards her cell phone screen and earphones shutting out the outside world, her tits undulate invitingly as she giggles at the contents of whatever messages she's reading.

Most provocative is her stance: she steadies herself in the swaying carriage. Her creamy legs shoulder-width apart. The skin of her thighs seem to glow. Wrapped around her bum is the briefest pair of purple shorts. The crotch of the thin fabric clings to her mons like a second skin. A cleft is acutely visible to all, revealing the curves of her cunt lips.

Isn't she aware of the camel toe she's sporting?

Maybe she knows, but doesn't care.

Or maybe she wants people to look.

And send to us lesser male mortals that "Hey, I'm pretty. I'm perfect. And I'm out of your league."

Bitch.

She couldn't be older than early twenties, but with these South Korean tarts, it's hard to tell for sure. You know those types, those Korean pop music or drama idols. Porcelain skinned, endowed with delicious curves.

Beautiful.

On display.

Unattainable.

I was in the country wrapping up a project. It is late in the evening, I'm heading back to my apartment after a session of hard drinking at a seedy bar with the local crew.

Squeezed a few of the bar girls' tits, stuck my finger up their cunts too. Earned me a few mock admonishments, with enticement for me to pay if I wanted so sample the goods.

But I had to call it a night with a flight back home to catch in the early morning.

Hated to have to leave. Frustrated. Needed to fuck.

Then this attention-seeking whore comes along.

An announcement for my stop. I shuffle to the door of the subway car.

She, too, turns to exit the platform as the doors open. Eyes glued to her cell phone, she marches out on her long slender legs, oblivious to others who may be in her way. Typical queen bee. Uppity bitch.

I fall in step behind her, my gaze fixed on the sway of her hips and the fullness of her buttocks. I imagine tearing off those disgustingly skimpy shorts and penetrating this tease right in the middle of the subway station.

An impulse takes me. I follow her.

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 No.13736

There gonna be a part 2 or series?

 No.13737

Copy & pasted straight from dolcett. :P

 No.13740

Is it from dolcett? I know I've read it before, but I thought it was one that had been written on here a while ago

 No.13797

Great story!

 No.15686

Any sequel?



 No.15681[Reply]

"Seventy, maybe eighty…" I estimated, counting about ten by eight, with a few hollow spaces occupied by longer distance between the broken down cars the girls were bound inside of.

There was a pause.

"Are you sure?" My friend Gorien apparently wanted an accurate measurement for how many girls in the muddy valley were praying to their god because of us. Because of bored monsters.

"What does it matter?" I had grown jaded, even enough to outweigh my own fear. That being "disrespectful" to my army would have me beheaded, and that was the best execution one could hope for. Except for the guy we nukes but that's a story for another day.

"I'm just wondering what the score is. They really cost us!" He laughed. Trying to lighten the mood, he must've been more boisterous than usual, but he was always boisterous, so maybe he was just super happy given the current victory, Pyrrhic though it was.

"You say that like we can fault them. This is what was destined to happen to them, it's not like-"

"OH WHATEVER LET'S DO THIS!"

"HOLD ON HOLD ONE!!" Someone shouts from afar. *Who now?* I wonder. *Oh, Kal. Fuck.* I hear him from atop the hill, to my left behind me, and as he passes the peak, we see he's followed by soldiers pulling a car. Feet kick the windows inside.
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 No.12698[Reply]

((Alright so I've been playing For Honor and I think a bit of guro is deserved. So each part I'll focus on one or two female characters to kill and fuck, I would love feedback aswell as recommendations for the next part.))

Part 1: Raider (Female obviously)

((On a side note I've decided I'm going to make the Raider topless.))

The battle or more importantly The Neverending War raged on all over the land, Vigdis was a warrior of little repute and while she was fierce in battle she was not always careful of her surroundings.

It was a simple ambush on the Knights, Vigdis followed two of her allies (Who's names are of little import) down the the dark underpass, she held a torch which well illuminated the area and her fairly large and firm breasts "Where are we going?" Spoke the man on the left in front of Vigdis "Shh..." Whispered the other man before continuing "Right now we are under a fort that was supposedly hidden..." The left man nodded slowly before the right continued "This should take us into a storeroom where we can sneak past the guards and open the gate..." Vigdis looked about the area silently as they walked through the tunnel, after awhile of them conversing in hushed tones the came across an old metal ladder covered in rust, dim light shone through the grating above "Seems this hasn't been in use awhile..." Said the man on the right before placing a hand on the ladder, the left man stopped him "Uh...what if guards are up there..." A somewhat nervous look crossed the rights face "Good point let's send her." He gestured to Vigdis who groaned and pushed him away from the ladder and handed him the torch "Coward." She said as she headed up the ladder her firm tits jiggling very lightly with each step up, her allies were gifted with the sight of her cunt and tight asshole up her leather trappings. She reached the rusty grates and peeked through seeing a ceiling and nothing else, she heard footsteps and quickly moved down the ladder freezing halfway to halt her sounds "Douse the torch..." She whispered to her allies, soon she was shrouded in shadow staring up at the grating, the culprit was a man it seemed as he stood over the grating "Fucking cold in that damn tower..." He muttered to himself slowly taking his cock out, Vigdis was about to wonder what he was doing before she got her answer, piss rained down through the grating onto her as she immediately looked away allowing it to run down her body, she wasn'tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.15567

