Cyber Six

Adjusting her glasses, a tall and lithe blonde with stringy hair--parted to one side with the bangs bouncing off her cheek--walks confidently along the street to her apartment, glad to be away from the office for the day and nearer to home; but for no simple reason of relief from the stress and grind of office work, but for another, wholly selfish and carnal reason. As she turns a corner onto her street, feet carrying her absent-mindedly along her daily routine, her mind wanders already to what awaits in her innermost sanctum, at the computer tucked away in a small nook of her study: Sector X, that private and unmoderated region of virtual cyberspace built for deviants just such as she. Already the door is locked behind her, and already her clothes are off, the loose, buttoned-up pant suit gone in favor of a lively number meant for bedroom viewing; and in only a moment she's plugged into the cyber world, her virtual reality goggles displaying the welcome screen just long enough to make her impatient.

Log in, she selects, and her next selection is the script she wrote for accessing the backdoor to Sector X, complete with her custom configuration settings. Tapping a finger with a sigh, she waits until the view changes before relaxing, sinking down into her chair as the interface takes hold, allowing her total control over her avatar as its classical senses and limbs flare to life in her mind; and she's in. Here, in Sector X, she is without her glasses, without her neatly-pressed suit, and without her well-kept hair; here, her hair is voluminous and flowing, and her suit replaced by a taut, black leather catsuit that accentuates all her womanly curves, its form pressing tightly down and lifting her full, round breasts up to greet her eager admirers, with a crotchless groin and holes over her erect nipples. The street around her is busy already with passers-by--an abundance of persons from nationalities near and far--each strolling about or stopped for an early evening rendezvous, some arm-in-arm with their partners, and some already publicly copulating, giving no care to the eyes watching them in passing. The moans and grunts of the lovers are immediately exciting, and she licks dry lips in anticipation of her own pleasure to come.

It is a fantasy life she lives here, where she and her partners can explore all the erotic and taboo carnal pleasures denied in the real world, with all of the exquisite joPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Requested repost of Final Fantasy Snuff Story by M.

Day One

Tifa woke up. She slowly rose, and she realized she wasn't at home. A memory surfaced - of a stranger that offered to show her a way to bring Aerith back.
She was in a room without windows, and instead of one of the walls there were iron bars. There was some light coming from there, but the whole room had a mysterious glow that made everything perfectly visible. The only furniture was the bed she was lying on.
Tifa realized something else - she was nude! She felt her nipples harden from the cold. She walked to the entrance so she could see what was outside. It was a circular area covered with sand, and on the perimeter of it there stood 15 more cells like hers in regular. Beyond it were cold stone walls, giving the place an unfriendly feel.
She wondered if there were other girls in them. Then she scolded herself - if there were name plaques on rooms, then there must be other prisoners in them. She looked around trying to make out who was imprisoned with her. She had trouble reading the ones turn her from her, but she managed to do it.
She read following names: Terra, Celes, Garnet, Lightning, Rinoa, Serah, Selphie, Rydia, Aerith, Cissnei, Rosa, Vanille, Yuna, Ashe and Lenna.
Tifa realised the stranger was telling the truth. Aerith was in there, so maybe she could bring her back. She tried to look if she was really there, but she couldn't see through the bars.
Suddenly, a deep Voice sounded out: „Welcome to my arena. You will battle in duels to death until only one of you survives.” The voice sounded familiar to her, like that stranger but not completely similar.
„Today, only weapons are allowed. No magic or summons, no animals helping. Only weapons I will give you.”
Tifa suddenly became more nervous, as the only weapon she could use were hand knuckles, and that was hardly a match for anything if it was used by a professional.
“And now, our first fight - Celes Chere, formerly an imperial general turned rogue, will fight Yuna, a summoner from the world of Spira.”
Tifa could see two cells opening. She had seen one naked girl coming from the cell on her left and another one leaving the cell on the far side of the ring, opposite the cell the other girl left. It looked that all the girls were naked, and that thought make her even more nervous. What kind of a pervert locks 16 nude girls and orders them to fight to death?
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Adele’s Ascension to Hell
by Regis


Adele leaned forward, her black bangs swinging in time with her ample breasts as she laced up her black leather spike-heeled boots. Those and the narrow, tiny tightly laced black leather girdle around her waist were her only costume. She wore decadent inch-and-a-half long eyelashes, and her lips were a rich red to contrast with the gleaming black of her luxurious hair and the polished leather of her boots and mini-girdle.

