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 No.7898[Reply]

Brian Jurk had enough. Sally Bech (7 months pregnant and just a week away from turning 18), and her younger sister, 13-year-old Suzie, pushed him too far when they tattled on him to 23-y.o. Ms. Buht. She was generally sweet and in her first year of teaching, but didn't want to be seen as a pushover so gave him detention.


He had a shotgun his older friend legally gifted him. He put his smartphone in his shirt pocket and hiked a mile to Sally's house, knowing where it was because he picked his friend up from there several times, often hearing him complain about how he didn't want a kid and was worried Sally poked holes in the condoms she kept.

Her parents were at work and she was home alone. He opened the back door and crept quietly in. He heard music from the bathroom and as he got closer, her moaning in the bathtub. Her belly floated above her, her eyes were closed, and her feet rested high on the windowsill. The water covered her ears and reached her deep red lips.

He moved silently toward her, slowly raised his gun, aimed right at her pussy being palmed, and took a long but quiet breath. She moved her hand up and down, side to side, circling her womanhood as she played with her boobies and lips with her other hand. She lowered her feet into the water and arched her pussy into the air, unwittingly making a glaring target for his slug, and moved her fingers in and out, eventually inserting her thumb into her asshole and pinching herself deeply, using her pink on her clit and her other 2 fingers deeper.

} - \ ! B A M ! / - {

Her eyes went wide and she made no noise; she then felt overwhelming pain and splashed wildly, holding her pained right arm up to her face and seeing her right hand had been blown off. She quickly gasped and screamed in pain, thrashing in the water. Suddenly seeing Brian in there with there with her, she stretched her arms out, one a bloody cracked stump where her wrist used to be, and begged "NO PLEASE BRIAN I'M SO SORR-" He stomped on her chest, holding her with all his might beneath the water. Bubbles flew up from her shocked face and she tried to get him off, her left arm grasping his leg and pulling as hard as she could, then punching his knee. Her right leg was entirely useless and in immense pain, more than even her arm but not as much as her pelvis. Her right arm, just a bloody stump flailing away and pushing at his leg, was as effective, and her left leg scrambled in the air as she tried tPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.7929

Oh my~ I'm living this. Any chance you could make the boy cum and slice his dickbof as he does~?

 No.7934

I wasn't planning on it. Maybe I'll have him shove it up a final victim before he gets her and himself killed so she'll always have him in her<3

 No.7936

Brian removed half the ice from the ice-cooler in the other room, constantly bringing Leah near hypothermia then burning her with scalding water. He even yanked her out of the shower and dragged her by her ankles to throw her into the ice cooler.

She begged and pleaded for him to not kill her.
"PLEASE SIR OH PLEASE SIR!"
"Be a good girl." He left her in there for several minutes before opening it again.
"YES SIR OH THANK YOU SIR!" the crying little girl with pert tits expressed her desperate gratitude as he yanked her from the ice cooler and threw her to the ground. She had been burned, spanked, and iced, her belly smacked as she was forced to dance in silly poses with her weak arms holding her soaked clothes above her head. How could she withstand what came next?

He filled a small pot with kerosene and made her sit in it and rub some on her tits with her own hands, then tied her hands to the metal railing by the stairs.

Oh! She could dance then! Her fire ass was swinging all over the place and she screamed loudly, but the basement muffled it well and her younger brother took no interest if he could hear her through his blasting headphones. She put her hands on her ass and that lit them on fire! He took a stick from the stockpile of fire wood and kept poking her ass until it caught fire too and he could poke her breasts, setting them aflame as well. She was such a sight! Filled with painful thermal and kinetic energy, the flames eventually died down but she kept dancing in pain.

He tied her the other way and ripped some dots on her belly and she knew what was next, begging "NOOOooohhhhhoooo ohhh gawhd nooo!!" But he lit anyway, and she danced freshly. He let her stand there in disgrace and nerve-wracking pain for half an hour before cutting the rope.

He gripped her arms behind her back with his right arm below her back and held her legs over her bruised tummy with his left, holding her ankles in hand, and carried her back to the bathroom, partly charred and folded in half.

"Clog the drain with your clothes. Fill it with your panties!" She obeyed and he shoved her socks and crumpled bra in her mouth. He poured all the coals, multiple big previously-unopened bags-wroth, all over the bottom of the shower and poured all the kerosene over it, except that he saved some to run over her legs and run some over her wrists and elbows, and especially over her already burned ass.

