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Thread overview
14376: Tits-off Festival (1)14369: Trying to find a Story (3)
14356: Grimm Erotica Patreon (6)14354: Emily's Journey (tags inside) (3)
14325: Aoi Hikari's thread (9)14317: Writing Questions and Advice (5)
14311: Dedicaton to "The Dark Realm Of Polaris" (mostly: f+/f+; nc; viol; snuff) (7)14272: Tay (FF, Hitwoman) (1)
14270: Find Sydney's Restaurant storys (6)14263: Childbirth Goddess Class (preggo, shotgun, knife, mostly NC) (6)
14248: Rubicon High School (12)14242: Writing Prompts (18)
14229: 250 word challenge. (5)14225: yuriniku kunoichi brochure (0)
14204: 100 words or fewer, open thread (13)14202: interactive guro stories thread (3)
14189: Muffled (2)14176: cooking conversation(loli, incest, cooking, cann, consensual) (9)
14171: Taste of Revenge (3)14163: virous (3)

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You have an idea for a story, but don't feel like you'll be able to write it by yourself? Dump it in this thread.

You want to write something, but don't know what? Dig through this thread and maybe you'll find some inspiration.
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Here’s a few ideas centered around consensual snuff (Standard Boilerplate Disclaimer: All characters mentioned participating in sexual acts are 18+):


>Rich, powerful women pay assassins to kill them (as in, the women take out assassination contracts on themselves) as they cum their brains out.

>A popular porn star, known for her roles as a dominatrix in various snuff productions, decides to livestream her “retirement” by setting up a roasting spit for herself to be impaled on, lining up her pussy, and lowering herself down until it comes out her mouth, cumming throughout the entire process.
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I've been trying to figure out the best way to use this idea but can't decide on setting or length. The idea is a story ending with a Japanese girl involved in something sexy atoning for her "shamefulness" by committing seppuku (cutting open her belly with a knife and then a second person beheads her). My ideas include:

Porn Industry.
A new debut porn star does a bukkake scene and at the end she apologizes to the camera for all the lewdness she has displayed. She lifts a knife and guts herself while men continue to cum on her, now cumming onto her exposed guts too. Finally she is beheaded with her severed head becoming the cover art. It is described that since honor is so important this is the way all pornos are done, with the female star killing herself at the end to atone for the shame of letting everyone see her naked and being lewd.

Business Meeting.
A young girl's father, a low level employee of the company, has gotten her a job serving the executives tea and refreshments. She is very anxious since any poor performance on her part will reflect on her father as well. The executive's meeting consists of them viewing or partaking in some sort of sexual performance and the girl tries to keep her eyes down but cannot help but meet eyes with one of the pleading sex workers who is the subject/victim of some extreme debauchery. At the end the executives call out her lewdness for watching the sex performance, reveal the knife and other tools for ritual suicide and so she needs to do what it right to protect her family's honor from the shame she has incurred.

Feudal Lord.
Village girl has been chosen to come to castle and be tea server to castle's lord for a month. However she is scared since her first task is to act as the second (the one with the sword) to the previous server who apparently did something very shameful and must now commits an obviously painful seppuku in front of the lord, his wife and their court. The girl serves the lord tea, but soon walks in while he is being serviced by one of the concubines. The girl stares at the lord's penis and the concubine nods for her to come closer and try sucking it herself. Not wanting to upset the lord she complies. Over the month this escalates, with the girl falling in love/lust with the lord and looking forward to each new way he'll fuck her. On the last day of her required service she is lewdly riding the lord when his wife enters and catches them. She is told that she must atone for this shameful act. Later as she lifts a knife to her belly she wonders if this new girl standing behind her with a sword will be able to last a full month without also falling for the lord's charm.
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What if after every youth sports competition the losing team votes for the worse player of the team and they are snuffed (hung, beheaded, cooked up for the winners, etc)
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I love the idea of a plump woman or man being fattened up further to make delicious, fatty cuts of meat. Parts made into rump roast, belly bacon, ground meat, etc. First their partner is spoiling them with food and they have a very happy relationship, but they soon learn the truth. There is a combination of terror and arousal, and they can't help but make themselves a good meal--eating well, rubbing themselves in oils, excellent hygiene, making sure their meat is well marbled. eventually their partner has them help plan and prepare the meal, and then kills them via stabbing like in a slaughterhouse. They take pictures of the entire butchering process and spend months eating the delicious fatty meat, steadily gaining weight themselves and reminiscing about their partner as they outgrow their clothes.