The lacing was on the outside of her legs, from the ankle right up to the flare six inches above her knees. The low point on her girdle was at the center of her back, and the sides curved up to a large chromed ring above her sternum, so that all it squeezed was her ribs.

The girdle's lacing was on her sides rather than up the back, and it was pulled so tight that the narrow strands of black leather thong dug deeply into her sides, bulging severely what could never be considered excessive flesh. The garment was impractical and uncomfortable, but it looked outrageous, which was its sole purpose.

The top edge of the minimal confining support garment consisted of two curved formed pieces of the same black leather as was used for the small back and front panels, that provocatively lifted while
not in the least obscuring her outstanding mammaries. Adele's beautiful long hair was brushed to the point that it shone as if oiled, and it was severely pulled back and tied in a tight bun in the rear, leaving her pretty ears, shapely neck and petite head fully displayed.

She was strikingly beautiful, and her insolent yet innocent sweet face, flamboyantly displayed impressive body and flagrantly exposed genitalia made the perfect contrast. She was perfect for both her contrasting roles she had chosen for her life. Adele was in every respect a total knockout!

By day the gorgeous 28-year-old was a successful account manager for a large Houston advertising agency. She attributed her high level of success in sales to the timely use of the red leather couch in her private office to close lucrative deals with wealthy clients. Her face, body, posture, clothing and attitude drew customers in, and clients to the man found her gripping vagina irresistible.

Only she knew that the quart-sized decorative German pewter beer stein with the silver lid sitting on her desk was more than half filled with the semen she had drained from Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

1 Bitch's Pimp
by Regis


Hey there! My name’s Jeb. I gotta say right at the outset that these randy young big-boobied bitches on my string all makes their own trouble. Ya can’t blame none of it on me! By actin’ hot, now they’s in the big City of Omaha, like they never done at home, like with spike heels, total short skirts and frilly blouses with all that cleavage an’ tit-meat showin’, wigglin’ their asses when the walks, they makes it likely for the tough extreme treatment they gets on the job to happen to ‘em, rough as it is.

None of these young girls I collects has ever been to a real City like Omaha; they’re either Iowa or Nebraska innocent young small town or even farm babies. They knows shit about sex; alls they ever got was fucked in the hay pile in their daddy’s barn by some young fuckin’ farm boys. Alls I does is gets ‘em the special jobs in the first place, linen’ them up with guys what wants somethin’ special, the kinky kind of dudes who needs to have their way with young cunts, do anythin’ to, the customers I can charge a lot extra so they can mess bitches up.

I got the market cornered, ‘cause other agents of girls don’t want their string hurt, where for me it don’t matter much, if I can get a good price for them, an’ there’s always more showin’ up every fuckin’ day. Regular whores won’t have nothin’ ta do with the guys I deals with, but these young bimbos don’t know nothin’ about that. I makes my money from jes’ bein’ their fuckin’ agent, and don’t tell ‘em nothin’ about risks or nothin’ that ain’t their business anyways.

I means, everybody knows farm girls all fuck like little pigs anyway, so the way I figure it, we otta harness all that kinda natural instincts an’ at the same time tuck away some good loot. Its not like I planned that kinda trouble for ‘em or nothin’, ‘cause it all comes to ‘em because of the way they wiggles their hot chubby asses and tits like ya sees hot young farm girls doin’, but putin’ that aside as a explanation, all ya needs ta do is jes’ listen up and learn.

Like for example, let me tell you about these two young cunts I collected just a coupla weeks ago, an’ what came of ‘em. Ain’t these great shots of ‘em? Jes’ look at them pretty cunts an’ bouncin’ boobies I got ‘em to show ta my camera! Once I got their pretty cunts an’ armpits shaved clean they looked as slick as babies an’ ready for hot action, like all girls should look like.

