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Has the story been abandoned?

This needs to be bumped. I have some more ideas for Kimmy, but not until she's quite a bit older (she's going to be the first member of the NBIS's new hucow program!) but I don't really have any ideas for between where we are now and then. I hope E-Sarah comes along with her Mom's part soon.

I've been sitting on some ideas while waiting for E-Sarah's bit. I didn't want to step on her toes, as it were. It's been almost three months, so... I guess I'm going to write something else, instead. I'll see if I can get it posted tonight. I just want more amputee content on here, y'all. There's SO MUCH snuff, which is great, but this is what I'm into.

This is so good though please continue!

Consensual is always hot. Excellent story. Is there a part 2?

A part 2 or another story like this one would be wonderful...

Thanks for the feedback guys, I don't have a part 2 in mind, but when something else comes to mind I'll see about writing it up.

Fans can be so demanding...

Wonderfull story. Really like it.

I love your art, I cried from laughter. My dreams will be well tonight.

I enjoyed this so much

Coercion penectomy stories are my fav. Where someone wasn't entirely willing but is mentally overwhelmed or pushed into consenting.

Wow! This was really hot.

The enticement & teasing elements were hugely appealing to me.

I could do without the whining/sniveling moments as they aren't to my preference - I'm ludicrously big on consenting participants.

But, DAMN. Very nicely done. I greatly approve.

Cheers,
Bill

>>12791

I liked the build up and his reluctance, then his desire getting the better of him. I wish you hadn't glossed over the actual penectomy so quickly, though.

>>10816

The worst? Oh, I'm blushing! Please, flattery will get you nowhere.

>>10816 Here think of me when you listen to this </:) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wmKHHdqwVes

Half the city is dead. The rest live on the outskirts. On top of economic and ecologic disasters, we now have plagues. I've dealt with one bomzom in person. It was horrifying.

Running low on groceries, I bused to the shop at the edge of town, but they were out of everything. A woman there was arguing with the shop owner.

"What am I supposed to do? I need eggs and milk!"
"There's another shop downtown.." The guy behind his counter was unsure.
"Oh yeah, so I can march into a wasteland battlefield? It may as well be in the quarantine zone."
"Miss, I'll go for you, if you pay me." As always, I'm one to make an easy buck off a gambit. She agreed, giving me her number and promising to meet me with cash after I show up with her list fulfilled.

As I waited on the bus- which didn't get within a mile of my new destination- I contemplated how it was ironic the sky was bright and cloudless. Perhaps the foggy quarantined zone absorbed all the moisture.

I was all alone with the driver on the bus for over 3 miles, getting off at the last stop. The entire ride was eerie. Some people still lived in these houses, the lights were on, but nobody was walking around. It used to be a very traveled road. Looking out the windows, only one other car passed us at some point, and some dude was puking in his backyard.

"Thanks." I stepped off.
The bus driver sighed and shook his head then said "Good luck."

It was a long quiet walk. Perhaps 20 minutes. I saw a couple of people in their windows, but heard almost nothing. No birds chirping, nor dogs barking. Occasionally, I heard someone hammering or puking.

Nearing the store, there was a lanky woman leaning against a wall. Because of how thin she was, I initially thought she was taller than me, but she was just very thin. She had to be a heroin addict, I thought.

"Buy me some water please.." She said before she even saw me. Maybe I was in her peripheral vision or maybe she heard my footsteps. She moved her head up and her eyes danced around then locked on to me. She stood up and it clearly took effort for her to stand on just her own 2 feet.

"Why not drink faucet water?"

"It's not running. You didn't hear? What's it like on the other end of town? I should... check... ugh." She collapsed.

"Girl are you on drugs or withdrawing right now?"

"I don't do drugs..."

"Right."

"Ok ok, I smoke weed.. when I can.. and I've snorted before but... there's something in the water."

"The water that's not running?"

"Not anymore... It's still running for some people but they said it's green and murky."

