I´ve found this realy old story.

Naked Balls (by ????)

Nobody can guess by just looking at me what I have in the crotch of my
jeans. I smile as I go about my daily business, imaging the reactions of
the people around me if they could only see what I look like down there.
It all began a couple of years ago when I discovered a sex shop in my
local city. I was very fascinated by all the sex toys on the shelves –
butt plugs, tit clamps, etc.—but most of all by the leather devices for
binding balls.
I bought myself a black leather strap and hurried home. My heart was
pounding as I pulled off my jeans and briefs, exposing my cock and balls.
I lifted my hard dick out of the way with one hand, and wrapped the strap
around my ballsack.
My excitement grew as the skin stretched tight, clearly showing the
outlines of my nuts. I grabbed my cock and started jerking off. It only
took a couple of minutes before my jizz squirted from the tip of my dick.
It was one of the best orgasms I ever had.
For the next few days I continued binding my balls and jerking off. I was
surprised how tight I could tie the strap before I had to stop. My sack
turned purple as my cock swelled harder than ever.
Now I began wearing the strap all the time. It was on when I woke every
morning with a hard-on. It was on when I sat at my desk at work. I wore it
in the shower, the soapy water spilling over my tight ballsack.
Gradually, I became obsessed with seeing what my balls looked like. It was
fun squeezing them and slapping them, but I just had to take a look at
what was inside my sack.
So one day I tied the strap tighter than ever. My sack turned a dark
purple, and my balls squeezed against the side of the scrotum.
I picked up a small, sharp knife and pressed the tip against the outline
of my right ball. My heart pounding, I gently increased the pressure until
the blade penetrated the skin. The sharp sting was bearable, so I began
moving the blade down, creating a red line on the edge of my sack. My cock
was as hard as a rock.
There was less blood than I thought. I took the knife and put it into the
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Yes, I'm still working on my MLP series (and I need a proper title for it - right now, the best I have is the descriptor "anthro-pony guro series"), but I have other random guro and cannibalism ideas I'd like to get out there as well. Here, now, are a few that may or may not be complete, and are of varying quality. And are generally not in canon with one another, unless otherwise noted. Constructive criticism and suggestions are welcomed.

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To (mostly) quote my other thread, my likes and dislikes:

I hate grimdark stuff. Bloody violence disturbs me; torture for the sake of torture (especially of the graphic kind that landed several films on the "Video Nasties" list - that is, a list of films which were banned from video distribution in certain parts of the world in the 70s, 80s and 90s, due to scenes of graphic violence) turns me off.

On the other end of the spectrum:

I like reading about a girl's willing sacrifice.

I like scenes that imply and/or confirm that the victim will survive the whole experience and, potentially, get to do it again at some point. (I also like settings where the characters are gifted with regeneration and resurrective immortality - no matter how many times they die, they always get better.)

I like reading and writing about creative use of human meat in cooking, from whole roasting to dishes made from the victim's flesh. (As long as it stays in the realm of fantasy. Though use of real cooking methods - roasting, grilling, boiling, etc. - is fine. There's a series called "Dolcett CA", and the related "The Society of Lilith", where they use creative methods of cooking women.)

I like my porn to have a plot. (No, not the unusual euphemism, though that is also a part of such works - wink wink, nudge nudge.) Mindless sex and violence aren't that entertaining. Hence the worldbuilding I do.

I like fics with incest. I don't know why, I just do.

I like same-sex (well, female same-sex) pairings. Especially when the females involved can perform genital morphing - that is, shifting their sex organs from male to female and back.

I like fics with casual cannibalism as a normal part of everyday life. (Especially when combined with the resurrective immortality concept, so the characters can be cooked and eaten as many times as they want.)

