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This is my first attempt at something remotely resembling a story, so my apologies if its not perfectly readable, or very fap-worthy. One of the reasons I wrote this is that the only other story that really 'clicked' with me was Madame Butterfly, and the lack of other stories based around seppuku. Anyway, rant over, hope you all enjoy the story, and please leave feedback, or any corrections, or just take the story and rework it if you want, I'm fine with anything really.


The chirping of birds, the sound of leaves gently rustling in the wind, the annoying buzz of an alarm clock.

"Oh come on," Laura groaned.

Eyes still shut, she flailed her arms in an attempt to silence the alarm clock, eventually managing to land a hit; setting it to snooze. It was 6:30 AM, and on a Monday to boot. Yet another boring, and long week of high school lay ahead of her. The only motivation she had left at this point was that it would all end soon - she was in her final year, after which she could get a job, maybe go university, or take a break from it all, and travel.

"Just a few more weeks of this bullshit," she thought, slowly dragging herself out of bed.

Laura moved towards the window, and opened the curtains. The gentle morning sun shone down through the window, irritating her sharp, green eyes. Despite the discomfort, the view from her window never failed to amaze her. Living in the outskirts of a small hilly town in Japan did have its advantages such as the gorgeous view and surprisingly friendly and welcoming inhabitants.

Sadly, this was all overshadowed by numerous political and cultural factors. After suffering a crushing defeat in the Second World War, Japan went back to being a very isolated nation, only recently opening up to the rest of the world. In fact, the only foreigners to live here were the ones who stayed throughout the duration of the war, such as her grandparents. They used to tell her stories of how things were before the war, how much more relaxed everything was, and how Japan now, was really just a shadow of its former self.

In short, the fall of the emperor did not lead Japan towards a modern form of government. Wealthy, and influential families saw this as an opportunity for a hostile takeover, and now form a fair, albeitPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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Another bump in hope that the OP's next story comes soon. :)


It would be awesome to read another one like this.




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Choke Therapy

Nurse Claire looked up from her paperwork when she heard knocks on the door. The expression of crushing boredom left her face, making place for bubbly excitation that something happened on this otherwise tiresome day.

Before she noticed it she was already standing.
"It's open!"
Not wasting a second, she cheerfully opened the door... only to wince at the sight.
"Hi! How can I hel-- Ew, ouch! Come in, sit her on the bed."

Amanda hopped through the door, her arms resting on her two friends' shoulders. Claire didn't bother asking for their name and dismissed them as soon as they had laid her on the examination table. She stayed silent for a few minutes as she worked, but had a grim expression when she turned to Amanda's face, her bare foot still in hand.

"This is not good, miss, um...
- Whitney, Amanda. Second year.
- Well, my dear Amanda... your ankle is broken. I will give you a splint, but it's a matter of months before it can support your weight again.
Amanda's heart sank.
- What? Months? But I... the competitions start in two weeks!
- I'm afraid you'll have to sit this one out, I'm sorry.
- But... I can't! I'm on a sports scholarship! If I miss the competitions I'm useless to the school, and they'll ditch me like a used condom!
- I'm sorry, I'm a nurse, not a cleric! I can't magic that fracture away. The best I can give you is a splint and a medical leave. Nothing will make it heal faster, unless you prefer the choke therapy.
- Oh yeah, 'cures all ills', that's it? Gee, thanks."

Claire got up and motioned to her desk.
"I'll just write you the leave, see if you can use it to negociate the scholarship, okay?
- Uhm... yeah, thank you. I'll have something to sign, I guess?"
- No, don't--
- Aauuugh!
- Oh God, let me get you back on the bed."
Amanda hold to the examination table with all her might to keep from falling, cursing herself for absentmindedly trying to walk to the desk. As Claire helped her lift herself back onto the table, she spoke again.
"Don't try this stunt again even with the splint on, understood? You'll need a pair of crutches.
- You know what? Screw it. The choke therapy sounds like a better option now."

The nurse sat down next to Amanda.
"Are you sure about that?
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This one was the last one posted originally.


