Necro-Pedo Feet, a vignette (Mgg, necro,snuff, pedo, foot fetish) by Basher (aka Looper) from asstr archives

(note: it goes without saying the author does not condone or endorse any of the contents of this story. It is a fantasy and nothing more)

Late morning. I yawned and stretched out on the mattress and lit a cigarette. Above me, in the middle of the room the naked eight-year old girl's body hung suspended from a chord at the neck. Her face was purple and fixed in a bloated, contorted look which was rather vulgar. Still, her body was beautiful. Porcelain- white and of lovely, skinny proportions: flat, white chest with all her ribs exposed, a slight pot-belly with the smooth, puffy opening of her little cunt beneath.

As she slowly, stiffly revolved I could see her meaty, pink bottom, which looked surprisingly ripe, given her pre-teen hips. Her skinny legs tapered down to her pretty little feet. Taking a wooden stool, I could sit beneath her and caress her soft, curvy soles and flex her cute little toes as I sucked and licked them. I ran my tongue over her smooth heels and rubbery, slightly wrinkled soles. Then as I hardened I locked her arches around my cock and by grabbing her ankles I made her floppy dead feet stimulate me until I came over them. I wiped my muck off and delicately painted her baby girl toenails in glittery pink varnish.

"Hope you hang around a while longer, baby," I smiled as I blew on her toes. "Meanwhile I'm going to play with your little friend."

The other girl I had abducted last night was still hogtied in the cellar. She had worn herself out struggling and had obviously tumbled into a fitful slumber from which I now roused her.

"Good morning little chicken," I grinned, licking my lips. The little girl moaned through her gag, and looked around confused. She began to wriggle again. Nothing sexier than watching her struggle.

My cock was already beginning to harden again, "Your little friend and I were playing some fun games together last night- sorry if I neglected you. Mmmm... now you have my full attention."

I squatted down next to her, "My aren't you a yummy little poppet." She was still dressed in her little t-shirt and shorts and plimsolls. I took her shoes and socks off...

It all began when I was a little boy. There was an accident at the end of our street. Mister Pearson at number thirtPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Mall Chop


Chloe Martin liked to believe she was a good girl. 18 years old in fresh out of high school not a day of detention in her life. Copper hair worn in a bob. Just your typical good girl.

So why was she facing the Mall guillotine?

Let's go back 20 minutes, to when Chloe and her brother Simon first entered the mall that day day. She saw her brother take off into the crowd the moment they got through the door.

She turned to her friend Vanessa and said "Well he'll be 40 minutes and we can't go back home until he's done trying to pick up chicks."


Vanessa tucked a strand of black hair behind her ear and said "It's nice of you to give you a little brother a ride even when he's a little shit."

"If I waited for him to behave I never give him a ride." Chloe grumbled.

The pair walked around the Mall after returning a dress that didn't quite fit Vanessa. The two wandered into a shop that sold small scented candles

Chloe turned her nose up at a specific candle and spoke to Vanessa "Who would ever want to smell like a barbecue?" Vanessa could only shrug her shoulders.

The slightly balding man behind the counter puffed his cheeks and rumbled "Some people like barbecues.Some people met family at barbecues, some people lost family at barbecues. Some want to remember them." he angrily glared.

Chloe never one for a confrontation tried to stammer out an apology but could not take the man's furious gaze.

Vanessa seeing her friends trouble simply grabbed her hand and walked her to the exit accidentally bumping into the man on the way out.

"Sorry." she quietly let out and the two tried to make good their escape.

Suddenly the man shouted "Hey are you trying to rob me!"

The pair turned quickly shaking their heads and wondering what he was talking about as a crowd started to look on

The man stalked forward and shoved his hand into Chloe's purse and pulled out a bottle scented candle. "You didn't buy that!"

Chloe looked shocked because she did not buy that nor did she steal that but before she could say anything a Mall Cop that had been been hanging around nearby to between them and inquired "Carl this this girl tried to steal from you?"

