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 No.3827[Reply]

Reposting my first guro story upon request with some grammatical corrections; original 2013 content is untouched in the interest of not George Lucasing myself.

I'll post one chapter every day for the next few weeks so that no one gets overwhelmed. You should have the entire thing by late December/early January. If you want it sooner, email me and I'll send you the PDF.

Obligatory disclaimer: Summermount is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any of the crimes committed in this story--not even the ones committed by the good guys. He does, however, condone the befriending of cats. That is a positive thing.

Summermount


For Gurochan, by Andlex



Erica and Dani



Bart sat on a roof and observed his target through binoculars. Her name was Erica Winters, a fifteen-year-old sophomore in Summermount High. There was something about her that fascinated him, something that beckoned him. Presently, she sat close to her little sister on the hotel bed, watching TV. From his vantage point, Bart could only see her top half—she wore a tight white T-shirt with no bra, shoulder-length blond hair and tan skin still wet from a dip in the pool. The girls' balcony covered her lower half—the hotel was one of Summermount's tallest buildings, and Bart had to settle for the roof of a far shorter apartment a quarter-mile away.

Dani slid off the bed and walked out of Bart's line of sight. Erica waved at her, then returned her attention to the TV. Bart pocketed his binoculars, picked up his bag, and set out for the hotel.

***



"You seriously going out in that?" said Erica. Her sister turned looked over her bare shoulder.

"Yup."

"I can see your tummy."

"Yeah, well, I can see your nipples."

"People aren't gonna see me. C'mon, pull your shirt down. You're too young to dress like that."

"I'm fourteen."

"Point in case. Case in point. Whatever."

Dani pulled her shirt down from her ribs to her hips, still revealing a sliver of skin between it and her shorts. "Good?" she said.

Erica gave her a thumbs up. "Not gonna do the whole ponytail thing?"

Dani combed her fingers through long, red hair. She shrugged. "Nah. Takes too long."

"It takes literally five seconds, dude."

Dani held up a finger. "Case in point."

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 No.5177

Does anyone happened to save Guro-Gals? I miss that series.

 No.5718

I loved this story, mainly for the detailed plot and the stuff beyond the lovely gore. Thank you.

 No.5719

10/10 andlex ^_^ Still a great story

 No.12469

awesome

 No.15356

Bump



 No.15332[Reply]

She put on her brave face. The last thing she wanted to do was be an embarrassment to her friends and family.

The announcer’s voice boomed though the studio. “And now your host, Jony Ritter!”

The stage lights snapped on and the host, Jony Ritter stepped into view of the cameras. The studio audience cheered.

“As you know,” he began in his buttery-smooth, radio-worthy voice, “this week on Surprise Demise we’ve had a great group of gals, ready and willing to risk it all for fame or fortune.”

The four contestants stood each on their own pedestal—naked, bathed only in the bright studio lights.

“You’ve got a chance to meet each of our contestants tonight and watch as they competed in three rounds of grueling tasks; and now as we’ve nearly reached the end, we get to hear from you, the audience at home. It’s your time to decide. We’ll put five minutes on the clock. Text the number at the bottom of your screens to vote. We’ll keep the live vote tracker on the screen for the first four minutes, but of course our contestants and studio audience won’t be able to see it.”

The lights shifted dramatically, highlighting each of the contestants as he called out her name.

“Text TIF for Tiffany Miles, NAT for Natalie Rodriguez, MAR for Mary Jones, or KAT for Katie Parsons.”
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 No.15341

that was great shit, would love to read more from this tv show you made

 No.15352

>>15332
WOW. Please make another one of this.



 No.14880[Reply]

This thread will contain short stories (less than 500 words) about the teen and preteen girls meeting an early end to their lives. Mostly via murder or suicide, but accidental deaths may happen occasionally.

Other people are free to contribute stories; you can make them longer than 500 words if you wish.
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 No.15199

The Rape of Denever


The Imperial Army had made an ultimatum to the besieged Republican city of Denever. Surrender, or be slaughtered to the last woman and child when they finally broke through. Now, that terrible day had come. The Army had finally penetrated the walls of the city and destroyed the garrison of Republican soldiers.

