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 No.15605[Reply]

DARLA VS THE WINGED DEVOURERS
A Beastmaster tale by Riraito
Commissioned by RedStar101





THE DAY OF BIRTH AND A GIRL’S FIRST LOVE

She was brought into the world by two loving parents: Alar, and Ked-rak. The two of them named their blonde bundle of joy Darla after Ked-Rak’s mother. They raised her lovingly as any farmers would their eldest daughter.

The midwives declared that she was healthy and free of defects, Alar couldn’t have hoped for anything more than to hold that beautiful baby girl in her arms. Ked-rak was proud of his wife, and while he had hoped for a son to help till the fields, he would love his daughter just the same.

Years passed and Darla grew, first into a curious toddler, then into a proper young girl of the age of 4 cycles. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and her smile could light up any farmer’s worst day. The blonde mop of loosely pigtailed hair looked like an angel’s halo in the summer light, and was the colour of fresh straw from threshing.
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 No.15606

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.

 No.15609

Wow, thanks for putting it out.

 No.15615

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



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 No.15389[Reply]

A Pixiv artist named Maximignon and their fabulous Vore/Cann artwork recently caught my eye. The image below, in particular, caught my fancy and I've decided to use it as the basis for an interactive story, like the Vore House tales from DeviantArt!

Check out the attached artwork, read the intro and get ready for updates as characters are voted into the maws of the waiting critters!

VORE BEACH BIDDING PARTY

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INTRO

It was a gloriously sunny day at the beach. People, blankets and giant umbrellas were strewn across the beach and into the water.

"This way crew! Chad, Danielle and Sasha set up the stage and speakers last night so we're ready to roll!" Called out a buxom blonde babe in a blue bikini.

"Damn straight we did Jenny!" A burly brown-haired dude grinned.

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 No.15404

I tried to comment on your blog, but it didn't seem to show up. I'm not sure if it just got caught in a spam filter or something, but I'm posting my vote here as well just to be sure:

My vote is for Melanie. My bidder is an expy of Kaname Madoka (from Puella Magi Madoka Magica). Pink-haired Japanese girl with an incredibly sweet and caring personality, occupies the shy-and-cute end of the sexiness spectrum. She joins the volunteers after making her bid.

 No.15407

>>15404

Frustrating that your post was blocked. I've reviewed the settings and, aside from some sort of Blogspot error (irritatingly likely…) there's nothing that should stop posts.

If you've got a gmail account and log in with that, that should help. As long as you're ok with having your gmail tied to your post.

Otherwise, email me your post/feedback. In the meantime I'll get a few friends to test posting to see if I can figure out what's up.

Glad you're enjoying the story!

Cheers,
Bill

 No.15411

>>15404

Oh, also, no underage characters.

So we're clear.

I also won't add pregnant characters on account of personal preference.

A cute, pink-haired character in their 20s though? Super legit!

Cheers,
Bill

 No.15607

Bit of a slacker here - forgot to post Round 03 so I'm going to add 2 rounds to the mix right now.

ROUND_03

"Well, well folks - we've had two of our luscious volunteers get themselves fed to these hungry critters. Which one of our assembled lovelies do you think will be next to get devoured?!?" Jenny called out to the assembled crowd and was met with a raucous cheer.

"Will it be our resident ginger, Melanie?" Jenny indicated a busty redhead who snapped finger guns back at her and squeezed her boobs at the audience.

"Or, will you make the day for the amaaaazingly-chesty Danielle Dawson?" Jenny called out, indicating the huge-busted brunette beauty who strutted forward with her boobs thrust out.

"Come on people! Feed these giant titties to something!" Danielle called out, indicating her massive melons.

"Would you prefer the lovely Sasha?" Jenny asked, gesturing at a giggly pink-haired babe with tattoos down her arms, big pink-nippled breasts and a thick cock with a metal prince albert ring through the tip.

"This body's a cornucopia of taste sensations!" The pink-haired beauty grinned, flashing an astounding collection of pearly white teeth as she posed for the crowd.
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 No.15608

And, as promised, Round 4!

ROUND_04

"Yum, yum, yum and more yum!" Jenny called out to the growing audience. "It seems we're not just eager to please, we're also delicious!" She beamed, gesturing at the gaggle of gorgeous volunteers behind her on the stage.