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 No.7937

"It's Brian Jurk." She looked back into the camera. "He is shown humiliating, degrading, torturing them... even cutting his own... um. Cutting himself and smearing blood..."

Brian stroked his scarred cock and grinned on his memory of wiping it on Leah's prolapsed anus before making it guzzle kerosene. He went back to his favorite sites and looked at the videos and images he uploaded of her scrunched below herself with her legs wide and all her parts on display.

"That's what I call high-quality." His friend Jack lit up.

 No.9468

>>9462

You want more?



 No.9278[Reply]

Crawling forward eagerly on all fours His obedient cuntnun wriggles whorishly to His boot, brainlessly prostrating as she simpers in sluttish slavery beneath Him, her adoring eyes gazing up at the glorious Lord as she lewdly rubs her tongue along side his boot. "Praise Him, worship Him, obey Him, forever." His fanatically fawning fuckpuppet coo's as her drooling, painted lips press an adoring kiss against His shoe, her reverent gaze turned up towards the almighty Lord above her. Astride His dread throne above her, the dominant Lord pays the pathetic cunt little mind, one of many crowding at the feet of His dread avatar, the abhorrent throne crafted of the cuntmeat of many young sluts, each sexualized remnant squirming to serve the supreme Lord. The chapel resounds with the slavishly chanted prayers unto the Lord of Doom, His power absolute, granting both the mercy of continued life in service to Him, and death in blessed sacrifice unto Him, at His mere whim.*
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 No.9282

>>9280
I preffer lighter climate. If murder is not required check out this band:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBhrJSpGQpw

 No.9284

Sorry, but this is simply terrible.

 No.9307

*His quivering and stunned, stupid cunt shaking her vapid head, knowing that sacrifice and subjugation unto Him is _always_ required, the wicked tread of His bloody boots absorbing all of her feeble, female attention as she eagerly and wantonly debases her rubberclad fuckflesh on all fours below Him. "All glory and praise unto You, Master." His cooing cumdoll purrs as she rubs her pretty, painted face alongside His malefic shoe, her empty head just another over-sized and empty melon to be crushed beneath His boot. The lewdly jiggling sexdoll squirms in supplication to the Lord, her voluptuous body writhing filthily upon the floor of His immaculate temple.*

 No.9337

I've learned a few more words, you have a pretty great vocabulary. I guess I can thank you for that :D
I like the detail of your descriptions, but the scene seems a bit too static...nothing really happens other than the sluts moaning or squirming at the feet of this...Lord of Doom. Of course...if that's what gets you off, there's no problem with you writing about it.
Also,your phrases are way too drawn out and it's hard to tell much about what's going on. You could try lessening your adjective count. <- just friendly advice

 No.9453

I think this is nice, just the way it is. It sets out to do one thing, and it does it well.

Although once I get a few sentences in, I start to imagine Will Ferrell narrating this, and it gets weird.



 No.9437[Reply]

so a friend of mine challenged me to write some smut from first person perspective, and instead I wrote this. I was feeling particularly self hating when I wrote this so this is supposed to be me, and is loosely based on one time the ex boyfriend of a girl I was seeing showed up at my house and threatened to kill me. so without further ado, enjoy me being raped.

Its a long walk back home from work, and of course its midnight. With my luck someone will try to mug me or worse, but it was a long and tiring day, and I'm anxious to get home. Angry phone calls from my girlfriends ex boyfriend mixed in with the expected perils of retail did not combine to make it an enjoyable day.

Older men grossly flirting with me and attempts to feel me up still fresh in my mind, i send a few texts to my girlfriend to complain while i take a shortcut through a parking lot. Powerful arms reach out from a shadowy van as i walk by it and grab me; covering my mouth and dragging me into the shadowy interior.

Hands rip and tear at my clothing until I'm laying on the cold floor of the van in my bra and panties, staring in shock and fear at my assaulters. Three masked men sit around me, all otherwise naked and all more than well hung. The men don't waste any time in tearing the last of my clothes off before forcing me on top of the biggest cock and shoving it into my cunt; the second largest pounds into my ass, and the last penis is forced down my throat when i begin to scream.

My attackers are far from gentle; my arms are painfully pulled behind me by the rapist plowing my ass and the man I'm forced to ride reaches his large hands to my throat and chokes me when I try to bite down on the prick fucking my face, occasionally letting go of my neck to slap my tits and pull at my nipples. All the while i hear the men spitting out insults; "Dyke" and "Lesbo Slut" are two of the more popular names they call me.

