Please read the first one before this one. It won't make sense otherwise.

MALE ROLLOUT
As demand for farmed children increased, sourcing semen became difficult and expensive. After public criticism of the government selling semen to private human farms, we had essentially no legal way to obtain sperm. As our supply department dipped into the grey market, we began to look for an alternative solution. The senior board eventually elected to begin farming men for semen. The research and development team got to work.

DEVELOPMENT
The main issue was that semen naturally takes time to be produced and to mature. It takes seven days for a human male to be at capacity, and it can take longer for the semen to be mature enough to store. The solution was pharmaceutically administered follicle stimulating hormone to catalyze sperm production, as well as physical stimulation of the reproductive system.

PROTOTYPE
All female breeding units were designated as “A” (A1, A29, etc). We acquired Eric, herein BP (B prototype), for the first trial of the new sperm harvesting program. BP is a tall and slim white man. He is well toned but is not especially bulky. His genitals are very healthy. His penis is six inches long and average in girth, and his testacles are slightly large for a man of his build. He is an excellent candidate, but given that he is the first attempt at installing a male into the farm, he may not survive.

RECEPTION
Preparing BP for installation will be similar to how women are prepared. First, he is stripped completely naked and taken to the operating theater, where he is tied down like any other unit. First, his genitals are precisely measured. His scrotum is then injected with Serum 226, an experimental drug to increase sperm production. His muscles begin to spasm. Fortunately, he is secured well enough that by the time he stops spazzing, he is still secured. The spasm is noted as a side effect. He is administered a general anesthetic and open surgery begins. His liver is removed to implant the hormone regulator, but his kidneys are also removed. This is to ensure that they will not be ruptured in the process of his installation and service. They will not be needed anyway, as the farming pad will be able to perform the duties of his urinary system. He is sealed again and moved from a lying down position to a seated position. His head is shaved bald and neurosurgery is performed to chemically enhancPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

From my stories in "Bad Magic: Petrification, Transformation, Immortality", some are a part of the same system. And this Nina thing has basically turned into a series. So I decided to make a story group for it, and post all I've got (because I just made a new chapter).

https://cuteandhurting.deviantart.com/gallery/66414378/Magical-Nina-and-Friends

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/CuteAndHurting/21698/Bad-Magic-Petrification-Transformation-Immortality

Vacuum Fairy

Vaky is a fairy. She likes to clean people’s homes when they aren’t at home. Many homes have lately been cleaned mysteriously, nobody knowing there’s a good fairy with good intentions doing that to them. Even witches and wizards didn’t know that little Vaky existed!

Vaky would always carry her little vacuum cleaner with her.

***

“Nina!” Yelled Ana with tears in her eyes. Ana was a 12 year old Bosnian blondie from Sarajevo. She was running away from someone.
“Ana!” Said Nina. Nina was a chin-length brunette and Ana’s classmate.
“Nina, please help me!”
“What’s wrong?! You’re scaring me!”
“Cops are after me…”
“WHAT?!”
“Please, just listen! They caught me trying to smoke. They took a picture of me. They want to take me to my parents!”
“It’s just that? Jesus… You scared me so much…”
“My parents are going to take my new cellphone away from me! Please, Nina, help me! They are looking for me!”
“And what can I do?”

“You…” Ana calmed down and kept her voice quiet. “You do magic… right?”
“Uhh… Be quiet…”
“Please, do something… Turn me into a frog or something…”
“I don’t think you’d like that.”
“I will do anything, just please! They don’t know my name, all I need to do is hide for a day!”

Nina was in a secret family of wizards. Only her best friend Ana knew the secret. Naturally to a magician, when Ana offered to be transformed, Nina could barely resist. Although she knew it could be a bad idea.

Nobody was around, so Nina started chanting. Ana stood still, listening to Nina speaking all those words in a mysterious language, waving her hanPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This is my first attempt, so I'm not sure about the quality.

Hinata inn Slave Dorms Chapter 1.

Kaolla hopped along the pavement on her single bare foot. It was awkward and tiring but she didn't really have a choice. She felt every single bystander's eyes on her, even with her head held down in shame. The young Indian girl's body was bare, she was wearing only a heavy gold bangle on her ankle and a steel slave collar on her neck. Her right arm was amputated a bit below her shoulder, ending in a wrinkled short stump. Her left arm ended a few inches below her elbow with a similarly scarred round stump, she had her elbow slightly bent forward as she hopped. The leg she had lost, the left one, was amputated mid-thigh, the stitch marks from the amputation run across both the stump's tip and the inner side of her residual leg. Her left eye was missing leaving her with an empty eye socket, she couldn't close it since the eyelids were also removed. Who could blame anyone for staring at her? She could hear most of them whisper and some not even bothering to hide what a huge spectacle she was.

''Whoah, look at that slave girl!''

''Three stumps? What'd she do?''

''She's still good for a footjob though.''

''Is she also missing an eye? Damn.''

