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 No.13838[Reply]

Well, a couple of weeks ago I was contacted by mail, asking if I would do a commission. I don't, but the idea he proposed intrigued me and I couldn't resist giving it a try. It helped that I managed to blend ideas from a few abandoned projects into this one, and I was in the mood for a consensual "dolcett style" story.

I don't know if this is what he had in mind, but I like how it turned out, and I thought I might post it here. Here is the first 1/3 of the story. If enough people like it I will post the rest next week, so let me know if you like it.

M/f, cons, sex, anal, incest, throating, snuff, beheading, impalement, noose, stabbing, meat girl


disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!




“I don’t wanna go, mom… please…” Valerie pleaded to her mom, for the fourth time in the last hour.

Truth be told, she didn't expect her to change her mind. They had argued about it for days and now that she was just a few miles away from the farm, it was too late and she knew it.

“We talked about this, honey. Your father and I need some time alone, and visiting your uncle for a while will do you good!” her mother answered a moment later, sounding both annoyed and tired.

The girl huffed again, and after looking out her widow she started fuming quietly.

“Why can't I go on the cruise with you and dad?” she pleaded once more. “Please…”

“Valerie. Look, we talked about this. It's not as if we never take you anywhere. We were in Disney two months ago… Please, you have to understand that sometimes, your father and I, need some time alone to ourselves…” her mother said, trying to reason with her.

A moment later the girl looked at her with open disgust.

“Please, mom… I don't want to know, okay?” she said as she shuddered at the mental image of her parents having sex.

“Ohhh, please… don't act like that honey. I thought that you would understand now that you have a boyfriend…” her mother countered a second later, smiling wickedly.

Gasping in shock, the girl looked out the window once more as she blushed madly.

“Mom!” the girl managed to say a moment later.

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 No.14122

This story actually bothered me, and kept me awake last night. I couldn't digest the ending and I had mixed feelings about it. Oddly enough, I come here FOR consensual, so this should be right up my alley. I think the hard stop for me was just how well it was written, how the build up was slow and fleshed out, and how it really FELT like a real person consenting to the end. It was VERY good, but the more I thought about it the more I tossed and turned.

So my kudos to you for writing a story so well that it actually made me think and need to digest.

 No.14127

>>14122
Well I am glad you liked it. I sometimes think gurochan is not the place for the work I am doing now, but so far it seems I was wrong.

Consensual stories are very nice, but they are also hard, because you can very easily fall into a cliche or an unrealistic character development (not that this is real, but lets say that its reasonable).

If you want to read a few more like this, I can recommend you "The Hangman".

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 No.14570

I hope this works...

 No.14828

Bump to save from faggot spammer

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 No.15190[Reply]

I started a new thread so I could tag it. Original thread is here: https://www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/15167.html#15186

I'm using the name KittyBoy because of the suggestion that I call these folks "pets". I've written out the first chapter- not a lot happens, it's mostly set-up.

Notes: I got the name "Cupcake" off a cat name generator.

Chapter 1

Cupcake was excited. He sat on his master's lap, playing with the fabric of his shirt, trying to force himself to keep his attention on the screen in front of him. He was supposed to be helping- perhaps more than helping, perhaps actually working this out himself. And he wanted to- had every intention of actually doing it- but he had already looked over all the information, and he found the review boring.

They were all cute enough, but none of them really stood out- they couldn't be expected to, really. Cupcake had experience and a bond that had taken years to form, an identity that he had carved out for himself. It was ridiculous to expect someone so young and, in his opinion, stupid, to step in and fill the niche he had created. He didn't envy them.

His mind kept wandering to his eventual death; the thing that actually generated excitement. His master had asked him what he wanted, but he wasn't sure... All he knew was that he wanted to be immortalized, to be preserved. He wanted some part of him to stay here, in this house, so that whatever new pet his master got would know that he had been here before, that he was irreplacable, that he was the first.