Looking forward to it!

 No.15568

You will? Plz do :D

 No.15592

Any update?

 No.15596

>>15563
hahaha. i was thinking of doing the same thing. the more the merrier i say.

 No.15675

bump. need more



 No.14015[Reply]

Anybody happen to have the old Blackwood stories, involving extreme torture and forced immortality?

 No.15673

I remember those. I wonder if anyone has them.



 No.15670[Reply]

This one's a part of my longer FE story that's here: >>11826, but the much bigger focus on cann stuff that usual makes it seem worthy of a new thread

Also, I've started a Patreon now - If you want to support my writing, you can go on there: https://www.patreon.com/FEH_TGE

Madelyn is my OC, you can read her introduction story here: >>15413

Young Lady of Askr 2: Springs of Pleasure
tags: cons, F/F, cann, amputation, debreasting, decunting, crushing, boiling, neck snap, cut wrists


Madelyn strolled through the halls of her father’s castle. She was just a bit tired, and it showed - her steps were pretty slow and her cheeks, usually warm and red with a blush, were now quite pale.
“Heeey, you! Yes, you! The girl with the green hair!” Suddenly, Madelyn heard a voice calling to her. Turning around, she saw a short girl in a short, pink dress go towards her. She had blonde hair with purple strands mixed into it, hair that was tied into rings on the sides of her head. Her face wore a wide smile and such an innocent expression that Madelyn couldn’t help but think just how cute the girl looked. When the girl saw that Madelyn reacted to her voice, her eyes laughed as she spoke again.
“Hi! I’m Elise! I noticed that you looked pretty tired. You should relax, right now! I’m already going to the hot springs now - my sister and the Hoshido princesses are waiting there for me. Wanna go with us?” The girl’s sweet, yet high-pitched voice was juuust a bit annoying, and Madelyn wasn’t sure she’d want to listen to it for much longer. But just turning the girl down sounded like a waste…
“What’d we do there?” Madelyn asked after a moment, and Elise’s face brightened up again as she began to explain. “Big sis Camilla thought it’d be fun to make a party with just the four of us - the four royal princesses! - so she got one of the private hot springs for us. Buuut you look like a princess too, so I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if you joined us. So, we’ll be having a party!” Elise stopped for a moment to catch her breath, and Madelyn took advantage of that to cut in. So far it didn’t seem too interesting… “A party? Can you say mPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15671

With her lower spine crushed, Camilla could no longer feel her lower body at all. That, in turn, made the feelings from her upper half all the more intense - especially the strain on her chest. Camilla could tell that it was at its limit - just one more stone, and then it’d give in! Although she had troubles controlling her eyes now - all the pain caused them to bulge hard within their sockets - she still looked to one side and to the other, excited to see who would be the one to end her life. She’d be fine with either option - be it Hinoka or Madelyn. Her heart, which was already having troubles beating, skipped quite a few beats as she saw the short-haired redhead head back towards her. Hinoka always enjoyed dominating her… Camilla was certain she’d be delighted to watch her stone kill her. Her eyes held nothing but love and happiness as she watched Hinoka take these final, fateful steps - until Hinoka placed her final stone on top of Camilla and let go of it.

The moment she did, a loud crack could be heard as Camilla’s rib cage caved in. The whole tower dropped a few inches down as Camilla’s sternum gave way, the stones finally going further into her chest. Her broken ribs were forced into her lungs in a series of painful stabs within the tenths of a second, but Camilla had no time to react to the new, strong pain. The bottom stone came down right afterwards, and her lungs were squeezed through the back part of her ribs instead - coming out of them as just strings of meat. Even more important what was happened at the center of her chest - the stone had quickly crushed her heart. Without it, Camilla’s already devastated body started to shut down. The Nohrian managed to keep the loving look in her eyes in her final moments, with Hinoka knowing exactly what it was as she looked at her face. By the time the stone tower came to a stop, resting on the ground with the upper part of Camilla’s spine also splattered, the purple-haired princess was already gone - but a warm smile still covered her lips.


