/lit/ - Literature

>>15918
I think its not working…
You either have an interactive story and have to commit to one suggestion (or marge few into one) or write your own story from start to finish as you see it fit…
It would be easier if you would give a few choices to choose from instead of saying "what's next" as most people here wanna see murder/snuff/necro etc. so they wanna kill the character/s as fast as possible…

Oof ok, I see what you're saying. I guess I'm kinda married to the interactive thing since it's in the title. I'll me try being clearer about what the choices are and what choice I'm picking from now on.

So here, the choices are:

Wait for lions
Brand her and make her a slave
Kill her
Ask her to make a choice
Or, something else entirely

The Lion will take your suggestions, and you can ask for more info.

>>15902
>>15901


These were the suggestions I took last time.

I also took note of how people wanted to see her die and get made use of. Without spoilers, I considered how I could have that happen later in our story.

But she can die suddenly and unfairly if that's chosen. I would probably start writing a different characters story or something like that.

Because someone suggested talking to her, branding her, and escaping, she survived. So you've all already effected the story.

>>15923

Make her a slave.

>>15923
kill

>>15056
Still should still credit the original story inspiration.
It's just good manners even if the original is semi well-known.

>>15056
Still should still credit the original story inspiration.
It's just good manners even if the original is semi well-known.

>>15060
Maybe Vivisectionist credit original story back in 200x when it was posted. Maybe credit part was lost when reposting.

In DGF thread after title it is written: "Based on Dolcett's picture story "Head or Tails"

>>15061
Fair point

love this!

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.

>>15009
Thank you! Good character development.

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

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

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It's a pity she didn't end up as a live dessert. It would have been a nice narrative loop.

If you're looking for constructive criticism, I found it difficult to picture what was going on at several points because the descriptions were too brief. For example, I can't tell what position the Steamers were meant to be in. On their knees? Lying down, looking straight ahead? What are the restraints like?

You should also put a link to your other work here, since it seems like you're assuming some degree of familiarity on the part of the reader and I had to find it by googling.

Aside from that, I quite liked it, and I look forward to seeing more from you.

>>15842
holy crap, an actual guro story with farting?! based anon, great writing too

Great story.

Great story ^^ its really cool to have more foot story here :)

Just... for the next story... I think that could be better for you to take your time for the foot torture or eating :)

Great story ^^ its really cool to have more foot story here :)

Just... for the next story... I think that could be better for you to take your time for the foot torture or eating :)

this reminds me of something… Weren't there more stories about Tina and her feet?

I love it, although loli isn't really my thing either :P Hoping for more.

Wow some great stuff, long anticipated and didn't disappoint. Loving the creativity with the victims like the young maid, and hey the entire loli part fit nicely as well. Since in the end it tied in by being part of the orders, if the ol assassin was more simple and straightforward about it things would've been fine as well. Would love to see more, this is quality.

in case anyone missed the detail, reason for maid in the beginning asking for towels was the kids in the bath and head maidish character was shoveling coal to keep the bath hot. Way to go with the plot coherence :OOO

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Just necro with pretee- and teen girls woudl be great. Just pure snuff->necro no guting or stuff.. just descriptions of cute dead bodies…

A round puckered opening formed in the centre of its chest as if by dark magic. It was just millimetres away from her face. Thick white-yellow goop sprayed out onto her blonde hair and flowed down to her shouldes and flat chested kiddie body. It burned like it was boiling water, and smelled like rotten eggs.

Darla screamed “Noooooooo!!!” Even as it began to dissolve her face into an ugly pulpy red mess. It was a pain she’d only ever felt once before when she touched Alar’s cooking pot while it was still cooking. Now her skin was disintegrating and running down her front. On the outside of the wings, her outline could be seen dancing in the throes of death, her backside spasming in pain as she was digested alive. Her screaming was silenced with the great snapping sound of bone breaking as the Winged Devourer bent her arms backwards to fit better inside it. Slime started to spurt from under the leather wing cocoon in great globs.
“Aaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” she spasmed and kicked, dancing in her bondage like a little whore in bed. Her eyeballs popped in their sockets and her organs liquified in their human container. Soon her entire chest deliquesced and collapsed into her ribcage, falling down the empty cavity into her unripe womb. Darla’s feet swung from side to side, toes twitching in a convulsive motion, kicking a puddle of slippery slime on the floor, as they were smoothly drawn into the cocoon; more meat to feed the ravenous beast.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhh!” she moaned insensately, her entire upper body reduced to a gorey skeleton filled with half-melted guts. Unable to control herself, she pissed herself as the goop worked its way into her crotch folds. It melted her from her pussy all the way down to her toes and slurped up her juices into its chest hole and left a lifeless kiddie skeleton in Darla’s place. Then it opened its wings wide, revealing Darla’s corpse, which immediately broke apart into pieces on the slime soaked ground. Darla’s small, empty skull bounced and rolled a little, coming to rest at Dar’s sandaled feet.
The Winged Devourer roared with its mouthless face and turned its attention to its next meal.