Sarah, the young daughter of the mayor, had turned 10 last week.
Her father had celebrated her birthday with a cake, despite the food shortages. Now her father was one of the many unfortunates impaled on stakes outside the walls of the ruined city.
Despite her best attempts at hiding in the mayoral mansion, the enemy had found her and dragged her all the way to the central courtyard. Soon she was in a vast line of weary citizens shuffling forward to their deaths.

Sarah grimaced as the young peasant girl in front of her was forced to her knees. The girl lowered her head onto a chipped and bloodstained chopping block. The two soldiers holding the child down averted their faces as the executioner swung his axe down. Sarah clenched her teeth in anger as the wet meaty sound of steel parting flesh and bone echoed through the bloodstained courtyard. She felt helpless fury as the little girl's headless corpse keeled over on its side, blood spraying from the neck. The soldiers dragged the body over to the mass burial pit, leaving a trail of blood.

Sarah felt strong hands firmly grip her restrained arms. She was pushed down to her knees. Her heart beat rapidly as she slowly lowered her head onto the block. She shuddered as her chin touched sticky, warm congealing blood on the worn wooden surface. Looking down, she saw a basket almost full to the brim with decapitated heads. The face of the previous girl stared back at Sarah, freckled cheeks wet with tears and blood.

Sarah closed her eyes and silently prayed for a quick death. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. The executioner swung down once more.

Sarah opened her eyes and saw the world turn upside down.

The little girl felt like she was falling, then a hard impact jarred her consciousness. The world turned on its side. She felt something hot and wet on her cheek. It was then that she saw her quivering body fall on its side, neck stump squirting blood. She opened her mouth to scream, only to discover that she couldn't make a sound.
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 No.15231

Gyaru Death



Aki's target was a 17 year old highschool girl called Misa Miyatake.
Unbenownst to Misa's parents, the girl was selling her body to dirty old businessmen. Unfortunately, Misa was dumb enough to try blackmailing one of her clients for more cash. That decision would lead to an untimely end for Misa.

Aki followed Misa as the girl walked home from school. The girl was unmissable, being 6'4" and with a body built like a JAV star.
Her long, flowing hair was dyed dirty blonde, and her school uniform was two sizes too short, and cut down to almost nothing in order to show off as much of her tanned flesh as possible.
Her large breasts bounced in rythm to her steps. Misa hummed along to a song, oblivious to her impending death.
The schoolgirl turned down a dark alleyway, a shortcut that usually cut 10 minutes off her commute. Aki followed, slowly unsheathing a katana.

Aki slowly crept up to the slutty teen. Misa stopped as one of her shoelaces came undone. She got down on one knee and began to tie it together. Aki sensed her opportunity, and leapt into action. Her sword came slicing down, neatly separating Misa's head from her shoulders. The busty schoolgirl's body fell back, twin jets of blood spraying from her neck, while her head flew forward.

Aki walked over and grabbed Misa's head by her hair. The teen's face was frozen in an expression of shock, her soft lips parted in an O. The assassin snapped a selfie with her target's head, then casually threw the grisly object into a trash can. Misa's headless corpse was sprawled out on the dirty concrete, still shivering. Her massive tits had escaped the skimpy shirt containing them. Aki stepped on one as she reached down and sliced open the dead teen's flat stomach. She reached in and tore out Misa's heart.

Proof for her employer, and another heart for her collection. The assassin smiled happily.

 No.15335

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.15342

Opportunistic

Balisiphos the Demon, Slaughterer of the Young woke up. He yawned, and stretched his transparent tentacles lazily, then looked around. He appeared to be in an attic, surrounded by candles and a pentagram drawn in chalk on the floorboards.
A human girl was cowering in front of him, dressed in a rather cheap looking gown, holding a ratty looking book.