I done picked upPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I wrote this this morning on a whim because we need more HP
(1/4)
A Different Kind of Stuffing
To say the last place the golden trio had expected to be was on their knees for an audience with the dark lord would have been a lie. Having been captured during a skirmish in a town on the outskirts of muggle London, they’d expected this moment for quite some time in fact. Lightly bound both physically and magically the dark lord rose to address them.

“Harry Potter and his troupe of a mudblood and blood traitor.” The dark lord sneered. “I shall be up front and honest with you, not one of you will leave this room alive today. Additionally, most assuredly, your death’s will neither be quick nor summary. Rather, a few of my death eaters have requested a few creative outcomes for your timely demise. WORMTAIL!”

“Yes, master?” Pettigrew, slinked in from the shadows.

“I believe we’ll start with you.”

“Of course, thank you master.”

“Have you prepared yourself?”

“Yes, my lord, Bellatrix ensured I got the Gemi-“,

“Tut tut, Wormtail, let them anticipate.”

“…everything correct.”

“Excellent, and so as not to ruin the surprise my dear little sacrificial lambs, let us begin.” With a flourish of his wand Hermione was drug towards the pair of dark wizards, eliciting an uproar of cries and curses from the trio anew. Hermione struggled fiercely, the dark lord’s wand trained on her wearing her down until her struggles were reduced to weak jerks. Finally, she knelt before the pair, exhausted and a feral glare in her eyes. With a hissing laugh the dark lord regarded her, and if not for her obvious inferior lineage, and general do-gooder attitude he might even have seen promise in her.

“Just look at that Wormtail, see that ferocity, she could have been Harry’s own little Bellatrix, don’t you think so?”

“I, uh, yes master, I can see the very faintest of resemblance.”

“Me too, though best keep that little tidbit to ourselves, yes? And prepare yourself wormtail I’m most excited to see the outcome of your devious plan.”

“Yes master.” Wormtail quickly undid his belt and trousers, and then grabbed Hermione’s jaw harshly trying to open her mouth.

“Fuck you, you bloody cretin. Get your hands off of me!” Hermione renewed her struggles.

“A little assistance Wormtail?” With a little jolt of Voldemort’Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

This story is horror fiction and describes what happens to a pretty
camp counselor after treating her girls like crap one too many times. It is vulgar and very graphic. Procede at your own risk.

Meg was the prettiest counselor at Camp Chippewa. She stood 5'8" and had beautiful brown hair and eyes. Her skin was lightly tanned and didn't have a mark or blemish on her entire body. She was perfect from head to toe, and she knew it. She had an arrogant attitude and treated her less popular kids like crap. She was hated by many at the camp, but her beauty kept all the guys drooling.

She was just 18 years old and worked at the camp to save up money for college.

"Clean up this mess, you little cunts," Meg yelled at the girls in her
cabin while they slept.

The girls got up and hurriedly cleaned up their clothes, despite the
fact it was only 5 in the morning.

"I've got a little surprise for you," Meg laughed with an evil grin on
her face. "Since I can't sleep, I decided I'd give you girls a little
project, something you'll need to learn when your older and jealous of girls as pretty as me."

A couple of the girls in the cabin, Suzy, Amanda, and Julie, spoke up. They were all junior high age. Suzy looked at Meg's pretty brown eyes defiantly. "You can't do this to us. We didn't come to camp to be treated like shit."

The other girls looked confused, not knowing whether to join Suzy or not. Amanda and Julie eventually stood by her side and stared at Meg.

"Oh yeah, got a problem, want to bitch? Go ahead and tell Greg," Meg replied.

Suzy thought for a moment and then rolled her eyes. Greg was the head counselor and he was obsessed with Meg. He had sex with her at night after the girls went to sleep. He let Meg do whatever she wanted.

"That's what I thought, Suzy," Meg said.

Meg laid down on a bed in the cabin and looked around. It was still
dark outside. She put her hands behind her head. "Alright, who here knows how to give a good pedicure? Amanda, why don't you take off my shoes and socks, will ya?"

