Fountains
(Cons, snuff, ff)

“I can't believe you let me talk you into this! This is going to be so much fun!”

Mia glanced nervously at Trish as her friend and roommate bubbled away energetically behind her in line. She was the classic blond stereotype: leggy, body toned from constant work, and huge tits that apparently used the blood supply that would otherwise be meant for her head. Far too popular with the boys for Mia's taste (envy) and needing constant help to pass her classes in underwater basket-weaving, or some such, the two had nevertheless struck up an unlikely friendship. Mia claimed that doing otherwise would take far more energy than just submitting to the inevitable, but secretly she enjoyed the hijinks Trish got them into, things Mia could never have thought up herself.

Mia was a stereotype too, she knew it, and she hated it. The bookish asian girl, pursuing a degree in applied mathematics. Small in size and height as well. Shy. Glasses. Overlooked. If she hadn't lucked out with her roommate, Mia knew her life would consist of haunting the library and computer labs between classes, and very little else. For some reason however Trish was always going on about how cute Mia was, which was what had led them into this mess. Mia was tired of cute. Puppies were cute. She wanted something else.

After one cute too many, Mia finally cornered her roommate and demanded something else, something not-cute. Trish, of course, went berserk. Both their closets were inspected and rejected, prompting a impromptu shopping trip that left Mia dazed. A passing comment that black fit her personality had resulted in a pair of sore nipples as Trish pinched till Mia took it back, but it did seem to set the theme. Things were applied to her hair that she didn't know existed. Previously unmolested hair follicles lost their innocence, to the sound of much cussing. Makeup was committed. Looking into a mirror afterwards though, Mia saw hot.

The end result had been sexy goth. Laced knee boots that added 4 inches to her previously short stature before trailing off into dark stockings that ended exactly at the level her skirt started, ensuring that a ring of pale flesh would be flashed with every movement she made. A black corset put on over a matching dress somehow managed to support and reveal her chest in a way that made her breasts seem bigger than they ever had before. Possibly by squeezing her lungs into thePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

So This can also be found here: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/thevisitorblack/28475/School-Fundraising-Auction

Ms. Masterson (http://www.hentai-foundry.com/user/MsMasterson/profile) and I worked together on this as a bit of a collaboration. I came up with the idea, brainstormed with her, she wrote the initial parts with me editing and polishing it up. She ended up writing most of it (and I did a Mass Effect story at the same time which she came up with the concept for and polished), and I think it came out really well.

I've actually finished a sequel to it and realized that she hadn't posted this anywhere. And since she told me I could post it up if I wanted to, here it is. If people like it I'll post my (smaller) sequel.

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Sam paced, back and forth, back and forth. It didn't help the butterflies, but at least it kept her from focusing too much on what was going to happen.

She could hear as a meaty thunk echoed from beyond the curtain, another cheer rising from beyond as yet another of her classmates was snuffed for the benefit of the school, and she was next on the auction block.

'Oh god, I hope I manage not to cum until they spit me!'

"Aaaand, our next lot is a perky young woman from our school's volleyball team, let's hear it for Samantha!"

That was her cue. Sam gulped and struggled with her butterflies one last time, plastering a perky smile on her face as she stepped out in front of the crowd.

The room beyond was strange to her eyes. It was normally used as the highschool's gym and stage, with chairs being brought in when there was a play, or an assembly. Now, instead of the neat rows of chairs she was used to, or the extended rows of bleachers, several round tables had been brought in, and at least a hundred people must have been sitting around them in total. She knew from her mom that tickets to the auction were fairly cheap at 20 bucks a person, so the people gathered in front of the stage were mostly teachers, parents, a few friends, and, of course, some of her fellow schoolgirls. Cleis High School had an extensive sports program, as befitted an all-girls high school. Have toPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

“Its coming out!” Tay squealed in distress, gripping her mother's hand as the pair waited in a disastrously long line for the porta potties. It was Tay's 9th birthday and the little caramel skinned girl had been treated to a lovely day at the local theme park, chowing down on hot dogs, fried oreos, cotton candy all on top of her huge birthday breakfast. Tay’s mother didn't see a problem with letting Tay eat to her heart's content on her birthday, the young girl had a huge appetite which but good parenting and a solid metabolism kept her thin, so going a little wild on her birthday didn't seem like such a bad idea….at least it wasn't until nature called and girl found and her mother found themselves stuck in a long line for handful of porta potties available at the park.

“Its okay, just hold it a little longer, we are almost there” Tay’s mother lied to her, hoping it would help her daughter bring her urge under control.

“I can't Ma! I…can't!” She whined, her hands reaching behind her to grip her aching rear. He stood awkwardly, legs tightly together with her bum clamped as tightly as she could. The 9 year old wore a pair of denim overalls with only white t shirt underneath, on her feet a simple pair of black and white converse sneakers. Tay groaned and squirmed, making a scene that was noticed by some of the others on the line. Yet, none were kind enough to offer the struggling girl their own spot in line. The line moved finally, yet not by much allowing Tay’s mother to take two steps, Tay on the other hand had been unable to move at first but with a tug of her hand she stumbled forward.