He was leaning toward taxidermy, but if he did that, he wanted to be in perfect shape for it. He wanted to look so good that it would be impossible to live up to. He thought that he was already close- he had had years of tight waisting that molded him into a shape that was so nearly perfect he had come to rely on the corset for support. He couldn't even stand or support himself without it, but he never took it off because why in the world would anyone do that? The results were more than worth the negligeable trade-off.

He felt a sudden tightening around the head of his cock, where it was held prone by the cage, and arched his back, instinctively thrusting out his chest. He grabbed at the back of his chair and spread his legs to give his master better access.

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 No.15263

Chapter 6 (I think? I've not written in a while, but I'm still going.)

After John had scrubbed the pet dry, he took a seat on one of the leather armchairs that lined the playroom and lit a cigarette. The pet smiled at him, and snuggled into Charlie as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Jhonny, why don't you let him sit on your dick?" He asked.

John took a long draw and replied, "Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to go first?"

"You're the guest," Charlie said as if it was really no trouble, and to the pet added, "Lean forward and open your mouth. My friend needs and ash tray."

The pet leaned forward onto the arm of the chair, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. John ashed into it and the pet swallowed.

"Have you had anyone inside you?" John asked him.

"Yes!" The pet said happily, and momentarily let go of the arm rest to clasp his hands together in joy, "My master fucked me when he came to get me, at my coming-of-age ceremony! It was amazing! He even let me cum! Then, he told the headmaster he could fuck me too, if he wanted to- and he did! They both said I was really pretty and responsive! The headmaster said my master was going to love me!" He hugged Charlie and snuggled his little face into his chest. "Thank you so much for choosing me!"

"Prove to me that I made the right choice. Sit on my friend's dick." Charlie took him by the shoulders and turned him around to face John again. When the pet saw that his cherry had burned down considerably, he leaned forward again and opened his mouth to accept the ashes, then swallowed and smiled.

"Can I?" He asked John, "Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart," John said, and thought that he was pretty cute, after all. He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper just enough to allow his dick to spring free, but he stopped the pet before he could sit down.

"No, sweetheart," he explained, "You need lube." He looked at Charlie and added with a smirk, "and some coffee for your guests wouldn't hurt."

"Mr demanding over here," Charlie huffed, tossed a vile at him, and as he was leaving muttered, "You're lucky I like you."

John giggled, and handed the cigarette to the pet. "Hold that."

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 No.15264

Chapter 6 (I think? I've not written in a while, but I'm still going.)

After John had scrubbed the pet dry, he took a seat on one of the leather armchairs that lined the playroom and lit a cigarette. The pet smiled at him, and snuggled into Charlie as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, Jhonny, why don't you let him sit on your dick?" He asked.

John took a long draw and replied, "Are you sure? Wouldn't you like to go first?"

"You're the guest," Charlie said as if it was really no trouble, and to the pet added, "Lean forward and open your mouth. My friend needs and ash tray."

The pet leaned forward onto the arm of the chair, opened his mouth, and stuck out his tongue. John ashed into it and the pet swallowed.

"Have you had anyone inside you?" John asked him.

"Yes!" The pet said happily, and momentarily let go of the arm rest to clasp his hands together in joy, "My master fucked me when he came to get me, at my coming-of-age ceremony! It was amazing! He even let me cum! Then, he told the headmaster he could fuck me too, if he wanted to- and he did! They both said I was really pretty and responsive! The headmaster said my master was going to love me!" He hugged Charlie and snuggled his little face into his chest. "Thank you so much for choosing me!"

"Prove to me that I made the right choice. Sit on my friend's dick." Charlie took him by the shoulders and turned him around to face John again. When the pet saw that his cherry had burned down considerably, he leaned forward again and opened his mouth to accept the ashes, then swallowed and smiled.

"Can I?" He asked John, "Please?"