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Thus ends our teacher's final lesson, demonstrating hanging by example.


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And that concludes it.

Chopman, if you see this I want to say:


Junior Gladiators

The naked young boy shrieked in pain as the sword sliced its way through his firm stomach. He buckled to his knees, dropping his own short sword as he looked down in horrified fascination at the thick, pink loops of intestine slipping out of the bloody gash. Lora felt pity, as the child seemed no older than her own little brother, but she quickly clamped down on her emotions. With an experienced twirl of her muscular arms, she beheaded the lad in a single stroke. The head tumbled to the sand and rolled a few meters before coming to a stop. The headless body keeled over, fresh blood pumping forth from the stump of his neck.

Lora leaned over and picked up the head by its long, tangled hair. She looked her victim in the eyes, and silently prayed for forgiveness. The boy didn't respond, his eyes dulled in death and his mouth slack and open. She raised the head in the air as the audience roared in approval, bloodlust thick in the dust.

The staff came by and hurriedly removed the nude boy's corpse, sweeping fresh sand over the pool of blood left behind. Lora stumbled back to her bench and gulped from a water bottle offered by one of the staff. She stretched her arms and laid back as the announcer hyped up the next contestant. At the sound of the horns, she hopped back into the hot sand of the stadium.

Another lad, this time slightly older than the last. She took a guess that he was about 14 years of age. He crouched down and readied his sword. Lora stood still as the boy circled her, her eyes analyzing her opponent. He was muscular and tall, his blonde hair cut short. She sensed a freshness to him, a nervous newbie sent into the arena for the first time. She would make sure it would be his last.

The boy charged, youthful impatience overpowering his nerves. With a yell, he struck at Lora with a downward swipe. The gladiatrix sidestepped the clumsy attack, and counter-attacked, sinking her sword in between the ribcage of the blonde boy. He froze, his blue eyes wide. Lora savagely pushed the sword deeper, until the hilt bumped up against the boy's smooth skin. The blade punctured his left lung and plunged into his frantically beating heart. The young blonde could only open his mouth in a silent gasp, before crumpling to the sand, his eyes rolling up. Lora gripped the sword and wrenched it out of the still body. She wiped the blood off on the boy's loincloth and slipped it Post too long. Click here to view the full text.


Part Two

Liam eyed the gladiatrix nervously, his slender hands gripping a tomahawk tightly. Lora stood in the center of the arena, surrounded by the disemboweled and dismembered corpses of 5 other boy gladiators. She was covered head to toe in blood and pieces of entrails, and her face was contorted in bestial savagery, giving her the appearance of some sort of pagan martial goddess.

Lora turned her head towards Liam.
She wrenched her sword out of the punctured chest of one of the corpses (Liam couldn't tell who it was, as their face was too disfigured by blunt force injury) and slowly began to lurch towards him.

The boy raised his tomahawk, his heart thundering in terror as the woman steadily closed the gap, her sword dragging along the dirt floor. Lora abruptly stopped, about 4 feet away from Liam. She swayed and fell to her knees, her sword falling limply from her hand. Liam cautiously advanced, his tomahawk raised.

Suddenly, she sprang forward, tackling Liam to the ground.

The boy's tomahawk flew out of his hands.

Liam gasped, winded by the impact. He felt Lora's large, firm breasts squish against his chest. "How old are you, boy?", she whispered in his ear, her right arm pressed against his throat, her off hand occupied with pinning his hands against the ground. "A-almost fifteen", he squeaked, his baby blue eyes bulging at the almost effortless way she had disarmed him. All the stories he had heard during training camp were true, after all. Lora was a monster in combat.

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Nice stories. Keep up the good work.


Hey guys Vice here. So that's season 2! I'm personally pretty happy with how it turned out. I think Alice, and Lauren where nice additions, the match-ups where interesting, and that my writing has improved. I hope you keep reading my work, but for now I'm taking a short break. Look forward to season for Waifu Wars season 3 coming March 4th!