After what feels like two hours of non-stop rape i feel the cock stuffing my throat twitch before it shoots cum down my gullet. The man in my ass climaxes next, and i feel him pull my arms back harder and me farther onto his dick as jizz coats my bowels. I feel nothing but shame as the last penis in me finishes, my womb filling up with my rapists seed and doubtlessly impregnating me. The men pull out of my violated holes and drop me back on the floor of the van where I curl up and cry, but it isn't long before I'm grabbed again and painfully thrown oPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9444

sage



 No.4634[Reply]

Hello, I'm Poguemahone. You might remember me from such stories as "A Cunning Plan", "Berty's Watch", "Applebloom Lends a Hand" and "The Interview".

So I've not really been updating a lot. This has happened before. The stories I write are fantasies I dream up, then put to paper. Sometimes I try to be smart and high-concept and end up writing stories that aren't genuine fantasies, and that never works. So I took a break, and thought of a really dumb idea that made me laugh, but I still think it's hot. So here we are, just to get me back into the writing mood.

Also: finally going with a username. Keep an eye out for it!




Fun with Faeries



Tim really couldn’t wait to get home. Today had been, quite frankly, awful. A late shift in the shitty retail store he worked in had drained him of most of his energy. He had spent the whole day on the check-outs, having inane conversations at the best of times and actively wishing for death the rest of the time. When the store had finally closed he had practically flown away. At least tomorrow he would be free to indulge in his main activities these days, mainly surfing the web and masturbating (possibly both at once).

As poor Tim walked home to his lonely little apartment, he couldn’t help but feel more and more down. Life had taken a dramatic downhill turn for him in the last few months. Most of his friends had moved to the bigger cities around the country, his parents were distant and he hadn’t gotten laid in years. He was putting on weight from the junk food he was eating, and it wasn’t like he was one to go to the gym. If he didn’t work practically full-time in a job he hated he would be out on the streets. Tim knew that he needed his luck to change. Maybe he should finally buy a guitar and learn it. Maybe he could play the starving artist part. He had half of it down already.

The sky looked down on him disapprovingly. A few stars had shown up despite everything. One in particular was shining particularly hard, as if it was trying to communicate some alien message. Tim stared up at it, almost tripping on a loose piece of pavement as he walked. A thought struck him, and he laughed and shook his head, but the thought remained: “When you wish upon a star…”

“…Fuck it…” he murmured, shrugging sadly. He mumbled his little wish under his breath. Nothing happened, of course, but he felt a little better for it. Then he went home.

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 No.9083

Looking forward to it. =)

 No.9084

Looking forward to it. =)

 No.9109

Me too!
While browsing on e-hentai, found an other intresting idea not unalike the one of Berty's watch: a product that temporary kill a persone. The one that take it is dead but only for a limited amount of time, and once this time is over ther persone will come back to live no matter what happened to his/her body while he/she was dead.
See it here : https://e-hentai.org/g/973540/16b7ae3ece/

 No.9112

>>9109

I've seen it before and it's a wonderful comic

>>9075

Ooft, great to hear, can't wait. I am tumescent with anticipation.

 No.9423

Bump !

Haha got you! I'm sure you where quivering with anticipation for an new chapter.

Jock aside, no news from new since one month Poguemahone. How do you do?
Have you any fun stuff you work on? Or just amazing new ideas you want to share?
If you just tell me that you are alive and reasonably healthy, I would already be plenty happy.



 No.9217[Reply]

This is my latest work. I've been...inspired after seeing the picture bellow, of Melissa Soria.

http://nifmagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/20140911_4726-Edit.jpg

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*knock*

There's a brief pause.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in, please!" a man smoking a cigar and browsing through some expenditure reports says in a bored tone.

A pretty and young woman comes in. She's wearing the Snuff Club's uniform designed for the so called Satisfaction Bunny–high heels, a pair of reddish stockings that stop just under her lower thighs. No panties. Her role as a sex doll at the club is to provide the guests with as much pleasure as possible during the snuff show that goes on the stage, so her beautiful and succulent pussy has to be on display. She also has a reddish bra, but the fabric is very thin and molds beautifully around her tear-shaped natural breasts, which are probably D cups. There’s little else that could be considered clothing on her. There’s also a small heart tattoo on one of her butt cheeks. It usually grabs the attention of some customers.

“Hello” she says a bit shy at first;

“Well…Hello. I’m pretty busy now, so state the purpose for this visit.” Replies the club manager.