"And eager to raise money for a good cause." Purred Naomi, the professional-looking futa babe with long brown hair, a full 12" cock and a great, round, set of tits riding high on her chest. "Like what you see? Want to watch it get slowly devoured and digested?" She cooed, entwining her hands into her lustrous hair and posing to present her firm breasts, toned body, and erect cock. "Come on then, bid high and vote for me. I'd love to put on a show for you…"

"You want a show? Turf that tame babe and serve up some hot sauce!" Barked the freckled redhead, Melanie, as she shoved her fists under her impressive breasts and bounced her ample assets atop her knuckles. "You got that, ripe titties and an ass that won't quit!" She crowed, spinning around to cock her hips and present her ass. Grinning over her shoulder she gave her pink butt a sexy wiggle and smacked it, hard enough to leave a hand-print. "Ooh! Yeah, that's delicious!" She laughed, jiggling her ripe rump before spinning back around and sticking her tongue out at the crowd. "Go on and vote for me you wimps!"

"You want a show?" Drawled the huge-busted Danielle Dawson, shoving her massive chest out and caressing the huge, thick-nippled, globes of her oversized breasts. "These are the headliners right here. Bid away and make a feast out of these babies. If you're the big bidder and vote for me I promise to go down any way you want me to…" With a wink she gyrated on the stage, teasing the audience as she groped and squeezed her gigantic breasts.

"Oooh, yes, I'd love to give you a show…" Breathed the femme dude Hythe as he minced up to the front of the stage and dropped to his spread knees, presenting his long, pale, cock and offering up the leash attached to his slave collar. "Make me yours?" He teased.

"Well, well folks - we've had two of our luscious volunteers get themselves fed to these hungry critters. Which one of our assembled lovelies do you think will be next to get devoured?!?" Jenny called out to the assembled crowd and was met with a raucous cheer.
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 No.15562[Reply]

Lt. Colonel Rosie Lucas shifted her head to look behind at the enemy chasing her. The RWR alarm warbled in her ear as the Osean fighter jet doggedly stuck to her tail.

She grit her teeth, sweat pricking her skin. This guy was persistent, and that was dangerous. The missile warning tone blared and Rosie's vision darkened as she juked left in a 9g turn. She could feel her F-16C shudder and creak under the stress of her maneuvers. But the enemy fighter wasn't shaken off. Rosie rolled her aircraft and went into an inverted dive through a swathe of cloud. She leveled off and swung her head back behind her.

For a moment, she felt relief. The OADF fighter jet was nowhere to be seen. That feeling was shattered when a burst of 20mm cannon fire ripped through her right wing and fuselage. The Osean screamed past as her Falcon twirled through the air, trailing smoke and fire. The warning light panel on her right side lit up like a Christmas tree. Fuel flow, oil pressure, engine fire, and complete loss of control over her right wing flaps and stabs. Rosie wrestled with the controls as her plane screamed down towards the bright green jungle forest. The altimeter quickly dwindled down to double, then single digits within the blink of an eye.

Rosie knew she was as good as dead. 37 years of memories flashed through her brain and she screamed an expletive as all 26,000lbs of fighter jet dug itself into the wet earth and exploded. A bright orange and black mushroom sprouted into the bright blue sky.

"Trigger splashed a bandit!"

 No.15570

"Bajonet! Bajonet, come in!"

…silence…

"Please!…"

Lt. Jessie "Pinky" Sanders sobbed and blinked through tears under her oxygen mask, as she looked over her shoulder and saw the mushroom cloud.

She also saw the twin smoke trail of a OADF F15C Eagle, climbing with full afterburner back up through the thin cloud layer above.

And there was no parachute.

No breach of radio discipline would bring her wing leader back to life.

Which meant, she was alone. Alone, in a damaged F16, trying to limp the long way home, while her superior had sacrificed herself engaging the enemy to let her escape…
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 No.15588

>>15570
That was so close to necrophilia… damn! :D still i bet those who like air combat deaths will like those stories a lot. They are well made. I just wish there was some combat deaths with necrophilia after. Kill your enemy and after that play with/ humilate/ fuck her corpse! :D <3

 No.15597

>>15588
Ehm… Aircombat + Necrophilia?

Unless you like your steak "well done" I'm not exactly sure how that's supposed to work.

Usually after these fighters crash the report reads somewhat like:

"We were able to identify the body of the pilot, Lt. Colonel Rosie Lucas, after conducting DNA analysis of her left thumb. This was the largest identifiable body part found in the vicinity of the wreckage."



No mind you, there are still some things you can do with a thumb, especially if you're female, but I'm not sure that's what you had in mind.

