She was beautiful, sleeping on the table as I slid her clothes away and tossed them to fire. She wouldn't need them. I noticed she momentarily opened her eyes so I quickly taped her arms together, starting just above her elbows, all the way to her fingers, which I taped together before I taped thick winter mittens and then socks over her hands and feet. Next were her legs, and I grabbed a second fresh roll because I used so much on her arms, and likewise, I cacooned her from above her knees to her mitten smothered feet, which were soft and small.
Like a rainbow silver and pale white, the petite 18 year baby sitter was under 5 feet from sole to scalp, and very thin, with not even A cups but amazingly, a perfectly curvy ass that normally stuck out in a manner that mortified her, currently smooshed on the table beneath her.

I saw her open eyes as I taped her mourh shut. She stared at me blankly.

Steven's too old to have a babysitter. His parents got him one anyway, despite his brother, my friend, insisting he and I could. Truly I didn't want to be his babysitter, I wanted him not to have one.
Steven was his with his brother. His babysitter was in my basement.

I pretty muched wrecked all the tech that could endanger me and made it look like some SJWs did it, was quite fun. Then I waited in Steven's house while he was at the park with his brother, who really didn't kbow my plan. Dragging her nextdoor and tossing her in an open window on the ground was easy. It was dark isolated.
But now she was waking up.

She blinked.
She looked around and her face showed simultaneously more fear and realization as she calculated her situation, before snapping her head steady to stare at me, wide eyed and almost unblinking.
I taped over her eyes. Her screams were muffled but I added so much more tape anyway.

She wasn't tense. She couldn't be. She couldn't move yet at all, she was simply awake and aware. She could feel pain. Just not move. He didn't have any painkillers for her. Poor girl. I didn't want her to be in pain. Well I enjoyed it physically but if it wasn't needed to make the world a better place, I wouldn't. If I could make it easier for her, I would.

I lifted her feet into the air and had a field day spanking her she sprayed piss everywhere and I didn't slow down at all, even once she wasn't paralyzed. Her butt was just perfect. She wiggled off the table and I held her legs dowPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hannah goes to the Zoo

The world was changing. Had changed already, in fact. Hannah wasn't sure exactly when it had happened, but remembered with crystal clarity the first time the changes became obvious enough for her to notice. The first time was the day she saw a woman eaten by a frog.

She was at the zoo, casually wandering around the exhibits and admiring all the different animals. Many no longer existed in the wild, some had been extinct until revived by recent scientific advancements, and a few had never existed before the present at all. It was one of these last that caught her attention on that day. It was a frog. A frog the size of a great dane.

The frog and a couple of young zookeepers were at the center of an amphitheater-like enclosure, with a modest crowd observing from the terraced seats. It was, she learned from the poster on the wall, the frog's scheduled live feeding day. Hannah joined the other zoo patrons in the audience who had gathered to watch the feeding.

The larger of the two zookeepers, a man, introduced himself and the frog, Jimmy, to the audience. He also introduced his female co-worker to the audience, but did so almost as a afterthought, as though her name was really worth mention. He then told the audience a condensed version of Jimmy's life history, starting with his creation, one of many, at a laboratory. The zookeeper then detailed his short life as a slightly larger than usual polliwog, his gradual transformation into adult amphibian, and his rapid and seemingly ceaseless growth in size. The zoo had acquired Jimmy just after his physically maturity and had been feeding him live meals of ever increasing size since then.

The zookeeper explained that at first feeder mice were enough of a meal to satisfy the frog. Jimmy grew quickly however, and soon was downing rats by the dozen. He started eating small piglets after that, and then moved on to juvenile pigs. At his current size of better than one hundred fifty pounds he was theoretically able to consume a pig nearly as large as he was. This was proving to be an increasingly dangerous proposition however, as adult pigs are extremely powerful animals. The zoo was becoming steadily more concerned that one of his next meals might cause serious injury or worse to Jimmy, which, the zookeeper explained, was the reason for the substitution of that day's schedulePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This story goes along with "Hannah goes to the Zoo". It is sort of a sequel, but stands on its own. The events in this story take place more or less concurrently with the events in Hannah's story. I had written the two with the intention of Hannah's story being read first, but it probably makes little difference in the end.