Also, being torn apart and eaten by alligators! Something like a herpetologist accidentally getting too close. Alternatively, being swallowed whole by a massive gator and slowly being digested alive, screaming for mercy as a struggling bulge that is slowly reduced to a meaty slush inside the beast's belly.

A princess kidnapped by a dragon, who plays with her and tests the limitations of her human body. Eventually, he's grown bored and swallows her whole and bloodied and bruised, where she will digest painfully away inside his great body.

Very cruel anthro alligator male predators that deceive and overpower their prey, either ripping them apart or swallowing them whole to digest. Bonus is an axolotl pr the like who can regenerate and they use them as a personal plaything, maybe even some auto cannibalism for fun.

A hero is defeated and kidnapped by a villain, who makes the hero their personal plaything.the villain takes them to the very brink and then brings them back every time. Eventually the hero is just a decapitated head, until the villain takes even that apart. ​alternatively, the same thing with a monster capturing an angel who can heal over and over. Lethal injection, electrocution, decapitation, hanging, evisceration...you name it.

A rich man buying a slave and having her do everything for him, just complete and utter service. He loves using her as furniture and putting his expensive shoes on her body like a footstool, and whenever she fails or makes a fool of herself, he punishes her without remorse, leaving her constantly bloody and bruised. One day she fucks up at a big dinner and he makes a grand show of torturing her in front of hos guests the grand finale being shrinking her down and swallowing her whole, where she drowns in his stomach from a mix of acid and expensive wine.

A tiny person is found by a sadistic monster or even regular sized person. Torture commences, with emphasis on how tiny the little person is. They are kept as a pet with extra benefits by the massive monster. Alternatively, someone rescuing a tiny from a pet store and tricking them into thinking they'll be set free, in reality they'll be fed to the person's reptilian pet at home.

Someone being cloned, then being forced into killing their clone as part of an experiment. They are then locked in a room with the corpse, slowly going insane as they have to watch it decompose over time. They. Begin to starve and are forced to eat the rotting flesh and maggots. Eventually they lose it and commit suicide.

Specifically fat women and men being tortured. Split open, butchered and fed so much that they burst ate fun options. I also just adore themes of betrayal and utter helplessness. A big thing would be being brutally murdered then left on the side of the road in a trash bag. Also some consenting snuff where the prey or victim is excited and willing to please is fun too. I must also add that I picture no sex, as I am repulsed by most actual sex acts and intercourse. Possibly masturbation is fine, but that's thin ice.
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>>14378
Oh, I forgot another big one.

A fat butch lesbian/bisexual woman being brutally slaughtered by a slim, fit femme. Being torn open, bludgeoned, stabbed, etc. The femme really dehumanizes and humiliates the butch, teasing about their weight especially. The beautiful femme playing in the butch's guts and kissing her as she dies.Then, predictably, processes the butch girl into a delicious meal and unknowingly serve her to her friends and family in the form of tacos. Everyone is grieving the loss of their loved one, desperate to try and find her, unknowingly eating her meat in something as normal as tacos. The femme coyly stuffs herself with the butch girl's tasty meat, admiring her stuffed belly and the fact that no one will ever know... so long as they don't find the footage or the leftover bones she's saving for broth.


Can anyone post the Tits-off Festival story? I can't find it anywhere.
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All requests belong on >>>/req/.

Moved this thread there: https://img.guro.wtf/req/koko.php?res=60353

Locking but not deleting this thread for now, so maybe someone from here can help you there.


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Hello everyone

I started this new thread, especially dedicated to "Polaris" and his awesome site "The Dark Realm Of Polaris".

Unfortunately, Polaris decided to stop writing a few years ago, and with that decision, the site went off the net too.