What would you wanna do? Have them eject, then strafe them with guns while they're on the 'chute?

Even then, 20mm of depleted uranium has a certain tendency to leave a mess (aside from being quite toxic)

 No.15602

>>15597
>>15588
Yeah, the only way you'll get some air combat necrophilia is if the pilot ejects over enemy territory and gets acquainted with the unfriendly locals.
That, or you go back in time and have some WW1/WW2 era dogfighting.

 No.15603

>>15602
This is more or less what I was thinking.
>>15597
Those are your stories and i just sugested it. :)

As for how- you got other planes not just jets but even in those pilot can escape his broken bird, land in enemy teritory get shot even when descending on a parachute or crash down with a broken one and be found dead hanging from a tree by a bored horny soldier on a patrol… who decide that a hot big boobed girl hanging from a tree is better then any hole he can get back in base camp.

There are many things you can do. A pilot eject and xxx happens.

You also got copters those crash leave corpses mostly in one piece and a few to chose from (if a little burned up if there was a fire ). XD



 No.15595[Reply]

Okay, I'm not too sure about this,it may be a bit too light for this place. I may continue it, dunno.

Riff's head stirred as he recovered slowly from unconsciousness. Mouth dry as sandpaper, blurred vision, feeble limbs, the works. He was lying on his back, apparently on a bed or at least a mattress, attempting to get up proved futile, all four of his limbs were tied down to the bed's corners. Trying to keep his cool he tried taking a look around the room. Despite being completely naked, he still had his sunglasses on, thankfully. Although the room he was in was almost completely devoid of sunlight, it had only a tiny barred window on the far right corner. The only things he could make out with his fuzzy eyesight was some kind of table next to the bed and a door to the far left. As if on cue, the door opened shedding a little more light to the room momentarily, before the female figure that stepped in closed the door again behind her. The sound of bare feet taking steps on tiled floor drew closer. He might as well call out to whoever it was, but the only sound he managed to make was a pathetic, awkward croak.

Ah, you're awake Riph. Great, I'm here phor you.

Riff's blood froze. He would recognize that voice unmistakably no matter how bad shape his head was in.

Sasha? No. Her name is Kusari. How? Why?

He turned his head towards the woman in an attempt to confirm it. She had her back turned and was leaving some stuff on the table, but he made out the short blonde haircut. She turned around and walked to the bed with something in her hand. She didn't appear to be wearing anything more than a tank top and panties.

No worries honey. I'll take care oph you.

Why is she speaking with a lisp?
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 No.11176[Reply][Last 50 Posts]

Okay, so from time to time somebody would create a thread looking for an old story, asking to repost it. Sometimes here on /lit/, sometimes in /req/ which seems more right according to the rules, but I bet threads in /lit/ have more chances, I think I've even seen one or two in /dis/. So it ends up:
- All over the place and sinks quick.
- Each request takes a whole separate thread.
- When a story is reposted in a separate thread, it takes up one more thread.
- When a story is reposted in the same thread it was asked for, while it saves a thread, is makes it harder to notice judge it from the title which would still be saying 'looking for a story' instead of having its title and tags for it.

So, what I suggest is let's have a dedicated thread (this one) for repost requests like we have for ideas. It will:
- Keep it all in one place and it will preserve better, meaning someone with that story saved on their hard drive will be able to notice your request even after, say, half a year, and can still repost this story, and you won't need to ask for it again once in a while in case they haven't noticed it before it sunk.
- Take only one thread for all requests.
- When reposting a story, please repost it in a separate thread with proper title and tags, then give a link in this thread to the new thread.
- If a story is hosted elsewhere, you can also reply to this thread with a link to it.

Okay, so I'll start. There was a short story I've read here on gurochan some years back, I don't remember the title or the author, but it was about a brother and his older sister. They were going to enter some room where the sister said a bunch of man waited for them and the boy asked excitedly if the men would kill them, and IIRC the sister said "i dunno" and the boy said "would be nice if they did". Then they entered the room and the men started fucking them hard to their pleasure and in the end tore their heads off (maybe their limbs too?) and the heads were flying all over the room and they were totally happy.
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 No.15586

>>15540
Yes I have. I literally try to save any guro/snuff story/content on net when I lurk. Therefore I have around 5000 stories sorted by sites and authors and around 20000 unsorted. I think 90% of them are consensual (I do not lurk noncons). Maybe I upload a temp archive on mega.

 No.15587

>>15586

Please do.

 No.15590

>>15586

You know if you have any of the early Potter stuff that has vanished over the years?

