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Garrus' Big Score

The bar was alive with music and sound as Garrus drank his third skyllian ale. He was between missions, and having the time of his life bragging about his work to all comers.

"It's true!" Garrus asserted. "I've programmed in an automatic de-cunting subroutine into my omniblade. Works on any humanoid female; you just punch up between her thighs and it cores right through through her. Takes her filet right out, every time. I even calibrated it to cut through any armor on the market."

"Bull-shit." Came a response from down the bar. It was a human. A female human. A marine judging by her armor. A hulking blonde with her hair trimmed short, she cut an intimidating figure fully kitted out in her gear. "There's no way you managed something like that. Even if you did manage to program an automatic cunt corer, there's no way you manged to get that dinky little Sirta Chameleon omni-tool on your arm to cut through Alliance military-grade armor."

"Hah! Not only did I do it, but it works! I've been using it as a finishing move and I've been eating a whole lot of pussy steak because of it."

The marine scoffed. "You're lying through your goddamn mandibles. I bet there's no way that that dinky little tool of yours can cut through my armor!"

Garrus looked the woman over. "Is that a bet?"

"You're damn right that's a bet, and when you fail? My squad gets to use you as target practice. Johnson's shots have been veering left, and I haven't gotten to shoot a Turian in years!"

"And what do I get if I win?" Garrus asked feigning nervousness.

"You're not gonna win, but if you do somehow manage to back your bullshit and manage to cut through this armor and core out my cunt you can keep it." The alliance marine was confident. The Turian in front of her was blowing hot air. There way no way that he could get a Sirta Chameleon to do what he was bragging his could do.

"Then it's a bet," Garrus agreed. "Just gimme a minute to check my calibrations." Garrus replies.

"Take all the time you need, bulls-eye," the marine laughed, confident in her armor. "At the end of the day I'll still be here and you'll be target practice!"

Garrus began fiddling with his omnitool. He didn't need to, but it never hurt to double check. He could see the marine's eyes light up as he passed the 30 second mark tinkering with his omnitool. She was sure of her victorPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This story is about Eva La Fey, she is a 23 year old young adult, this story will tell her how she became like this.


Eva is 6 years old half asian and half caucasian girl with a lot of behavior problems like hitting and picking on other kids and not behaving to social rules, wearing only black panties and a black short yukata with flowers on it because she cant pay better clothes, she is a orphan and lives in a orphanage in the east asian mega city, That city is build up from hongkong to beijing to seoul to tokyo. The mega city is so big that they even closed the sea between the cities to build more houses. Eva her orphanage is in the kabukicho district. The streets are flooded with prositutes, street kids, sex offenders, gang members, mafia. Kabukicho is famous for the redlight district, soap massages, hostess bars, geisha schools and houses, love hotels, cosplay cafes and a lot more, now a days is prostitution legal in the city so there are also a lot of brothels and stripclubs available a long with many internet cafes and sexshops. Eva is supposed to be taken care of by the orphanage but they only provide a sleeping place for the kids and some breakfast, the kids can walk in and out whenever they want between 00:00 AM and 8 AM, after 8 AM they are thrown out on the streets and cant come back before 00:00 AM. So like many Eva started doing jobs for the older girls and women that worked the district. getting supplies from the store like lube, condoms, food, drinks, smokes and medicine. She also did a lot of other things like reading and writing for some of the girls that couldnt do that, they never learned because they were to poor for school. A lot of the more educated girls like the geisha knew that Eva was a very smart girl so 1 of them told a man about Eva, he told her that she should send Eva over to him. The next day when Eva came to her she told her about the man and Eva went to him right away. She arrived at the destination, it was build like those old japanese houses with paper walls and tatami mats as a floor, only they used modern materials now. She ringed the bell and a man about 50 years old opened the door. "Hello little girl, you must be Eva, I am Mister Dimitrov"

Eva smiled to the man, "It's a pleasure to meet you sir" She said while taking a bow.