"Ok, I'll spot you a bottle just this once." I walked down a block, letting her sit instead of following me, and rang a bell. I heard shuffling behind a half-open door and some rusty old man, dirt covering him, bumbled half-asleep to the register.

B-O-O-M

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" I jumped. He seemed only half scared, like a kid jumped out at him.

"Happens." He shrugged.

I gave him the funds and left, walking past the thin thirsty girl and tossing her a bottle.

"Thank you." She said weakly.

"Good luck." I walked briskly, occasionally jogging, until I reached the bus stop. Druggies everywhere. Where'd they come from? Some fat, some skinny, none were fit. They were moaning "oww." All of them wePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The lady who's groceries I bought parked outside the old man's apartment building and asked if she could come up with me.
"So you saw a girl's ass explode. I still can't get over this."
"Like balloons but grenades. Boom. Then boom. She was crying and boom. One cheek then the other, not a half second later."
"And she didn't drop dead?"
"Nope, she danced. Like I said, all around... stomping all around and the guts, how they slowly fell like sludge then ripped..."
"How? I mean-..." She looked down and bit her fingers. "How... did she not die, instantly?"
"I guess she wasn't lucky, the explosion wasn't that bad, no shrapnel, just globes of assfat slamming her back... It almost got on me. Gross."
"Gross?! A woman is dead!"
"I know! It was horrifying!" she leaned back and sighed. "Can I come up with you? My husband is a long distance away. I don't want to do anything but... I want company."
I figured she was a cutie and rather young, and the old man could use more company- as could I, in all honesty. She might keep us both young.
So she comes up with me and the old man is shocked to see us, literally hugging me and saying there's a massacre where I just was. Bombs going off everywhere. We already knew that simply from hearing explosions and witnessing.
"People got killed by bones flying into them! A man died when his brother's arms flew everywhere!"
I looked up videos of this; Peoples' arms were too fat for them to go anywhere, like tumors, but then they'd grow mushrooms from their arms and sometimes just explode. They were collecting everyone suspected of being infected.
'WARNING: STAY CLEAN. GIVE EVERYONE PLENTY OF SPACE. COVER YOUR MOUTH.' underlined horrific photos of what can go wrong if people didn't fall in line.
There was even a host of videos on porn sites of guys and girls who were masturbating over their diseased chubby moldy legs. On other, more sinister sites, people were tormented, mostly the infected being shot at with bb guns or hit with sticks on their diseased limbs, a particularly tortured girl was hung upside down, being taunted about how she had flat chests and now her giant pale boobs were just disgusting- even though in truth, there wasn't much wrong with them color-wise or in any other way except being cartoonishly big and having incredibly long nipples that were like rope. Some taller hotter girls were like vixens, slapping her breasts and tying her nipples into knots.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

so good

Intend to snuff the other avatar girls?

Glad you guys liked it. ^^ But no, I didn't really plan on writing any other avatar related stuff, this was more of a quick, spur of the moment thing a friend on discord requested. I didn't even proof-read this either, hence the annoying amount of small typos.

That said though, if you had any ideas or suggestions, I could try to come up with another story.

>>12858
More dark gore with head destruction, bowel release, even farting would be great

Young Katara being blood bent into being a fuck toy with some foot action and then beheaded?