 No.15591

>>15590
Andrea Potter or Harry Potter?
You can find the former's work on WWOEC using Wayback.

 No.15594

>>15591

Hea, I meant Harry Potter stuff, I vaguely remember reading some stuff years ago that isn't on the list in the Harry Potter thread, on aryon, or hentai foundry and was curious if he had any of that.



 No.11105[Reply]

Over in /req/, there was a request for me to repost these stories of mine. So, here they are.

Gonna have to do a coupe posts worth, as there's 28 pages in my document.




“Hello! And welcome everyone to the Sailor Scouts Snuff Show! In every episode, we look at a request by you, our audience, and if we decide to go for it, well, you'll still have to pay!” The voice of Sailor Moon came over the moving sign advertising their services.

On the program, the five scouts stood relaxed in a line. “Thank you to our previous donor,” Moon said, bowing low and letting her hair fall past her head to the floor. “Your kindness was most appreciated.”

“And,” Mars said from beside the blonde. “You're welcome to do that to me again! I may have to try to talk Moon into giving you a discount!” She licked her lips, and ignored the roll of the eyes from her leader.

From left to right, the five were lined up in order of the position of their name sakes astronomically. Mercury, Venus, Moon, Mars, Jupiter. The five Sailor Snuff Scouts! In a row, their white leotards were adorned with the bow ties and frilly skirts of their uniforms. Blue, yellow, gold, red and green.

“Well, now it's time for our next request,” Moon announced with a flourish. “I have it right here!” She pulled open the front of her uniform and reached down into it before pulling out a small slip of paper. “Here we go!”

She flipped it open and read it over quickly. “Patron 'H' writes: Mercury! As I have a party I must organize, where nothing but the best will suffice! Therefore, I invite you to attend as a beautiful ice sculpture!”

Mercury reached over and plucked the letter from Moon's hands. “Let me see here,” she said as she read it over professionally. “This seems simple enough. Patron 'H' desires that I pose as a nude for the banquet hall for the night.” She passed it back. “I agree.”

Moon smiled widely. “Very well then! Let's see here, that's one of us, nudity, transformation, no sex, no direct snuffing... But we are loosing out on the secondary benefits of selling videos... Hrm, here's the price!” She swept her hands across the bottom of the screen, where post-production would add in the final value. “Now remember, payment is due within 48 hours, or we move on to the next client!”

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 No.13831

bump

 No.14474

Bump

 No.14655

Any more of this coming?

 No.14841

Bump to save from faggot spammer

 No.15593




 No.13170[Reply]

Hi there, Literature! Recently I wrote this snuff story for FurAffinity and Inkbunny, but something compelled me to share it here as well. This will mark my first ever post on gurochan, so hopefully things go well.

This story contains furry characters (Namely a Gengar, Eeevee, Cinccino, and Umbreon, all characters from the pokemon franchise), with a main focus on mind-breaking and sluttification. This story also contains snuff, urination on death, a bit of necrophilia, neck snapping, aspyxiation, a bit of cum inflation, and some ahegao.

Pokemon are owned by Game Freak and Nintendo.

Vee the Eevee and the Gengar named Master were named by me.

With tags out of the way, here you go. Enjoy!




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The world of Pokemon is vast and ever-growing. Every day, a new pokemon is being discovered or documented. Every day new pokemon trainers leave their hometowns on a search to be the very best, like no one ever was.

But what they don't tell you is the darker side of the story.

Pokemon battles are usually a grand spectacle. Trainers and their Pokemon, and sometimes even those found in the wild calling out moves and screaming with the passion of battle, putting their all into the satisfaction of victory and the hopes of getting stronger. But what if I told you not all pokemon battles need to be fought the way you think they do? What if you could fight a Pokemon battle from miles away, from the comfort of your own home… or someone else’s?

Nothing lasts forever. Even pokemon who have been raised from eggs, by loving, caring trainers aren’t safe. Such was the case for Vee. She was a cute little Eevee, dressed in a neat little ribbon between the ears. She was named for her first word, an adorable little “Vee!” in acknowledgement of her trainer, who she thought she was. Her trainer was a cute little six-year-old girl in desperate want for a pet pokemon for companionship, a lonely girl with few friends and no pokemon. Her name was Miki.