"B-Balisiphos the Demon?" the girl quavered.
The demon looked down at her. She seemed to be about 12 years old, with long, straight black hair, a smattering of freckles on her pale face, and a pair of glasses over her emerald eyes. Cute, in a goth-y sort of way, the demon thought.

"A-as the person w-who summoned you, I command you t-to do my bidding!" the girl stammered.
Balisiphos uncurled one tentacle, then quickly wrapped it around the girl and lifted her up.
She squealed as the demon's tentacles efficiently stripped away her clothes. She blushed and covered her budding breasts. "Let me down, please!" she screamed. "I've not had a bite to eat in well over 800 years", the demon rumbled.

Without a second wasted, Balisiphos opened his maw and bit down on the girls head. The girl struggled, her arms and legs flailing in panic. With a little twist of his jaws, he neatly severed the little morsel from the body and swallowed it neat. The body slackened, its muscles relaxing in death.

He raised the headless corpse and let the fountain of blood spurting from her neck stump pour into his mouth. Balisiphos waited until the blood was drained from her body before dropping it into his open mouth. He chewed the corpse, savoring the taste and sensations of warm flesh, blood and bones crunching. He belched, and wiped his mouth with the hapless girls gown. A nice little appetizer, but that little girl didn't really sate his hunger. He shifted, wrapped his tentacles around a window, and launched himself outside.

 No.15344

Opportunistic Part 2

17 year old Marina Clifford sprinted down the back alley, panting. She glanced at her watch and cursed. "Late for class again, Mrs. Hillier is gonna kill me!" she groaned as she vaulted over a fence. Her feet smacked into a slightly raised brick and she tripped. The girl gasped as she fell face first into something large.

Balisiphos had been resting in the shade of a back alley when his second meal of the day ran head first into him. He swiftly grabbed hold of the girl and examined her. She was wearing a summer school uniform, white short sleeve blouse and a dark blue skirt, fashionably rolled up above the knees. Her tanned brown skin, running shoes, and firm, fit body pointed to an active lifestyle. Balisiphos grunted in disappointment. The flesh of sports girls and tomboys were a bit too tough for his tastes. However, his hunger overruled his picky tastes.

Marina looked up at the…thing holding her. Her eyes were as wide as saucers. She felt the thing's tentacles slip around her torso. It tore open her blouse and skirt, revealing large G-cup breasts held down by a grey sports bra, black bike shorts, and a toned stomach.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" she asked, her tone defiant despite the fear beating within her chest. The monster's multiple eyes blinked. "I'm going to eat you", it stated simply.

Two of the tentacles sprouted razor sharp claws.
Before Marina could say anything, the clawed tentacles sliced an incision straight down from the center of her chest to the bottom of her pelvis. Two more tentacles stretched open the skin flaps from the cut, exposing her ribcage and internal organs to the mid-morning sun. The girl squealed, more in shock than in pain as Balisiphos began to scoop up her intestines and slurped them into its mouth, like noodles.

Marina vomited up her breakfast as the demon ripped out her womb and threw it into its mouth.
The schoolgirl could only moan unintelligibly as the beasts tentacles wrapped around her insides and slithered up her windpipe. She closed her eyes and begged to God to wake her up from this nightmare. Marina felt something tug at her heart, then a ripping pain shot through her chest cavity.
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 No.13726[Reply]

So, not my first story and not something I started last night. Been picking at this for at least two years now and figure that its as good as its gonna get without outside input. I am gonna be posting this elsewhere (4uckedinthehead on hentaifoundry and AO3.) I will tag as thoroughly as I can think to because theres gonna be a broad spectrum of fucked up in this story. That being said, I probably wont think of everything, so be forwarned. In general, the main themes are cannibalism, slavery, mindfuckery, torture, transformation and non/semicon.