I have been writing more recently, and I wanted to make one thread for all of my stuff. I like affectionate and well endowed executioners, I like pullups, I like gentle flirting and snuggles, and mostly semi-con situations. So my stuff will have these things a good bit of the time.. Not always. I made a new thread because the Nobles stuff wasn't getting the creative juices flowing but I did have ideas. This will be assorted stuff, there will be some Nobles and Clones, but there will also be other setups, and one-shots. if you don't like one, you might like the next. If you like it, definitely let me know! :) the first couple posts will be my stuff from other threads.


I've seen a lot of good Harry Potter cannibalism stories and I would like to see a lot of them posted hear because I can't find some such as feast of lestrange or Emma Watson's new scene if you have any please post them
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That story was pretty good thanks for the contribution.


Willing Hermione 5
aryion dot com/g4/view/444797

Very lengthy, more SM than Can, still excellent


I had an idea if anyone else would like to use it. Hermione finds something that brings a person back after being killed at peak health with any missing parts restored/replaced. She tricks a death eater into beheading her and taking it as a trophy. She uses a different bit of magic to spy on their meetings through said trophy. Only to find out during long boring meetings they pass the head around. So when she attempts to look and listen in she's likely to experience a facefull of crotch and a dick down her neckhole.


Sudo bump!

Anything new in the world of Potter while gurochhan was down?


Everything in its Place

Hermione has offended the house elves one too many times with her attempts to free them, and they have decided to finally put her in her place. [rape, mindbreak, lactation, soft dolcett] [commission]



FYI, the dolce to really is just a pinch of seasoning at the end, like a paragraph or two. The rest of it is a pretty good read though, shows how she went from cannon(ish) to dish pretty well.

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Maybe you're like me and enjoy writing, but just can't come up with ideas for what to write. Or you have a very vague idea and are spotty on the details. Or maybe you do have this idea that would make for a way cool story, but think you can't write for shit (in which case you should totally give it a shot, a lot of people are actually pretty decent with just a little criticism/refinement).

Either way, this thread is gonna be about writing prompts. Leave an idea/request for some writer to pick up. Writers, find ideas or request more detailed ones based on your loose outline. And if you do a story based on a suggestion, do leave a link to that here (but not the story itself, just a link to your thread).

Note that for most people “Kill [character] via [method]” isn't nearly enough to work with, at least without appearing awfully generic. Instead, give one or two sentences with such things as location/setting, motivation (if applicable), or a brief scenario, and whatever details. (And maybe some of the more common tags for reference).

Then let's see how this turns out.
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More consensual snuff prompts! Get yer consensual snuff prompts here!

—Smoking hot anthropologist trying to convince the tribe of cannibals hosting both her and her sexy co-ed assistant that she’d make a fine meal for the spit (and by she I of course mean the anthropologist).

—Dominatrix stripping nude, locking herself into a guillotine, and challenging all comers to see if they got what it takes to make her cum hard enough to drop the blade.

—Famous magician performing her last trick: getting naked and feeding herself to a hungry, hungry snake.


Since Christmass is coming, I want to remind of my Christmass idea here:

And now…
An even better casual guro setting idea
=no, I would even say…=
An ultimate casual guro setting idea
So remember that one?
I've come up with another good idea (which can totally work together with Dyson swarm or separately). So, if it's sci-fi future, what else there is beside colonizing space? Or course, life extension (on which the channel I mentioned in the previous post also has a nice video). And how does it help? Well, if people live for a 1000 years, any death within first 20 years is no different from infant death. What's another 20 years to replace them when you live a 1000 years?

Now, say you live a 1000 years and give birth every 10 years, that results in roughly 100 children. Of them, you really only need 2 to survive to replace the parents and keep the population. If 10 out of 100 survive, that's already a rapid population growth, requiring the Dyson Swarm from the idea above to settle all the new people.