Miki and Vee went everywhere together. They rolled around in the grass together, they took naps together, they grew up in their own little worlds while the other humans and their pokemon did serious things like… training or battles. Some of the kids at school would taunt Miki, calling her “free experience” or “de-vee-ted”, along with the typical ‘loser’ and stuff. Stupid stuff that she paid no mind to. She wouldn’t tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.13613

vees death was super hot

 No.15561

God, this is hot as hell! I wish there was more like this out there~



 No.10155[Reply]

The Last Field Trip



Chapter One, Intro and First Exhibit (Non-Con, Watersports, Young)



I was laying in my bed on a Saturday morning when I was roused from my sleep by the sound of my phone ringing. Grunting, I held up one arm to shield my unadjusted eyes from the sun's ray's bleeding through my blinds while my other arm reached for my phone, to determine the identity of whoever it is that has deigned to interrupt my rest. It was Nick, My own Brother, Nick, who had committed this grievous sin of waking at this ungodly hour of 11:42.

“What do you want Nick?” I grumbled upon answering the phone.

“Oops, did I wake you? Must have figured the time zone wrong, thought it was almost noon for you.” He replied, sounding to me more that a little sarcastic.

“Shut up,” I said. “Now you gonna get to the point or should I just hang up?”

“Alright alright” He said. “You know how I was asking you for advice on engagement rings a couple weeks back?”

“Yeah...” I replied cautiously.

“Well last week I proposed to Stacy, and she said yes.”

“Oh my God! Congratulations!”

“Yeah, thanks, anyway, she's been jumping right into brainstorming wedding plans, and she had an idea that I liked.”

“Well? Out with it already.”

“We were thinking that you and her sister would make a good centerpiece for the recital dinner, and were wondering if you were down for that.”

Feeling myself quickly become aroused at the thought I said “Ohh, that does sound hot, but I dunno, any thoughts on how you'd cook us?”

“Nothing's set in stone yet, but one idea we had was to spit roast you both on the same spit, facing each other with your mouths pressed together. Kind of a parody of the whole 'Together til death do you part' thing.”

“Oh man” I said, my free hand having wandered south and was now rubbing my pussy over my panties. “That sounds really hot, you've convinced me, I'll do it.”

“Great! I'll tell Stacy. Thanks for doing this she'll love it.”

“Glad I can be of help to you both on your special day, congratulations again.”

“Thanks, well I should get back to it, you should probably get out of bed and enjoy your Saturday, you're not gonna get too many more of those,” He joked.

“Idiot,” I said halfheartedly, before ending the call.

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 No.14919

Hanging next, please!! :D

 No.14920

yes please hanging next

 No.15083

I can't wait for the next part!

 No.15484

=Chapter 4, Putting Down Lassie (Cons, Shooting)=

Lassie stood there, her face flushed and her bruised breasts swaying as she wavered, her eyes flitting to and away from meeting mine, as she gathered her courage to speak. After a moment she stilled, having presumably found her words, and she looked up at me.

"I've been a bad dog, trying to run away and betraying my master. I think you should put me down like the bitch that I am, I think you should 'Old Yeller' me, take me out back and put a bullet in brain. I guess I could see you thinking I just want to get done in quick and painlessly, but I really think this is all that I deserve." she said, gaze unwavering from mine, her voice nervous, but emphatic.

In my mind's eye I saw Lassie looking up at me with a smile on her face as I pressed a pistol to her forehead and I felt a spike of arousal well in my abdomen. I liked her idea very much indeed, treating her as the "bitch she is" right up until the very end.

"I think I can work with that." I told Lassie, smiling at her and affectionately ruffling her hair.

With a few words to rouse my class I began to lead my merry band in the direction I believed the firing range to be. I opted to leave my blazer where it lay, proudly marching forward in just my blood-soaked lingerie.

Walking along I spotted a sign on the wall proclaiming "Prohibitively loud exhibits can be found outside.". Near was a glass door that led to an outdoor pavilion. A map next to the door confirmed that the firing range was one such exhibit. After holding the door open and ushering my class through, I resumed my quest for the firing range. The outside portion of the Hall of Executions was laid out much the same as the inside part, exhibits lining each side of a long path. Following this we quickly found the firing range, a long open stretch of dirt with a large mound at the far end of it. There were a few benches where one could shoot from a seated position. There was a door leading back into a room inside with a sign over it labeling it "Armory". The was a sign posted near the door and as soon as I had my class settled I began to read aloud from it.

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 No.15551[Reply]

Mara Vostok awoke from cryosleep to the klaxon of the ship's alarm.