Little did Meg know that Amanda actually had a lesbian crush on her and a foot fetish. She had stared at Meg's peds many times, trying not to be noticed. Meg had exceptional feet- long, nicely tanned with creamy white bottoms, high arches, butter soft heels, and perfect toes, all aligned nicely. She could have been a foot model.

"OK, Meg. That's not so bad." Meg sat dPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Synopsis: Dima has feelings for the village heart-throb, but with one complication: this person has been branded a traitor. Will there be justice? SHORT STORY - COMPLETE

Introduction: Hi, this is my first story ever on this forum. I hope you enjoy--honest feedback is appreciated. Contents: M/M, violence, sexual torture. Don't want to give too much away, so I'll leave it at that.

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Misha the Traitor

Mikhail was a gorgeous young man. I thought so. Hell, the whole village did. It was unusual given the ravages of civil war that our region had experienced. The tentative peace, but lack of aid from neighboring countries meant that nearly all of us were impoverished and starving. We were alone. However, as structured as life can be here, I’d like to think the system our elders have established is a just one.

Mikhail was an uncommon gem. His skin and hair had a smooth luster to it, and his arms and chest were defined even. He had a kind face, and when he smiled his freckles were the most of a blemish on him. His toned body had a health and vigor to it that was unnatural indeed. Yeah, you guessed it, I was obsessed.

The thing about Mikhail (I called him Misha in our familiarity), is that he just didn’t fit in. A majority of the men wanted him, and just about any married woman was suspicious or resentful of him. However, Misha hadn’t expressed any interest in anyone, though his cheeks gained a reddish hue at the topic of courting.

I wish I could gauge how he felt.

Anyway, it was during a month of traditional fasting, a time when everyone tends to get a bit edgy, that Misha was outed. I must say, it came as a surprise to all of us. I had seen him stepping out of his home without a flame, but the harvest moon was so full that night he didn’t have need of it. He had an air of caution about him, and was heading away from our watchtowers. He couldn’t have been scheduled for lookout. I casually mentioned this to the our mates in the duty section next door, who were still awake. The guys found it strange enough that they insisted we follow him. Our search ended near the deserted grain-shed at the border, where we heard muffled noises radiating outside.

Zeke, the most stealthy among us, was nominated to investigate. He cracked the door just enough to where from yards away, where we hid in the brush, only a sliver of light was showing. He rushed back to us quickly, tripping over Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Story by MackieMesser:

I picked her for her beauty, this sweet looking little child, this 12 years old girl. Life was ahead of her and I was about to rip it apart for my own personal sexual pleasure. The most arousing thing that I could think of in my life, is using a young female preteen child in order to fulfill the raging lust fantasy of a grown man for murder and rape. That's what I am, a grown man lurking for a sweet little girl to undo.

She laid there in my lair, a scheduled little shack in the middle of nowhere. Capturing her wasn't an easy task, but here she was, at my mercy. Mercy? I wouldn't have any for her. I was resigned to consider her as meat for my own enjoyment. All her feels and all of her dreams would soon vanish with her bloody death. I was going to murder her, I was going to rip everything out of her.

She was a 4 foot 7 brunette with brown eyes, and pale rosy skin. I could read the fear into her eyes. She was looking with her petrified, watery eyes at the face of her antichrist, the man who would ruin and degradate her. Her rosy skin was arousing me, I could literally see the blood that I was going to spill, her translucent skin was showing me her veins that I was about to tear into. She was tied and gagged on a bed; the light was very bright, and a snowstorm raged outside. Her chest was moving in rhythm from up and down, her tiny budding breasts being obvious to my sight. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, with pink little girl's nipple on top.

I started fondling her nipples, pinching and massaging them. They became erect, and I put my mouth on them, since I couldn't help it while looking directly into her eyes. A grown man nursing on the nipple of a child. I started sucking and nibbling on her preteen nipple, licking every inch of budding womanhood on this child's body. She started moaning a little, her nipple were fully erect and wet. I then looked at her private parts, her sweet little preteen pussy. She had a very sexy little outtie, her clit was erect.