Last thing, I have about another 50k words written, in about 20 chapters in varying stages of completion and polish. If anyone would like to speed up the otherwise glacial rate I will post, hmu 4uckedinthehead@gmail.com
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 No.13803

*one of the previous anonymous*
I really liked the world building, i think it added a lot to the story instead of just having Naruto suddenly a cannibal, I would just like more detail in the cannibalism scenes from both his and the females point of view and if it fits with the story I would enjoy if there was some kind of sex between him and Ayame or a different slave at some point

 No.13983

This is really good, I like the world building and I especially like how you treated Hiruzen in this. I do hope there is some more "PENIS IN PUSSY SHIT" in the future but I'd be fine with whatever you put out if you continue this. I'm really looking forward to more.

 No.14117

Bump in the hope of some more now that gurochan is back

 No.14883

Bump to save this gem from spam

 No.15338

Anything new since gurochan has been down?



 No.4923[Reply]

Anyone has the full version of Recycling Rita from Meatlover?
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 No.4939

>>4936
No, it wasn´t that story... But thank you anyways..

 No.4940

Conclusion:



Rita watched the man toss the rest of the woman's severed hairless head into a gaping round hole in the floor of the room. The asian girl's head sailed through the air, spitting trails of crimson from the severed neck, and disappeared through the hole. Rita thought she heard a splash of water from below, but she couldn't be certain because of all the noise and activity in the killing room.

Rita saw another man in the corner of her eye approach her with a machine on a mobile robotic arm that extended from the ceiling. There were pipes and wires sticking out of the machine, but Rita was more interested in what the men were doing with Suzy's body than to watch what the man approaching her was doing.

The men pushed Suzy's inverted headless corpse over the large hole in the floor. The man with the machette flicked his wrist and sliced her large left breast open, bisecting the nipple and spreading it open so that the fat deposits could be seen. He did the same to her other massive mammory, deflowering Suzy's ample womanhood like a simple breast filet.

'Fucking cow had a couple of big one's, eh fellas?' The man said, showing no regard for the human being he was butchering. 'Look at 'em jiggle! Wouldn't mind sticking my prick between those for awhile, eh guys?' The men laughed cruelly at Suzy's expense. 'Look! The bitch-fat is just hanging out of those mammoth milk-sacks!'

The butcher with the machette stabbed ferociously at Suzy's inverted, headless corpse. The sharp tip of his weapon poked through the dead woman's exposed belly, through her guts and came out the back of her torso. Rita choked back a sudden uncontrollable urge to vomit as she watched the men indignantly butcher her best friend's beautiful body.

Another man grabbed Suzy's left ankle - the one that dangled away from her body. He pulled her left leg so that her legs were spread wide apart. The disgusting man with the machette stepped up to the inverted corpse and swung his weapon cruelly at her exposed, naked cuntmeat. Rita vomitted when she heard the machette crack into Suzy's pubic bone. The sickening sound of her best friend's pelvis being cracked open made Rita wretch uncontrollably. The vomit launched a few feet ahead and splashed across the dirty floor.

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 No.4941

In Recycling Rita, for preventing STD, women can have sex one one first and last time, afterwards they dissapear.

The story starts with Rita in the gynecologist, afterwards she is raped and sent to a "Recycling Plant" where she is killed and processed for resources...

 No.4963

Apparently i was posting the story at the same time the OP was commenting on the story posted before before. i assure you the version i posted IS the actual story requested. its one of my favorites.

 No.15331

bump



 No.15318[Reply]

The Case File

Melanie Holstein was the librarian at Parkview High School. From all external appearances, she was a kind, thoughtful librarian, well liked by the kids and her colleagues. It didn't hurt that despite pushing 40, she still had the energy and youthful appearance of a 25 year old. When asked what her secret was, she usually just replied with some vague comment on diet and exercise. She had a pet dog, a cactus, the usual photos of relatives and friends. She even had a social media account that she kept semi active with the occasional photo or reblog.

Melanie Holstein had a secret though. A dark little hobby. Every couple months, she would go out, obsessively study a young boy for a couple weeks, then kidnap him. She would then transport the boy to a remote cabin up in the mountains to rape, before murdering him. She believed that consuming the bodily fluids of a male virgin kept her youthful and healthy. When the authorities finally caught up to her, she admitted to having dispatched about 200 boys this way. She had kept her spree going by going as far as the southwest to find a target, and by targeting boys with severe family issues. A kid with deadbeat or abusive parents wouldn't register as disappeared, they would simply be classified as a runaway.