“My name is Melissa. I’ve worked here for a few months now. The pay is really nice and I’m grateful for that… but I want to move up! I want to serve the club’s more select clientele. All my collegues say I’m doing pretty good and I should move up. There’s been no –“

“Fine. No need to over explain yourself Melissa.” The manager cuts in, seizing her up. She’s a fiery latina with chestnut velvety hair that floats like a curtain around the back of her head, accompanying her hazelnut eyes. She’s clearly aroused judging by her protruding nipples and prominent outer labias.

“Come now…I won’t deny you the change to try and move up the ranks. You seem like an ambitious young woman. I’ll give you a test. You have 10 minutes to make me cum…starting: NOW!” the manager says, as he rises from his chair.

Melissa is clearly surprised, but she obliges right away. She begins her routine by locking eye contact with Carl, the manager. She bites her lips in the most provocative manner that she can, then runs her hands from her mouth to her breasts, which she squeezes while twirling and arching hePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9222

Love it! Such a great read. Good setup, very sexy, and the combo of precise and deliberate snuff along with brutal messy destruction, is just, DAMN, 47! And nice pic, great inspiration for the mood of the story.

You asked about your writing style, and while I didn't have my "critiquer's hat" on while reading- I can assure you that nothing stuck out as "this aspect doesn't contribute to the awesomeness", in fact I might go check out your Emperor story now even though the tags didn't catch my eye.

Fucking awesome fresh material, thanks 47!

 No.9223

Thank you for your reply. It made my day. Really.

I don't think I'll be writing more anytime soon though... :( I've discovered NoFap on reddit and I have made a commitment. It was rather difficult writing this story w/o orgasming but I've made it... I won't take the chance again, I almost failed my streak.

 No.9416

Not sure where to post this, so because I don't want to start another thread...

I found this movie... Piranha 2010 and it had quite a few hotties that got slaughtered, so I made this compilation of the main two sluts and a side scene.
Took me about 5 hours to edit, but this is my first time in Sony Vegas
Main:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w2FB9XbMv_4
Side:
https://youtu.be/fsvblNpbeX4

 No.9418

Loved the vids



 No.9348[Reply]

I finished this one a few days ago, but I wasn't planning in posting it. A few people have already read it, and one of them told me to upload it here, telling me she liked it, so we will see.

Its quiet long, as there is a plot there, but if you just want to go straight into the sex it starts on the second half. As always, let me know what you think if it (good or bad)!




tags: F/f, cons, non-cons, first, lesbian, anal, piss, toys, rape, bagging, snuff

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 woke up in the middle of the night, screaming and covered in sweat. It was still raining softly outside and the room was cold and dark. Pulling the duvet under my nose I turned on the lamp I had by the bed.

The dim light was barely enough to fill the room, allowing me to see that I was still alone, through the door that led to the hallway was open, and beyond it there was only darkness.

Whipping the tears from my face, I started sobbing as I tried to remember the nightmare that had woke me up, but it seemed to fade more and more with every second. Cursing myself I grabbed the notepad I kept on the bedside table and I wrote what little I could remember of it.

When I couldn't remember anything else, I pushed the notepad away, and I buried myself under the duvet, trembling in fear. Promising that tomorrow I would finally check the basement, I tried to get back to sleep, but it was a long time before I could.




Almost a year ago I found out my aunt Jennifer had died of a heart attack. She was only 55 years old, and while I haven't seen her in a while, we used to talk on the phone for hours as I told her about the books I was working on. We were the only family we had left.

My parents had died 5 years ago, a few days before my 25th birthday. They were driving back from one of their friends party, and my dad lost control of the car. He skidded out of the road, right into a tree that split the car in two, killing them both. He had been drinking, and while one of his friend had told him not to drive, he insisted, telling him we was just fine.

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 No.9385

>>9383
Ahhh, I forgot to leave the link. Here you go!

www.asstr.org/~Eficient/

 No.9388

Wow! And I agree the ending is sad. I have a suggestion for a second version of this story with a lighter ending.

Melanie moves in, her Dad signing away custodyfor a nice check that keeps him drinking for a while. A few days after moving in she finds the disks and is immediately addicted. She meets Natalie and brings her home as a love gift. Then Natalie starts to bitch about and she gets Melanies ending.

As I said just a suggestion lol!

 No.9393

>>9388
Well, you are not the first to say the its a sad ending, but it was kind of the idea. However, I have to admit that up the the point in which Melanie sits down to talk with Helen the ending was still open. I had a similar idea to what you said, but Natalie wasn't included, they just formed a sort of team that started luring other girls in. I might do a different ending at some point, but knowing me I probably wont. Feel free to do so if you like!

