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Uravity's Last Fight
F/F, Shapeshifting, Doppelganger, Oral, Fingering, Bloodplay, Snuff

Uraraka Ochako was in heaven as her lips met those of her crush, Izuku Midoriya, the hero Deku! It was the end of the school year and after dozens of trials and tribulations she'd finally worked up the courage to confess her feelings. She'd been so nervous! But she'd invited Izuku over to her house and she'd confessed right there in her living room!

And he felt the same way! Uraraka could barely believe it! Her crush! The amazing boy that had captured her heart; felt the same way about her as she did about him! It was incredible! Uraraka leaned into her crush's lips, so warm and full of life, savoring the moment. This was everything she'd ever dreamed about!

They were in her bedroom now. The first kiss led to more, and Uraraka had managed to pull Izuku towards her bedroom door and open it all without breaking the kiss. She could feel Izuku's hands reaching up beneath her shirt and feeling their way up her belly and back to where her bra was hooked together. She let Izuku unhook it without any protest, shrugging her shoulders to let it fall onto the bed beneath them. She smiled through the kiss, moaning softly until suddenly…

*Pain!* Stabbing pain hit her right between her thighs!

Uraraka stumbled back breaking the kiss to look down. Her Underwear had vanished earlier, tossed to the side on their trek toward her bedroom door, and now Uraraka was wearing only her skirt to cover her modesty. She couldn't see what was wrong…

Deku was looking at her strangely, eyeing her up like a predator staring at its prey. Uraraka didn't know what to do. She lifted her skirt, revealing her mostly untouched pussy to her friend's sight as she looked down to see what was wrong.

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This was a lot of fun!


Glad you liked it!


I don't know what I was thinking. I was so mad at my mom that I just took off. I didn't care that I was in my tank top and shorts. I didn't care how far I walked. I just left the house. I must have been walking for at least an hour. I was down this part of the dirt road that I had never been on before. Just when I was about to turn back, a white van with no windows pulled beside me. Two men jumped out before I could figure out what was going on. I may have started to run. But before I knew it, one of them pointed some kind of gun at me, but a bullet didn't come out. A couple of metal hooks did instead, piercing me on my left chest. I felt my muscles contract violently as I fell to the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

They tied my wrists and ankles, and carried me inside the van. One of them kept me down by straddling me, and holding my shoulders down. I tried to push him off, to free mysef, but no matter how hard I tried, he was just too strong. Then I remember the two men, one grabbing me by my legs, the other grabbing me by my shoudlers, carrying me inside a house from the van, and down a dark basement.

And now here I am.

My arms and legs have been cut free.

"Take off your clothes, little girl," one of the men says to me. He is short, fat, and bald. Maybe middle aged.

I'm scared. I've never taken off my clothes for anyone before. I can barely move a muscle.

"Take them off, or we'll punish you," the other says. He is tall, slender. Older, with a more menacing face.

I still don't move. The fat one walks in front of me and slaps me hard across the face. I hear my ears rings and my face burn as I fall to the floor on my hands and knees. Then I feel my scalp stretch and my neck snap back as my hair is pulled hard. I get up, only to be slapped on the cheek.
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He woke up in a dark musty room. To his surprise, he was completely naked. He was lying on a concrete slab, slightly angled so he was almost vertical but not quite. His hands were cuffed directly to the slab above his head. His feet were cuffed similarly so that he was spread eagle, leaving him incredibly exposed.

A slender, mid 20s, red headed female stepped out of the shadows wearing only a doctors lab coat. For a moment his panic subsided. “Oh thank god it’s you, Katie. Go get help! Where are we?” But Katie stood in silence… staring at him… hunger in her eyes. “There will be no… help.” Said Katie coldly.

She walked slowly up to Allan, who was starting to suspect it was Katie’s doing… him being in this place and this position. “K…Katie… wh… what are you doing?” Allan said.

Teaching you a lesson… “but…but what do you mean?!” Allan stammered.