Chapter 1: The turning tide

"Come on mom! I have cleaned my bedroom TWICE this day" shouted Michelle through the living room.
"Michelle... I'm just asking you to pick up your laptop from your bed and put it on the desk. I do not want to punish you" said Michelle's mom, Patricia, who was a freed woman.
Needless to say, Michelle was starting to be a teenage, trying to be rebelious and making a storm for anything. She stormed out of the living room going upstairs, entering her bedroom and placing the laptop on the desk. Then she shouted "I'm done doing that! Do you want me to go outside and bring stupid things from the supermarket!?"
Unfortunately for her, that was enough for Patricia to stop cooking and go directly to Michelle's room.
"What did you just say, little lady?" asked patrica with anger in her tone.
"What you heard, old lady" answered Michelle, defiance was to be found in her voice.
"You know what Michelle? I will take that. Go get a stupid onion, a stupid carrot and a stupid potato. You will be eating broth today, not the T-bone I was cooking for each of us. After you return, you are grounded. That means no TV, no celphone and no going out with your friends. You can keep the laptop. You need it for your school" expressed Patricia.
"Wha-tev-er you want, m'lady" mouthed Michelle before shunning her mother aside and going down the stairs towards the door.

As she stepped out of her house she headed to the supermarket. She was fighting to hold back her tears. She hated being grounded, and almost hated her mom for grounding her and taking away her T-bone.
When she made it to the supermarket she saw a beggar girl asking for money, and just before Michelle entered the supermarket, she saw a man approaching the girl and starting to take his penis out. Michelle was accustomed to watching that kind of scenes, where women were ordered and almost forced to do things. She considered it normal and she knew she was fortunate enough to never have experienced that kind of thing.
After picking the vegetables she made her way to the checkout lane and paid for them. When she exited the supermarket, Michelle saw the girl was being vaginally penetrated by the same man who was giving the girl some coins.

Michelle arrived at her house, opened the door and headed towards the kitchen, where her mom was cooking the 2 T-bones and boiling the water for Michelle's broth.
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Chapter 2: Slowly accepting

Michelle was slowly coming back to her senses but she noticed she couldn't move at all. Also she couldn't see anything. She felt rings locking her in place and she was blindfolded. Michelle knew this wasn't going to be nice. Unfortunately for her, Lewis was watching her awakening, so he spoke "Well well, look who's awake. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, but I will answer none because... You're a 12 year old and I'm a 16 year old so just cope with it. Don't worry about your parents, I called and told them that I was giving you some orders, so everything is nice!
First of all, I'm pretty sure you know what 'cum' is. This machine you're strapped to can pump 200 liters of semen into you along the span of 24 hours. And yes, you're gonna ride it for 24 hours straight. Because you won't have any food or water during that time, you need to learn how to start drinking semen. It hs lots of nutrients!. I just borrowed my dad's credit card to order 250 liters of horse cum so don't worry, you won't get pregnant.
Before we start I want you to drink something special I have been making just for you"

Lewis went to a dusty drawer and took out a cup full of rotting semen and he added aphrodisiacs into it along with a bit of yellow powder. Lewis mixed it all with a rusty nail he found on the floor and exclaimed "It is ready, miss Figueroa". As he said that, he pinched Michelle's right nipple to make her scream and force her to open her mouth. He held her mouth open while he poured the mix into her. She immediatly started gagging from the stench and taste it had, but she knew that if she didn't drink it, Lewis would make it worse for her.

Yellowish cum dribbled down Michelle's cheek and she started revolting her stomach to try to get that awful mix out of her.

Lewis stepped back and admired his work, explaining what he made Michelle drink "You know, I lied, that wasn't made for you, it was made for any girl that I chose to abduct here. As you can judge from the taste, that semen is at least 2 months old, I also added aphrodisiacs to it and I added a 'pain enhancer', which will make you feel everything worse. I will now flip a switch and the machine will come to life to start your torture"

With that, Lewis turned on the machine and 3 dildos positioned themselves in front of each Michelle's hole. The dildos had an opening at the center to allow cum to exit them and enter Michelle'Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Chapter 3: The endurance

Michelle's rest wasn't long and wasn't pleasurable either. Her swollen vagina and anus were bleeding profusely and her stomach looked like she was 7 months pregnant. She could taste the after-taste of the cum she was forced to swallow.

Just when she thought she could try to rest she heard the door of the locker opening and she knew Lewis was coming down. She closed her eyes to try to fool Lewis, however, he had other plans.
When Lewis was just besides her and trying to not step on the horse cum, he lifted his leg and stomped on Michelle's right breast, squashing it and elicting a scream of pain from the cum-coated girl.