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Your dragon and you couldn’t have been happier. It’s been months together, and in that time he’s been nothing but sweet, and gentle, and loving in every way a dragon can. He brings you treasures from other hoardes, dresses you in fine cloaks from old kings, and tells you stories about the centuries he’s lived. He’s been a lonely one all his life, but with you he lights up and scampers like a pup, always excited to do everything he can for you. He doesn’t even mind his hoarde anymore, opting to sleep with and around you instead because he tells you you’re his only and greatest treasure. But dragons have to eat and he doesn’t want to spend a moment away from you to hunt, so when he finds out about your ability to grow back from any injury and your eagerness to be his meal he jumps at the opportunity. He’s always nervous about it, because he fears for your safety, but as the sessions become more common, he starts to be more and more aggressive.
The latest time, he started by thrusting his tongue into your hole, using the tip of his nose to rub gently at your hooded cock between pumping his thick, slick tongue deep into you. Then you feel a warmth at your entrance followed by a searing sensation as liquid fire pours into you, instantly cooking your cock and innards with a smell of smoke and cooking meat. It doesn’t hurt, not much, but it feels so *damn good*; you can barely manage a grin at him because your body is quivering from the pleasure and warmth burning through your hips. He returns the smile, his reptilian, slitted eyes and grinning bony skull showing nothing but affection and adoration for you, then withdraws his tongue from your smoking, cooked hole. He opens his mouth again and a tremendous wave of fire engulfs you like a gentle, passionate hug, and you coo and moan and though he can barely hear it above the sound of the flame pouring from his throat, the sound of your arousal and happiness encourages him to share in those sensations.

When the great wave of flame is finally done, you can see his cock protruding from his sheath, glistening at the tip. You want to go over there and help him, to suck it and feel it pound into you, but you’ve become just a charbroiled human boy - a delicious snack for your monstrous lover. Fortunately, he knows what you want, and as he begins his feast by biting down on your now supple and giving belly and tearing out a loop of your intestines, you can feel his monstrous cock resting on your pelvis, grindinPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Lilly, the cutest doll!

It's Lilly's birthday. Lilly is just 1:39 meters tall. She has silver blonde hair that is long enough to reach her butt. She has blue eyes and almost white skin. Lilly is a doll maniac! She doesn’t just collect dolls. She cares for them like as if they were her own child’s. She even dresses herself like a doll. Today she wears a black dress. It consists of more frills than dress. She also wears black shoes a white pantyhose and a red bow in her hair. Thanks to her delicate body structure, you could really mistake Lilly as a doll! To celebrate the big day, she wants to buy a new doll. A new store has been opened which is said to be selling incredibly realistic dolls. Of course, this has aroused her attention. The store is a bit offside the inner city. Another advantage! In the city people often looked at her strangely. Many sellers don’t take her seriously. But she is sure that a real puppeteer will understand her!
Lilly enters the store. A little golden bell announces her entrance. The interior of the shop, is decorated in an old fashion. Old Screen lamps illuminate the room. A handful of hand-sewn clothes are standing by the window. In an antique cabinet, various craft supplies are to be seen. On self-made shelves, dolls were placed lovely. Each doll is unique! They all look different and have different sizes. Some are even bigger than Lilly. She is thrilled! They are beautiful… She would love to take them all! It was a good idea to visit this store.

The shopkeeper suddenly stands behind her. “Young maiden did you find a doll that interested you?”
Lilly not startled. She is too busy to choose a doll. She doesn’t even look at him when she answers. "They all are beautiful; how should one be able to decide?" She stands on tiptoe and tries to reach a few of the higher located dolls. She doesn’t even notice as the owner helps her.
The Shopkeeper turns her around. Only now does she notice that he was standing behind her all the time. He is an old man, who’s looks a little bit like Gepetto. “What kind of doll are you looking for?” he asks.
Lilly is no longer certain. "It must be something special! but they all special ... How do find a doll that stands out?"
"Well, a special doll is standing right in front of me!" He says, laughing.
Lilly turns red. Finally, someone notices the effort she put in her dresses. “Thank you. I've been working on the dress for two months.”
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Anyone know a series of mind control cannibalism stories featuring a man who uses a hyponotic computer program, or phone app to make women want to be whisked away and eaten by him, complicit in their kidnapping and eventual death.

I remember it pretty well but i just cant seem to find it in the archives.

hello, where can i see link for destroyed daughters?

Only True Lord of the Sith

Deactivating his crimson lightsaber, Darth Sidious clipped the energy weapon to his belt as he let the storm of emotions rage through his mind. Having detected that his new apprentice was in danger, the Sith Lord had travelled to Mustafar as fast as he could, even forgoing gathering a battalion of Clone Troopers.