But also if you have such a swarm, you have a post-scarcity economy, you don't have to worry about resources wasted for having all the 100 children attending schools even if only 2-10 of them survive. You see, there are two approaches to raising kids in nature: quantity over quality (making lots of children and hoping a few survive) and quality over quantity (making few children, but spending all of your resources on raising them well). What makes the second approach work better and result in humans is because the overall resources are limited, so it works better to concentrate more of them on fewer children. But! If the resources are practically infinite, there remains no reason for such an approach. You can raise 2 children and 100 children equally well, so why not make 100. Then 90 of them die and only 10 remain? That's just great, because that's 5 times more then 2! And each of those 5, with all the future technology and unlimited resources, is better raised and educated than todays' 2.

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The only issue I can see is that tendency to kill yourself as a child is probably heritable, so the people with that trait will make up ever larger fractions of the population as time goes on (and for actual humans this has already happened).


You mean without that trait, right? Because it's those who didn't kill themselves as children that get to pass their genes down, so eventually less and less children would tend to kill themselves.
Yeah, I didn't think that deep, but since it's fantasy anyway, we can always imagine it's a purely social thing and not in the genes.
At some point the society just starts expecting to see children die every so often, have snuff festivals at schools and such, keeping the death rate stably high.
Then there's also social evolution, but I think in a world with unlimited resources it just means societies that kill more children will just grow slower, but as long as they birth more children than they kill they can still grow.


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Can someone write a scenario where Luke Skywalker loses his cock? Preferably by a lightsaber (can be by anyone - Darth Vader, the Emperor, Mara Jade, Kylo Ren, etc) and is tortured by the site of his permanently erect dick. You would make this anon quite happy if you did.


For the last few years, Dina was getting ready for a century-long trip that would ensure she and her new husband would have a rich life on a planet far away.

The FCM Dilafin 3 was a long-distance ship powered by the gravity well produced by a singularity. Incapable of traveling faster-than-light (FTL), it would streak toward Dina’s new home while firing beacons which was used by the FTL system that spread out from the center of civilization.

By the time they reached their home, they would have a steady connection with the rest of civilization, a share of every ship using the beacons they laid out, and centuries of interest in their bank accounts. It would be a good life, a rich life. Perfect for the newlywed couple ready to start their new lives.

Except, the ship never made it. Pirates from another civilization hijack the ship on their way for their own adventures. With nothing else to do, they decide to use the thousands of people in stasis pods as a pleasant diversion to pass the time.

For Dina, her remaining time would decidedly be unpleasant. More so when they finish surgically altering her body to be the perfect receptacle for their other desires besides violent death and games of chance, a way of passing time as a victim of the pirate’s lust.

This was a patreon-requested story that has surgical alteration, aliens with barbed cocks, quite a bit of rape, and my fondness for massive cocks in tight holes.

I'll post as the chapters are made public.
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Lumme came for Dina about two hours after the light. There was no question his purpose as he came striding down the hall, his large body filling the space as his footsteps shook the ground. His eyes locked on her and he smiled as he headed around the table.

She cringed and pressed against the wall, as if it would make a difference.

It didn’t.

Lumme reached in and grabbed her shoulder. His thick fingers bore down into the joint, squeezing until the bones ground together. “Time to leave, slave.” His humming was deep and rumbling, it shook down his arm and into her body.

Her sphincter tightened in fear.

He yanked her away from the wall and into the main room. Unlike Naam, he didn’t release her at all as he half-dragged, half-carried her past the table and down the hall. There was no additional threats or speeches, just a cruel pressure tearing into her senses as he carried her down past the surgery and the rape room and into the hall.

It had been days since she saw the rest of the ship. There were more panels taken off the walls and signs of anything valuable being gutted. The corpse around the corner was gone, but she could smell the stench of blood and acid in the air.

As they passed rooms, she could see more signs of rape. Old blood had been cleaned up inexpertly, smears of crimson and brown stretching down the hallways where they dragged the corpses away. Many of the trails lead to the garbage slots where they would slide down to the recyclers and eventually into the incinerators. It was all automated.
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Dina didn’t stop fighting Lumme as the more powerful alien easily dragged her down the hall and toward the hanger. The small, sterile indicators on the intersections of the corners couldn’t hide the growing fear. She knew what happened on the hangers, that is where they had their gladiator fighters, where Korin almost died.