"Wake up slut, you need to clean thi up!" said Lewis when Michelle stopped screaming.
"There is no way I'm cleaning what you made to me!" shouted Michelle with a pained voice. Suddenly she realized she was in deep trouble now, and she started to accept that she was a woman and as one, she needed to obey Lewis. Howerever, Lewis wasn't pleased with the response he got from Michelle, stomping again on her right tit. He kept stomping and stomping until Michelle pleaded him to stop. "You gonna clean this mess?" asked Lewis and Michelle was unable to answer, her eyes were closed and her hands were clutching her injured breast, so she just moved her head in a 'yes' motion and Lewis exited the basement.

When the pain subsided a bit, Michelle tried to stand but her legs were too weak to support her weight, so she crawled on all fours around the basement trying to find anything to mop all the cum and small turds that were on the floor. She couldn't find anything to do it besides her uniform so she picked up her blouse and started mopping the cum with it. Soon enough the blouse was drenched with cum and she moved onto her skirt. Again, the skirt was drenched and the stench was getting worse. She used her thighhighs, her bra and her panties, only to get them all covered in sticky and rotting cum and she was nowhere to being finished. Michelle wondered how Lewis wanted it to be clean, until it dawned on her. Lewis wanted Michelle to clean that all with her body, be it licking it or stuffing it inside her holes. Just the thought of doing it made Michelle sick but she had no choice so she extended her toungue and started licking the cum. When she was overwelmed by it, she started to stuff it into her vagina and then her asshole. She took almost 8 hours to do it, and her staminPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Extremely nice. I can't believe I missed this when it came out.

>>9696
I am glad you liked it! I think I will start posting them in parts, because if I just post the whole thing at once, people just read it and then forget about it...

Well written.

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Second chapter, including more victims and more graphic and inventive deaths.

Seven Slaves

=(cons, futa, scalie, ageplay/cub, bisexual, popping, watersports, ball torture, gutting)

 In the barren Hinterlands, beside a meandering river that stretched across the great dry plain, a circle of caravan wagons converged. Short scrub grass clung to the soil of the land, the shadows of great mountain peaks casting long across the earth as the sun slipped down the sky to hide behind them.

 Flying towards those mountains, a lone Nightfury passed above the caravans. Moving through the smoke and air rising from below, his attention snagged as he caught the scents billowing up from the small market that had been set up on the flat banks. Food and drink. Flesh and sweat. Blood and cum.

 A slave market.

 Swooping down, the Nightfury slowly spiraled towards the caravan's central market, seeing the auction stages set up within the several acres of enclosed land. He landed in front of one, joining a sparse crowd of bidders. He was nude, a generally unacceptable state in any human establishment, but in such a place as this it was fairly unremarkable. There was a great amount of flesh for sale, and competition was high among the slaves for who would be bought first, so all were naked to display everything they had to offer. Every one of those for sale here had willingly put their lives up for auction, the only legal form of slavery in these parts.

 Once purchased, a slave became property, their life given over to their new master's discretion. The cost of their sale would go to their families, and from then on they were legally bound to serve their master obediently in all things.

 Moving among the different stages, he ignored those auctions that sold humans or orcs, seeking out instead the ones lined with members of the lesser races.

 He didn't have to walk far, as the lesser races were always more plentiful at such markets. After passing only a few podiums, he soon found one with a pleasing selection of both kobolds and goblins for sale. The last buyer was walking off with a slave under each arm, his new toys giggling with pleasure as he whispered into their ears.

 Approaching, the Nightfury spared a glance for the auctionmaster, a plump human woman with a sultry smile. She glanced up and down his body, checkingPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Sacrifices

===(cons, watersports, popping, beating, gutting, de-dicking, gender change, bi, cub, breeding, scalie)

In the narrow passes between high mountains, a chill wind howls across stone and lichen. Gravel stirs from granite ledges, echoing ominously as it rattles down sheer cliffs. A young goblin looks up at the noise, the piercings in her pointed green ears jingling as she shifts uneasily.