Carl simply nodded his head in the mall cop turned to Chloe and said "Missy this here Mall has a no-tolerance policy towards shoplifting. Let'sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Jaime's Block

It was almost Midnight, yet most of the residents of Marlow were not at home sleeping. Thousands of people were gathered outside the Marlow County Termination Center. The owner of the establishment, Ken Norris, was, among other things, an avid enthusiast for science and engineering. Every year he commissioned a new, deadly, execution device to be designed and constructed by the high school engineering teams. The newest machine was, like many of those standing in the field behind the Termination Center, designed to be quick, but inflict excruciating pain on the victim. Ken Norris believed that easy death was not enough to deter crime.

Jaime's Block, as it was named – after the leader of the engineering team that designed it – was designed to crush a convict's head to a pulp. It had three large cubes of solid concrete were suspended between an arch over a concert bench. The victim's heads were secured by harnesses on the side of the bench. As if that was not enough, each block had two sharp, thin, needles protruding right above where the victim's eyes would be; holes were drilled into the bench below to keep the nails from being crushed. Convicts were to be strapped in facing up.

Ken's new machine was not the only reason for such a large crowd, however; it's first day of service was also the first mass execution of minors in the town's history. Nobody felt bad for them, and, in fact, most of the people in the crowd were eager to watch them die. Four days prior, they attempted to rob a restaurant; the leader of the operation – a sixteen-year-old kid named Ash Richardson – pulled a gun and killed the owner and his six-year-old daughter, and put the man's wife in a coma. Ash was himself killed in a shootout with police, and his coconspirators were arrested. They were sentenced to death the next day.

The six girls who were to be first in trying out Jaime's Block were stripped naked, then escorted one-by-one to their doom.

The first was Melody Swanson; Ash's girlfriend and second in command of their group. She was thirteen, a little curvy at the hips, with full, melon-sized, breasts, and shoulder-length red hair. Even though she was about to die, Melody walked with the head up and fire in her emerald green eyes. There was nothing to regret, Melody thought, and she rather enjoyed the attention. She kept a smile even as they laid her on the ground and strapped her head to the bench.
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Rikki-tikki-tavi vore

(Contains scat, urine, and, later, sex)

Part 1: Mouse Munchies

Rikki-tikki-tavi, a young mongoose, had been hearing complaints from several bird and frog friends of his. Several mice had been harassing their kids, throwing stones and berries at them. Finally, Rikki-tikki had had enough. As they came near, to harass once more, he called to them "Leave now or you'll regret it!" "We're here to have a little fun." said a mouse. "Game's over." said the mongoose. The mouse threw a berry at him, which splattered on his fur. "Get out of the way punk!" said the mouse. "Now you go too far!" said Rikki-tikki. He chased them and pinned them all down, burying them somewhat in dirt so they couldn't escape. He grabbed the first mouse, the one who had been the leader. "I'm going to teach you a little lesson." said the mongoose. "Don't kill us." said the mice. "I'm not going to kill you." said the mongoose. The mice sighed in relief. "I'm going to swallow you whole." The mice shook in fright. "I think I'll eat big mouth here first." He grabbed the ringleader, a rather fat and plump mouse. The mouse struggled, but the mongoose held on firmly. He opened his mouth. His breath washed over the mouse, making him gag. “Yummy! Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!” said the mongoose, starting to drool. “Don’t!” begged the mouse. Drool fell from the mouth of the mongoose and landed on the mouse, splattering him with saliva. “You look delicious!” said the mongoose, continuing to drool. DRIP! Drool fell from Rikki’s opened mouth. SPLASH! It hit the mouse! “Help!” said the mouse. DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! The mongoose kept on drooling. “Stop it!” said the mouse. “This yummy mousey is going to make my belly happy!” said Rikki. DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! He kept on drooling. “I don’t want to go there!” the mouse begged. “Yes, you’ll be enjoying the nice plump yummy mousy!” said the mongoose, continuing to drool. “Who are you talking to?” asked the mouse. “My belly.” said the mongoose, continuing to drool. DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH! DRIP! SPLASH!