“Mooom...Nggghh” She groaned, feeling her sphincter bulge out against her will. Her cramped tummy pushing hard to void her over filled bowels. She loosed a crackling fart, her little hole opening up to loose the unmistakable sound of hot air slipping past a soft turd. In front of the two, a little boy and her mother waited, the mother seemed disinterested but the boy snickered at the older girls plight. She tightened up her body as much as she could but she could feel her sphincter beginning to fail. It was opening up little by little, the only thing stopping the flood of filth was her effort and will.

Tay's mother realized she wasn't going to be able to hold it much longer, and with the way the line was moving they were not likely to make it to the porta potties anywhere within ten minutes. So she chose to do the onlPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The Challenge

m/f, snuff, drowning, necrophilia

As a gentle ocean breeze blew past him, Jad paused to inhale deeply. The air was warm, salty and slightly fragrant with the spice of some plant that grew on the island. It was a good day to be alive.

Of course, brushes with death always made you appreciate life more, he reflected. Only a few hours ago he and his fellow crew members had been locked in deadly combat with a Rolan merchant vessel. For merchants, they had been surprisingly ferocious once boarded and a good number of his comrades had died at their hands. He was lucky to have made it out with only a light slash across his upper arm. He rolled his shoulder, flexing the muscle beneath the bandage. Already healing up nicely, thanks to the poultice their ship’s doctor had applied.

They weren’t pirates. Although, admittedly, their lives were very similar to that of pirates. They were privateers--mercenaries of sorts, hired by the Davit crown. They sailed the open seas, terrorizing the ships of any nations that Davit was at war with. Which, at the moment, included the Rolans.

The risks were high but the rewards were great. The merchant vessel, the Seaspray, had been on a return voyage, loaded down with all manner of valuables. Jad’s personal share of the booty was sure to buy him plenty of nice things, once they made port at a major city. His ship, the Wave’s Malice, was currently anchored in the bay of a small, uninhabited island that had become a sort of headquarters for their operations.

A tug at the rope in his hand reminded him of another, much more exciting, prize from the raid. Most of the fighting men on the the Seaspray had been slain during the battle. Those who were not were summarily executed after their capture. Wave’s Malice had no room for prisoners. The few women aboard, only four in total, had been turned over to Jad and his friend Seth. It had cost them a fair portion of their share of the loot, but these women were going to do things that money couldn’t buy.

The women had been disarmed, of course, and posed little threat. Nevertheless, they had been bound, their their wrists tied together with rope. They also each had a length of rope tied around one ankle, with an iron weight attached at the other end. The weights were iron cubes with a thick ring on one side, which served as a handle and a tying Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

As the subject line says, anyone can recommend any such stories on this site. I heard of a story named Julie's day out by blood lust but can't find it sadly. Anyways would greatly appreciate any recomendations.

This is my first story here, so I'm not even entirely sure I'm doing this right! But here goes nothing :) I've been lurking at Gurochan for five years, might as well give it a go at writing something! Thank you in advance for reading!

-Eden

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All Carla could do was scream and run. Though, running seemed futile, as the giantess was so massive that Carla could run as fast and as hard as she could, and still not be safe from the giantess’s reach. Yet, she tried anyway. The young woman ran down the city streets, abandoning her heeled shoes behind her. Her feet and heart both pounded as she raced as fast as she possibly could, fleeing the scene, attempting to get as far away as she could. Weren’t giants just fairy tales? Didn’t they only exist in stories made up long ago? Obviously, they weren’t. Wherever she had come from, however she had ended up here, there was now a giant woman terrorizing the city. The giantess towered over almost all of the buildings, eye-level with even the highest of sky scrapers. She was as naked as the day she was born—had she been born?—and tromped through the city streets with clumsy ease.

Carla didn’t know where the giantess had come from, but she knew why she was here: she was hungry. Carla had been heading to her car after work when she heard the screaming, the thumping, the dull thunderous pounding of the giantess’s footsteps. Then Carla saw her, looming over the buildings. She watched in both horror and awe as the giantess lifted a man into the air, thumb and index finger squeezing him at the waist. He was struggling, frantically attempting to free himself, even though the fall would kill him should the giant woman drop him. The giantess inspected him, holding him up in the air to get a good look. She then smiled, looking pleased with herself. She tilted her head back, lifted the man up over her head, opened her mouth, and dropped him in. And that’s when Carla had started running.