 No.9396

>>9393

I might just do that. Thanks for the permission! I´ll start as soon as I have my actual project finished.

 No.9399

>>9396
No problem! If you post it here I will definitely check it out! As I said, up to the very end the story might have gone either way!



 No.9256[Reply]

I witnessed what I had done, and my mind raced, thinking about the luxuries that were coming next. In that tiny cinder block room a smell of mildew and damp air filled my lungs. A single wired light bulb hung from the ceiling, right in between us. It illuminated the room with a yellow tinted glow, I saw the bright light reflect off her beautiful pale skin. She had pretty hazel eyes and dark black hair. She sat in a cold metal chair neatly placed in the dead center of the room. She was striped of all her clothes down to her bra and underwear. Her wrists and feet were bound to the chair with neon green wire ties. Her hands red from her struggling and the shear snugness of the bands. I walked around the room and watched as she shook and twitched with every step I made, every breath I took. I don't think I've ever seen a person in such a scared and animalistic state. I pulled her face close to mine with my hand underneath her chin, and stared at her. A single tear rolled down her face washing away some of her cute black eyeliner. I didn't say a word. I just stepped back and I turned around to face the direction she was looking. The wall had a complete assortment of power-tools and other violent instruments. Knives, saws, and power drills with VERY large bits. This is going to be worth the effort I thought to myself, quite pleased. I grabbed a dental pick and a block of rubber from the cart next to her chair. I hooked the pick into her bottom lip and whispered in her ear “open up”. She didn’t listen. I grabbed the top of her head and bashed it into the back of the metal chair. This time in a more aggressive almost screaming voice I said again “Open up”. I forced the dental pick downward pushing it into her lip. She gave way with a short gasp of pain. I grabbed the block and forced it into her mouse. I held the palm of my hand against it and kept pressure down on it. I grabbed an Exacto-knife off my cart and she began to squirm and shake her head violently. I grabbed the knife placing my fingers close to the tip and pushed it into the side of her lip. Cutting it as if it was some dotted line. Her muffled cries gave me a tingling feeling in my chest, the thought of her pain, I loved it and I wanted more. The tears started, Her face was covered in wet eyeliner and I heard her breathing get faster. She was trying to cope but it was too intense. The room was so secluded and so quite I could hear her racing heart as well as my own, this was my first time doing this aPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.9264

>>9261

9258 was one of his sockpuppets, can't you see? little fucker wanted some attention.

 No.9294

Actually maybe I (Anon 9258) thought it was just a good story?

 No.9303

I witnessed what I had done, and my mind raced, thinking about the luxuries that were coming next. In that tiny cinder block room a smell of mildew and damp air filled my lungs. A single wired light bulb hung from the ceiling, right in between us. It illuminated the room with a yellow tinted glow, I saw the bright light reflect off her beautiful pale skin.

She had pretty hazel eyes and dark black hair. She sat in a cold metal chair neatly placed in the dead center of the room. She was striped of all her clothes down to her bra and underwear. Her wrists and feet were bound to the chair with neon green wire ties. Her hands red from her struggling and the shear snugness of the bands.

I walked around the room and watched as she shook and twitched with every step I made, every breath I took. I don't think I've ever seen a person in such a scared and animalistic state. I pulled her face close to mine with my hand underneath her chin, and stared at her. A single tear rolled down her face washing away some of her cute black eyeliner.

I didn't say a word. I just stepped back and I turned around to face the direction she was looking. The wall had a complete assortment of power-tools and other violent instruments. Knives, saws, and power drills with VERY large bits. This is going to be worth the effort I thought to myself, quite pleased.

I grabbed a dental pick and a block of rubber from the cart next to her chair. I hooked the pick into her bottom lip and whispered in her ear “open up”. She didn’t listen. I grabbed the top of her head and bashed it into the back of the metal chair. This time in a more aggressive almost screaming voice I said again “OPEN UP”. I forced the dental pick downward pushing it into her lip. She gave way with a short gasp of pain. I grabbed the block and forced it into her mouth. I held the palm of my hand against it and kept pressure down on it. I grabbed an Exacto-knife off my cart and she began to squirm and shake her head violently.

I grabbed the knife placing my fingers close to the tip and pushed it into the side of her lip. Cutting it as if it was some dotted line. Her muffled cries gave me a tingling feeling in my chest, the thought of her pain, I loved it and I wanted more. The tears started, Her face was covered in wet eyeliner and I heard her breathing get faster. She was trying to cope but it was too intense.

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 No.9308

Do some damage to her pussy or tits?