Her routine after kidnapping was quick and efficient. She would transport the boy (who was usually sedated, tied up, and gagged) in a false compartment in her SUV. After reaching her mountain cabin, she would undress the boy (keeping him restrained on a home made surgical table). She would then wait until the sedatives wore off and her victim was fully conscious before starting her ritual. She would strip naked, then would stimulate the boy's penis until it was semi-erect. Then she would perform fellatio until the boy achieved orgasm. She would consume the first wad of cum immediately. Then Ms. Holstein would get up on top of the boy for round 2. Ms. Holstein would then ride her victim's penis until he achieved orgasm again, usually without a condom. This process usually took about an hour and a half to complete, depending on the stamina of the boy.

Then came the butchering. After resting for an hour, Ms. Holstein would wash the boy with warm soapy water. After cleaning him, she would choose one of several methods to kill her victim. Her favorite method involved turning the table on its side and slicing open the stomach and throat. AfPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15324

Melanie's Execution

Officer Martin Velasquez cleared his throat.
"Miss, its almost time."

The woman looked up from her book.
She let out a nervous laugh.
"Ah, already? I was just getting into the story". She neatly placed the book down on her bunk and rose to her feet. Velasquez unlocked the cell door and opened it up. The prisoner slowly walked out, leaving a faint note of lavender as she presented herself to him. As the corrections officer cuffed her hands behind her back, he took the time to give her a look over. She really was a beautiful woman, he thought to himself. She wasn't particularly tall, but she was curvaceous. Her breasts seemed to strain her prison jumpsuit and her hips and waist formed an attractive coke bottle shape. Melanie's brunette hair was lustrous and glossy, although the prison had given her a not particularly glamorous pixie cut. A large firm ass rounded out the package.

"Okay, miss. Follow me", the correctional officer said. He grabbed her shoulder and firmly walked her towards the execution chamber. Melanie was silent during her last walk. Each step took her closer to her death. The woman smiled as she thought about her kills. She savored the memory of her terrified young victims crying for their mothers, the gasps they made as her blade carved through their young flesh, and the taste of their blood, cum, and sweat. Oh how they screamed as they died in agony. Melanie felt a warm dampness grow in between her legs, and blushed. Velasquez looked over and saw her smile. "Evil bitch", he thought with a grimace.

They arrived at the chamber. Two other guards flanked the entrance, and Officer Velasquez gave his ID and convict info sheet to the one on the left.
"Good morning Joe, Frank", Velasquez greeted the guards, "Fine day isn't it?" "Sure is" the rightmost guard agreed. Melanie caught the guards staring at her, and looked down at her feet. "It's a shame to waste such a fine body, isn't it Martin?" Frank said to Velasquez. "You're a damn pervert, Frank. But you know the regs. You can have your fun once she's dead", Velasquez grumbled.

The officer pushed Melanie into the chamber. The woman shivered as cool air brushed over her skin. In the center of the otherwise bare chamber was a simple wooden chopping block. A large ax was laid on the floor next to it. Its edge shone brightly.
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 No.15325

Melanie's Corpse

Velasquez was always fascinated by the movements of a freshly executed prisoner. Didn't hurt that this prisoner was a beautiful woman. He knelt down and rolled the headless body over for a closer look.
Velasquez unzipped the jumpsuit, and grabbed a handful of the prisoner's bountiful breasts. Warm and soft, although they wouldn't remain so forever. He continued at a quick pace, stripping her corpse naked. The officer fiddled with the keys, then unlocked the handcuffs. He placed her arms at her sides, then undid his belt. Perks of being the executioner meant that he had at least an hour to have some fun before he had to clean the mess up.