Nevertheless, I'm quite sure that a lot of people were highly entertained and inspired (in their fantasy only, I hope) by Polaris's stories and the stories of other writers who had published on his site.

[By the way: parts of The Dark Realm of Polaris are still out there, just read carfully the old thread in the archive: https://archive.guro.wtf/lit/res/5564.html ]

As far as I'm concerned: I really loved Polaris' stories, which I discovered maybe fifteen years ago, and it really nourished the part my being which had deviant fantasies since I was little. Thankfully, those stories also pushed some limits within my brain.

On his page, he had stated: "I am Polaris, a writer of erotic fiction that focuses primarily on sadistic and sexually violent females."

With this thread I want to create a space dedicated to Polaris and his fictional writings, and I would like that stories posted in this thread would keep a similar "quality, energy, context", so that former readers of Polaris' stories will surely like this threads content and vice-versa.

As far as my writing/fantasy is concerned: I prefer (and write) stories probably including females only, most of the time. (Sorry, guys!! But as you know: There is an exception to every rule...!]

My preferred fantasy consists of young females (girls, women) living out their sexuality and power, loving other strong and sexy females (that means: they are lesbian), and they get their kick and satisfaction by sadistically dominating other (usually weaker) females: like forcing them to have sex; seducing or raping them; kidnapping, hurting, injuring them; bullying them; sometimes even killing / murdering them (just for fun; for sexual gratification; due to boredome; out of pure lust; out of disgust; for showing off superiority; for money; to impress a lover; etc.). In short: mischievous, viscious girls/females, taking what the want, not showing any respect to any rules.

I know that Polaris included much more elements than probably I'll do. That means that, of course, Polaris's stories and fantasy differs from mine. But nevertheless, I believe that if you loved Polaris' stories, you will at least like those I write.

And of course, feel free to fill this thread with your thoughts, writings and fantasies... My only plea would be that the posts would pursue this threads goal: to be a dedication to the creator of the former "Dark Realm Of Polaris".


I still hope Polaris comes back one day.
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Gotta get an actual username bro. You are forcing yourself into someone elses shadow.
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>>14351
Hi Mysterydude. Thanks for your opinion. I'm open to discuss the option of changing my username.
However, I cannot see that I infringe with somebody's privacy. My username declares what I was and what I am until today: an admirer of a webpage called "The Dark Realm Of Polaris". I chose my username carefully and deliberately, because I wanted create a space dedicated to this wonderful writer of erotic fiction and heavenly hellish fantasies.
Neither do I state to be this artist nor that my writings would be of the same quality.

Because the page is no longer, I wanted to recite the page's name, to honor it and so as other fans could reunite. Creating a recall value.

We could argue that the deletion of the page through the artist's own hands reflects his or her will that this name does not appear anymore. But this would be a mere hypothesis. Every artist who leaves the stage leaves a fan community behind, and all the artistic creation gets a life of its own, through literary reception, new interpretation, inspiration, ...

In fact, it had to be the artist him- or herself who could decide whether my username does infringe or honor his or her heritage.

To be honest: my hope is that this writer is still out there, and that he or she might come back, when seeing that the work is appreciated maybe more than he/she was aware during the period of active writing.

My soul burns for some deviant fantasies, since I can think. It never changed, as hard as I have tried, as much I have condemned myself over years. Now I'm in peace with it. I hope, Polaris is in peace as well, and his or her soul's fire still burns for fantastic creations in the unlimited and indefinite realm of devilish and divine fantasies.

Can you understand my intention?
You made a point at least: I'm in the SHADOW of this great writer, and I'm fine with that. I'm not intending nor able to steal Polaris' radiance.

All I wish is I'll have a conversation with Polaris one day. I regret deeply that I never did contact Polaris when he/she was still present with The Dark Realm of Polaris.