Rikki went and dropped the mouse into a barrel of honey. The mouse went under but came back up. After he got really coated in honey, Rikki-tikki went and dropped him into cinnamon. Later, he got the mouse out. He then dropped him into sugar. He also later got the mouse out.

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Part I: Planning for Pleasure

Amanda and her mother were discussing her options

"Mom, I think I really want to find a vivisectionist. From everything I've read, there's just no substitute for the sensual experience they provide. They bring you to twice the ecstasy, and they make great meat."

"Well, I guess we could afford it. We'll have to make some appointments and interview a few. Are you sure you don't want me to butcher you myself? I once helped Molly butcher her friend, and it was pretty good. We butchered her for parts, and had a good steak cookout," replied Amanda's mom Francine, who was sitting at the table, looking up from the paper.

"I'm sure you'd do a good job. But how did she feel during butchering? I'm really looking for the whole package; pleasure from all directions. I just know vivisection will make me happy. I think about it all the time now," explained Amanda. Amanda was standing at the counter in the kitchen, looking at some ads in the phone book.

"I remember there being some pain. When we gutted and killed her we did it just like a pig," responded Francine. "I don't think she got as much pleasure out of it as a vivisectionist would give her."

"If you could afford it, I'd really like one mom. I really would want the pleasure to last and to feel an actual gutting, but not the pain. I feel like one pleasure goes with another, and I want combine the sensation of emptiness with freedom and pleasure. And I want someone to take charge and make all this happen," said Amanda looking up.

Amanda had grown into quite a good looking girl. She stood about 5'5" tall and had yellow blonde hair that reached to her shoulders. She weighed 105 pounds, with slim arms, legs, and waist. A well-rounded pair of 36-C breasts made her look slightly top-heavy over her small derrière. Her face had classic good-looking models' features, with a small mouth framed by voluptuous lips, high cheekbones, and a well defined pointed chin. She made heads turn when she walked down the street, and the highschool boys all took notice when they saw her among the cheerleaders.

Francine had had Amanda when young, and had bonded to her when Amanda's father divorced her. Francine was 38, 20 years older than Amanda, and still had a good figure. She was 5'4, weighing 120 lbs with a 38-C bust, shapely legs, and a slightly thickened waist. She had a good looking face, and dark hair bPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

The war against the angels is over and Misato has to think about what to do with the EVA pilots.
Thank you thevisitorblack for the translation.
German version below!

Asuka, on a spit!

"What did you just say?" Asuka leaned over the table and yelled at Misato. Her face was already as red as her hair. Shinji moved his chair aside so he wasn't hit by spit and scraps of food that flew from Asuka's mouth across the table.


As always, Misato sat cross-legged at the table and looked with serenity in Asuka's direction.


"You heard me, Asuka!" she replied. “Now that the angels are no longer threatening our world, we no longer need EVA pilots! And the EVA units as well as their pilots have been classified as a threat to world peace! That's why I signed you, Rei, and Mari up to be butchered tomorrow!"


Shinji could see Asuka's hands clenching around the tabletop.


"We saved the world and now you're going to slaughter us? That's not fair!"


Misato opened another can of beer and drank it in one long swig. "Then you should look into your contract, every EVA pilot is NERV property, and we can decide how to dispose of them when they are no longer needed!"


Asuka sat back in her seat, glaring at Misato angrily. "When I signed that contract, I was four years old! How was I supposed to realize that the contract said that?"

Misato reached for another can of beer and set it on the table in front of her. "That doesn't really matter anymore, Asuka! You will be at the butcher tomorrow morning at 8:00!"


Asuka jumped up again and hit the table with her hands. "And what about Shinji? He's getting special treatment, isn't he?"


Misato set the can down and turned to Shinji. "Ritsuko asked if she could have Shinji for some of her experiments!"


Misato took Shinji in a headlock and hugged him. "Na Shinji, are you looking forward to helping Ritsuko?"


" Mmmmm !" Asuka could only hear a murmur from Shinji's head trapped under Misato's arm.