As Camilla’s life ended, Madelyn also arrived near the corpse. She had her sword with her - eager to take the purple-haired girl’s head from her while it was still warm. Elise, on the other hand, was there the entire time - watching Camilla’s final moments with a very focused look on her face. “S-She’s really gone now?” She asked Hinoka, and the redhead nodded back at her. Even if she already knew that deep down in her heart, a confirmation lPost too long. Click here to view the full text.



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 No.15667[Reply]

Extreme, f, M, Bestiality, Bondage, Domination, Humiliation, Pain, Rape, Sadism, Submission, Water Sports, Non-Consensual

Before

“Do you know why you're here, Mrs. Miller?”

Robin shifted impatiently in her chair. “Yes,” she said sourly. “Do you not?”

If her tone offended Dr. Taylor, he gave no sign. He continued to calmly write notes at his desk, not looking up as he spoke. “I have already had a discussion with Mr. Miller, but I feel it is always best to hear a situation from all sides.”

Robin sighed loudly, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. Even when angry, she was a stunning woman. Her natural beauty alone was impressive; she possessed a sleek, graceful figure, silky dark hair that fell about her shoulders in waves, and gray eyes that smoldered above pale, delicate features. But all that was further refined and enhanced by high-end cosmetics, tasteful jewelry, and a tight blue dress from Paris that had cost five figures. All together, she looked as lovely and perfect as a porcelain doll, albeit one that would like to be anywhere but there. “The situation is that my husband is a lying, cheating sack of shit that I'm about to kick to the curb. But first I'm humoring him with this marriage counseling nonsense. A counseling session that apparently he can't even bother to show up to!”

“If you already have set your heart on a divorce,” Dr. Taylor asked, head still down, “then why did you agree to come here for counseling?”

“Because it's part of the ridiculous prenup we signed,” she growled, clicking her impeccably manicured nails against the armrest. “If I divorce him without attempting counseling first, he keeps everything. But if he thinks this fucking no-show act is going to save him, he's dead wrong. All I have to do is attend this one lousy session, and then it's over and I can legally ream him out. Now, I'm sure you're wonderful at your job, but since I have no intention of listening to anything you have to say, why don't we save ourselves some time and end it here?”
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After

One month after the therapy session, Mr. and Mrs. Miller were still in bed, on what had become a typical morning. Robin was sucking hard on her husband's prick, doing her best to make her mouth a tight vacuum for him. He'd already cum this way twice this morning, and was still soft, but she was doing her very best to get him willing for a third round.

Two days after the therapy session, Robin and Michael had had a long talk about the future of their relationship. Robin had agreed very strongly that she had been extremely unfair to him, and the two had come up with a series of rules that she would follow from now on, in order to help make up for her past behavior. No punishment or consequence for breaking any of these rules was ever brought up by either of them, nor was there a need to. If the first session with Dr Taylor had not been enough, the second had ensured that Robin was very, very eager to show what a good wife she could be.

That session had occurred the very day after the first, when she had run away from home. She'd gone straight to the house of her best friend Molly and her husband, collapsed into their arms sobbing, and called the police. The two men who'd arrived several minutes later drove a police car and wore police uniforms, but once in the house they'd tasered all three of them, handcuffed them, and dragged them into the back of their car.

Robin had never seen the husband again. Molly she never saw in person, but her husband showed her a photo once that he claimed came from somewhere in South America. In it, a pretty woman with dead eyes was at the center of a gangbang, three men inside her and dozens more waiting their turn. It wasn't easy to recognize her best friend, what with her shaved hair, badly bruised face, and the obscene tattoos all over her body that advertised cheap holes in several different languages, but she managed.

Robin herself had been transported directly to Dr Taylor's office. As part of her repeat lesson, he had surgically inserted a tracking device into her back, without anesthetic of course. It was close enough to her spine that any attempt to dig it out herself was far more likely to result in permanent paralysis than anything else. Except when deactivated by her husband to take her out, the tracker would send an alert whenever she was more than a few feet away from her home.

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 No.15669

Great premise! I like the aversion therapy training quite a bit. I'm sad that the bestiality session was essentially cut out though.



 No.14070[Reply]

Hello folks, I've decided to share my first ever Snuff story with the community. I've been looking at this site for few months now, give or take, and the level of acceptance and genuine lack of judgement is great.

I'll post the story chapter by chapter below. You may find some spelling or grammar errors and I love someone to approach me about proofreading!
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 No.14081

There are no rules about lolis over here. No photos of real people is close enough to the only rule at all. If you want to cull a middle school a bit, it's allowed here.