Dimitrov let her come inside and made some tea for both of them, they sit down at the table in his living room "Ok Eva, i heard a lot of good things about Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

He woke up dazed. Looking around the pale room, eyes heavy with distortion. Immediately his body recognized the horrible pain centered in his abdomen. Stretching his neck, he looked downward towards his chest and his feint breath died in his throat. His eye and neck muscles tensed and bulged as he fully realized his condition. His shallow breathing quickly escalating to short heavy huffs of air. His panic and terror was increasing rapidly. Tears began to form in his strained eyes, and he could feel the intense pressure in the back of his throat. A burning sensation began to ripple through his thoughts.

His body had been placed on a crude alter of an operating table. His hands bound with dusty moth riddled lace strips. His legs chained tightly to the operative table.
His wheezing chest cavity had been cut sloppily in large gash marks reminiscent of mortuary y-cuts. His sticky organs, littered in fragmented pieces of broken jagged ribcage, filled the cavernous orifice. Blood caked the prettily patterned bedding and coated his skin.
In the faint light that the room's small window provided, he could see the unmistakable shimmer of bright metallic glitter. Pink and sparkling. Reflecting dully, half covered in blood and hidden in the crevices of his chest. He could feel his blood draining from his body. He could hear it, had he listened closely enough. He closed his eyes and watched the familiar black swirls on the back of his eyelids.

His weak body. succumbing to infection, and blood loss. Slowly he felt the same slipping sensation that stole away his consciousness. He sputtered to breathe, hearing the rickety wet sounds his lungs must be producing.
And then he heard it.

The giggle.





It had indicated so much in it's short burst of intonation. High pitched and airy. Lithe and feminine.

The fear that gripped his muscles and forced his eyes to shut; now beckoned him to turn his head in both astonishment and curiosity towards the soft noise.
His eyes first rested on her small pouted mouth. She grinned a set of razor pearl razor teeth, and giggled lightly once more. Her hands gripped something soft and squishy, attached to bloodied cords of which he could not make out. She squeezed roughly.

He felt the tension and pressure from the long ligaments of flesh that attached him to that sticky piece she held. The burning of his skin, and the immense pressurePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

(This is a story I wrote when I was pissed off at my boyfriend. Needless to say unfortunately none of this could be enacted on his dumb body.)





She tore open his pale chest and dug her fingers into the soft gooey confines of it. His red and pink organs wrapped around her knuckles as she squeezed on them, her hands turning white from the strain she put against them. He cried and salted tears rolled down his face.

He looked towards her and begged her for a release into death. She kept him locked up against a large wooden constraint. The iron holdings grinding and cutting into the soft flesh of his wrists and ankles. He bled and his body was filthy. She did not bathe him, rather she preferred letting him sit in his own disgusting filth. Urine streamed down his legs as he pissed himself from the pain. It cleared out streaks of skin that had been previously caked in dirt and muck.

He cried pitifully, his head rolling around in his neck socket, trying to deter his brain from the stark realization of how she tortured him.
She was not loving, and she grabbed his face and forced him to look into her eyes as she hurt him. She looked at him with a merciless coldness. She did not speak a word while she did this to him.

He had initially began asking her why she would do these unspeakable things to him. They were once lovers, and she had given all of herself to him. He was foolish and disregarded the strides she took in trying to be what he wanted. She sacrificed herself and her morals and her interests for the sake of this man.
She tore into his heart and dug her fingernails deep in the thick organ casing. She has taken his ribs and forcefully cracked and broke them so she could have abetter view of his soft insides. She refused to talk and give this creature any hint of what she was thinking.
She had long since broken the binds he had kept around her soul. She cried for eons, waiting for him to turn into a person that was desirable, to no avail. She had been cut deep inside, and her brain furthered the disconnect she felt in regards to him.

She thought too much, and in this moment she released her grip on his heart and grabbed ahold of his long stringy stomach.