"See that Asuka, Shinji doesn't have a problem with it!"


Asuka rolled her eyes and got up from the table. "And what if I don't want to be slaughtered?" She was now standing in front of Misato, her arms crossed.


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This is what you get when it's almost midnight and i'm high on painkillers cause my fucking leg won't stop pounding out agony. it talks about snuff and such I'll probably forget that I wrote this.
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Are you tired of having to go out and hunt down a woman to kill? Are you also tired of having to clean up after that kill? Were you unsatisfied with HOW you killed your girl, and wished you could do it all over again?

Well, now is your chance! Introducing today's product:

THE IMMORTAL SNUFF GIRL!

That's right! the Immortal snuff girl!

You can drown her, choke her, you can hammer nails into her head! She will die just like any other girl!

But what sets this little Lady apart from all the other women you had killed?

She doesn't stay dead!

Our scientists has genetically created the means for our snuff girl to come back to life after a 13 hour period, as long as you saved SOME brain matter!

Yes! You can cut off her arm, cook it, and eat it, and she will grow that arm back!

YES! You can smash her head in, she'll just grow a new one!

AND YES! You can roast her alive, but you better keep at least keep her head out of the fire, or she won't grow back!

Watch! We tied this snuff girl to four trucks! Watch as she is torn apart. Hear her scream! watch as her limbs come off with almost ease, and she is dragged down the street, the flesh on her back painting the road!

Now! watch this fast video footage of her limbs growing back! NO scars! No physical problems! Yes, she is in incredible agony, and she had screamed her throat raw, but all of that will pass! she is soon ready for you to kill or maim all over again!

And if you get bored?! Boys! Hold her down! I'm going to chop off her head! see how clean it comes off? now! you see this bone sticking out at the bottom of her neck? Just pull that out, and watch her life fade from her eyes right before YOUR eyes! And I assure you, it isn't a painless death, you can see on her face her final agony!

Now, you're wondering, what are the models?

We have stocks of ages 12 to 17! Barely developed bodies, to fully developed. We have blonds, redheads, Brunettes and all the colors in between! You want them with all four limbs? You got it! You want them with NO arms and legs? You got that too!Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

I've been writing debreasting stories for years now but, being an omnivorous pervert, I've also been writing the occasional story featuring guys getting stuff done to them. From guttings to de-dickings and more. But, I haven't posted them much.

So, here we go with one. This story is cock-vore erotica and features a few dudes having some fun with their dicks. It's inspired by the original Boobfish story, so give that a read too if you like this. (www DOT literotica DOT com/s/the-boobfish)

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Jordan moaned excitedly as he dropped anchor near the famous Boobfish Reef - home to school after school of the famous fish. It was a popular hangout and drinking spot for the local studs looking to dip their dicks in a boobfish for the incredibly erotic experience of having the fish's muscular stomachs milk the cum from their cocks as they tried to digest them.

A nearby dock had three guys lounging on it, two with their big spent cocks hanging out of their swim trunks, slathered in a healing salve that helped them recover from the boobfish digestion. Popular with horny guys, the salve let them dip their cocks into boobfish even longer, withstanding the digestive acids for two or even three cums without losing their precious members. Jordan grinned as he spotted a fourth guy in the water by the dock, eyes shut and hanging on with one hand as he writhed gently - cock no doubt enveloped in a hungry boobfish.

His own hefty member stirring at the thought of a boobfish swallowing it down, Jordan stood up and stretched his lean muscular body as he got ready to go for a swim. Two of the guys on the dock waved at him and he waved back, smiling as he heard an orgasmic moan from the fourth. Peeling off his shorts, Jordan grinned as the guys on the dock stared at his impressive 12" cock.

"That's one hell of a piece of boobfish meat!" Called one of the guys with a glistening cock.

"Thanks! Yours looks juicy too - gonna let them take another go at it?" Jordan called back.

"Oh yeah, Mike and me are double-dipping." He called back, giving his cock a stroke.

"Maybe even triple, if Jessie's cock feels tough enough." The other guy called back.