 No.9326

>>9259
>>9261
>>9264

o no it's da bich brgade



 No.7935[Reply]

Elise, called Lisa by everyone she loved, enjoyed nothing more than spanking her younger half-sister. Living in a very mixed region of relative peace, she was very powerful and popular. Her shimmering black hair and green eyes were sharp and straight. Her tits were big, but not over large or unwieldy for her slim but well-muscled chest. Her apple bottom was perfectly round and pert, and she made for a mature and intimiating figure.

Her younger much younger step-sister, Leah was just half-way through highschool and enjoying her summerbreak as best she could, which wasn't easy due to her only family being her tyrannical sibling. At hardly 5' tall, wearing shoes, she had breasts that were also large, especially for her otherwise petite frame, and hips that were just as round as her sister. Her ass was actually much bigger and took up more of her legs than her soft thighs just underneath.

Being immensely tech-savvy, a skilled cook and martial artist, and particularly a competent tactician, Lisa commanded the respect of even her political foes and loved making a show of her punishing her younger sister, particularly in the nation to her South-West, where she lived at the border.

They hated her but adored beating people, especially young children, and needed powerful allies. She fit the bill, but was constantly a thorn in their side, breaking their laws and many suspected she gave money to rebel groups. It was discovered that she had accounts doing just that, but she blamed her younger sister, Leah, and swore to make things right.

"I will give her a punishment to sate you all!" She exclaimed on her video channels.

"If she doesn't execute the little bitch with hornets, she hasn't made things right." A pundit said. Many commenters under her videos agreed, saying similar things.
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 No.8888

>>8173

then stfu

 No.8966

What the hell is going on here? Yeah, the story's not the best but why is there such a disproportionate backlash?

I know we all like to read and write about horrible people doing horrible things, but let's try to not be our characters. Give the writer some criticisms and feedback, don't just spew unnecessary hate.

 No.8969

Thank you. I appreciate the legitimate criticisms, btw. This really isn't my best work. I've taken to writing outlines, which is what this really should've been. I didn't have much in the way of that at the time. Here's to improvement and contribution all around!

 No.9002

Gay name gay story.1/10

 No.9312

My name is, I believe the term, unisex, though there's nothing wrong with a name having sex with whatever gender it prefers, as long as the name is with consenting adults. The story is somewhat lesbian at parts. Yw.



 No.8947[Reply]

Hello Gurochan. I'm the owner of Karl Luck's Dungeon (http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/Stories.html).

I decided to post some stories here for feedback. I'm willing to accept criticism on anything I write here, or anything already on the site, so long as it's constructive criticism. I will generally ignore "It sucks" unless it's accompanied by why it sucks and how I can improve.

I'll start by posting a recent rough draft.

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"Bianca Ruiz, please step up to the Termination Chair!" Mr. Cunning boomed across the auditorium.

Bianca yelped at the announcement, although it was not entirely a yelp of surprise. At the end of each month the student who had the lowest grade would be snuffed in front of the whole school, and Bianca's grades were abysmal. She expected either Sabrina or Jin to be the ones to die, since their grades were just as bad due to both of them being pregnant. Bianca supposed that none of them would reach the end of the year, anyways.

The 16-year-old Latina got up from her seat and sluggishly made her way to the stage and to her demise, holding her head down and ignoring the gaze of onlookers as she passed their seats. The fear of death was bad enough, but the humiliation of knowing that everyone would be watching was unbearable.

Mrs. Dean, a 30-something blonde with huge tits, approached Bianca. "Remove your uniform and leave them on the steps," she instructed.

Bianca expected this; she had been attending these monthly executions for two years now.

"Is this really necessary?" She mumbled as she quickly threw off her clothes and dropped them on the floor. Then her cheeks went red as she quickly realized the number of boys in the audience who were now looking at her naked body, many of whom were making cat calls or whistling.

"Now go sit in that chair." Mrs Dean told her.

Bianca took a seat in the metal foldable chair with her legs spread open for everyone to see her shaved cunt; if the boys wanted to admire her body then she would put on a little show. Her fingers went to her pussy and she started to masturbate.

After thirty more seconds a man walked onto the stage holding a semi-automatic pistol. He came to a halt behind her and grabbed her long black hair.

"Can you please let me finish?" She whined.

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 No.9246

@Karl Luck I ABSOLUTELY love your stories (M/g only). I'd like them a bit longer, with much more bloody details and with cute young girls.. fucking and killing by gory headshot, continuing fucking their twitching corpses with shattered skulls, fucking their gaping exit wounds and and and.. But anyway, thank you very much, I really love it!