"Sure, sweetheart," John said, and thought that he was pretty cute, after all. He undid his pants and pulled down the zipper just enough to allow his dick to spring free, but he stopped the pet before he could sit down.

"No, sweetheart," he explained, "You need lube." He looked at Charlie and added with a smirk, "and some coffee for your guests wouldn't hurt."

"Mr demanding over here," Charlie huffed, tossed a vile at him, and as he was leaving muttered, "You're lucky I like you."

John giggled, and handed the cigarette to the pet. "Hold that."

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 No.15265

Sorry about the double post. I don't know how to fix it.

 No.15353

Awesome! Can't wait for the irreversible parts ;)

 No.15399

So uh, if cupcake has been his pet for twenty years, wouldn't that make them both like, late 30s minimum?



 No.15394[Reply]

test


 No.10007[Reply]

John Trimbell woke up with a start in his living room. He had fallen asleep on the couch while waiting for his wife, Judy, to get home. She was out fucking her boyfriend while he waited at home. He loved licking her cum filled pussy when she got back. He didn't mind her having a lover, especially since he had started fucking his eleven year old daughter, Trish, with his wife's approval at that. Of course they were no strangers to incest, being brother and sister as well as husband and wife. His daughter, who had just turned eleven when he started fucking her, had just begun to show with his child, and she was hornier than ever. He smiled thinking of her having his baby, maybe it would be a little girl he could fuck as well. He was jolted out of his reverie by the sound of the door opening; his wife's car must have been what woke him up.
"Hi honey, how was your date?" he asked as she came in and kissed him on the lips.
"Lie down and I'll let you taste for yourself," came the reply, with a smile.
"He quickly lay down on the couch and she straddled his face, hiking her dress up and pulling down her panties before sitting on it.
"I wore those just to keep it in for you, I know you like licking his cum out of me. You should try it right from the source sometime."
His cock, which had been spent earlier from a session fucking his pregnant daughter sprang back to life.
"Hmmm, I'll have to do something about that," smiled his wife as she spotted his erection.
"Maybe you could sit on it after my face?"
"No, I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"You might try to cum inside me, and I'm trying to have my boyfriends baby."
His cock got even harder at the thought of her cuckolding him and getting pregnant. He really liked the thought and it had inspired some fantastic lovemaking sessions with the married siblings.
"I can see how you love that thought," she purred as she started to stroke his silky yet rock hard erection.
His tongue got to work licking up his wife's lovers semen.
She continuted, "I'm fertile today, and he came so deep inside me. But I'm not going to fuck you until I get pregnant. I may want to have more of his babies. He is jealous of me and you, so I came up with a solution that would work for us. You have had two children, your daughter with me, and your child with your daughter. And I am going to have two of his children. Since you have already had yours, he suggested and I agreed to castrate you."
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 No.10008

John Goes Gay, Trish Tries Black

About a week later, when the pain where his sack used to be had subsided his wife was inspecting the site. The small bit of flesh that was below the band had shriveled up even more and fallen off, leaving a smooth patch of skin where the bands had been. His cock, which had once stood proudly about his balls was limp and unable to get hard. His wife had ordered some testosterone through the mail, but it was taking a while to arrive (having to come from Mexico.) Since he was feeling much better she decided on a family outing. As her eunuch husband and precocious daughter piled into the car they peppered her about where they were going.
"Come on, give me a hint please?" implored John.
"Why do I have to wear so much?" her 11 year old daughter whined, adjusting her clothes so more of her skin showed. The child had become quite a slut after losing her virginity to her father and seemed to always want to be scantily dressed when out of the house, and naked, preferablly on her fathers cock when in it. She was also a little on edge because her father had not been able to fuck her while he was healing.
"You have to wear that much so people don't see how young you are, now pipe down we're here." They had pulled up to a nondescript building that just said "Broader Horizions Bookstore" out front.
"What is this place?" Trish asked, seeming a little annoyed.
"It's an adult bookstore," her mother said, "and they have a some private movie rooms in the back."
"A gloryhole?" Trish asked, not sure.
"How did you know that?" her mom asked.
"It's not like I'm a baby, I know stuff." She insisted.
"Well, keep your voice down or they won't let you in."
They all got out of the care and walked in. Trish tried to act older as the passed the clerk at the front of the store. He eyed her warily as she went in, but made no move to stop her.
John, Judy, and Trish all went into a private booth in the back where a movie was showing a woman being fucked by a black man with a huge cock. She looked almost in pain and Trish stared at it wide eyed, failing to notice the equally huge black cock that poked through the hole next to her. Her mother grabbed her hand and put it on the cock, Trish jumped as she felt it in her hand, and turned her attention from the movie to the cock. Looking at her mom she started to stroke the cock and, hesitantly tasted the head. It was so massive that she couldn't get it in her mPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15232