Dar, shocked by the display of brutish barbarism, lowered his sword slightly. It was an unforgivable display to be forced to watch. He looked at his black Lion companion for agreement, and raised his weapon over his head. Tonight he would have vengeance for the death of lPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Wow, thanks for putting it out.

No problems - you asked - I delivered. I hope you enjoyed reading it.

Juleka couldn't quite suppress the nervous feeling of anticipation in her stomach as she rang the doorbell to Marinette's house. Well, to the patisserie downstairs. The sign in the window declared it was closed, which made sense, considering what would be happening that night.

She hadn't heard from Marinette since they said goodbye at school yesterday. But… that made sense considering the kind of party she'd invited them to. It was… weird, knowing that Marinette was gone. That she'd let herself be used as the main ingredient for the meal they were about to eat. Juleka wasn't sure how to feel about it.

She missed her friend, certainly, but… a part of her, a large part if she was being honest with herself, was… happy.

And it wasn't just that Marinette was giving her the chance to eat a dinner prepared by the greatest chef in the world, although that was certainly part of it. No, Juleka knew in her heart that while she would have been happy to have been invited by Marinette to any dinner cooked by her great uncle, she wouldn't have been nearly as happy as she was now if it weren't for the [i]type[/i] of dinner that she and Rose were attending. The fact that it as a girlmeat dinner; that Marinette was the main ingredient? Those were [i]important[/i]! Juleka wasn't just excited for dinner, she was excited to be eating another girl! And the fact that that girl was her friend Marinette? Sweet, cute, lovely and occasionally dorky Marinette? Well, Juleka would be lying if she told anyone that that wasn't a big part of the excitement she was feeling as she rang the doorbell to her former friend's family home.

Juleka didn't really know how to feel about that realization, but the fact that Marinette was doing all of this willingly did a lot to sooth most of the guilt she felt. Not all of it; but more than enough for her to say she was looking forward to eating dinner tonight.

Juleka looked at her friend Rose and wondered if she was feeling the same way. She knew that Rose liked boys, but did she like girls too? Was she feeling the same tingling between her thighs that Juleka was at the almost sexual nature of what was about to happen? Or was this just another meal for her? Albeit one with an incredibly rare and fancy kind of menu?

Juleka couldn't tell for sure; and the emo girl didn't want to ruin their friendship by asking. Not that it would… probably at least? But… JulekPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

simply glorious work

its a shame that the formatting bugged out in the final chapter, but it did not make it unreadable.

again, TVB you write the best little cooking stories. so damn good with the willing snuff and canibalism in casual worlds. delectible

>>15769
Thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! It was really fun to write!

I enjoyed it, but a bit more of the cooking detail would have been wonderful. Keep up the good work!

>>15797
When I wrote this particular story, the goal was to minimize the actual cooking detail as much as possible and focus on what happened before and the aftermath. I have a lot of other stories with lots of cooking detail. I wanted to try something different, and I think it came out nicely.

The year was 2072. Many things changed since the great collapse half a century ago, food, water and warmth became more prized while human life became considerably cheaper. To the first generation born after the end of civilization concepts such as the Internet or smart-phones were just tales told to them by their parents who had lived in a world where doing to bed with a grumbling, empty stomach was considered an unusual occurrence reserved only for the poorest. As time went on and memory of the old order began to fade these old tales were replaced by new and more relevant ones of nature and its horrors. As centralized governments slowly crumbled away, local communities became powerful once more, providing the unfortunate souls born into this world with a modicum of security and stability. Another concept which enjoyed a significant renaissance was that of religion and not the “forgive thine enemies” and “turn the other cheeks” type of quasi-benign belief systems which dominated the old world. The world had changed, so did it’s gods. The new deities, while retaining their old names demanded vastly different expressions of devotion from their followers; take the story of Abraham and Isaac as an example, in the old days it was a mostly harmless tale often told to children to teach them that, while we may not understand how, God will always lead us on the right path. The moral of this very same tale today has become quite different. In a world where the last contraceptive had been manufactured roughly fifty years ago, the circumstance of having to choose between the life of a child and the starvation of one’s entire family was not an alien concept to most people.
Yara was awoken by the cold. This was far from an unusual occurrence during this time of the year, no one could afford to have a fire burning during the night. Apart from the cold winds and a near constant runny nose there were some benefits to this time of the year; snow had not yet fallen and the supplies Yara's father and her had gathered were satisfactory and they were certain they would have no problem surviving the winter on what they had and should their situation get dire, the option of hunting, while risky and uncertain, was preferable to starving.
Yara and her father were forced to settle on the outskirts of this small community five years ago after Yara’s mother and younger brother had both succumbed to dysentery. After the then seventeen year old girl and her father had to watch Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

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bump in the hope of this thread coming back to life with the new site!

Hot story, especially liked the first 2 parts

Bump on the off chance of more?