I opened her slit with my hand, she moaned again, I couldn't tell if it was a moan of terror, a moan of pleasure; or both. I looked carefully into the hole of this soon to be woman, gazing at the pinkness and the texture of her insides. The skin on her tied arms and legs were smooth; her fingers and hands were slim; and her toes and feet were broad. I gently massaged every arousing part of her being, hands, breasts, legs, armPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

My real life story (from an alternative universe)

Synopsis
Ch1
Hi There
I am Jeremy, 36 & this is my true story that occurred in an alternate universe.
I 1st met Alison when she way 19 in the noughties at a Goth/Fetish club in Sydney. We were both uni students, I was studying computer science & she was an arts French history major on a student visa from the USA.
We really hit it off both having very compatible tastes in music fashion & kinks. My thing is, having a very tiny prick (I’m hesitant to call it a cock) & being exposed to hard core porn at an early age working in my father’s video shop where I was required at 13 to serve perverts their wank material, that I was introduced to fisting. It was a golden age of porn flic called Candy Stripers that had me hooked, seeing women take 1 & 2 hands in their pussies, convinced me I could pleasure them that way. I first fisted someone at 17 & being curious as to how it felt took my 1st at 18 from a woman.
For the next few years I searched for the perfect woman for me, often having to compromise with big toys & hooker’s hands.
So, after Alison & I got to know each other, we were hanging out at my place where she stumbled upon my huge collection of VHS fisting vids. It wasn’t all fisting, but the bulk was. I probably have the largest collection in the southern hemisphere. She confessed to me how much she loved this shit. We got to talking about it a lot, I told her everything & she told me when she was 14 she had a kid that tore her during birth so her cunt was never tight again & only fists & more could make her cum.
We became best friends & lovers but we still both liked playing with others & shared everything. Alison decided she wanted to stay in Australia when her visa was coming to an end so we got married in a small ceremony for family that from her side only her brother came over for the wedding (there was another ceremony for friends but that is another story). She hadn’t spoken to her parents for years, them from being very strict southern sect and did not approve of the marriage.
After graduation Alison moved into academia and teaching I join the intelligence community where I became a specialist in cyber warfare which would often have many away from home for extended periods.
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I decided to make a thread for my stories that are too short for their own thread.

This first one is a a Danganronpa: Ultra Despair Girls story. At one point, the two playable characters are put into a battle against each other. It's heavily implied that Toko's holding back during the fight, so the idea of a story when she didn't came naturally. I tried to stay true to the game, with most of the dialogue taken from what the girls say during the battle.

Komaru Loses a Fight (F, slashing, debreasting, snuff)

“Guess there’s no other way… by force if I have to…” Toko Fukawa commented with a note of sadness.

“…Force?” Komaru Naegi repeated, not understanding what the other girl meant. She understood when Toko moved her stun gun to her head, and shocked herself. Komaru had seen the transformation into Genocider Jack enough times recently, so she knew what was coming. Still, she wasn’t expecting that Toko would attack her.

Genocider opened her eyes, and looked at the girl opposite her. Toko had been travelling with her for the past few days, and she even began to like the girl a bit. Still, she knew what she had to do.

“Gotta kiiill! Kill kill kill kill! I got no choice, I gotta start slicin’!” She screamed with a deadly laugh as she took her sc issors out of the holsters on her legs.

“Toko!?” Komaru cried out, terrified.

“If you don’t get serious, I’m seriously gonna kill ya!” – Genocider Jack commented as she started running towards Komaru.

„Stop it already, Toko!” – Komaru screamed as she turned back and ran towards the entrance to the Shrine.

“I won’t let you escape, Komaru Naegi… It would be troublesome if you didn’t play your role.” The Servant’s voice told her what she was already expecting – that the entrance to the shrine was locked now.

Toko got to her, and started slicing away. With a few quick slices, Komaru’s white shirt was completely destroyed, and it fell to the ground in shreds. It also gave her a few cuts, but nothing really dangerous yet. Komaru rolled away and started running in the opposite direction, while begging for Toko to stop doing this. ”What are you doing? Stop!”

As Komaru ran, suddenly Jack jumped over her and landed on one of the lanterns. A battery for her stun gun appeared there. She switched it in, then shocked herself again.

“If Future Foundation made that stun gun, then my Post too long. Click here to view the full text.