She firmly grabbed his balls in her right hand and dug her nails into his scrotal skin. He let out a small yelp as she clamped down. “I wonder how many times these big beautiful balls of yours drained your cum on my face after your football games Allan…” she said slowly, her eyes drifting upward from his hardening manhood to his face. “I wonder how many times your huge cock that you’re so proud of pumped cum into some bitches cunt behind my back…”

Allan’s face went pale “I… I… would never cheat.. on…” he stammered. She pulled out her phone, made a few swipes on the screen and flipped it around to face him. He watched the screen horrified at the evidence against him. There he was, at the last frat party, with a line of freshmen Zetas kneeling naked on the couch. The room cheered him on as he went from pussy to pussy, plunging his ten inch cock into their cunts as far as it would go before they started to whimper from the size of it.

She lowered the phone. “No explanation is needed Allan… the girls have been warning me for years that you were a fucking animal.” She said very quietly. “It’s too bad really. Sex with you was incredible. It’s almost a shame I have to do this.” She said pulling her panties off underneath her lab coat. Before Allan could respond, she stuck her panties into his mouth, preventing him from talking.

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I wanted a short break from the Outdoor Cinema series, so I wrote this story.

I wanted to keep it as short as possible. I failed...

I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.

"Daddy, I want a swing."

Elle was a cute nine year old girl with a pale complexion and long red heair gathered into two pony tails. She was thin to the point her limbs looked almost too fragile to support her own weight. She also had brown eyes and a cute smile on her face, which was meant to melt her father's heart so he would do what she wants.

"I don't have one."

Nick was getting annoyed. His daughter asked for a swing for what seemed to be a millionth time, despite him declining every time. He loved her smile and her big eyes, but they didn't work this time - he was busy and really did not have a swing, or even a spare tire to hang from the tree in their backyard.

"Pretty pleeeeeease." She leaned closer to Nick, so he could see down her pink blouse. She didn't have breasts yet, but she knew he loved looking at her nipples. She was also amused by the fact that he still haven't noticed she constantly let him see them on purpose and not just accidentally.

"No means no, El. End of topic." Nick replied harshly and tried to focus on the laptop in front of him, but the view he was getting down Elle's blouse was very distracting.

A tear formed in the corner of Elle's eye and she started silently weeping, like she practiced many, many times before.

"Aww, don't cry, baby. We really don't have a swing." He hugged his daughter and one of his hands instinctively landed on her buttocks.

"I just wanted to play on one, all my friends have them." She said through the tears. It really seemed important to her.

"You know what? I'll get you a swing under two conditions."

"Really?" Elle's face immediately lit up with anticipation.

"You'll stop bugging me."

"Sure!" A smile returned to her face.

"And I will cover your eyes and you won't peek until I finish."

"Ok! I love you, daddy!" She kissed him all over his face.

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Bump to save from faggot spammer. Also can't wait for the next story Rosie, I love your work!




Rosie, please come back! I absolutely love your stories!


I love these stories


Looking for more stories like these, anyone have some?


Repost at the request of an anonymous reader in the 'Terry, Jen and the Terrigenesis' thread.

This story is also available in PDF format: http://s000.tinyupload.com/index.php?file_id=04929501319408577828

If you like it, you might also enjoy some of my other work: 'Lara Croft and the Temple of Tezcatlipoca', 'Extreme Holiday Sluts', 'Tina's TSA Trouble', 'Spring Cleaning' and 'Terry, Jen and the Terrigenesis'.

Susan: a Girl Apart

written by Mephistopheles and JestInPieces


In 2013, an author by the name of Mephistopheles wrote a story on the literature section of gurochan entitled ‘Susan’, containing the first two chapters of this story. I really enjoyed the concept, so while we were waiting for the third chapter I decided to write a short chapter about the morning after.

When it became clear that Mephistopheles was not going to continue the story, I took over writing the story with his permission, since I did not want to let such a good premise go to waste. Now that the story has been completed, I figured I’d edit in into a book so I could apply some proper formatting (the layout options of gurochan are rather limited) and fix some of the mistakes and inconsistencies. Specifically, some times and dates have been fixed, the first two chapters have been edited to consistently be in the past tense, some stylistic differences between the two authors have been reconciled and the protagonists’ ages have been increased by three years. They’re still too young for my taste, but this was about the maximum I could get away with and still have the story make sense (inasmuch as a story about two girls taking each other apart can make sense).

I hope you enjoy reading, and if this story inspires you to write your own tale of consensual vivisection, please do. There’s far too little of that kind of material out there. If you want, you can even use Susan and Cassie as the protagonists. I’m done writing for them, so why not let another writer take them for a spin? I’m sure there’s more stuff these two could get up to.