 No.9249

Its nice to have at least one author who's into non consensual situations.

 No.9257

Thanks for the feedback.

The stories probably would be longer if I was working from a computer instead of an Android Phone, but I am starting to get the hang of it.

Anyways, here's a new story;

A few seconds after Cynthia was given permission to use the bathroom, Michelle stepped out of the room and followed. Michelle followed the young redhead until the last bit of the girl's ass-length red hair disappeared into the girl's bathroom. Michelle slipped in behind her and used a janitor's key to lock the door.

Michelle wasn't really a substitute teacher, but a hired assassin. She was being paid to take out the daughter of the Town Shariff, who busted the leader of a child pornography ring, while she was at school. It was a difficult job, but Michelle was very delighted at the challenge her new assignment presented.

Michelle waited for the stall door to close and to hear the sound of piss hitting toilet water. Then she pulled the gun out of her panties and walked around the tiled wall and, much to her dismay, seen another girl coming out of one of the stalls.

The girl, a 12-13 year old Asian with short black hair, didn't notice Michelle right away and kept walking, until she saw the gun in her hand. She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at the gun.

"I'm really sorry you had to see this, I wasn't anticipating anyone else being in here. This is such an unnecessary waste," Michelle told her regretfully as she raised the pistol.

Just as Michelle went to pull the trigger the Asian dived to the floor in panic, screaming; "Please don't kill me!"

The bullet fired, but only struck the wall, kicking up a cloud of pulverized tile and concrete. At the same time she heard rustling before Cynthia threw open the stall door. She was clearly alarmed by the what was going on; her shorts and panties were around her ankles, leaving her smooth prepubescent cunt on display.

"Wh-what's going on Mrs. Barrett? Cho?" Cynthia asked, puzzled as she looked from Michelle to the girl scuttling against the wall.

Her eyes widened when Michelle pointed the gun at her.

"I'm afraid I'm going to kill both of you." A cold smile appeared across her face as she said it.

"You-you have to be joking, there's no way that gun is real." Cynthia mumbled, somewhat unsure of whether or not it really was a joke.

"I-it's real, she-she just tried to kill me," the Asian, Cho, cried out.

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 No.9271

Love the stories, Karl! I agree with the anon poster, more detailed descriptions of gore and sex is always a plus. Remember though, that the content is entirely up to you, so don't let anyone push you in one direction or another, artistically. Keep up the good work!

 No.9289

I would like to point out that I have a new list, http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/storylist2.html, since the old one was getting a little long.

http://www1.asstr.org/~Karl_Luck/ Here's the main page, since I realized that none of the sub-pages have links back to main. (I will take care of that when I stop procrastinating.)

Anyways, here's my latest story;

Emily and Jacob stood before their father. Jacob was a typical sixteen
year old boy with blonde hair, who was slightly chubby but not fat. Emily,
his half-sister was a twelve-year, half-Korean, with shoulder-length black
hair and a fair dark complexion. Both had looks of fear on their faces
which grew stronger with each word.

"I don't know how to say this, but next week at this time one of you
will not be alive," he said grimly.

"Do you mean the Yearly Selection?" Emily gulped.

"I'm afraid so. I got the form in today and I sent the names off to the
Population Control Committee just now, along with photos of both of you.
Next week we'll get the results, and then I'm to snuff whoever was selected
and take the remains to the local Pop-Control Center."

"Welp, th-they're bound to take Jacob over me. They use our remains as
meat, right? He has more meat on his bones than me." She giggled and
slapped Jacob's belly.

"It's selected by a computerized lottery you little twerp, so we both
have a fifty-fifty chance," Jacob responded solemnly, "but I think they'll
pick you, you little squirt." He then slapped her belly.

"Alright you two, stop fighting; none of us know which one it's gonna
be." Their father grunted.

"I still bet it's gonna be you, Emily," her brother teased.

"I betcha it won't," she teased back.

"How about we wager?" Jacob suggested.

"What? Our lives are already on the line!" Emily threw up her hands.

"I bet that you will get picked. If I lose you can be the one who
snuffs me," he looked at his dad, "is that alright?"

The dad nodded in agreement.

"Alright, it's a deal," the young girl held her hand out.