 No.14082

And nice story! The last chapter made me a little sad, which is always a plus with a story like this, it means you made me care first

 No.14083

Thanks for the kind words, Abby in the original version was 14 and I hadn't really planned on her being snuffed but Dolcettish still didn't like her being around naked women as they still call it being involved. I don't mean to rag on the site, I love the work some of the people do over there.

Abby's inclusion in Chapter Five was totally last minute, it was just meant to be a generic girl but when I was told to age Abby up I just went for it...

Still, glad you like it

 No.14103

Noticed a lot of spelling errors, this is why I need a proof reader

 No.15666

Bumping to make sure this goes above the big wave of spam



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 No.15659[Reply]

This story was originally posted to Ravishu.com by Beater. I am posting it here without their permission for the sake of sharing.

2095 AD: DevilFit Gym, New London.

It was still early in the morning when her eyes started to flicker awake. With little to no lighting in storage, her slumber continued for an extended period, allowing her to rest for a tiny bit longer. For whatever reason, Ruth had woken up earlier than what was usual. Everyone else must have still been asleep in their lockers because with the exception of the various machines connected to her, everything else was silent.

She thought about trying to fall back to sleep but knew that it wouldn't be long before she would be forced to start the day. A couple minutes of extra rest hardly made a difference for her. She wasn't designed that way. Instead, Ruth chose to remain awake, despite of it being far more comfortable to be in her locker while she was unconscious.

Everything was running smoothly in her computerised coffin. The sockets restraining her arms and legs still fit like a glove, were adjusted perfectly to her measurements and prevented any unwanted movement. To avoid her body cramping from being restrained, she would receive moderate shocks from multiple electrodes that were strategically placed on every part of her body. A particularly nasty one just zapped her asscheeks whilst she thought about them.

With her held secure, other necessary maintenance devices were also running on her, the same way they had been running all throughout the night. A scanner burnt off any traces of body hair to leave her skin unnaturally smooth while two mechanical claws exercised her cunt and asshole, keeping her nice and tight for customers. The claws still hurt, she had slept in this locker for 3 months now but still couldn't get used to its sharp digits.

Then there was the breasts pump system which was something else entirely. It was designed to clean and filter out her synthetic mammary glands. Through the injection ports that were used to flavour her shakes, two sharp tubes pumped a cleansing substance that was then milked out of her. A separate tube was in her mouth, providing her with a high nutritional mixture that tasted like raw sewage while further tubes were jammed up her nostrils so that she could breathe.

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Part 2: No Pain, No Gain

The sheer violence was what stood out the most as he continuously whipped her. It resonated through her with each and every painful lash, sending razor sharp sensations of agony that burnt like fire, over and over again. He just kept on whipping her, holding nothing back as he set up his body for yet another thrash, throwing his weight behind the swing so that the braided whip would really slice across her already aching breasts.

Her body reacted to the strike without her even realising it anymore. Whilst restrained by her wrists, there was no where for her to go to shield herself from the punishment but she twisted around anyway as the newest welt began to form on her otherwise unblemished skin. It just hurt. It always hurt. No matter how many times she went through this, it never stopped hurting.

Looking on as the man once again prepared himself to deliver yet another lash, Ruth helplessly wondered whether or not her pain was lost to him. He simply didn't care about how much he was hurting her. He didn't need to care either. After all, he was free to hurt her as much as he wanted and there wasn't a single thing that Ruth could do to stop him. She couldn't even beg for his mercy.

Despite of how much she wished the pain to come to a end, she helped her client carry on as he warmed up. Instead of sobbing for him to stop, she soldiered on, taking blow after blow, acting as nothing more than a whipping post for the man to destroy. It should have scared her to see just how much he was enjoying doing this to her but for whatever reason, she decided to respond only by encouraging him to go on.

Ruth turned back around so that she was facing him, struggling to pivot herself on her increasingly unstable legs that were shaking and marked with vicious welts. Now looking directly at him, she knew she was going to regret it but she foolishly did what she always did without regarding her own wellbeing. The chip forced her mouth to smile but it was through her own will that she chose to cutely smirk.

Her face was red with flushness from the incredible levels of both physical and mental stress that the whipping was causing her, and black streaks of ruined mascara were dripping down her cheeks but the man played almost no attention to the obvious signs of suffering that could easily be seen. All of his focus was squarely on Ruth's smirk. From his perspective, he had been whipping her at full forPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15661

That is as much of the story as exists at this point in time; or at least as much as has been posted on ravishu.com.

I highly recommend that site by the way, its extreme board is full of great stories.



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