Melanie was a very tidy and organized woman. This extended to her personal grooming habits. Her skin was well taken care of, with nary a blemish or wrinkle to be found. "Perhaps there's something to this whole virgin soul thing", he thought to himself as he ran his hands over her soft body. Naturally, he started to focus on her lower torso region. Her pubic area had a neatly trimmed bush that lead toward a pink innie pussy. It was still wet and moist from its owner's demise. Velasquez had a raging stiffy now, and he wasn't one to wait around. With a sigh, he sank his rock hard penis into Melanie's warm slit.
The woman's flesh was still pliable, although he could tell it was definitely starting to cool down. He increased his pumping and soon began to reach his limit.
With a grunt, he pumped her dead womb full of hot cum.
He buried his face in her perky breasts, and sighed.
"I wish we got more hotties like you instead of the usual crack whores and psycho grandmas" he muttered to himself. Officer Velasquez got up and pulled up his pants. He radioed the officers outside to help him with clean up.

"Job has its perks", he thought again as he picked up Melanie's head. Velasquez looked into her dull green eyes. Her full lips were slightly parted, as if she had something to say. He grunted, and placed the head on top of her body.



 No.15322[Reply]

=Tales from Omani Mei=

Just a quick story I threw together based on an idea I had last night.

Taking Apart Jaya
MtF, nc, snuff, casual, neck snap, bisection


The small group moved between the stalls of the marketplace with ease, the crowd parting around them and turning to give them furtive glances. Few here welcomed the Keyholders, but none dared to cross them, either.

Nadya, the eldest of the group at 26, strode confidently down the lane between the makeshift stalls, long black hair swaying as her power armor carried her effortlessly forward. Beside her threatening form, Onira and Tryxia seemed small, impressively built though they were. 20-year-old Onira’s spiked hair, fierce facial tattoos, and leather jacket contrasted with 18-year-old Tryxia’s neon pink hair, tight crop top, ripped thigh highs, and short skirt.

All three were trans women, members of the Keyholders, a group of outlaws that traded with the citizens of Omani Mei on a regular basis. The Keyholder women would trade their plunder for the necessities of farming and metalcraft at generous prices, leaving whatever they did not need to sell for any to take at their will.

But everything has a price in Omani Mei, and today, Nadya, Onira, and Tryxia were there to collect payment. Sometimes that price was in life, and sometimes in death; the massive sword on Nadya’s back hinted at which was on the cards today.
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 No.8653[Reply]


Repost because accidentally posted before proofread - finishing last time.
Also class size would be large, but there are solutions. Maybe they consolidate classes through the year as they lower in size, or maybe there is a waiting list to get into school. There are explanations.





Each week, the lowest performing female student in the class was to be snuffed. To encourage the male students to work almost as hard, the best performing students always got to 'participate' in the event.

This explains why Mindy was nervous when she sat down in her desk for the final period of the day. She knew that she was near the bottom of the list right now. Her and her best friend Shannah had far too often cut class and wasted time trying to get the attention of the few boys in the class.

She sat down, worried. She looked around the room and didn't see Shannah anywhere. It should be easy, given that she was the only black girl in the class, and had a head long frizzy hair (though she usually kept it tied back pretty tightly). There were still 5 minutes before the bell.

At that moment the teacher cleared his voice and addressed the class,

"As you guys know, it's that time of the week again! I know you're all excited to find out who this week's lucky students are!"

Some of the boys were grinning at this point, a few were crossing their fingers hoping that they would make the cut. Cassie glanced her way and gave her a wicked smile.

"But this week we have an interesting situation. It seems that both Shannah and Mindy are tied for the lowest marks in the class! So depending on whether or not Shannah is on time or not, we won't know who didn't make the cut for a couple more minutes."

Shannah sighed. She knew it was close, just not that close. Either way today was going to suck.

*Riiiiiing*

Oh shit! The bell rang. That meant she was spared today, but, well. Too bad for Shannah she guessed, she knew what position they were in.

It was another 5 minutes before Shannah came through the door. the teacher simply told her she was late, and that would be another demerit on her record. Shannah sighed and sat down beside Mindy.

"So who's getting it today?" she whispered.