I'm open to other perspectives - more or less... ;-)
Please speak up.
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I was just stating that finding your own personallity as a "persona" (we are all personas here) might be more creativly fufilling. So what if you will never be the same as polaris? Be better.
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Obviously you cant seriously call yourself "The_Dark_Realm_Of_Polaris-Admirer"
That's way too long name.
maybe name Yourself Polaris2? or TDRP-Fan? :)
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My new username

>>14363
Mysterdude, I might have misunderstood your first reaction. So, sorry if I did. However, I got your point about finding my own personality. Thanks for your stimulus!
>>14366
Onix, thank you for sharing your opinion.

In my cultural understanding, Lilith was (or still is) a goddess of doom AND fertility.
She conceived countless children:
the daughters and sons of Lilith.

Don't be afraid if you meet her.


So I'm looking for a particular story that I can't remember the name of, about a guy who uses a Mindcontrol device to Kidnap women who come and offer themselves to him as meat.

For the life of me i can't find it nor remember it.
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I suspect the title of the work you're looking for is "Service Patches". IIRC There was an initial story revolving around the central character testing the device and procuring his first victim, then there was a sequel where he ended up with four women before they started being killed and cooked. Can't remember the handle of the author (apologies if they happen to read this) but I'm pretty sure it's in the old Gurochan archive that's floating around somewhere.

Hope this helps, good luck!
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https://tsade.com/shadowed-earth/service-patches/

You are welcome
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What about Lucy's Final Adjustment?


Where to find Sydney's Restaurant story universe. Also who is the auther? Re-upload?
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Hi! Really glad you like my stories. I have uploaded a couple of the newer ones but post limits make it not so easy. Thanks to Alice for posting the link to my Ao3 :D I also post on Pixiv :)
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Hey Edward Hyde,

I wanted to ask.
If I remember correctly, in the old gurochan, you had a pre-Sydneyverse story in your pastebin about a couple of cannibals who kidnapped a bunch of kids and decided to breed them.
I had really enjoyed this story but couldn't find it again.

I'm wondering if you could re-upload it somewhere, and maybe consider pursuing the storyline ?

Or am I mistaken and it wasn't you ?
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>>14337
No, sorry, that wasn't one of mine :) I was going to suggest searching Robblu's pastebin as he had a great archive of cannibal stories but it seems to have gone... Sounds like it could have been one by Canniballand on ASSTR? Good luck finding it anyway :D
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Thanks all, and you can find some of Robblu's pastebin on- https://web.archive.org/web/20170313081915/https://pastebin.com/u/robblu
Only 7 of the 20+ pages and a good many dont work but worth a look?
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Excuse me and Edward Hyde but I have an idea I hope you can make use of an all girls summer camp where the camp counselors hunt the girls for food the next day the girls have signed waivers for the camp and are already aware of the situation and none of the girls are allowed to volunteer


Well, some of you might remember me from the old Gurochan. I am back from the grave and writing again, and I just finished a new story that you might like.

Its way to long to post here, so I will leave a link to it. Let me know what you guys think!

Emily's Journey

tags: M/f, cons, first, sex, anal, enema, bondage, oral, throating, torture, noose , meat girl, snuff

https://www.asstr.org/~Eficient/emilys%20journey.htm
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So great to have you back!
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>>14354
Hello! It's wonderful to see you're writing again, I've been a huge fan of your stories for years. I believe I've read all of the ones you've posted on asstr at least once, though not all kinks are created equal so forgive me if I remember some better than others. That said, while this one was definitely a favorite I do have just one question...

See, I couldn't help but notice this particular tale seemed to leave a loose end in the form of the mother, I had to re-read the ending in order to make sure I hadn't missed anything. The lack of closure for her seemed sad... Emily didn't leave so much as a note before leaving her house for the last time.

Was this intentional? I've noticed you haven't done any sequels, all of your stories appear to be self-contained works and yet as I was nearing the climax of this story I wondered if it was leading up to a reveal, perhaps something similar to but necessarily a direct inversion of the ending to "Emma's Betrayal." It wouldn't have been the first time you've featured that kind of parent/child dynamic after all, so honestly the way it ultimately turned out surprised me just a bit.

I'm by no means complaining of course, just a bit curious is all. Either way it was absolutely a captivating and satisfying piece, the first rare treat I've truly been pleased to find here on the new Gurochan so... thanks for that, as well as all your other great stories!
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Thanks to both of you!