Smiling, Jordan slathered a handful of salve on his cock. He worked it into his member, pumping it to a full erection before tucking the small tub of salve away. Looking into the water he spotted a school ofPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Alice could feel her heart thump erratically in her chest, as she ran barefoot across the dimly lit grass field. Her long blonde hair flowed behind her along with bits of tattered clothing. She could feel the cold fall air brush across her exposed petite body, soothing her scrapes and bruises. Another howl pierced the night air.

Alice felt as though her heart would burst from her chest. She quickly glanced over her shoulder, scanning the field for any signs of pursuer. The full moon cast a dim and eerie light across the grove. She could hear rustles of movement in the trees around her. It was as if shadows itself were out to get her.

More howls reverberated across the night sky. She knew she was surrounded. She stopped in the middle of the field, looking frantically around her. “Go away!” She screamed. She could feel her pulse around her ears. Thump… Thump… “Leave me alone”!

She shuddered as she felt the goose bumps pass across her naked body, her nipples hardened in the cold night air. That was when she heard it, a growl just a few feet behind her. She turned just in time to catch the sight of the beast as it plowed into her right side. A sharp burning sensation erupted in her left breast, as she felt the creatures claw tear into her flesh.

She screamed as she felt blood pool around her chest. The beast tore into her shoulder and began dragging her across the grass. She nearly passed out from the pain as twigs, rock, and other debris scraped across her bare back.

With a loud roar the beast tossed her into the air. She felt her breath escape her body as she landed on her back with a loud thump. “Please someone help me!” She cried.

She lifted her head off the grass and stared at the large beast in front of her. She felt a shiver glide down her spine, as the beast looked at her with a different kind of hunger; a more primal one. “No!” she cried, as she instinctually shoved her hands between her legs.

The beast rushed forward battering her arms out of the way. She whimpered as it began to sniff her most private area. She could feel the werewolf’s cold nose through her lingerie, as it pressed its muzzle against her outer lips. She began to struggle, when more creatures appeared pinning her down. The first one, which appeared to also be the alpha, pulled off silk red panties.

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Emily looked around to make sure nobody had followed her, before quietly slipping into the back alley. The bell for recess had only just rung, so she had a full 30 minutes before she had to go back to class.

This had become a daily ritual for her in the past two weeks. The first time, she had slipped back here only because he had to pee. That was when she first met him. It was a stray rottweiler. He didn't seem much older than a puppy. He had snuck up on her while she was relieving herself.

From the moment she felt his tongue enter inside her, she knew she'd eventually get a dog of her own when she was older. In the mean time, she had come here every day just to meet him, and every day they went through the same routine. She'd bring her left over lunch food, and feed it to him from between her legs.

Recently she had gotten even more daring, and let him mount her a few times. She felt herself become wet, just from thinking about wrapping her legs around his waste as he pushed himself deep insider her. She quickly slipped her hands underneath her skirt, and removed her panties before they had been completely soaked through.

She waited two minutes for her friend to meet her at the usual time, however the dog that showed up was completely different from the one who was usually there. He was much bigger. His fur was black, and matted, and he was a bit skinny like he hadn't eaten in a while.

"Come here boy!" She called out as he slowly walked towards her to investigate. She reached into her shirt pocket and pulled out a tater-tot. "You want one?" She asked, as she held her hand out.

She immediately had to yank her hand back as he tried to snatch it. "Bad boy!" she scolded. "You have to wait for the best part."

She smiled at him, as she slipped the tater tot into the pink slit between her legs. "Now you can have it." She said before lifting her skirt and placed it over his head. She leaned against the brick wall behind her as she felt his cold nose press against her most sensitive area.

She let out a slight moan as his hot breath filled her insides. Cautiously he began to lick at the crumbs around her outer lips. She felt her heart thump in heavily in her chest as adrenaline started to course through her body.

His tongue slithered in and out of her, pushing the tater tot deeper and deeper into her womb. His licks began to hasten as he desperately tried to get at the tasty morsel that was just out oPost too long. Click here to view the full text.