The Case File

Melanie Holstein was the librarian at Parkview High School. From all external appearances, she was a kind, thoughtful librarian, well liked by the kids and her colleagues. It didn't hurt that despite pushing 40, she still had the energy and youthful appearance of a 25 year old. When asked what her secret was, she usually just replied with some vague comment on diet and exercise. She had a pet dog, a cactus, the usual photos of relatives and friends. She even had a social media account that she kept semi active with the occasional photo or reblog.

Melanie Holstein had a secret though. A dark little hobby. Every couple months, she would go out, obsessively study a young boy for a couple weeks, then kidnap him. She would then transport the boy to a remote cabin up in the mountains to rape, before murdering him. She believed that consuming the bodily fluids of a male virgin kept her youthful and healthy. When the authorities finally caught up to her, she admitted to having dispatched about 200 boys this way. She had kept her spree going by going as far as the southwest to find a target, and by targeting boys with severe family issues. A kid with deadbeat or abusive parents wouldn't register as disappeared, they would simply be classified as a runaway.

Her routine after kidnapping was quick and efficient. She would transport the boy (who was usually sedated, tied up, and gagged) in a false compartment in her SUV. After reaching her mountain cabin, she would undress the boy (keeping him restrained on a home made surgical table). She would then wait until the sedatives wore off and her victim was fully conscious before starting her ritual. She would strip naked, then would stimulate the boy's penis until it was semi-erect. Then she would perform fellatio until the boy achieved orgasm. She would consume the first wad of cum immediately. Then Ms. Holstein would get up on top of the boy for round 2. Ms. Holstein would then ride her victim's penis until he achieved orgasm again, usually without a condom. This process usually took about an hour and a half to complete, depending on the stamina of the boy.

Then came the butchering. After resting for an hour, Ms. Holstein would wash the boy with warm soapy water. After cleaning him, she would choose one of several methods to kill her victim. Her favorite method involved turning the table on its side and slicing open the stomach and throat. AfPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

=Tales from Omani Mei=

Just a quick story I threw together based on an idea I had last night.

Taking Apart Jaya
MtF, nc, snuff, casual, neck snap, bisection
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The small group moved between the stalls of the marketplace with ease, the crowd parting around them and turning to give them furtive glances. Few here welcomed the Keyholders, but none dared to cross them, either.

Nadya, the eldest of the group at 26, strode confidently down the lane between the makeshift stalls, long black hair swaying as her power armor carried her effortlessly forward. Beside her threatening form, Onira and Tryxia seemed small, impressively built though they were. 20-year-old Onira’s spiked hair, fierce facial tattoos, and leather jacket contrasted with 18-year-old Tryxia’s neon pink hair, tight crop top, ripped thigh highs, and short skirt.

All three were trans women, members of the Keyholders, a group of outlaws that traded with the citizens of Omani Mei on a regular basis. The Keyholder women would trade their plunder for the necessities of farming and metalcraft at generous prices, leaving whatever they did not need to sell for any to take at their will.

But everything has a price in Omani Mei, and today, Nadya, Onira, and Tryxia were there to collect payment. Sometimes that price was in life, and sometimes in death; the massive sword on Nadya’s back hinted at which was on the cards today.
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Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 1


Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!


Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...


Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.


Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.


Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette's freshly ground cunt and fashioning them into a patty for the chef to fry up on the griddle.


Goddess, the feel of another girl's ruined twat squishing in her hands like that was so incredibly arousing! Knowing that Annette gave this up so that someone else could eat it was just so... Unnngh! It was all Willow could do to keep from frigging herself right there on the spot!


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Okay, so because of Character limits and Flood protections I can't post this story all on one go even though it's finished. I'll try and get it up as soon as I can, but my suspicion is that someone needs to reply between each of my posts so I don't trigger flooding.