At the thought of husband, she closed her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Lumme paused and looked down at her. “What are you muttering about?”

Dina sniffed and shook her head. "Nothing.”

He glared at her, bending over to peer directly into her face. As he did, his grip on her shoulder tightened until her joints protested. He glared at her, his breath hot against her face. "Nothing. You say nothing. Slaves do not speak. Slaves to not act. You keep your eyes down, your mouth closed, and your legs ready for that dick of his.”

She stared into his bright blue eyes. There was violence and hatred in his gaze. He didn’t have to say anything. Her short, brutal life was obvious in his gaze, it was clear in the way he held her and treated her as nothing more than a beast to be abused and put down. Tears welled in her eyes as she stared at him.

"Quieted, silenced. Fucked. Do you understand?” He shook her to emphasize his question.

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A hand pressed against her shoulder. “Dina?”

Dina gasped as she snapped into wakefulness, her finger dropping down to activate the engines before her vision came into focus. She didn’t know she had passed out.

Another hand caught her. It was large and wedge-like.

With a cry, she flung herself away from the alien’s hand. Her body struck against Korin’s chest and she tumbled to the ground. “No, no! Not again!”

She curled into a fetal position, sobbing. Cooling fluids oozed from her ruined pussy, soaking her thighs. The smell of drying cum and blood filled her nostrils, choking her.

Korin crouched down and held her. “No, I’m here. We’re safe. We got away from the Dilifin just a few seconds ago. We’re in FTL. We’re safe. We’re safe.”

Sobbing, Dina looked up at her heavily scarred husband. He was out of his armor. The days of fighting had aged him. He looked at least ten years older than her.

Her hand reached out for him, touching him.
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And so ends Unpleasant Diversion. Sorry it took so long to post, with Gurochan going up and down, it was hard to keep up.

If you want more, this story is set in the same universe as my novel, Eliza and the Raptor (space dino porn). Both deal with generation ships, though two much different ways of going through the years.

Thank you for reading!


Thank you!

All of my stuff is always on tsade dot com. That includes any edits or corrections because this type of forum isn't really good for that type of thing.


Excellent story!


I have the greatest job in the world. I know a lot of people say that, but really, it has to be me.

Just take this morning. First thing, I have two dozen little six- and seven-year-old girls to handle, standing there whispering and giggling with the usual mixture of nerves and eagerness. I pull the first two honeys out of line, and walk them over to where the action takes place. I start by getting one of them situated with the padded velvet rope around her neck, all nice and comfy, with just the slightest bit of pull when she’s flat-footed on the stage. I get the other one to stand on her mark and rock up on the balls of her feet, while I extend the spit from its port. I spread her cheeks, and her little bud is glistening from the attentions of the prep crew and her friends, but I give it a swipe with the flat of my tongue, the way I always do. Must be ten times a day, four days a week, over the past decade I’ve done that, and it never gets old, nor does the delicious shiver she gives, which brings the other girls out in sympathy the way it always does.

Once the tip is properly centered, she rocks back down, and I raise it some more, so that it’s nicely seated inside her rectum. The pleasant, familiar intrusion makes her grin. When both girls let me know they’re ready, I hit the control, and the noose pulls up just far enough that the hanging girl can merely brush the floor with her pretty little tippietoes, while the spit starts its inexorable advance into her friend’s insides. The girl in the noose can be left to dance, but the one on the spit needs my hands-on attention to make sure that it goes through right, and comes out her mouth. The squirming of her soft, smooth flesh is amazing against my bare skin, as it is every single time.

I can see that the boys and men in the viewing galleries are already starting to stroke and fondle themselves and each other. And I get to do this eleven more times!

This is a full day, so after an excellent lunch, I make my way to the guillotine to meet a gaggle of thirteen- and fourteen-year olds. The first time I ever killed a girl, I was their age, on a school work-experience, and I knew right away that this was what I wanted to do with my life. They’re giggling and gossipping about all the things important to girls that age, and making a very blatant show for the galleries and each other, strutting about the stage, bending over and spreading, licking and fingering puckers, kissPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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...I guess?
I mean, the biggest turnoff of "Dolcett" type stuff for me is that there's usually a strong element of violence, coercion, or brutality. Whatever the world of this story looks like (no clue), the women & girls are 100% on board. "Dolcett-like, without being a straight male power fantasy"? I'm not sure what that would even be!