Here is a link to "Hannah goes to the Zoo", for your convenience.
https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/7498.html

Zookeepers

1 - The Meeting

Trina, Rebbecca, and Ted were all in a meeting with the head managers of the zoo. The live feedings that took place in the reptile and amphibian department were usually very popular with the public, and drew in additional visitors on the days they were scheduled. The problem was that the large animals the public liked to watch eat required equally large prey to feed on. During the yesterday's feeding, Jimmy, the zoo's media darling and very expensive giant frog, had very nearly been seriously injured by the pig he was supposed to eat. So, management had called the people who worked in the reptile and amphibian department, all three of them, in to this meeting to try and brainstorm up some solutions.

Ted was the supervisor of the reptile and amphibian department. Both Susan and Rebbecca worked under him. The other people at the meeting were Angela, who was the zoo's head manager, Robert, the zoo's accountant, Felicity, the zoo's PR and advertising manager, and Namela, the zoo's HR manager. Robert had suggested, with an accountant's eye towards economy, that simply feeding several smaller feeder animals to the large predators, instead of one larger feeder animal, might solve the problem. Felicity had rebutted that most of the people who went to watch the live feedings, in any department of the zoo, did so because they wanted to witness the struggle of predator versus prey. Large predators mowing down smaller feeder animals like popcorn would, she insisted, hardly hold the public's interest for very long. Ted chimed in, agreeing with and supporting Felicity's sentiments. The meeting then ground to a halt, as no one else seemed to have any ideas about how to solve the problem.

After a few minutes of scratching of heads and staring at hands, Angela inquired as to whether or not there wasn't some animal they could acquire that was laPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Kasaal’s squad laid in wait for the signal to start the assault on the Miqo’te tribe.

“Everyone.” Kasaal hissed out and her five warriors closed on her. “when we start, fan out and find me the nursery. I have a shop coin for the one who finds it.” The response was as anticipated with mutters of excitement and agreement surrounded her. The shop coin allowed for anyone to purchase one item from their tribe’s shop, regardless of size or value. Only the tribe’s head warriors were allowed to distribute them, and they were a highly valued prize among the upcoming elite.

The cry from Veril went off, and the cry from Scalar filled the night. Kasaal quickly rose and let loose a bellowing response call. Simultaneously her warriors stood with fire spears ablaze and let a volley loose into the Miqo’te tribe’s village, two other volleys coming from Scalar and Veril’s direction scattered deadly fire across the target buildings as well.

Without any more encouragement, all six of the lizard folk tore through the tall grass at a blinding speed and spread out. The cries of the female Miqo’te filled the night as the lizard folk collided with their warriors and civilians.

Kasaal, leapt into the air in front of a building as she saw movement at the doorway. Her timing was pinpoint as a Miqo’te, couldn’t of been more than fifteen years old, emerged from the doorway with long beautiful blonde hair, lusciously full D breasts, and a petite figure. She was checking left and right to see if the area was clear, but Kasaal was already on top of her.

The young Miqo’te cried out as Kasaal’s feet landed on her collarbone, and Kasaal felt a familiar crunch as her weight broken into the girl’s skeleton. The body collapsed under her weight and Kasaal found herself sitting on the Miqo’te’s soft breasts as she hit the ground, but time was not on her side. Without loosing a moment, Kasaal shifted her weight off of the Mqio’te, grabbing the girl by the arm, and she lifted her up effortlessly towards the doorway.

Two younger girls with bows were already taking aim at Kasaal, and fired two arrows. The volley, instead of hitting Kasaal pierced into their friend’s breast and stomach. Kasaal’s meat shield screamed out and the two girls almost dropped their bows in horror. With a smile, Kasaal put her weight into her forward movement, and flung her injured protector into the building amid screams of panic. Five screams of panic? Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Disclaimer: I don't endorse shark fin soup. That stuff is full of mercury and will fuck up your nervous system. Oh yeah, I don't endorse violence or crude objectification of women either.

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The boys called me up on deck to see what they had caught. It was a dolphin mermaid, all tangled up in the trawl nets. This was the first live one I had ever seen, and it looked like it had been through the wringer.

Dolphin mermaids resemble the fantasy mermaid. They look like humans merged with dolphins, covered with mottled dark grey skin, fins on their arms and backs, and more compact chests. This one's ghostly white hair had once been carefully braided with kelp. Now, it was a mess, unkempt with long neglect and clumped to its scalp with mud kicked up by the trawling. A plastic six pack ring was locked tightly around its throat. Pale raw marks on the skin indicated the strangling collar had decorated its host for many months, and the rings were misshapen where the mermaid had tried futilely to break them. Long white scars crisscrossed the dark skin on its back from past collisions with boats. Its flukes were in shreds, and a generous chunk of the left had been cleanly sliced off by a propeller.