[quote]>>14368
I am glad you like my stories. I wasn't sure about posting them in the new gurochan, but since I did post all of my previous ones here I guessed it couldn't hurt.

As for your comment, I have to admit that it left me thinking.

It was (kind of) an oversight on my part that she didn't leave a note or anything. At first I thought that she was just running away, acting on instinct and the note wouldn't be something she would do, but... now that you mention, the idea of her leaving a voice mail in her mothers phone the morning, just after she wakes up, might not be a bad addition...

Her mother was a very absent person in her life after the move, so an ending in which she appears at James's house to eat would be out of place, but the call maybe not. I will think about it!


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If you enjoyed my previous stories check out my Patreon.

https://www.patreon.com/grimmerotica

I will be posting them there three months before I make them available elsewhere. While I am expecting to only make a little bit of extra spending money, I am hoping to be able to eventually afford hosting for my site.

The first available story is;

Culling Uniform
A couple of teenage girls decide to have some fun before they are hanged in front of the class.

snuff, casual, dystopia, school, teen, underage
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Uhm maybe putting underage stuff on patreon isn't the smartest idea...
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>>14358
Noted and changed characters to be eighteen-plus
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Actually, I'm moving to Fanbox.

https://grimmerotica.fanbox.cc/

Culling Uniform, uncensored - https://www.fanbox.cc/@grimmerotica/posts/2232506
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Are you the same Grimm Reaper that posts captions at dolcettish?
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>>14364
Yes.


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Something happened to the last one, so here's a new one. For any self-contained stories of yours that are no more than a hundred words. I won't tell you if that includes the title.

I personally find that this extreme constraint really helps in getting writing done. It forces you to be efficient, and it's easier to remain aware of the whole story and tell yourself that it is finished. And sometimes there are ideas that just don't seem like there's enough to them for a much longer story than that.

Many word processors have word counters.
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#k06DhJAULLhKpcqvobBw2otXZgyE-XeLgBndjk20sz4
MEGA links sometimes bork. # and after is always decrypt key.
file contains html of lit stories posted in 2021 only.
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>>14228
>>14232
That's great, maybe you should create a separate dedicated thread here or at /dis/. We are working on manually restoring posts by recreating threads at other boards, maybe we can do something similar for /lit/ as well?
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I'm glad I saved mine.

She always preferred shaving with a straight razor. This morning, after she removed the last bit of stubble, she gazed at herself in the mirror. The temptation grew. She watched herself slide in the dull edge, pushing downward so the blade would not bite. She pushed inward. There was a flash of red, then a gush of clear yellow piss as she bisected her urethra. The sensation hit suddenly, her hips thrusting her sex into the blade, and she came hard as the blade split her clitoris and embedded in her pelvic bone. She looked at her nipples, and smiled.
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After several dozen girls mistook the suicide booth installed at the beach for a changing room, the law was passed prohibiting placement of any posters on the walls of the boots. Local butcher however, was more than happy to pay 20$ fine every now and then.
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>>14204
The bolt dropped and the guillotine plunged down. Ana held her friend Livi's foot against the wooden board by pressing it just above the heel. The guillotine sheared through Livi's neck. The body shuddered in tiny prod-vibrations, Livi's toes curling in, one little toe jerking up. Ana kissed it, and ran her finger softly down the arch of her friend's foot. The body jolted again, and then, under the soft guidance of Ana's lips, the toes began to unwind and relax. The body settled into its death. Ana rested her cheek on her friend's warm back, rubbing it softly.


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An interactive picture sotry.
Tell what happens next and you will see it.



*Sarah gets a job.*

“So, this is our problem,” said the manager pointing to the huge circular saw “we just bought it at the auction and it turns backward. Do you think you could fix it? We need it running today”

“Yes, I am sure I should be able to do something about that” said Sarah
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>>14345
Nice to see that you like my work ;)

Your question is that that simple. I am using DAZ3D like most other people who make somewhat realistic content But you still need to do quite a lot of things until you can do anything useful and some time to learn how to use use it.
One important thing is to have Nvidia GPU with at least 8Gb ram
The way how daz works is that you either modify base model to make what you want or collect if from various pieces.