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Mary Jane's Girlskin Lingerie Photoshoot
Tags: Spider-Man, Mary Jane Watson, Ava Ayala (White Tiger), Exhibitionism, F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Romantic, Objectification, Girl leather, Fingering, Oral, Fondling, Inter-racial, Girl turned into Lingerie

Mary Jane Watson was more than a little nervous as she got ready for her time before the camera. She'd been a successful model for years now, and she'd managed to avoid anything like this in her time in the industry. It wasn't just the nudity, though she'd avoided that too of course, it was this whole trend of girl-leather clothes! Of course, what had once been a fringe fad was now much more mainstream and Mary Jane could no longer afford to avoid it, at least, not if she wanted to keep working in the fashion industry. Jobs had been drying up recently and her agent had mentioned that this could put her back on the map with a fresh new daring image. Even without that though, the company had asked for her specifically and the pay was more than generous. An offer like this usually led to even more offers in the future, especially with a growing brand like Girlskin. Refusing an offer like this was never really in the cards.

Mary Jane glanced around the room to find her co-star for this shoot, Ava Ayala. Ava was stunning, a statuesque Latina beauty with a body so gorgeous that even MJ felt a little inadequate next to her. She wondered why Ava took this job. MJ was thinking about her future career, but that couldn't possibly be the case for Ava, not with what the shoot required of her.

Was the thought of what was going to happen to her enticement enough?

MJ didn't know, and honestly she was sort of afraid to ask.

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Hello all. I've been a lurker here for at least a decade. Anyways I found this story. It's really good but just to short and really not flushed out as I like. So I flushed it out. Like I said it's really not mine I just rewrote it

Heads

(loli, shota, hanging, cons)

"Please, can I hang you ?", said 12 year old Johnny to his best friend.

Jenny, being 12 herself, looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean like, all the way?"

"Well yes, I was told girls die very nicely when hanged." He said.

"And I was told boys go even better." Said Jenny with a grin. "I hear they squirt and then they go limp. Tell you what: Why don't we flip a coin?"

"Winner hangs loser all the way?" Johnny smiled.

"Yes! God this is so exciting !" said Jenny.
"You're on!"

Jenny and Johnny were friends for a long time. From time to time they used to play all kinds of games with each other. They were on a bed, wearing casual clothes, doing nothing more than talking. When Johnny popped up that question from nowhere. They both knew they liked the idea of hanging, and they even did some roleplaying that involved air walking with each other, but they made sure nothing went wrong. This time it will be the other way around. Jenny was a tall redhead with nice curves just starting to develop. Her budding tits were just about the size of small oranges and she had nice puffy nipples. The kind that would turn rock hard nicely when hanged. Johnny didn't have to be ashamed either. Tall, a bit tanner, nice slim yet not skinny body, and had an average cock for a boy his age. Both just had the beginings of hair on their sexes. Jenny was already familiar with his cock. If he hanged there would be two limp things dangling, Jenny thought.

"Wow, I can't believe we're doing this. My heart is about to pop out of my chest." Said Jenny while she took a coin from her purse. "But you have to promise me, whatever happens, that we do it, even if it's my head in the noose, and of course ...", and now she had an even bigger grin, "if it's yours."

"Sure, let's get on with it." Said Johnny. "If it is me that has to hang you won't have any problems. I've always wanted to go like this. You'll be doing me a favor. And I wouldn't miss the opportunity to hang you. One thing we leave to the loser - he or she can choose the location and method, but the rePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Feel free to post your own ultra-short stories here, as long as they are around 100 words. :) Or request a story or two: I'm into non-con, snuff, something involving school girls or the military.

Vivisection

The mayor’s eldest daughter Catherine screamed in utmost despair as the Japanese officer opened up her stomach with a swift slice downwards from his sword, warm intestines and visceral organs poured out in a steaming pile on the ground in front of her. He then reached into her hollow cavity and sliced out the poor girl’s uterus with near surgical precision.

If she managed to stay alive enough, she would have gotten a good taste of her own sex organ and semen of her rapists as the content of her violated womb was forcefully emptied into her gaping mouth.

"So, uh..."