The mermaid on the deck didn't seem to care what was happening to it. It rolled belly up, its pale creamy underside facing the sun, panting rapidly on top of a pile of dead fish. Its arms were twisted around its body, held in place by the tightly tangled netting. Disturbingly, the mermaid continued to wrap itself tighter with a manic smile plastered on its face, clearly drawing perverse pleasure from the feeling of net threads cutting into its flesh.

In the past, mermaid meat had been a delicacy, but now it was living garbage, chock full of bioaccumulated mercury, pesticides, lead, and whatnot. Immersed in toxic water from birth, eating diets of fish full of plastic steeped in unknown chemicals, the effects on their nervous systems were disastrous.

As soon as they reached puberty they often went crazy as their bodies lost the ability to handle the chemical cocktails festering in their blubber. Rejected by their clan pods and forced to fend for themselves, these exiles were chased into human waters, outside the protection of international mermaid treaties. Lonely, confused, victims of incomprehensible impulses, they usually ended up as beached corpses or shark food.

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Just doing something inspired by a picture I saw. I hope I captured what I was imagining.

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The worst part wasn't the drool covering her breasts, or the tears and snot dribbling in through the holes in her ball gag.

It wasn't the fact that the hogtie she was in bent her body so much that her heels banged her shoulders whenever the vibrators on her soles tickled too much.

It certainly wasn't that she'd come so much from the ceaseless sensation of the other vibrating eggs dancing merrily against her nipples and clit that she'd crossed over, through the agony of overstimulation, back into submissive exhilaration from the pain.

Or that the dusty wooden edge of a broom head ground deep into her gaping pussy, wedging in place a final vibrating egg directly against her g-spot.

And actually, the fact she was jammed so tightly into the broom closet that she couldn't even turn her head might have saved her from hurting herself in the throes of the more intense orgasms, though her neck ached.

It wasn't even that bad that they'd covered her in a thick tarp, so that her world was a humid, suffocating darkness full of the smell of her copious sweat.

And in a way she could be thankful that she wore no clothes, only thick layers of duct tape holding her rigid. The adhesive directly contacting her skin had long since melted from her bodily fluids, but the rest of it barely even stretched in response to her struggles, keeping her trapped in a sticky, wet inferno.

No need for a blindfold when she had to squeeze her eyes shut to protect them from her long bangs plastered to her skin.

Ughhh...she was so thirsty after cumming so much, and there was even a convenient hamster water bottle connected to her gag, but she didn't dare take a sip.

A cluster of beads was jammed up her urethra and probably up into her bladder, preventing her from wetting herself. She already felt a small need building up, and didn't want to drink more water that she wouldn't be able to piss out later.

Not that she expected to empty her bladder ever again. Her bound body lay atop a hardening concrete block, in which were setting loops of heavy chains, connected to the ones wrapping her body.

That's why they'd left her there on Thursday night, in a place no one would check far from home, and promised they'd come back after the weekend.

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NEW YORK PARTY GIRL
by Regis



I’ve got no idea how I got myself into what turned out to be this crazy, extraordinary, exciting lifestyle, but hey, I’ve got to tell you things weren’t always like this for me. The truth is, I’m quite a good girl, really. Everybody tells me that. I’m not a call girl, a prostitute or anything, like its important you know that the truth is I only fuck friends.

Also, I only get my rocks off at parties, where everyone’s doing it, and everyone sees everything you do, like nothing ever happens in private, in a dark hotel room, you know, the way prostitutes do it. Like if you’re fucking or even just being fucked at a great party, and everyone there is into it, then its just a lot of fun, there’s nothing unusual or dirty or anything like that about it.

I expect becoming a party girl, for me, had something to do with how much fun I had as a college cheerleader riding some amazing football player studs’ big stiff cocks after the game in the shower room, with everybody there, and a couple of other open-minded cheerleaders too, giving the boys a chance to exercise their big dicks.

I think it also had something to do with the constant high, even hypersensitiveness of my clit, and the way all the guys loved to plunge their raging erections into me. I loved to party with sexy guys so much that everybody said I was just like some kind of cock-magnate.

I was always getting drilled front and back, sometimes both at the same time, or someone would drive his big dick down my throat, and I loved it. If you want to have a strange thrill you want to let a guy stick his dick right down your throat and then taking a long piss straight into your stomach.