Susan was fifteen when she discovered she could take herself apart.

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About time for a bump


Speaking of which...

JestInPieces, if you're still around, can you please check your email. I'm an old writing partner of yours (from the time when I knew you as just Anon, so _that_ email address), and I sent you something I promised a long time ago, along with some general words on the whole thing. I know that you still have access to that email, but I have no way of knowing whether you check it often or only once in a few months.

I didn't want to bump this thread with this thing alone as that would be too egocentric, but now that it's bumped anyways by someone else, I figured I'd write this here.






The psychologist (torture, cons, snuff(?))

Part 1: Basic psychological evaluation

Ms. S. fixed her tight fitting blouse and went through
her plans for the next appointment. This was going to be a tough one.
Ms. S was a pysychologist with a focus on young men with problems with
the opposite gender.
Most of her patients were very timid and shy and it was
Ms. S job to fix that.

In her mid 30s Ms. S was still an extremely attractive women,
a stereotypical MILF with DD breasts and a great ass.
Having partied a lot in her 20s she has now somewhat
settled down and wearing glasses to show that newfound seriousness.
Her body was, however, still her main asset in her job.

Sitting behind a big desk she nervously eyed the nails,
needles and lighter she had placed there,
as a busty black woman completely in the nude opened
the door from outside and invited in a shy young man,
clearly overweight and avoiding all eye contact.

"He was too shy to come in himself, so I decided to help",
she smiled happily and
escorted the young man to the chair opposite of Ms S's desk.

There was a reason that Ms. L., the secretary of Ms. S. was
naked and the reason was that MS S. also had violent rapists as
patients and for surprise visits without appointments of these Ms. L.
was the first line of defense so that Ms. S. could do her job uninterrupted all the time.

Some of the shy patients could be seriously traumatized if an aggressive
man suddenly busted through the door and started abusing their psychologist.

Ms. L was a muscly woman that could take care of herself and really enjoyed being manhandled.
Unfortunately for her, she did not yet get any "surprise" visits, but really wanted to get one
one as indicated by her moist pussy.

"Thanks L, please sit down Timmy", Ms. S encouragingly smiled at Timmy.

"We already had enough theory the last time, now is the time for some practical
learning", she continued as she unbuttoned her shirt revealing her big boobs. She
lay them down on the desk and motioned Timmy to the needles on the desk.
"Put 5 of them into each of my breasts. This will help you to feel more confident in regards to women,
to all of whom you are clearly superior, you just have to realize it".

Shakingly Timmy took one of the nails and pressed it softly against Ms. S'S right boob,
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It would be a miracle if someone continued a two year old dead tread. Shame, because it was one of the best


This really should be continued this is great


Nice story, pretty straightforward and blunt but that also what makes it attractive

maybe deliberately snuffing the main character is not exactly good idea unless you wanna end the story but I guess it could be also good way of confirmation the treatment success for Timmy who snuff psychologist because he is not going to pay LOL or just because he decided that this is what he likes. since his treatment is finished ms S is no longer needed she has no clients anymore anyway.
obviously she enjoys the fact of the great success of her therapy.

Other characters probably can be snuffed by by torture like gutted alive breaking bones chopping off limbs letting them bleed to death continuing the mood of the previous story.


God someone please continue this


=Succulent Sirens=
Tags: My Little Pony: Equestria girls, F/F, Consensual, Non-Consensual, Roasting, Butchering, Cannibalism, Snuff.

"I can't believe you actually want to go through with this. You really are a moron aren't you Sonata?" Aria Blaze asked as she watched her fellow exile as she finished setting up the Kitchen for dinner.

"Now, now, Aria," Adagio Dazzle, the leader of the three sirens, chimed in. "You shouldn't mock Sonata just because she knows her proper place. "If being cooked and eaten is what Sonata wants, then I for one have no problems at all making that particular fantasy a reality."

Aria gave at a sulky half-glare at being chided.

"She only thinks she wants to be eaten because you made her want to be eaten," the sarcastic teenage siren replied to her orange and golden haired leader. Still, that didn't stop Aria from looking at Sonata's body as the naked blue-skinned teen practically flounced around the kitchen in excitement, cleaning surfaces and preparing vegetables and stuffing for her final performance as the night's dinner.