Red warning lights oscillated in the darkness of the chamber, bathing her pod in a crimson at an interval of every two seconds. She took a frosty breath, willed her fingers to life as the circulation slowly returned to her extremities. She hated the helplessness more than the chill, her body playing catch-up with her mind. One would think a space-faring civilization could design cryosleep that didn't debilitate the sleeper on awakening but the people she worked for weren't all that concerned with comfort.

Mara flexed her fingers. There was a slight tingle in the tips, inching up past her knuckles. She managed to form a trembling fist with her left hand and focused her attention on her arms, envisioned each individual cord of muscle warming up and moving until she could tense them, flexed them and finally move them as she desired. It was a slow process, one she hated repeating, which informed her preference for staying in the pod for as long as possible.

She stared at her reflection in the glass while she worked, tracing the outline of her blue lips, her skin paler than a Siberian winter. The red in her curls seemed more like gray in the wan interior lighting of her pod. She looked to herself like a corpse, the illusion disrupted only by her blinking and the ponderous rise of her chest. Her reflection, moments later, was replaced by the frantic face of an Asian woman, slanted eyes wide with panic as she slammed into the pod.

"Mara!" came the woman's muffled voice. "Wake up! We're being boarded!"

Mara reeled from a vertigo of worry. Who would want to board a science vessel so far out of civilized space? She felt moisture form on her palms, evaporate and freeze against her skin. She tried to form words with her lips but her jaw was as rigid as the rest of her body.

"Hold on," the woman said. "I'm hitting the override."

Mara watched the woman's head disappear around the side of the pod. Yuki Nakamura was her bunkmate and friend, one of only a handful of security personnel stationed on the vessel. The ex-soldier was older than her by a few months but from the same colony world and continent, the only person on the ship she trusted besides the cook. If Yuki was worried, the situation must have been dire indeed.
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 No.15552

Nice, I like a good combat gore story.



 No.15433[Reply]

Hi. GuroChan is back (hooray!) and I’ll celebrate with a story that I plan on turning into a series. I was writing under the name Loke on the old chan, I wrote a few stories that are still on here I think.

The concept is simple; Jim operates a Snuff Truck, a mobile processing centre in an alternative reality of some sort where overpopulation is the biggest issue around and people usually die consensually or semi-consensually. The truck is kind of like a mobile home, driver seat and mini-office in the front, execution room in the back.

This is the first story. Feel free to suggest characters, scenarios and alternative execution methods. I have som rules though, to make sure writing is fun for me too. They are quite simple: No scat (mild peeing is totally ok though”, no toddlers, no male on male, no real people and no characters from anime or TV etc. The more information the better. Don’t hesitate to suggest things though, the worst that could happen is that I just don’t use it. Also, constructive feedback in general is greatly appreciated.

PS: My favourite subjects are tween and teen girls, 12-15.

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Chapter 1 (f-solo, M-solo, f-snuff)

Jim looked at the black and white clock on the wall of his truck. Eager to get home he hoped no more visitors would come, but his hope shattered immediately when he heard knocking on the door. He opened, and greeted the two people standing outside. He recognized one of them, a stunning blonde English teacher named Amanda, coming to his truck for the third time that day. She was there to escort the one of them that wouldn’t leave that truck alive.

“Hi there!” Amanda said. “I’ve got one more for you today, this little rascal just got caught cheating on her exam. Enjoy!” she said with a wink as she turned around and walked back to the school.”
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 No.15444

>>15433
a girl named Sandy(26),she caters to inflation fetishish by webcamming herself inflating with a bicycle pump.
She give herself air enemas to inflate her belly.She finds out she has an incurable sickness that gives her only half a year to live.Seeing that she is going to die soon she cams herself in Jim's Snuff Truck,wanting to go out with bang as her magnum opus.

 No.15542

Hope you continue writing chapters! If you are still looking for suggestions how about one where a pair of girls come to the truck looking to be processed as fathers day gifts?

 No.15548

>>15443
>>15437
>>15434

Totally agree!! Loved this little story, even though I had to pretend the girl was older. 8th grade is way too young for me. but casual and consensual and pleasurable snuff all the way!

 No.15549

What about 2 sadistic girls that bet each other that can survive getting shot with more bullets than the other. They take turns shooting themselves, trying to aim for non-vital spots (maybe the rules are it has to be somewhere in the torso though)

 No.15550

What about 2 sadistic girls that bet each other that can survive getting shot with more bullets than the other. They take turns shooting themselves, trying to aim for non-vital spots (maybe the rules are it has to be somewhere in the torso though)



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