Unfortunately, he had arrived just as the Jedi Master Kenobi was preparing to finish off his apprentice. The Emperor had engaged the Jedi in a duel and had managed to drive him off, leaving his personal guard the task of tracking down the Jedi.

He had done this so that he could heal his apprentice as fast as possible, but looking at the living corpse that was Darth Vader as it lay on the shore of the lava stream, Sidious felt disgust and crushing disappointment. It had taken years and two apprentices to make the Chosen One fall to the dark side and in the end his apprentice had been slaughtered by his old Jedi mentor. Even worse, that mentor was now on the loose, as Sidious was sure that his guard was no match for the Jedi Master.

With an angry swipe through the air, Sidious used the Force to telekinetically hurl his apprentice into the lava stream, Anakin Skywalker’s scream echoing in the Force as he was consumed.

Hearing a feeble moan to his right, the Sith Lord shifted his attention to Anakin’s lover, who was lying on her back at the foot of her space yacht. She had been a part of his plan to make the Chosen one fall, but now, heavily pregnant as she was, she was only a liability for his future reign and she would serve as the first victim of his unleashed powers as Emperor.

With a gesture from his right hand, he telekinetically raised her onto her feet and then into the air, holding her suspended with her front turned towards him. With a few gestures from his free hand, he made use of the same power to shred her dull grey shirt to pieces, revealing her modest breasts swollen due to impending motherhood, her areola a darker pink than usual with her nipples stiffening at their sudden exposure to air. Beneath them bulged her distended abdomen, her womb stretched to its limits by the twins inside that were almost ready to be born, a faint linea nigra curving vertically over her abdomen. Her dark boots and light grey trousers were also torn to pieces, revealing her strong long legs and the shaved nether lips that guarded her sex, as well as a hint of her firm buttocks.

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So I've been looking all over for this story there was five separate chapters
The first chapter had to do with two sisters the woman cut off one of the sisters cunt lips, and made the eat it

I don't remember what the second chapter was about

the third chapter was about a girl who wanted everything done to her

the fourth chapter was about then going to one of her research facilities and one of her assistants have her breasts ripped off in the machine in an accident and there was also about using nanomachines to be able to see through someone's eyes

I thought the woman name was Annabel but I haven't had much luck in finding it. It was on here before a lot of stories got lost

Thanks!

There was a story of a woman who had let her tits cut off in slices by a butcher for dinner with her husband. Does anyone know where to find it or does anyone have it?

Hi Gurochan!

This is my first ever work in English. Please tell me if you enjoyed it and how I can improve on it! Most of the stories here will be somewhat short, and they'll revolve around the untimely demise of doe-eyed damsels. ^^

All stories and characters are purely fictional, and should not be emulated in real life~

Aki

Amanda

It was six in the morning, the orange hued rays brought warmth to a new beautiful day as the sun was just starting to rise. Amanda was just finishing off her breakfast, ready to kick off another day at work.


She had just graduated from university with a degree in Psychology, and was fortunate enough to have found a job as an assistant guidance counselor for the local high school. With fair face framed by perfectly groomed golden blonde hair and the body of a dancer, it should come as no surprise to anyone that she’s extremely popular among the boys and the male staff.


She arrived at her office at exactly half past seven. The school is empty as usual at around this time, only the songs of the dawn chorus mingled with the faint humming of the groundskeeper’s lawnmower in the distance could be heard when she opened the windows. The young woman hummed to herself as she pulled up a chair and began reviewing her tasks for the day, completely oblivious of the masked serial murderer lurking beneath the desk.


Her sapphire blue eyes widened in fear as she eventually caught a glimpse of him while standing up. Every cell in her body was telling her to run, but her body was frozen in fear like a deer caught in the headlights. He effortlessly pinned her slender body on the carpeted floor while covering her mouth with a gloved hand, and brandished a butcher’s knife in his other hand...

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A school boy discovered Amanda’s lifeless body later that morning. Her stark naked corpse was cleanly sliced in half right below the waistline, with the upper half of her body suspended on a playground swing set. The look of unspeakable agony in her wide open eyes and teeth mark covered breasts told a story of cold blooded torture, rape and murder.


The innards of her body spewed out like a macabre curtain made out of flesh and viscera, bloody globs of small intestines draped over what appears to be her intact uterus and ovaries, while her liver and kidneys were jutting out of her body like ripen fruits ready tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.