>>10007
Is there another chapter to this? I have trouble finding any more Ducetur Manibus on this site.

 No.15243

I have a question.

What the fuck? I don't have anything against any of this. Bur the way it's written... It's so happy.

 No.15252


 No.15393

Bumping because I really want more of this



 No.15383[Reply]

This thread will be where all of my stories will be posted.

The first one for this thread will be done in a few hours or in the morning, but I wanted to go ahead and start the thread due to how long it takes new threads to appear.

 No.15385

The judge skimmed the document in his hand before looking over his desk, a grimace on his face, at the young woman with should sitting across from him. Marie Myers, short and slender, with purple hair to her shoulders, watched with piercing brown eyes. Only nineteen, dressed in a grey sweater and matching sweatpants, and black sneakers, one might have assumed her to be a college student asking to drop out of a course. In his deepest subconscious, Judge Carter probably wished this to be that scenario.

"This is a rather big commitment you have agreed to for your sister. Are you fully aware of what you're giving up?"

Marie shifted her eyes. "Yes. I know," she muttered. "My life," she thought to herself; she opened her mouth to say it but only managed a puff of air.

"Your parents committed treason, and the law only requires the execution of one child. It's highly likely that Ivy assisted then in some cases, which is why she was sentenced instead of you. Now I can't stop you from taking her place, but I will point out that you are giving your life for an alleged traitor."

"Ivy's only twelve, she didn't know what she was doing. My parents brainwashed her with their fascist ideologies, just as they tried to do me. With them gone from her life she has a chance to see our parents for the demons they were. She's only a child with her whole life ahead of her, and I'd hate to see it cut short for them."

"She may be young, but you're only nineteen yourself. Seeing as you turned your family in, we can be certain that you will make for a more valuable citizen. Ivy may not see the error of her ways, and if she so much as doodles a single swastika she will be facing execution again."

"She might or might not come back here, but if I don't give her that second chance I will regret this for the rest of my life. Knowing that my sister died because I left her to the same demons I escaped from is worse than dying in my opinion."

The judge rested his face on his hand as he looked over the document for several seconds, as if trying to find some loophole or some words of persuasion.
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 No.15236[Reply]

Hello all. I felt inspired by the recent Network test for SC6 and wanted to finally create and share something. I hope you enjoy it!


Narrator: The winner is the last man standing…

Sophitia had backed Kilik into a corner, having knocked Kali-Yuga from his hands and approaching with sword and shield drawn. She must have Soul Edge, no matter what it takes. But Kilik too, must destroy Soul Edge—no matter what it takes. Reluctantly, he tears the protective talisman from his chest. He had been warned by Edge Master to never remove the bracelet as it was the only thing preventing Kilik from being consumed by Soul Edge’s corruption. However, he was confident that he could control the power and use it destroy the cursed blade and free himself from the curse.

Kilik was wrong.