She pulled it out of his body and ripped it from the muscles and attachments. He cried and screamed in agonizing pain as she did this. His breathing was heavy and ragged, and his eyes had become dull Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Kimmy was a good girl. Every day she would wake up early, dress up in the prettiest outfits, then take a calm stroll through the local park. She was an absolute angel, so sweet and kind. She knew the names of everyone she passed by on her walks and would greet them cheerfully each and every morning. In turn, the passersby would greet her back, often complimenting her beaming smile or her cute outfit for the day. These little interactions made Kimmy very happy. Mornings like those were the most blissful times of Kimmy's life.

This particular morning, however, was the worst one of Kimmy's life. This morning, right before she was able to complete her lap around the park, a stranger jumped out of a van and dragged Kimmy inside. The person injected her with a syringe and knocked Kimmy out in seconds. The whole time, Kimmy tried as hard as she could to fight back. Kimmy had recognized the van, she knew what they wanted with her. As her mind slipped into unconsciousness, she prayed for mercy. There would be none of that for her.

Kimmy woke up with a start some time later. For Kimmy, it had felt like time had passed in an instant. One moment, she was being injected with some kind of drug, the next, she was wide awake in a totally different location, laying on what seemed like a hospital bed. To her shock and horror, Kimmy discovered she no longer had any arms or legs. She was little more than a torso and a head now, completely naked with her long blonde hair tied into a tight braid. Kimmy cried out in despair. Her life was ruined for good. She would never walk in the park again, she would never be able to put on cute clothes herself anymore. The perfect mornings she used to know were gone forever.

A nurse came in to calm Kimmy down. As Kimmy had expected, the nurse had a NBIS badge on her uniform. The National Breeding Initiative Sector. Then it was true, Kimmy had been chosen by the specialized governmental department to serve as a living cum-station. Kimmy had always heard of girls being taken by the NBIS in the middle of the day, but she had never expected that she would be one of them. Kimmy sobbed pathetically as she realized that she would be forced to sleep with dozens of men daily for years to come.

"All to combat the unprecedented population decline." That was the reasoning behind the cum-station program. Soon, Kimmy would be transported to a local brothel where she would spend the rest of her days getting impregnated Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

Tags: pedo, torture, consensual, cannibalism, incest


The quiet, almost too-timid knock on my study door was just loud enough to be audible. As I looked away from my laptop, the blond mop of my daughter's head poked in. In theory I was working, in reality I had been lost in my thoughts for the last few minutes over a problem with young Alison.

"Daddy, we need you to do something"
"I'm a little busy at the moment Joanna"
"Pleaaase Daddy, this will literally take 5 minutes"

There was giggling coming from behind her, clearly the 4 friends over for her sleep over where lurking nearby. I gave a slightly exaggerated sign and got out of my chair, as I joined them in the corridor it was to my surprise I found them all in various stages of undress.

My daughter Joanna was still wearing the top of the soft flannel pyjamas she had changed into earlier, but had discarded the bottoms, revealing her cute little bubble-butt and smooth 13 year old cuntlet, decorated with only a tiny tuft of public hair at the top of her slit.

Emma, her best friend, who was petite for a 14 year old was wearing a long penguin nightie, but had pulled it up over her shoulders so now it hung down her back from her neck, like a cloak with Her long auburn hair hanging over it. Her cunt and tits were similarly under-developed; both had that smooth puffyness that promised a girlish softness.

Krista, her little black friend, had lost her clothes completely. I discretely eyed up her slender form and the super-pert breasts which stuck out from her chest so prominently. There was a flash of silver between her legs and I realised with annoyance she had one of our bone handled spoons inserted into her fillet.

Chloe is a very sensible girl, the kind who does well at college and ends up in a career with a lottery exclusion, so for a moment I took her to be fully clothed. Then I realised the crotch of her pyjamas had been cut out to expose her cunt also. Well developed for a 13 years old, her lips glisened with excitement and were framed by a soft carpet of light fur.

Alison was still wearing the sleek purple silk baby-doll I recognised from previous sleep overs. At 16 (she had been held back a year) she was much more developed than the other girls, her large breasts were resting outside her lingerie, and crotch panel undone to reveal the smoothness of her shaven cunt.