The petite woman dodged into an alleyway, hoping the narrow confines of the building walls would prevent the giantess from being able to grab her. The human woman stopped for a moment, grabbing onto a dumpster and bending at the knees, attempting to catch her breath. On the streets, everyone was screaming and running, vehicles were frantically going this way and that. From the shadows of the alley, Carla watched the massive woman move. The giantess had pPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

All the kids, all the kids these days All the kids, all the kids these days Do you really wanna be that way? Do you really wanna be that way? Let me say, let me say, let me say Let me say, let me say, let me say Does it really have to be that way? Does it really have to be that way? And, did you know you could make me scream? And, did you know you could make me scream? Like the kids in the neighborhood Like the kids in the neighborhood Tell me what to say, tell me what to say Tell me what to say, tell me what to say Did you do your best today? Did you do your best today? All the girls, all the girls these days All the girls, all the girls these days Did you do your best today? Did you do your best today? All the boys, all the boys these days All the boys, all the boys these days Look away, look away, look away Look away, look away, look away Champagne, cocaine, champagne, cocaine, champagne, cocaine, champagne. You better just manage your weight. You better just manage your weight. Let me say, let me say, let me say Let me say, let me say, let me say You could do your best today You could do your best today

I'm just going to dump all my stories as quickly as possible. Life changes are under way, and I don't anticipate I'll post for a while. All of these stories are fictional/fantasy. Any resemblance to any persons, real or fictional, are coincidental. I do not condone any harm to anybody. If you plan on hurting yourself or others, please do not, and seek help. I enjoy feedback, so if you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment below!

--CB

Chapter 1: Raj

Raj Patel stared at the television in disbelief.

"Breaking news," the anchorwoman spoke with a somber tone, "Actress Katherine Robertson, has gone missing for the past three days."

A picture displayed itself on the screen. Katherine. Robertson. Unreal, Raj thought to himself. She was probably the most famous twelve year old girl on the planet. Missing? Couldn't be. She's probably hidin out at her friends' place. Or maybe she ran away. But that can't be, Raj thought. She's too famous to do even THAT. Everywhere she'd go someone would recognize her. A clip played on the television. It was a scene of Kat (her friends called her Kat for short) in her latest movie, Nigel Cutter and the Disappearing Hounds. Raj remembered watching that movie. He had read all the books in the series. There were five of them so far. He loved them all. He even had a replica hat that the kids in the movies wore that he had ordered online. And he was hopelessly obsessed with her.
He was her biggest fan. Except he wasn't the only one.

Raj actually went to the same school as her: Haley-Cromwell Preparatory School for the Arts and Sciences. It was a fancy school, of course, and it was for grades 1 through 12. It was a private school, and very well-funded. Raj was keenly aware of it. His parents paid an arm and leg just to get him enrolled in it. He was the only child, and they were both lawyers, so they could afford it. But he remembered applying. There was interview after interview. And his parents stressed out over it for years and years, doing whatever they could to get Raj in. He remembered the day
he was accepted. His parents were so proud. Raj wondered if Kat ever had to apply, or if she even had to interview.

He never interacted with Kat anyways, even though they were in the same grade. For one, they mostly had different schedules. He had one class with her, actually, but she was protected by layers of fawning studentPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Johann Strauss was born to a prostitute, who lived in one of the many whorehouses in the city of Concor, capital of the Kingdom of Concorro. As a child, he grew up with dreams of living a successful life, taking care of his mother, and maybe even raising his own family in a small house outside the city. He knew it would be difficult, but he wanted to try regardless if only to prove his pessimistic mother wrong.

As he grew up, he began to learn. He learned how to earn money through street games and scams and theft. He scavenged through the garbage and brought home books and scrolls to teach himself how to read and write. He learned how to act and speak in a way that made others pity him enough to give him spare change.

He made acquaintances (no friends for there was no friendship to be found in the streets), made enemies (desperation was motive enough to drive anyone to do something stupid), found love (it wasn’t a crush god fucking damn it!), and a hundred and one other things besides.

He also learned that innocence was a fool’s word. And that he was better off without it.

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When he was twelve years old, Johann Strauss took his first life.

He had been part of a gang at the time, a polite term for a group of street urchin. The motley ensemble was led by a particular piece of work, with the inability to accept failure and a sword sharp enough that no-one dared cross or defy his commands. Under his leadership, the ‘gang’ had made a plan to rob the Adventurer’s Guild, seizing the monthly gold earnings just as it was to be transported in the late hours of the night and making off with it before any of the Adventurers could rally and put up a fight.

Turns out several dozen underfed, under equipped street urchins were nowhere near enough to take on a dozen men and women armed with monster-slaying weapons and had decades of battle experience.

Johann saw his ‘gang’ members slaughtered to the last, the pleading cries of the dying silenced with firm stomps to their head. He only had a dagger to him name at the time, an old thing that was more rust than actual steel. He abandoned his post as a ‘distraction’ ran for one of the carriages transporting the gold, stuffed his pockets with as much as they could carry, and fled.

Or, at least, tried to. Someone grabbed his arm.

“Where do you think you’re—“

The voice sounded familiar, but Post too long. Click here to view the full text.