Immediately, the cursed swords power overtook him. In a violent explosion of dark energy, Sophitia is thrown back and separated from her weapons. She slams against a wall, and then slides to the ground. When she recovers, she looks up to see her opponent covered in red markings and his hair flailing violently. She quickly scampers towards her weapons, but she is intercepted by her imposing opponent. Kilik violently snatches her by the neck and lifts her up, gazing psychotically into her frightened eyes. A mass of dark energy accumulates in his free hand, and at its apex he slams it into Sophitia’s core. Her body wanted to fly back from the force, but Kilik’s grip was too strong and instead the energy disperses all over her body. She screams out in pain as the corruption of Soul Edge reaches inside of her, and as the energy shreds her clothing to tatters. She is left completely exposed by the attack, with her generously sized breasts shaking violently from the attack. Her mind is overwhelmed with pain, and at a loss for control over her body. She is completely exposed and completely vulnerable.

With his opponent crippled, Kilik shoves her to the ground hard enough to crack the earth beneath her, and in an instant he mounts the woman. Sophitia now finds herself staring at the corrupted man’s member, itself clearly having been engorged beyond normal means by the blade. She had been with men before of course, and the throbbing phallus she now was corned by was at least twice the size of any of those men. She knew what was coming and tried to brace herself for the pain and humiliation she was too experience. Alas, when Kilik pressed down Post too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15237

Great work! I really enjoyed it!

Also, that last line... are you planning a sequel? I'd love to see Cassandra meet Nightmare.

 No.15362

Cassandra’s Nightmare

After discovering the raped and neutered corpse of her sister, Sohpitia, impaled upon the staff known as Kali-Yuga, Cassandra knew who she must seek out. She tracked the man known as Kilik to the top of the evil tower that had erected itself from the core of earth, only to find him already defeated. The young woman stood and watched as the Azure Knight drained the evil essence from Kilik, growing in strength every second. When the Nightmare noticed her presence, it threw Kilik from the ground and from the swirling core of its own body it retrieved a massive blade—Soul Edge.

With her own blessed sword and shield, she stood ready to face the Azure Knight. Her dexterity allowed to repel the gigantic sword several times, landing her own sword strikes. But how was one to kill a living suit of armor? As they fought, she took several glancing blows from the mighty weapon, leaving her clothing tattered and nearly falling to pieces. Small amounts of blood crept from the gaps in cloth, staining the blue material into a dark black. She learned the monster’s fighting style as they battled, and began incorporating more quick spins, ducks, and leaps into her movements to give her the advantage. But the monster was learning too, and waited for her to spin horizontally. Cassandra spun herself to the left of a sword thrust, and expected to land behind the slow moving beast. But with a sudden burst of speed, Nightmare pulled back his blade and throw it upwards and away from himself. Cassandra felt a searing pain in her chest as her spun was brought to a sudden stop, and the sudden removal of significant weight from her front caused her to fall backwards onto her ass. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming out in agony. Blood and some sort of yellow, fatty substance coated the ground where she had just stood. Horrified, she stared dead ahead at the sight of her breasts lying on the floor and seeping blood.

She looked down at the bloodied chest just to be sure, and for the first time in her adult life she could see her own lower body—sight unhindered by her large mammories. Desperate and not in her right mind, she began crawling towards the precious globes and their perfect pink nipples leaving a smeared trail of blood in her wake. Amused, the monstrous Nightmare plunged its blade into Cassandra’s back, pinning her to the ground. She nearly lost her voice screaming, as the evil weapon severed her spine. It’s prey trapped, NPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15379

oh, damn! Didn't expect to see the continuation of this after gurochan vanished. Loved it!



 No.15333[Reply]

This thread will contain stories involving preteen girls being killed; mostly outright murder, although there will be a few consent and suicide stories.

—-

My first story is response to a prompt /RP/.