Of course she expected those kind of reactions, but actually hearing them out made her want to die out of humiliation on the spot. But she had to keep hopping around town for at least twenty more minutes, if she wanted to keep her remaining limb and one good eye.

Though she was used to going barefoot before her amputations, the sole of her foot wasn't that used to the rough surface of the pavement. But that was just a minor physical discomfort, with each hop her poorly healed stumps bounced and jiggled, earning her sharp jolts of pain. A stream of tears runs down Kaolla's right cheek as she chokes back a sob.

'I have to continue. I have to. I don't want to lose my only limb, I don't, I don't. '

Some agonizing and humiliating minutes later, Kaolla was done with her forced self exposure and arrived at the steps of the Hinata inn. One by one, she slowly started hopping up the steps with uncertain and wobbly movements, made worse by her current fatigue and anxiety. As she's nearing the last step, she loses her balance and falls face first on the cobblestones. Momentarily forgetting that she Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

I have been looking for a story that used to be on here. It was called "The Message" it was about a girl that was kidnapped by the mafia as a message to her dad. Anyone have it?

Quite a few years ago, I wrote a little novel for the Dolcett Girls Forum. I never really published it, mainly because I thought I'd polish it up and sell it. But, life changed and that really isn't an option anymore. Amazon and Smashwords won't accept snuff and I'm thinking a book with throwing someone in a grinder and live spitting might not be an option for anything besides print.

I haven't really looked at this for years, so I'm going to go over it as I post.

This has a lot of scenes: cannibalism (given the Dolcett title), lesbians, lots of blood, castration, hanging, spitting, rape, true love, and general fucked-over sexiness that I like writing.

Please, comment and enjoy.

It was late at night when little Lizzy began to stirr in her bed, roused from her dreams by a familiar pang in her bladder. She groaned and shifted in her bed, partially awake and aware of her growing need to pee, but not quite ready to get out of bed. For a moment, she considered just letting it loose right then and there, the bathroom was cold and she was sleepy...but at 9 years old her parents made it very clear to her that she was getting way to old to still be wetting the bed...no matter how much she swore it was an 'accident'.

Finally Lizzy gave in to her better judgement and pulled away the sheets, sitting upright and sleepily rubbing her eyes. She wore a light green pair of cotton Pajamas as well as green and white striped socks on her little feet, the soles greyed from a days worth of playing. She sat there for a moment, not quite free of sleeps grasp, yet another pang in her bladder made certain to remind her of ever more urgent need for a toilet. The 9 year old swung her legs over the bed and scootched to the edge, droopping down to the floor before walking to her door.

With a twist of the knob she pulled her door open...and was greeted by a wretchedly dark and forboding hallway. The typically familiar Hallway out of her room seemed to have been swallowed up by the night. She swore it was darker than she had ever seen it. A sharp chill went down her spine causing the little girl to quiver as her heart was gripped with a sudden fear. A small tinkle of pee loosed into her panties, soaking the fabric with a tiny fear squirt.

Lizzy quickly slammed her door shut, her heart pounding as her young mind filled with all the possible terrors that lurked in that inperceptable void that was once her hallway. Her little cooch was already wet and warm with fresh urine, yet she was far from what she would consider peeing herself, still her pladder was now throbbing and the odd pangs were becoming more frequent

[Grimm] Soul Calibur: Temple of the Dark Gods [2014]
Tags: Gore, Death Dismemberment, mf/fm/ff.

The towering fortress rose up like a spear of darkness into the Blood red sky. Taki looked to her left and right, surveying her companions, hoping they would be ready for the battle to come. On her left stood Siegfried and Cassandra; a brave knight from Germany who once wielded the Soul Edge, and a young warrior-woman from Greece destined to help destroy the evil blade. On her right was Seung-Mina and Ivy. The first a young girl with a heart of gold who had traveled from Asia to fight against darkness, the second a Noblewoman who's fate was somehow linked to the evil sword.

"Let's go" she said, and with that the group of warriors began their march toward the gates unsure of their fate, but certain of one thing, if they failed to stop the spread of evil that the legendary sword unleashed, the entire world would be consumed by violence and evil.

Their first obstacle was a band of mercenary soldiers guarding the gate. Normally the odds would not be in the favor of a small group of 5 against 30 trained fighters, but each of Taki's companions was a veteran of countless battles, each worth at least 100 soldiers. Within minutes the battle was over. Severed limbs and broken bodies now lay in heaps before the heavy wooden gates. Siegfried picked up a battle axe from one of the fallen, and made his way to the gate, ready to force their entry, but as he approached, the gate swung open on it's own.

Part 1: The fall of Seung Mina

The door opened to reveal a large entry chamber, the floor and walls bare of any decoration with the macabre exception of a dark stain across the floor. A flight of stone steps led up across from the entryway, and to the left and right were hallways which led off into darkness.