I posted links to models here
https://img.guro.wtf/3dcg/koko.php?res=658
But also if you need something you can always ask me
and I am also interested what story you want to make
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>>14344
here is the mega folder for download
https://mega.nz/folder/sthWjBYR#zCFp5xc9rdF7VpuNYyo_zQ
pictures without text
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>>14348
Needs a password :3
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>>14349
No, Gurochan just screws up mega links when redirecting. That will be one more thing for k♡♡z to fix.

for now rather than clicking on the link, copy and paste text in the browser
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>>14347
Hi Onix, thank you for your reply and posting the link. This is very helpful. Most of all it will be a question of free time available whether or not I'll be able to create some images.

You can have a look at the topics I prefer by going here:
>>14294
Right now, I do not have a specific idea in mind beside the written story I'm working on.
Cheers.


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Nicole entered the snuff fair confidently, striding up to the ticket booth naked and purchasing as many as she could buy. She had saved up her money all year for this, as killing was the highlight of her life. Looking around for something interesting… A drowning booth… A human dartboard… Nicole scanned the dartboard for her friend, Trevor, whom she had signed up for the booth against his will. No luck, she’d have to check back later. Over one booth, a thick metal ring with a simple tarp over it, she saw a sign labeled “Scary-go-round”. Chuckling at the cheesy name, she heads over to the booth, passing a group of girls brutalizing one of their male classmates, wondering what it means.

Nicole walks into the booth, pulling the tarp over her head to get inside and sees a row of people chained to the wall and- surprisingly- a boy running the booth. Nicole recognized him as a strange quiet guy, the kind she saw as beneath her notice. She was a bit surprised as the man confidently walked up to her. "Hello miss, want to play a game?”

“Oh, I'd love to” she says, smiling. “So, they've got a guy to run the booth this year? Who'd you need to eat out to avoid being one of the victims?” Nicole asked, chuckling at her own statement. Again to her surprise, the man chuckles back. “I set this game up up so I would assume me, but it's a game of luck and bets” He replied beckoning Nicole over to look. Nicole frowned. She was better at skill games, especially throwing games, being her college’s star softball player. Still, she did have some time to kill…

“Sounds fine to me.” Nicole says, heading over and sitting down in front of the metal bar, being joined by her classmate. “So, mind explaining the Scary-Go-Round bit?” “Well, you bet on who will survive the ride.” The man explained, simply. Beyond the metal bar, Nicole saw a group of four men chained to the wall. “now that over there” he said, gesturing to a strange contraption in the middle of the room “will spin and is gonna shoot randomly, you win you get to keep the survivor or kill him yourself.” He finished. Nicole nodded, figuring the device in the middle was some sort of homemade gun.

“Hmm, you put a lot of thought into this” Nicole says. “I'll bet... That guy, she continues, pointing to the one on the far side of the room. Yes I believe his name is Andrew, the man replies, handing Nicole a remote. “press the button when you’re ready.”

‘Andrew, huh? I hope you die soon!!” Nicole says, smiling and winking at him. She eagerly takes the remote and press the button. As promised, the gun starts spinning and a few seconds after the first bolt fires hitting one of the victims in the hand in the hand. As he winces from the pain, another is screaming terrified “Oh God please don't let me die today.”

At first Nicole disappointed when someone other than her chosen target gets hit, but then realizes he isn't dead yet. She watch as the gun continues to spine and shoots Andrew in the chest. Andrew screams briefly, quickly being cut off as he coughs up blood. Even so, he looks down in shock as blood gushes from his chest over his body “Mmmm fuck that's hot!! Die for me Andrew, Nicole teases, leaning forward over the railing and enjoying the view.

Andrew coughs up another spout of blood as he look up at Nicole, struggling to stay conscious. “I-I just wanted to live… why?” “It's fun” Nicole says, shrugging, unconcerned with his plea. “Now hurry and die so I can make another bet!” As she finishes her command, Andrew’s head looks down and his body goes limp as he gives up and dies.