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A man picks up a stranded hitchhiker, and soon finds out that she wants much more from him than just a lift.

The Hitchhiker

 The hitchhiker stood on the edge of the road, facing away from his slowly approaching car, with the thumb of one hand cocked out.

 He was quite surprised at this, as the road he was driving on was quite some distance off the main highways. They were so far out, in fact, that the road wasn't even paved. The packed shale, which was relatively smooth, gave way in places to bare and rough dirt, which was often rutted from the rains of the previous winter and spring. Really, the "road" barely qualified as one; trees and shrubs grew to within a few feet of its edge, and grass creeped right up to the sides, sometimes even springing up in between the wheel tracks themselves.

 That someone should be trying to hitch a ride out here, of all places, was unusual. Even more unusual, he noted, as his eyebrows raised up and his mouth dropped opened slightly in surprise, was the fact that the hitchhiker was a woman. Hell, she young enough that she was scarcely more than a girl.

 And, most surprising of all, she was utterly gorgeous.

 She was wearing only a pair of ragged, cut off jean shorts, with a white, short, and rather tight tank top, and a pair of small white tennis shoes. The outfit showcased her body well, which was all to the good, as far as he was concerned, because her body was fantastically proportioned. Her limbs were clean, long, and strong, with hints of toned muscle beneath smooth, tanned skin. Her waist, narrow and slim, was the perfect counterpoint to the flare of her hips and her full bottom, the lower portion of which was only barely covered by her snug shorts.

 Her long hair, which was a lovely shade of medium brown, fell in easy waves to her mid back. Even her hands were pretty, with one curled into a light fist and held out, her thumb stuck up in the classic hitchhiker's position. The other was scratching ruefully at the back of her head, as she gazed down the road in the direction opposite of the one he was coming from, as if she were questioning all the choices that she had made leading to her being stuck out here, without transportation, alone in the middle of nowhere.

 She must have been distracted, perhaps even humming to herself as she stood there, because she didn't seem to hear him slowly approachinPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This story is not a racist's prophecy of Europe. It's about zombification diseases that explode, and dedicated to anon.

BOOM. I jumped up. Looking towards the sound, where it originated, people were screaming.

First thing I did was check social media. Nothing. Some posts asking "the hell was that" and jokes about world war and accusations.

Glancing out the window again and saw smoke billowing from over some trees. I ran downstairs and out the door towards the source.

"Run! There's a terrorist attack! Or something! I- I don't know what-"

some blonde lady caught me trying find trouble and kept lfinching her eyes towards where I was running, which was where she clearly had just been. She caught her breath and gulped.

"Look, call 911, someone did. I don't know, just- ugh. Just be safe don't go there."

Her eyes were wide and she was paler than usual. I had seen around before, such a pretty girl.

"Miss, can you tell me what happened?"

"A bomb went off! Duh!"

"Ok miss." I started jogging again, and she called me crazy. Turns out, she wasn't wrong. I should've stayed.


As I ran to the explosion, I noticed the air grtting thicker. Much thicker, like I was breathing stone gas. It dawned on me that I would have respiratory issues unless I turned back immediately.

I started sprinted the other direction and into an apartment building. Knocking on a random door on the top floor, I was able to find an old asian man surprised by my appearance.

"What? Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"Please can I watch from your window? I'm a journalist." Partially true. I wrote a lot about what I've seen.

"Okay, just for some time." He went into his kitchen and I heard him pouring liquids.


In the distance were shambling victims of the attack. There were several people lumbering around, many more strewn over the ground, and others were gathered around rubble actively trying to help the fallen.

The cloud of exploded metal and concrete had grown rather green in patches but was mostly brown and gray. I noticed that even the healthy volunteers who had just rushed in to save people were increasingly itchy; they couldn't keep from scratching themselves. I felt itchy just looking at them.

"Wouldnyou-" "wh@HGH! SORRY, I UH... I was startled, this is intense." He was obviously as startled by my reaction. I took my phone out to record.

"Understandable. WoPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

[Shout out to my awesome beta reader Eterya!]