The silence that had greeted the companions was suddenly broken by a woman's pitiful cry "Oh god! Someone please help me!" The voice screamed from somewhere above them. Without hesitation Cassandra and Taki charged forward towards the stairs. Siegfried and Ivy each spread out and began to survey the entry hall. Seung Mina stood her ground in the center of the room, unsure of where to proceed. She took a hesitant step forward, intending to follow Taki and Cassandra, when the air in front of her began to ripple. Before she could step back their was a flash of bright red light, and a sound like a thunderclaPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hello, I was looking for torture of feet and found this form by accident. I looked at the stories of torture and cannibalism of our feet that really makes me excited. I'm a transsexual. I would love for you to write a story about my feet. My name is Bruna. Thank you my love, kisses.

here are some photos of my feet


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Cracking open a cold one with the boys - Part One

Antonia pulled up on the drive and stepped out of her car, tugging the hem of her sun-dress back down her thick thighs as she did so. Walking up to the door she felt acutely conscious of how heavy with milk her enormous breasts felt, painfully bouncing from side to side with each along the path. She quickly checked her nipples had leaked any milk into her dress and satisfied hang the bell.

After a few moments a woman appeared to answer the door, greeting her with a warm smile. Antonia took in the delicate wrinkles around her eyes and realised with shock this might be the oldest woman she'd ever met, perhaps as old as 50!

“Hello, is it Antonia?”
“Yes, that's right. The agency said you need a child attendant for the afternoon?”
“Wonderful, yes, your right on time, please come in. You can put your bag on the side there.”

The woman introduced herself as Patrician, and lead her into a large and gorgeously outfitted kitchen. From the huge double-ovens, chrome appliances to the special climate controlled cabinets with premium cured thighs hung in them, Antonia could only marvel at the style and elegance displayed. It was slightly goggling to think of a family that ate so much breast meat they needed their own frap-maker.

“I got my papers today and have to report to the processing plant for harvesting immediately - I've actually started my menopause you know, so no point try forestall the inevitable any further. The boy’s Father has been away on business, won't be back till 5pm tonight, so we need someone to attend to their needs until then. Let me call them through to introduce you.”
Patricia pulled open the large friend doors, admitting both a blast of the summer heat and the sounds of boisterous play.

“Harvey! Oscar! Luke! Come to the kitchen boys!”
Within moments three boys came tearing across the large garden lawn, hurdling discarded toys and flower beds. They skittered to a halt on the patio, breathing hard.

“Boys, this is Antonia, she'll be attending to anything you need until your Father comes home. He will get back at 5pm, so she needs to last you until then. I'm reporting for processing, I've arranged for my cuts to be delivered tonight so remind your Father, I don't want him just ordering take-out.”

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Sarah awoke. The first thing she noticed was her incapability to move. As her eyes adjusted and the fog cleared, she looked around groggily. She couldn’t see more than, say, ten feet ahead of her before darkness overtook the fluorescent, flickering light above her. As her hearing cleared, she heard a… distant buzzing? She couldn’t quite tell if it was distant or if she hadn’t fully recovered from what happened.

What had happened? The last thing she remembered before passing out was a masked man and her…

And her sister. Quickly she turned her head to the right. Nothing. Then the left. And, just as she thought, there was her sister. Shoulder-length orange hair, facial structure similar to Sarah’s. Chloe and Sarah were attractive girls, large breasts and asses, nice bodies (despite Sarah being significantly skinnier in the stomach area.) But something was wrong here. In Sarah’s foggy vision, she didn’t quite comprehend what was happening, but as she focused she noticed Chloe’s naked chest. No, naked body. Entirely naked. Sarah was naked too, she now noticed. Her long, brown hair was draping on her nude shoulders. Blood. There was blood dripping down her shoulders. There were oversized, rusty nails digging into the soft flesh of Sarah’s shoulders-- Chloe’s too. As she noticed the metal ripping into her skin she began feeling a sharp, sore pain. Not just in her shoulders, but her hands and shins too. She was pinned up against the wall, entirely naked, hands placed on either side of her head and legs spread slightly. In the moment she was confused, especially when her sense of sound started coming into play. She heard crying-- sobbing. Her sisters sobbing. Deep, pained gasps and hollow breaths. In a haze, Sarah looked over at Chloe, her hair orange and beautiful. Sure enough, tears flowed down her face. Chloe moved her head to look at Sarah, pressing her face against the wall. Her face was red and eyes puffy. Above the sound of Chloe’s tears was something else, Sarah realized. A sort of… buzzing sound. Sarah’s face turned to a look of confusion as Chloe mouthed something to her.

Then, a searing pain in Sarah’s right leg. A blinding, horrible pain that seemed to be slicing through the flesh. Sarah let out a pained scream before looking down. Drool dribbled from the side of her mouth, where the skin was pulled tight in her screams. A spinning, circular buzzsaw was humming loudly and ripping through the fat on Sarah’s calves. TearsPost too long. Click here to view the full text.