"It's you dumbass, what were you doing anyways? The only reason it's you and not me was because you were late today"

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 No.10782

bump, love it when the teacher tells her to be ready for next week, super hot!

 No.13688

bump

 No.13900

bump

 No.15281

bump in the hope of this thread coming back to life with the new site!

 No.15302

Hot story, especially liked the first 2 parts



 No.15095[Reply]

Hello and welcome! To a selection of stories all set on the spookiest, kid filled nights of the year! A day filled with terror and candy and not suprisingly a hand full of very messy situations. I will be writing a couple of stories that are all set on that most magical night, each with a different character and situation.

I haven't decided on all of them yet, but there will be a mix of boys and girls, lots of poop and pee, some vomit and potentially some rape! More kinks and such may be included but for now thats all i have planned. The first story should come within a day or two, I will post it here in this thread and then at some point in the future I will post the next one here as well. The plan is to post at least three Halloween stories (maybe more) before Halloween. I hope you guys enjoy, Ill be here to scare the shit out of some kids soon!
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 No.15189

I don't like nothing about shit, but this is a nice story, I can't wait for the next part

 No.15205

The pumpkin (Loli, desperation, scat, pee)

She wanted to run, but was already well past the point of being able to. The little green hair girl groaned and gripped her abdomen as she stopped dead in her tracks in the middle of the street, fight off a wicked cramp. She was dressed as a little witch, a dark puple robe purple robe and pointy top hat with a long cape. Her sneakers were the only thing that she wore that wasn't part of the costume, a simple pair of ratty beat up green and white sneakers.

Her name was Lizzy and she had suddenly succumbed to a series of wretched cramps only an hour into trick or treating. Though it was far from the young girls fault, her parents had recently started eating healthier but thanks to that, she hadn't been so constipated she hadn't been able to poop for two days now, despite visiting the toilet three times today. Yet now, after eating some chocolate and at the worst possible time she started having cramps and could feel a thick turd pounding against her sphincter from the inside, like a ram trying to bust down a castle gate.

She groaned in pain, she wanted to rush back home, but was fearful she could hardly make it a few steps. Desprate the young girl sucked in a breath and stood up straight, clenching her fists as well as her buttcheeks. She tigthened her sphincter as much as she could, feeling the massive turd contained within her rectum slowly slipping back inside her. She whimpered, the pain of the cramp was intense, but through sheer force of will and after nearly a minute of standing there, it passed, leaving her panting and exausted, and acutely aware that she wouldn't last through another.

The young girl had no choice she moved hurriedly over to the next house, a lazily decorated home with no lights on. She lacked rhe endurance to make it home, or to any nearby store that had a bathroom. She would have to ask a stranger to use their toilet, as embarrassing as that might be. A single jack o lantern sat on the porch. She rushed up to the door and knocked franticly before rigning the doorbell.

"h-hello! HELLO!" She shouted desprately. She felt her insides shift and gurgle.

"Oh no...oh noo..." She whined as she spotted what was just to the left of the door. To her, it was rhe most horrifying thing that entire night. A bowl of candy, mostly empty, with a little sign that said 'Please take only one'. The realization hit her at the same time as anothePost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.15216

>>15205
Actually, that was pretty funny especially the ending when she left her panties. along with her shit. that will be a good gift for the owner of that house LOL

Maybe you just missed the opportunity to add one or 2 sentences how she is going back bare bottom as that would be quite hot.
Otherwise excellent work

 No.15217

I decided to make a few pictures for that story as it looks quite funny and cute.
www.gurochan.cx/3dcg/res/25750.html

 No.15301

i hope you come back



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Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 1


Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!


Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...


Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.


Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.


Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette's freshly ground cunt and fashioning them into a patty for the chef to fry up on the griddle.


Goddess, the feel of another girl's ruined twat squishing in her hands like that was so incredibly arousing! Knowing that Annette gave this up so that someone else could eat it was just so... Unnngh! It was all Willow could do to keep from frigging herself right there on the spot!