 Reaching up to fiddle with her ear piercings, Sadie's eyes darted towards the lithe, black dragon stretched out along the length of their wagon. Hunter's wings were outspread to soak up the small amount of sun shining down at high noon, their tips touching either sideboard of the wagon. This left her only the few feet of the wagonbed above his head to herself, his body stretched out in a nap across the rest as the wooden wheels rattled along. Her mentor's continued lack of concern calmed her somewhat to the possibility of rocks falling down upon them, and she returned her attention to the small fairy clutched in her slender green fingers.

 The little creature was passive, its pastel skin soft against her own as it regarded her. Barely a handspan and a half tall, it reclined in her palm as if it were a luxurious sofa, exposing elegantly delicate limbs and a miniscule bust. Three more fairies watched her, lined up along the soft flesh of her thigh in a seated row. Exchanging silent chatter, they occasionally glanced towards a fairy corpse that lay beside her on the wagonbed. Strangely, they were seemingly untroubled by it.

 "They don't seem very willing," Sadie said to the dragon, sounding faintly disappointed. "Actually, they barely seem to care what I do to them. That's not very exciting... Why'd you tell me to practice on these?"

 Black nostrils flared as Hunter snorted in annoyance, rousing from his half-doze. Red eyes opened to slits, and he glanced over at her, taking in the corpse of her first victim and the fairy still held in her palm. He grunted.

 "You have to tell them they'll like it." His eyes closed again as he resettled back against the bundled cloth he'd made into a makeshift bed. The slow progress through the mountains was irritating him slightly, as normally he would fly over these peaks in a single day. With his new apprentice to think of, that wasn't possible. "Fairies will believe anything. They're not very bright, but they're good at lPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Sacrifices

===(cons, snuff, beastiality, bisexual, hermaphrodite, furry, dragon, popping, watersports, de-dicking/castration, impregnation)

Amongst the crags of the Dragon mountain range, to either side of the straightest and safest pass through those treacherous peaks, two mountains stood in a stony embrace. Both reached equally far above the valleys below, so close to the sky that one could have seen clear across the neighboring nations from their highest points.

If it were an especially clear night, an sharp-eyed climber would have be able to pick out the circles and lines of light that showed the merchant caravans crossing the eastern Hinterlands, bearing slaves and other goods. The dry land in the shadows of the mountains was uninhabited, yet stood at a crossroads between several nations of different species. Trade bustled through at a constant rate, impromptu markets springing up wherever a wagon line might make rest.

In the other direction, to the west, rainclouds came to a halt as they blew out their rage against the unyielding mountains. Here, there was a lush greenness that stood at utter contrast to the dreary Hinterlands, a wet wilderness called Gam'ju. A more dangerous place than any mountain, the jungles were filled with deadly and strange creatures seen nowhere else in the world, the homeland of the orc tribes that stalked unseen among the verdant wilds.

Finally, there was the mountains themselves, and the depths below those two twin peaks from atop which so much could be seen. In the warm depths deep inside those mated spires, there lived the scaled people endemic to all mountain ranges across the known world. Policing the pass between Gam'ju and the Hinterlands, a civilization of kobolds taxed the trade that flowed between their mountains. Worshiping the magnificent creatures that were eponymous to the cragged range in which they dwelt, they claimed a fifth of all goods and slaves moving through their lands as a holy tithe, piling up their riches in hopes of attracting a true dragon to dominate and lead them. For hundreds of years, the throne and altar of their god had stood empty, a series of married priests ruling in his stead.

Now, at long last, their hopes had prayers had finally been answered. Their god had come to claim his due, spreading blood and seed from and among his overjoyed followers.

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