President's Daughter

Patricia Viktorinova believes she is on her way home from violin lessons. She is only nine, with shoulder-length blonde hair and blue eyes, and President Alexander Viktorinov's only daughter and youngest child. Patricia is also her daddy's favorite, as well as the favorite of the staff he hired to look after his children; she is well-behaved and polite, unlike her brothers. Everyone tends to spoil the little lady, and because of that she has developed an unusually high level of trust towards them. When her chauffeur, even though her father only hired him two months ago, turns down the wrong street Patricia she is too busy devouring the unusually large tin of chocolate chip cookies and tall cup of chocolate milk Mister Levchenko brought her, while watching a cartoon on her smartphone, to notice; the idea that she could be in danger while in the presence of a man her loving father entrusted with her safe transportation never crosses her mind. She falls asleep soon, with the half-eaten tin of cookies and phone sliding to the floor, without serious thought as to why she is not at home on time.


For almost two hours Viktor Levchenko drives, leaving the city and into a more rural part of the country. A fat lump seems to form in the back of his throat and swells up several times as his destination grows closer. Viktor wonders how such a wonderful and beautiful child could have been created by a man such as the President. If she could be given to a loving family, perhaps in another country… but she is too old for that to work. And the mission he was given by the Peace Restoration Force is not to give the child of a dictator a better home, but to make that dictator take notice of their pleas. He needs to know that he and his family are not safe from the People's wrath. His thoughts turn to his own daughter, who starved to death as the President wasted unnecessary resources on this hopeless war with the European Federation.


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 No.15336

Apologies for the multiple posts. I was getting errors during the first few attempts and didn't know that it actually went through.

 No.15378

I expected to find my sister dead before I opened the door to her room. My parents have no idea that I overheard them planning the poison her. The Population Regulations Committee selected her to be among the millions purged this year; as human populations have reached into the trillions, many believe it to be necessary. It was customary for people to purge themselves, as the Committee's methods were not painless. Parents whose children were selected generally preferred to snuff them without their knowledge.


Even so, I whispered her name as I closed the door behind me. "Kayla!"


No response.


I flipped a switch and light flooded the room. She was laying on her bed; on top of the blanket, as usual. The crotch of her blue skirt was damp, and the sheets around her buttocks stained yellow. Her eyes were closed. "She just peed the bed. She isn't dead," I thought to myself, even though I knew it was a lie.


"Kayla! Are you…?"


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 No.15368[Reply]

“Alright guys–” the camera was shaky and blurry, picking up only darkness before finally settling and catching on Peter’s face.

The image was grainy and tough to see, but at this point in the live-stream, that wasn’t what mattered.

The young man talks in a hushed tone.

“Is this working– one mill already… jeezus. Okay, hey guys.” He was young and sweet, a big, doofy smile under his balaklava.
“In this room–” he motions to the door he stands next to, “– is Ivy Mitchell. It’s her first time, both being filmed and actually doing it– so go easy on her.”

The chat exploded with excited, anxious comments. They were ready to see the blossoming teen work.

“Now– she’s doing some great work, but Ryan and I think we should surprise her to a little treat. So when we get close–” he held up a shimmering knife to the camera, “–we’re gonna give her a present.”

Peter tucked the blade into his waistband just in his back.

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 No.15031[Reply]

This will be a series of stories featuring Octopath Traveler's playable female characters

Tressa: Winning the Merchant's Fair


tags: cons, f-solo, M/F, beheading



Tressa walked through the long bridge that was the entrance to the city of Grandport. She was taking her steps quite slowly - it wasn’t too typical of her, but she was being weighed down by the huge case that contained her entry for the Merchant’s Fair. Even so, she wasn’t bothered by that at all - her mind all consumed by the sights of the beautiful coastal city. Stumbling forward, she finally was able to make her way to the inn. Even if the town was packed with other merchants arriving for the Fair, she still managed to get herself a room and unload her package and her huge backpack there. With that out of the way, she left the building with much more freedom than before - and she happily ran ahead for a while, making sure to get a good look at everything that seemed interesting to her and eavesdropping on people who were talking She eventually stopped at another of the city’s bridges, asking in the beautiful sight of the ocean before turning her eyes to the massive marketplace that still awaited her, already giddy at the thought possible great deals she could strike in the various stalls there. Eventually, her eyes moved for the huge building at the very end of the marketplace - Tressa’s instinct was telling her that it was the bazaar where the Fair’s main action would be held.