He had that shifty, sort of bored look that Valerie Blackford hated, the kind of look she saw more of since she opened Gemini, her tiny little brothel, wedged beneath two noodle shops.

"What do the girls look like?"

She looked at him, expression neutral despite the pang of dislike in her chest. Stupid question. Must be a new customer, just wandering in off the street. "They look like me," she said, matter-of-fact, gesturing at herself, up and down. “That’s sort of the whole thing.”

He stared, expression blank as a wiped drive.

"They're me. They're modeled off of me.”

More staring from his wet little eyes.

"Look, I'm just going to show you." She stood, lead him back, opened the door to five identical and equally nude clones of herself, supine and hooked up to diagnostics. They could be sleeping.

His eyes traveled slowly over the doubles, then back over her clothed body. He smiled, more interested now that he saw her naked.

She didn’t blame him. She looked good laid out like that.

"They any fun in the sack?"

More stupid questions.

"They don't move. They can’t. Look at this place. You think I can afford to give them all personalities? You just fuck them like that. Twenty five for an hour. Fifty if you want me to watch."

He scoffed. "Twenty five to fuck a dead clone? I can do that for free."

She rolled her eyes, walked over to the nearest spare, spread her copy's cunt wide with two fingers for him. It gleamed wet in the soft light. "Not dead. On standby. Wet and warm." She slid a finger inside her double's pussy, with an audible squelch, watched it go in easy, felt her cunt clench. "They'll even cum for you, if you care about that. I have them do kegels and everything.”

She sucked herself off her fingers, knowing the reaction it’d get, a little smirk quirking her lips as she watched his cock tent in his loose pants.

He was thinking now, eyes darting between her and...her.

"Fifty, then. You sit on the table and watch."

“Payment up front,” she said as she hopped up, legs not quite reaching the ground.

He wasn’t gentle. He fucked her spare like he hated it, choking it, slapping its face and tiny tits hard enough to make her wince, sitting on the table next to him. She heard him grunting, heard his hips slapping against cloned flesh. ItPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Long-time lurker here to share my work. Enjoy.

Last Breath

(asphyxiation, necro, snuff, rape)

"Help!" Lisa yelled, but there was no one to help in the alleyway.

"Help!" Lisa shouted, trying at the locked doors, hoping one of them would open with her salvation.

"HELP!" Lisa screamed, her pitched voice driving the blood to Samson's cock.

Samson grasped her by the neck and flung her to the ground. The gasp she gave, striking the ground, put him on the edge.

Her breath came hard, frantic. Her fingers scrambled against the concrete, desperately trying to pull her away.

Samson found her ankle and put his boot over it, pressed down with all his weight and she screamed. The loveliest sort of scream. Pain mixed with fear. Lisa looked back at him for only a moment, her eyes wide and white. She screamed and she screamed. She was past the point of asking for help. She screamed because it was the only thing she had left.

Samson ground his foot deeper, pushed against the ankle until it had no room to wriggle. Her screams rose with the tension, until with a snap they went silent.

She stopped and stared, her voice leaving her as she struggled to comprehend the mangled shape of her foot.

Her mouth opened, she gulped in the air, but before she could scream again, Samson took her by the throat.

He pressed down on her, straddling her chest. One hand firmly wrapped around her neck, the other reaching for his zipper. His cock burst out of his pants, fully erect, as eager as a wolf with its meat.

Her eyes bulged at the sight of it and she squirmed under his grasp. His grip on her throat was tight, but her hands were free to swing. They came at him, slapped against his shoulder, clawed at his face. But she was only a girl, her arms so short, so frail and thin. Samson with his free hand tore at her blouse to let her breasts fall free and his cock landed between them. He could feel the beat of her heart there. The rapid rising and falling of her chest as she fought for breath worked to massage his dick.

Samson gave a groan and he tightened his grip on her neck. Her eyes popped out, her mouth parted open, tongue spilling out from her lips. Her hands rose again to push at him, to claw at him, but what little strength she had, had already evaporated.