"But if I win the bet and you get picked, well, then I get to kill you."
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Small note: I wrote this under the alias of Nisroth

The emperors acquires new ordinance



Part 1 - The Weapon Testing



8 A.M. on a Thursday morning. I was sipping on a cup of hot chocolate, relaxing in my armchair on the porch of my beautiful estate, after having enjoyed my breakfast. Suddenly my majordomo calls for me
"Sir, our guests from CryoTek Armaments have arrived."
"Wonderful, go and announce the target bunnies too. This will be a bloody good day." I say with a wide smile on my lips.

Garrus, my long time friend and esteemed Majordomo welcomes the envoy from CryoTek into my domain and then goes to fulfill my other request. I welcome the envoy myself and shake the representative's hands warmly.
"So what made you travel all this way to my estate, esteemed gentlemen?" I say jokingly.
"Same ol', same ol' - business never takes a break sire. You seem to be in quite a jolly mood, so let's get right down to it. Our company has developed a new anti-tank gauss riffle. It uses 20mm slugs and has enough stopping power to pierce through an entire building or any armored vehicle."
"Oh my, that seems like an overkill, but I will spare no expense to ensure our victory on the battlefields. The rebel countries have indeed acquired some state of the art tanks, so these will come in handy." I say looking at the huge case the other two men from behind are carrying.
"I will test your weapon's accuracy as I am sure the stopping power is more than enough. If satisfactory I will issue an order and have two of my units equipped with your weapons. On to the firing range then, it's just behind the mansion."

As we arrive, so does Garrus, driving a bus full of target bunnies. They are all stunning women from across the empire, willing to die in service of the great motherland.
"They're all our finest lingerie models and porn actresses" replies Garrus as the herd of women align in front us. "I'm sure they will prove to be adequate targets for your tests."
They're dressed in provocative pink, red or orange stockings, with or without panties. Some of them wear only a bra, others use corsets to bulge up their already overflowing breasts. I can only blush in their presence and salute all of them. They're all shouting "Pick me, pick me sire, I wish to serve!" "I want to help the motherland!" "My body is yours!"

I feast my eyes upon their voluptuous bodies as I inspect each of them.
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 No.6729

>>6699
I must apologize for my scientific inaccuracy in that case. It's been very long since I've studied the pH system in school and I must confess my ignorance. For me, personally, such mistakes would also be a great turn-off.
I'll try to be more thorough next time.

 No.9200

Bumps...interesting.

I'll consider finishing my other story set in this same universe. "Decomissioning the Milk Maidens"
It's pretty much about snuffing, *cough cough* "retiring" 3 lovely cunts... sound good, anon?

 No.9216

>>9200
... go on

 No.9229

Unfortunately, the story is not finished. I started it about 3 months or more ago and didn't feel like finishing it until now. Now that I've re-read it I can safely say: I'm not finishing it. If anyone wants to read what I've written so far, here it is.

Decommissioning the Milk Maidens



Part 1 - A Little Debauchery



Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick... TOCK...
The giant pendulum clock in Nisroth's mansion hall swings left and right, ceaselessly counting seconds.

"Time... Without it, nothing would be of any value, all things would be mere three dimensional slices of matter. Constant...monotonous...boring. Through time, mountains wither into sand, rivers form and dry out, empires rise... but they also fall. People are born... only to inevitably one day die. It is through time that we achieve our greatest heights...and plummet to our darkest days. "

Nisroth clears his throat, looking at the other two men in the room, as they sip red wine from delicate crystal glasses and observe him. They probably don’t care much about his blabbering mouth.

"Tonight, my friends and gentlemen, we celebrate the passage of time!" dictates Nisroth as he opens the doors of the guest room.

"Ladies, come inside! Tonight, you're the stars of the show….”

As Nisroth finishes his speech, three beautiful damsels gracefully stride inside the room and align in front of the trio of suited men. They're all wearing cherry dark red high-heels, coupled with the same color of lipstick, but no other makeup. They're all wearing a pair of stockings, that bring out the form of their young, well-toned legs. They wear no panties. Their sex is only concealed by a skirt made of red satin. They're wearing a black latex corset around their abdomen. Their primary assets, their well developed and juicy breasts, are hidden behind slightly transparent, red plastic bras. Their attire would awaken lust in any man.

“Each of you has decided that your time has come, that you reached the apex of your careers and that you want to go out in full glory. We are happy to oblige."

The first milk maiden in line, Britney, is a true black jewel. She's of oriental descent and her brown, smooth skin is accompanied by black as night, long, overflowing hair and a contrasting smile with perfect white teeth. According to her papers, she is 24 and has been milked since 17, more than most of her collegues. Since that age, her breasts have grown froPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.9231

>>9229
Well, that's a shame; what you had was pretty good. Let us know if you write anything else!



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