Like you don’t taste it or anything, you just feel the warm piss streaming down your gullet and splashing inside your stomach. Only you and the guy know he’s done it, and he doesn’t have to leave the action to go to the bathroom, he just relieves himself inside you in private yet we’re both still in full view. Is that cool or what?

Like if they stay in too long, and start to choke me, which some of the guys like to do, then when they finally pull out I have to puke, and up comes their piss, so then I tasted it, but I think that’s just part of the risk of having that kind of a good time, don’t you think?

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This story's just for you Gurochan. I have some time at nights now to write. I hope you enjoy.

While you have the right and freedom to read this regardless of who you are:

This story isn't meant for anyone who can't separate fantasy from reality.
You should not use lust, rank, power, or order as an excuse to hurt others,
you also should not see malice directed at you or anyone you know, or any
hypothetical persons. This work of fiction is not intended to cause harm.

This is especially not meant for those who do not want to see it. These first chapters are fairly tame,
but there is still violence against young girls ahead. Horrors may happen as the story continues.

In any case: You're welcome to comment here or email in with compliments, critiques or complaints. guiltstar@gmail.com

XXX LAIR

-LAIR-

Laid deep into ancient stones,
The dragon king made home of homes
For scaled and clawed collecting kinds.
The humans saw there, simple mines.

CH 1: The plan

Nickelflight's people make their homes aside the cave mouth, their little wooden hive of treacherous plank bridges and shivering wood cabins shakes in wind gusts. In the sun it looks like a blueprint of itself, scrawled out along the mountain side, flat as a scroll lifted to candle light. King-less soldiers rattle back and forth in rust bucket armor. Store clerks sell rations at the cost of 5 star meals. A rape on Drake lane can be looked down on from Main Street above it. All this in the name of the one god here. She glimmers in the sunlight and jingles in a pocket, she makes a woman do wonders out of sight, or a man for enough. She feeds, clothes, and bathes, and she never enters a beggars can. She's collected, traded, and honored, all by one profession. Her alter is a hole digging into the cliff face, a mossy abyss of unknown depth. It might be entered to find that bright goddess, riches, or else be swallowed.

Waterfalls pour from many craggy holes in the cave ceiling from which also light pours through. Grass pokes up through a clear pool of water and moss grows spongey and moist in chilly, damp air. Rubber sneaker soles splash into the inch deep flood and echo out along the ceiling, many stories above. A youthful trio walks in line, each clad in leather bracers and greaves. The front most sports caramel skin and plush pinkish lips that match short, fiery hair.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Mqio’te Massacre - PART 1
(Genital Mutilation, Snuff, Guro, Cannibalism, FFff 16/13/10/7)

The world of Final Fantasy 14 is owned by Squre Enix. I own no rights to the places and races mentioned in the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and fantasy, with absolutely no basis in reality. I do not condone any of the actions or viewpoints presented in this story. Please treat all women with the respect they deserve, they are our mothers, daughters, sisters, nieces, friends and peers.



In the land of Eorzea live many races of people. The high technologically advanced Garlean Empire, the magic and technology allied nations of Gridania, Limsa Lominsa and Ul’dah, and finally - at the bottom rung - the beastmen tribes. Beastmen was a very broad categorization of species ranging from spry prankster pixies, to fuzzy mischievous moogles, to the war-like tribes of the Amalj’aa lizard folk and Xali bird men, and many other types.

Although bestmen outnumber both the allied nations and the empires, their sole reliance magic in its purest form left them at a disadvantage from the more technologically savvy nations. The clear divide has led to numerous conflicts and underlying resentment. But technology seems to always win. Well, almost always.

In the far reaches of Southern Thanalan some tribes of both allied nations people, and bestmen tribe lived in a more even grounded state of being. The bestmen being a bit more technologically advanced than most, and the nations people being a little bit more tribal - both meeting somewhere in the middle. It is a constant balance of tribal life, and technologically advanced warfare.

A particular tribe of Almalj’aa lizard folk held a very interesting custom. They, for an annual ritual, fed on the most peculiar of cuisine. For within five yalms (miles) of them were five tribe of Miqo’te - or cat people, which are usually an allied nations people. But these feline people never moved north to join their brethren in Ul’dah or Little Ala Mihgo. These people live further south, past the desert.

The Miqo’te are a special type of people whose tribes consist almost entirely of females, with only a lead male for breeding and his princes who usually spread out to make more tribes elsewhere. The females hunt, trade, socialize, and make up almost the entirety of the Miqo’te culture. Miqo’te are almost completely human like in appearance except for cat earPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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