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The old thread isn't bumping anymore. This seems to be a limitation of the new gurochan. Time for a renewal.

Old thread full of ultra hot ultra short stories can be found here:

Keep them coming!
I'll start it off with this one (repost, since I'm lazy):

=Slicing fetish=
Did you ever use an egg slicer? Those with thin wires.
Imagine I'm the egg, and those wires are a monofiliament grid.

It doesn't really hurt. If you slice me slowly, you see my boobs squeezed a bit before the wires sink into me. Feels really satisfying! They suddenly go in, like 'slurp'. Butt cheeks, too! Just slice me all the way!
The cuts are so thin, they heal up in minutes.
But until then, you can pull them wide open and look inside me. Feels so weird!
Just please don't turn the artificial gravity back on, that'd get messy!


As I approached the village, a group of native children merrily ran towards me.
"It's a white guy, he must have a revolver!" the naked kids of various ages skipped around me laughing.
Knowing what they wanted I started making random shots. The kids lucky to get them squealed with delight. After unloading the cylinder I resumed my way to the village, with the surviving children following me nudging to play more. Seeing how this toy was as popular in this village as in the others, I'll soon have most of these kids as my slaves in exchange for it.


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The man held the sword in his hand, admiring its finely crafted lines and balanced heft. He turned to the shivering slave girl, who's face turned pale. He touched her ample breast, savoring their warmth for the final time. The girl obediently lowered her head, presenting her slender neck, her raven hair falling to the side. She barely even flinched when the sword sliced through her neck, sending her head tumbling downward. Her torso dropped to the ground, quivering as bright red blood spurted out of her neck stump.


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The blonde haired girl gasped as the knife sank deep into her bare chest. She jerked and squirmed, the handle of the knife waving around, hot blood squirting out from the wound with each beat of her heart. Sarah saw a damp spot grow around the crotch of the girl's jeans as she wet herself. Sarah grabbed the handle of the knife, and with one boot on the dying girl's chest, yanked it out with a wet shlup sound. A small jet of blood sprayed out of the wound before subsiding. The girl moaned, then relaxed. Her eyelids slowly drooped as she died.


Maja had always loved needles, poking through her skin, the weird sight of having metal stuck inside her.

But her new friend took it to a whole new level. He stuck them where she had never dared to. Larger than she ever could have.

"Let's try this one." He suggested and she nearly came at the sight.

He needed his full body to thrust the half inch, five foot pole into her flank, just above her hip. It impaled her, barely missed her collarbone.

She barely managed a wriggle when they had sex, kept straight by a solid metal core.


"Smash rooms" were the new hit in China, to take out your frustration.

You paid like 30 $ for 15 minutes, extra for the things you destroyed.
Chun smiled at the customer, as he picked a baseball bat and selected his set of items from the touch screen.

He was going premium. The latest flatscreen TV, a ming vase…
Suddenly her eyes went wide. "Dāngrán, yǒu yīkè, xiānshēng." She bowed, and followed him in.

She sat down and smiled.
He aimed and smashed the vase.

She even kept her smile when the bat smashed her brain all across the wall.


Girl slaughter is supposed to be "humane". We take them out with a bolt gun as soon as they arrive.
But every once in a while I have one beg me: "Please… don't kill me…" And I oblige.
Usually they change their mind. Butchering a girl without killing her is a forgotten art, much like life cooking. And it hurts. But having her completely sliced apart, heart still beating, eyes still awake, is extremely satisfying. It's a shame we need to throw brains and organs into the grinder no matter awake or not. One day I'm gonna take one home.


I tap my foot nervously,hoping it will be my turn soon.
The girl on stage lasted longer than others but her body will break anytime.There are only two more in front of me and several behind waiting to get lucky.
"99." He goes up and push the button.
The girl moans as her swollen belly tighten more but did not burst.
"100." Same result."101."My turn.
I look at the girl and slap down the button.This time she screams as her belly burst open spraying out guts like meaty confetti.I won.


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Luke raised his shirt, sweat beading on his forehead in the muggy summer heat. The boy winced as Ms. Harding sliced open his abdomen, exposing his innards. The anatomy teacher pointed out his large intestine, bladder, stomach and colon with her scalpel, slowly cutting each organ out of Luke's torso. Ms. Harding reached deep into his chest, her gloved hands grasping the boy's pounding heart. Luke gasped, his brown eyes rolling up in agony. She called up two of his classmates to hold him up as she sliced away. Almost triumphantly, she tore the heart out, holding it in her hands. Luke's body gave out, limply sagging in the hands of his classmates. Everyone agreed after that it was well worth the sacrifice.


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The queen was still every bit as gorgeous as she had been 20 years ago. Nary a wrinkle marred her curvaceous, mature body, her sizable bust still firm and perky, her milky skin still smooth and flawless. The queen thanked the headsman with her posh accent as she gracefully descended to her knees. The damned woman presented her slender neck, a haughty flick of her head sending her glossy blonde tresses falling to one side. The headsman nodded, raised his axe, and brought it down. For a moment, dark red burst against pale white.


"Do it!" she told me and looked up. She took a deep breath, a hand on her breast.

My blade touched her neck. She closed her eyes and I felt her vagina tense around my cock. She bit her teeth as my knife cut her throat. Red pulsing blood gushed out.

A wet gurgle came forth as she tensed more. Her hand squeezed her own breast it looked like it'd pop. I was almost through.

Our eyes met again.

Then I severed her spine.

Her lips formed a surprised, blissful "O". As her headless body started convulsing, I came instantly.

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