I had fun with this! Personally I prefer struggles and such, but the air dancing girl and the deep kiss of the head were really fun parts of this for me.
Plus just generally thinking of a world with more or less glorified snuff


Fantastic Story. Thank you so much for writing it. I loved it.


this is so cute!


This really should be continued


Okay, so because of Character limits and Flood protections I can't post this story all on one go even though it's finished. I'll try and get it up as soon as I can, but my suspicion is that someone needs to reply between each of my posts so I don't trigger flooding.


Mary Jane's Girlskin Lingerie Photoshoot
Tags: Spider-Man, Mary Jane Watson, Ava Ayala (White Tiger), Exhibitionism, F/F, Snuff, Consensual, Romantic, Objectification, Girl leather, Fingering, Oral, Fondling, Inter-racial, Girl turned into Lingerie

Mary Jane Watson was more than a little nervous as she got ready for her time before the camera. She'd been a successful model for years now, and she'd managed to avoid anything like this in her time in the industry. It wasn't just the nudity, though she'd avoided that too of course, it was this whole trend of girl-leather clothes! Of course, what had once been a fringe fad was now much more mainstream and Mary Jane could no longer afford to avoid it, at least, not if she wanted to keep working in the fashion industry. Jobs had been drying up recently and her agent had mentioned that this could put her back on the map with a fresh new daring image. Even without that though, the company had asked for her specifically and the pay was more than generous. An offer like this usually led to even more offers in the future, especially with a growing brand like Girlskin. Refusing an offer like this was never really in the cards.

Mary Jane glanced around the room to find her co-star for this shoot, Ava Ayala. Ava was stunning, a statuesque Latina beauty with a body so gorgeous that even MJ felt a little inadequate next to her. She wondered why Ava took this job. MJ was thinking about her future career, but that couldn't possibly be the case for Ava, not with what the shoot required of her.

Was the thought of what was going to happen to her enticement enough?

MJ didn't know, and honestly she was sort of afraid to ask.

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“Okay, I hope you have enough juice in the tank for one more scene. This'll be the last shot before Ava has to go in for conversion, so make sure to give it your all. I wanna have a sort of 'Girlskin clothes make you feel like a queen' thing going on in this one, so you get a short break while we get your throne set up, okay? Ava, anything you want to get done? Any last calls you wanna make? Make 'em now, cause after this shot it's straight to snuffing for you."

MJ nodded, slowly getting up so she could clear the set for the throne to be put up. Still unsure exactly how to think about this whole thing, the redhead cast an eye at her mindbogglingly willing partner in this endeavor.

Ava rose to her own feet as languidly as a tiger, her lips glistening with the remnants of Mary Jane's orgasm. Remnants that she sensuously licked clean as soon as she realized her crush was looking at her. She made no move to leave, to call anyone, to do anything save for stand by Mary Jane's side while the crew changed the scene in front of them and scattered fresh rose petals across the silken sheets.

“Isn't there anyone you want to call and say goodbye to?” Mary Jane asked her costar in the shoot.

“I said all my goodbyes before coming here,” Ava explained. “I even called up a few friends from high school that I'd fallen out of touch with just to share the news and make them jealous,” the Latina admitted. “Besides, I don't want to ruin the mood, and interrupting this just to talk with unrelated people? It might be hard to get as excited as I am right now in the time I have left.”

Mary Jane nodded. This at least was understandable to her, even if Ava's motivations were alien. Still, she couldn't help but be a bit curious about the girl who'd be becoming her latest pair of lingerie after this shoot.

“Are you… looking forward to it?” Mary Jane asked.

“What?” Ava asked. “You wearing me? Becoming lingerie? Being snuffed?”
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"Alright!" the director chimed in, breaking the spell between the two women. "Now that the set has been set up again, let's get back to work. Unless you need more time?" he asked. The offer was genuine, but geared more towards Ava than herself. Not that Ava really needed it.