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**Chapter 1 – A Good Day**

Until two hours ago, Dr. Aster Good had never left Fortress before, and she isn’t sure it was a good idea.

She leans forward towards the window. The ground outside is lined with what looks like long stands of twitching muscle tissue. This is what got caught in the tracks. The Armoured Penetrator II, although capable of reaching deeper into infected territories, is not meant to go to the heart of them. That it got as far as it has is a combination of good luck and careful driving.

Hoping to break free, she revs the engine one more time. The vehicle whines at her then lurches forward about an inch before snapping back. A flashing light alerts her it’s about to overheat again.

*I’m not too far. I should be able to make it*

Aster crawls into the small compartment at the back of the vehicles, where she finds a bag, a small black book, an injection gun and a shotgun. She holsters the injection gun to her side. She places the notebook in her bag, among lots of fruits wrapped in plastic and protein bars.

Her actions are fast, although not yet panicked.

*They’ll converge soon—*

A dull thud from the front. Aster snaps around to see it; a pawn, pink and fleshy with a calcified lump for a hand which it uses to tap the front. *Don’t tap on the glass, it disturbs the fish.* Aster smiles at it and taps back. “Hey there,” she says. “I guess there will be more of you soon. That wouldn’t be great. I’m going to hop out the top and blow your head off then run to Caesar and hope for the best.”

The pawn tilts its head and they watch each other for a moment. Then it starts banging on the window. Small cracks form.

Aster nods to herself, grabbing the shotgun and getting onto the step below the access hatch. *This is mad. I’m actually going to seduce a king. If it goes wrong, he kills me. If it goes right, he fucks me, which might kill me.* Dozens of ways for her plan to go wrong come to mind. She ignores those thoughts. Most of them are out of her control.

She throws open the hatch, is surprised to see the pawn’s face less than a metre of her own, so she screams, fires, and falls back down the hatch.

“Fuck, that’s loud.”

The the back of the pawn’s headless body slides down the front window of the Penetrator. *It doesn’t have an asshole, huh?*

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# A hot Day

It all started with taking a bath together.

They had spent the day exploring the area, a rather hot, sunny day for that matter. She had been wearing a white t-shirt loosely covering her ample breasts and a skirt. Soon enough her t-shirt had been sticking to her skin, leaving not much to his imagination.

Ten they found the pot. A big iron pot set on stones, a fire place underneath.

"There is water in it", she said. "Come on, let's cool off!". So in they jumped. Her thin t-shirt became almost transparent. He had been walking with some boner all day, now his erection grew rock hard.

"Do I turn you on?" she teased.

"Yes" he said.

"How so?" Her eyes sparkling.

"Your tits", he said, "your big tits. Can't think of much else all day" he continued.

"So what are you thinking when you are thinking of my tits" she asked, while stroking her breasts, wetting her t-shirt.

"I am thinking of your tits being big and white, swinging freely in the sun, with some blue veins in your skin."

"How about you?" he then asked. "Does this turn you on?"

She continued stroking her breasts. Her nipples had grown hard in the cool water and she gently squeezed them.

"You staring at my tits all day turned me on" she said. "It made me all wet. I was thinking of taking off my t-shirt, letting you look at my naked breasts all day".

"Well, you might have helped yourself to some sunburn then" he offered.

She blushed, her neck and face turning red.

"What?" he inquired.

"I might have liked some sunburn" she said.

"You mean" - he hesitated - "you would have liked your tits sunburnt?"

She nodded.

"You would have liked your big white tits all getting red by sunburn?"

She nodded, cupping her breasts in her hands. "Yes", then, with a small voice: "does that turn you on?"

Again he hesitated. "Yes". He took a breath. "Yes. The idea of your big white tits getting all red does turn me on. The idea of you sitting in the sun to help yourself to some sunburn does turn me on. Especially .."

"Yes?"

"Especially you staying in the sun even when these big white tits of yours are already red and hurting does turn me on" he continued.

"I would have liked that." She paused, looking at him. "I would have liked to stay in the sun till mPost too long. Click here to view the full text.