My phone rang just as the linguini timer went off. 'Bum bum be-dum, bum bum be-dum bum,' my beloved wife's ringtone. "Siri, answer." I was almost done with our 25th anniversary dinner, and Mira was probably on her way home with the show. "Hello beautiful."

"Darling, could you please put on some extra dinner tonight?" She asked in an apologetic tone. "I'm bringing home a girl I met asking for money outside the post office. She said the motel was going to kick her out. Sorry I didn't ask you first, but I just couldn't bear the thought of her not having a warm place to sleep tonight."

"But of course." How did Mira find someone so quickly? She'd only been gone about half an hour, 20 minutes of which were the drive from our house back to civilization. Did another shelter run out of money and have to close down? "When do you think you'll be home?"

"Half an hour if I follow the traffic laws, 20 minutes if I fudge it a bit."

"I'll see you in half an hour then. It's important to obey the traffic laws, and I wouldn't want you to get hurt." As I reached the ladle into the pot to taste the linguini, I burned my thumb on the side. "Fuck!" I hurried to the sink to run my thumb under cold water.

After making sure that the burn wouldn't become serious, I strained the linguini in the sink and returned them to the pot, then opened the top cabinets for a can of tomato sauce, some napkins, a bottle of chloroform, and a hand rag. The former two were for Mira and I, the latter two for our guest. Mira and I always enjoyed that little game of ours where I would knock her out, film myself stripping her naked and fucking her, then tie her to a chair with a vibrator on her pussy and force her to watch the film when she woke up. But the chloroform wasn't for her this time.

Half an hour later as I heard Mira's car pull in to the driveway I opened the door with my right hand, hiding the chloroformed rag behind it in my left. She got out of the car, the pale skin of her face and the cleavage shown by her tight green V-neck dress highlighted nicely by the moonlight.

The girl getting out of the passenger seat had to be somewhere around 20, 25, and was wearing a stained and torn blue jeans and an even more stained, but not as torn, blue t-shirt. Through her - slightly flimsy - shirt I could see that her tits were almost as big as Mira's D-Cups, andPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Get away...she had to get away!! It was ridiculous, Toph, the greatest earthbender in the world, degraded to digging through the underground like some panicky badger-mole, naked as her nameday as her dirty hands and feet plowed through the earth, her blind eyes frantically rolling while her scattered mind was unable to process the overload of sensitive vibrations crashing in on her from every direction.

Still she couldn't understand how it possibly could have come to this, how could she have been defeated and raped by that assassin?? She never lost a battle, especially not against another earthbender! She was the greatest in the world. And...yet that was precisely what had happened, her penetrated leg and throbbing, bleeding pussy vivid proof of her shame.

At least she had managed to get away now though, used her last ounce of strength to push him off and escape under the earth, escape to reunite with her friends and live to fight another day. Skilled as that assassin may be, surely he wouldn't be able to follow her here at least. The earth was her home, her sanctuary, he couldn't possibly invad...

Toph never saw the sudden plunge coming. One moment she had been burrowing downwards into the core of the island to get away as far as possible, the next she...suddenly was falling? The earth around her parting, robbing her of her footing as she helplessly fell through midair, completely blind with no earth to guide her vision, arms and legs pedaling through empty space for any form of handle.

For just a moment she feared she may be falling foever, fall straight through the island and into the water beneath to be left to drown with her inability to swim, probably paddling like some helpless newborn. Yet thankfully that wasn't the case as she soon felt the impact of earth again, the drop little more than a few meters. The ground beneath her was soft and muddy, not ideal for bending, yet so endlessly better than the blind drop just now. Crawling about on all fours she pressed her hands into the earth, trying to see.

Where...was she? Why had the earth parted so suddenly...where was he? There...by the gods, she could see him, standing on the edge of some form of crater she found herself in.

He never said a word, just watching. So she spoke for him, her tone a few pitches too high for her liking, too squeaky, betraying her age and fear. "I'm warning you, the Avatar won't tolerate this!! You bettPost too long. Click here to view the full text.