"Hey! I can think for myself!" Sonata replied, "Adagio wouldn't be cooking me if I didn't ask her to! You just don't understand just how sexy being turned into dinner is!" Sonata shot back, wagging her finger at the purple and green haired member of their soon to be duet. Sonata's pendulous breasts bobbed lightly with each rebuking wag as if to emphasize their agreement.

"Come now Aria, should you really be mocking Sonata for actually knowing her place?” Adagio asked. “She'll be much more enjoyable as a meal than as a companion, won't she?”

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Fear and Loathing in Dog Cages

This story is based off of and inspired by the image "Cynophobia", by Danaume, as well as by the short description, by Dabler595, that accompanies it, which one may find at this link:


An account (free, and totally worth getting) at HentaiFoundry may be needed to view it.

If you're just here for the doggone dog on dog-girl sex scene, please proceed directly to parts 8 or 9.

1 - The Attack

A shrill, high pitched scream of pure panic and terror rang through the house. Mr. Matheson, who had been on his favorite recliner, having a nice, lazy, Sunday afternoon nap, jolted out of his seat at the sound. He stumbled up and looked around for a moment, confused, his body ready for action but his brain still catching up, when the second scream, one that was even more panicked and insistent than the first, tore trough the air.

It was coming from the back yard.

Mr. Matheson leapt forward at the sound of the second scream, sprinting towards the rear of the house and the back yard. His heart surged, racing as adrenaline flooded into him, as he burst out of the home. From the amount of noise being made by whoever was screaming, he expected to find a scene of mayhem and chaos, perhaps even a pool of blood and a body or two.

What he found instead was his teenage daughter, cowering on top of the picnic table, as the neighbor's dog frolicked and ran around the yard, happily exploring and snuffling everything he came across.

"Samantha, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" Mr. Matheson exclaimed, his voice a little rough from fear and the short, rapid sprint.

"What on earth are you yelling about?" he asked.

"Daddy!" Samantha cried. "Make him go away! Make him get out of the yard!"

The girl was covering her face, cringing really, with one hand, while the other pointed towards the object of her apparent fear: the neighbor's dog.

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Awesome! I'm glad you like it.
I've been sick and stressed for a while now but I do intend to continue posting.


The way there's such casual dehumanization is something I very rarely see in stories. Wish there was more - so much more!

Great job, OP.


I keep seeing "My Life as a Dog" mentioned where might I find it?




Huh. Both ended waaay too prematurely. Especially the second one.


After this site came back up, I saw it on the bottom of /lit/ last updated in 2008? I tried to bump it, but recieved an error. Refreshed /lit/ and saw that it was gone. Is there a backup or mirror of that story and/or its comments?
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Where are you Rosie?
More chapters please!



salvation bump because people are fuckers


Bump to save from faggot spammer




More please

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There is far too little non-con snuff on this board, so I decided to post some stuff and hopefully inspire and/or attract some non-con fans here. I'd also like to say that violence against women and sexual assault are very big problems in society, and these fantasies are not meant to condone or perpetrate those issues in any way.

Julie is a character that embodies just about everything I enjoy in my fantasy victims, and although her personality may vary slightly from story to story, she remains fairly consistent. I've penned quite a few of her demises, and hopefully some of these tales you'll also find enjoyable. Some are reposts I've shared here previously, and some are new.
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Your stories don't feel like Christian-bashing at all. Except of course when there is literal bashing involved. What good is faith if it is never questioned? I love the stories, on many levels, and I'm looking forward to the next one.


Bump to avoid getting this treasure trove spammed away


Looks like Gurochan is back in action. Thanks for the heads up, BL.
Bumping this so we can get things going again.


The Escape Room

“Have you been to an escape room before?”

“No, have you?”

“I went with my brother and a few of his friends like three months ago. It’s pretty tight. I was the only reason we escaped.” Julie flashed a big shit-eating grin.

“So what, you’re the escape room queen now?” Kari asked.

“Fucking goddam right I am.”

“How do you know they didn’t just let you think you were solving everything? Maybe they all had a crush on you and wanted you to think you were the hero.”

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That was really creative! Thank you for another wonderful story!

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