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 No.12908

Next? I have a few other iterations of this idea on the table actually, sort of like how I did two versions of the Hinata ramen story. One where it's not a dolcett setting and Willow grinds her pussy up for the burger in sort of secret with Buffy not knowing. And the other going the otherdirection; where Willow ends up being Bufy's waitress and talks her into ordering her.

Actually... why don't i just give you a taste of that now?

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Willow Rosenberg had worked at the girlmeat palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!


Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself...


Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as Larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.


Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.


Willow had then brought the decunted Annette into the back and hung her up by her wrists to watch the monitors showing the restaurant dining area like she was supposed to before going back and scooping out the ruins of Annette'sPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

 No.12919

I like that version even more!

 No.12935

simply stupendous alternate version.... i do especially love that in both versions willow is paying for the meal herself too, so eager that she's even buying her own death. makes it extra hot, i feel.

 No.15287

Okay, in honor of the new site I'm posting the final definitive version of this story. What makes it Definitive? there's a sequel in the works starring Dawn.

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Willow at the Girlmeat Palace: Version 3=
Tags: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, F/F, Exhibitionism, Cannibalism, decunting, toys, cooking, voyeurism, Platonic, burgers, snuff

Willow Rosenberg had worked at the Girlmeat Palace for about a week now and every night she'd gone home since she'd applied she'd brought herself to a bed rattling climax. Goddess! The whole idea of the place was sexy! Openly selling girlmeat! Girls willingly volunteering to have their sex cut out and fed to customers! Watching the patrons bite into their fresh cooked pussy burgers! Willow had enough schlicking material for the rest of her life!

Although, with just how turned on she was, Willow wasn't sure just how long the rest of her life would last before she ended up volunteering to go on the menu herself…

Willow was a waitress, she wasn't on the menu automatically like the girls who signed up as larder meat were, though of course the company didn't mind if she volunteered.

Tonight, business was pretty frantic. A pussy burger was $20 a piece, making it by far the most expensive item on the menu, but tonight was Friday and so they'd managed a pretty brisk trade. She'd watched 5 different larder girls go under the knife since her shift started, not to mention a regular customer who had decided to get her own pussy harvested for her friend to eat. Willow had even gotten to deliver a pussy burger to a distinguished looking businessman herself! It was Annette's, a pretty french girl that had applied for a job in the larder yesterday and who Willow had gotten to harvest herself. The customer had wanted her ground, like an old fashioned beef burger, so Willow had had the pleasure of spreading Annette's pretty thighs and lifting her up onto the grinding cone and holding her steady as the vaguely juicer shaped device ground away at Annette's sex, bringing the french girl to a screaming final orgasm.

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"Use the sauce," she coached, picking up a squirt-bottle from the tray of food and handing it to Buffy. "It'll add some flavor, and it doubles as a lube."


The slender, lightly calloused fingers of Buffy's left hand spread her best friend's muff as her right guided the nozzle of the bottle into the depth's of Willow's treasure. Buffy squeezed the bottle, sending a stream of tangy lukewarm sauce jetting up into the redhead's cunt, and dropping Willow's jaw in shock.

"That should be enough, right?" Buffy asked.

Willow's slit was tingling like a limb that had fallen asleep as the sauce reacted with her own arousal, pins and needles spreading through her sex as the sauce began to tenderize her meat for Buffy's dinner. Willow gasped for air, she could barely manage a nod and still stay standing, but that was enough for Buffy who, still spreading the redhead's meaty lower lips with her left hand, drove the metal dildo home with her right.

Willow's peach was soaked with arousal, enough that the sauce that Buffy had just deployed in her friend's twat was hardly needed to lubricate the way. The rod slid home, the head resting gently against the barrier of Willow's cervix like they were made for each other. Willow tightened the wires of the thong and secured it in place. Now all that was left for her to do was cook.

With the instrument of her demise fully nested inside her flower, Willow climbed up onto the table once more.

Buffy couldn't stop herself from staring as her friend pushed up and crawled over to her, sliding her legs out from under her until she sat across from Buffy with her knees spread, her meaty cunt visibly encircling the metal base of the rod inside her.

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