Once her eyes settled on it, she couldn’t contain herself - and Tressa’s feet began to take her towards the building. The merchant didn’t walk for too long, though - as she was walking down the steps from the bridge, she saw a beautiful blonde girl in a beautiful blue dress walking up the stairs a bit below her. She looked to be about the same age as Tressa herself was, and her dress showed that the girl was a part of the nobility. However, Tressa could tell that the girl was struggling with each step she took - and eventually, she fell down, supporting herself with her hands. Seeing this, Tressa immediately ran over to her. “Are you all right!?” She asked the girl while extending one hand to her to help her get up. “Yes, thank you.” The unknown girl grabbed on to her hand, and got up. After reassuring Tressa once more that she was fine, the girl tried to go on ahead - but instead, collapsed just a bit further. “Yeah, right.” Tressa commented to herself while runninPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.15349

Second round? We gonna see the same 4 with varying deaths? Can't wait

 No.15350

>>15349 Correct! The girls who got a cons death will get a non-con one this time, and vice-versa ^^ The ways they die will all be different from the ones that happened so far, too. Sadly, it might take me a while to get to it - working on a few other projects for now :/

 No.15355

If I might request Tressa be strangled in some way, I'd be pleased :)

 No.15359

>>15355 Sorry, but I already have her (And all the others, too) death planned out, and it won't be a strangling. Hoping you can still enjoy it

 No.15367

I'm sure it'll be good, wherever it is. Strangling is my preferred method



 No.15354[Reply]

[hard core, werebeast, size difference, non-lethal]

Ashley jaywalked through the empty boulevard, her arms swinging merrily. She liked walking around the town at night. The dry winter air was refreshing after the grueling 10-hour shift she always had on weekends. She had taken off her coat and tucked it in her backpack, letting her sweat dry out into the cold. The town she lived in was quite small, so she was not worried about anyone seeing her on this part of the town.

She was quite proud of her body. She was easily among the most attractive on her office, with natural tan skin, dark brown long hair that she kept flowing freely, and a healthy mix of muscle and fat on her curves. Although she lack mass on her ass, her bosoms’ size and softness satisfied her and her partner, and that's enough for her. Plus, if anyone really dared touch her, her stun gun on a small pocket under her pack would keep her safe.

That said, she was shocked when she soared thirty feet across the road. She landed with a sickening crunch as bone shards shred her flesh inside out. The road below her was streaked with red. Her bag flew across the sky, landing nowhere near.

She was too stunned by the fall to do anything. Her entire body were both cold and warm at the same time. A bizarre sensation enveloped her left arm. She felt her spine crack with every movement she made. Yet her mind was oddly clear. She wanted help. She screamed, but she could only hear her own blood rushing with adrenaline inside her.

After some moments laying in confusion, she sensed a wisp of movement from behind her. Using her good arm, she propped herself up to see better. However hard she struggled, she could only manage to roll onto her left side. The blurry figure on the end of the road slowly approached, but she could not tell who’s coming for her. The world was all black and blue in her eyes.

Her attacker was getting close, and they kept growing bigger in her eyes. Bigger than a man. A vending machine. A car. Soon they were right beside her, and encompassed almost half her remaining vision. The beast was as tall as a telephone pole, as built as a bear. She could make out two pairs of furry arms, each with large claws that glinted under the moonlight. Their mouth looked like it could swallow her without problem. She wasn’t sure whether their head looked closer to a bear or a wolf, but she was sure she want to be nowhere near that face. Unfortunately, tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Cool, it actually got in the system. Thought it didn't get in because of the GC.report table error thingy.



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