"I'm good to go," the lithe Latina affirmed as she looked over the set. It had changed a bit while they were distracted. the white silk still there, the rose petals replaced, but the largest change was what looked like a solid gold throne sitting in the middle of the set. It was fake of course. There was no way that the assistants could have dragged a solid gold chair of that size in unnoticed, but the actual chair was real enough to bear her weight, and more importantly MJ's weight. It had a lion-themed design to it; the feet and armrests terminating in golden paws, and the backing and seat were both fitted with red cushions, the shade of which matched the rose petals beneath. It looked… regal; and Ava was certainly looking forward to the chance to service her queen.

"Alright then," The director responded once the stars made it clear that more time wasn't necessary, "for this bit the theme is 'Girlskin makes me feel like a queen!' I want decadence, luxury, and above all else this is about the subtle undertones of power and control. Mary Jane, I know you're a powerful self-made woman, now you just need to let the audience know as well. Ava? You're a subject, a slave. I want you clearly submitting to Ms. Watson's whims, you'd die if she commanded it, okay?"

Ava smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard to get across."

Mary Jane nodded as well, a few ideas about how to convey confidence and control running through her head. Of course, getting into the right state of mind was essential, and given just how strongly Ava had reacted to her own story? This last shoot could be a fitting gift for the soon-to-be girlskin girl.

Ava watched enthralled as Mary Jane sauntered her way across the set to take her rightful place on her throne. The red-haired woman really did look like a queen in that moment, and Ava wanted nothing more than to serve her.

Ava walked over, dropping to her knees once she reached the throne; her eager cunt glistening with arousal at the thought of what was to come.

Mary Jane placed a firm hand on Ava's head, threading her fingers through her raven locks as the sexy younger woman knelt before an armrest of her tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.


A little less than a year after the fateful photo-shoot that had reignited her career and made her an overnight sensation, Mary Jane found herself at a gala. It was the opening for an exhibit on Girlskin fashion at the museum of modern art and every girlskin model had been invited. Well, those that had survived their shoots at least.

The second half of Mary Jane's lingerie shoot had been much less exciting. Ava fit her like a dream, and she felt every bit as comfortable and seductive as her former lover had described her high school friend feeling in their brief conversation, but without Ava's passion and penchant for lesbian sex it was just another modeling gig; the sexiest gig she'd ever taken to be sure, but still lacking that vital spark that Ava had provided. It was fun going through the exact same poses and expressions as in the first shoot, only this tine wearing Ava instead of fucking her, but as fun as it was it wasn't anywhere near the same level as having Ava as a co-star.

Not that Mary Jane would trade her new underthings to reverse that change! Ava fit her absolutely perfectly; and coming from a model who had plenty of bespoke lingerie to her name, that was saying something! She'd kept her promise to wear Ava every day for a week, it honestly wasn't that hard. Ava's skin breathed in a way that other leather simply didn't while still being light and comfortable. Ava's lower lips had ended up sewn together (a necessary precaution given the amount of paparazzi chasing after intimate pictures of her once more), but even so MJ felt like she was flashing the entire world while wearing Ava. It honestly wasn't an unpleasant thought at all anymore.

Ava had restarted her entire career. She was in vogue again, wanted by fashion designers and directors both for her bold and outrageous spirit. If it weren't for the girlskin garment currently cupping her privates, that would have been the greatest gift that Ava had ever given her.

Ava had been the first girl she'd taken to bed, but in the aftermath of the shoot she certainly wasn't the last. Several pretty young college-aged girls had practically dropped their panties in front of her, eager to partake, and Mary Jane didn't exactly refuse. Her gloves and stockings got almost as much use as her underwear did, and she'd lost count of the number of girls that upon seeing her arms covered from finger tip to shoulder in gorgeous Latina had asked her to spank or finger them. OnePost too long. Click here to view the full text.


Wonderful concept, thanks for bringing this to life!


Glad you liked it! t was a lot of fun to write too!

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