Mmmm good... Nicole moans softly, briefly pausing to enjoy the view. “Now the guy on the left!!!” She says smirking, “I think he's gonna be snuffed next” The man running the booth nods his head. “Jason, Alright.” The gun in the middle of the room continued spinning on her command. She eagerly watched as Jason gets hit in the arm and screams, before starting to beg as well*.* “Please no, please God no, I don't wanna die, please I have a family.” Jason says, whimpering as his arm bleeds out. Nicole stares at Jason, unconcerned. I'm sure your mom will understand. She probably killed a few guys in her time too” she says to him casually, regarding his struggles as good entertainment.

Realizing that her chosen target isn’t dead yet, however, Nicole does get a bit nervous. “Come on, bleed out” She thinks. Unfortunately for Jason, however, she had no need to worry. As the gun spins around again, Jason gets hit in the throat and gargles as he tries to breath, blood rushing out of his wound gushing down his body.

Mmmm nice!!! That's a kill!” Nicole says, excitedly to the attendant. “You really have a talent for this kind of thing, excellent game!!” In response to this complement, her classmate bows*.* “why thank you.” Feeling flirtatious, Nicole leans over towards the attendant. “Soo, what would it take to get you on the chopping block?” She asks flirtatiously. “Depending on how much a good time I get, I might just let you by hand.” He replies in good spirits, smiling and winking at her. “My name is Carl, by the way.”

Sounds like a good deal, Carl, Nicole says. “After this game? I'm very good at both finishing him and finishing him if you know what I mean.” She continues, winking back. I'm gonna choose right this time. Carl Smiles. “Alright, you've had both die so far, aiming for 3?”

“Yup!!! Then I snuff the fourth if I get it right, correct?” “Yes ma'am.” Carl replies. “Nice! Let's get started” Carl presses the button, reactivating the gun*.* Who dies next? Let's see… Nicole says, leaning forward eagerly, watching as the gun spins.

Feeling lucky to have a girl’s attention, Carl decides to take a risk and starts rubbing the inside of Nicole’s thigh. “pick fast.” “I already told you, the one on the right!” Nicole says, smiling and moving his hand between her legs, right over her pussy, already soaked from the two deaths so far. Carl accepts Nicole’s invitation and begins rubbing her bara pussy as the gun shoots and hits next to her bets neck, barely nicking him. Aww, so close, she says, not worried at all this time, focusing on grinding herself against him. “Win or lose, I’m definitely getting lucky. It's hard finding a guy into getting killed,” she says.

Carl smiles as he drops to his knees in front of her. “Yeah, although though I can see why” As he says this, another shot goes off hitting the 4th victim in the arm. Aww, come on, I say, as the guy I didn't choose gets hit. “Mmmm come on, just a little longer.” Nicole says, her focus having briefly returned to the game before being disrupted by Carl’s words. “Hmm? Why is that? Snuffing is fun” She asks.

Carl starts fingering Nicole as she waits for his response. “Some people don't see the beauty of death.” He says, simply. As he finishes, the gun fire and bounces off the wall hitting Nicole’s bet in the head. **“**Oooh yess, Instant kill!” Nicole shouts, in between soft moans “Ah yes that’s good. Mind if I use my personal knife for this?” She asks

“Yes you may” Carl says as he leans forward and starts eating Nicole out. Enjoying the feeling, Nicole stands up and slowly approaches the final guy, making sure Carl is able to follow her and keep eating her out while she approaches. As Nicole towers over her soon to be victim, he pleads with her: “Are you going to let me go? please let me go!” He begs.
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**“**No, I won and now I get to kill you, Nicole says happily, drawing her knife and making a slow cut down his body, relishing his suffering and still moaning softly from Carl’s tongue. Her victim cries out in pain as he gets cut. “please! Please no!” Ignoring his complaints, Nicole takes the victim’s balls in her hand and in one motion, violently cuts them off. Blood squirts from his balls, flowing down his legs to the ground as he screams from the pain.

“Ahhhh.... Ahhhh yesss...” Nicole, moans, grinding against Carl’s Tongue.. Mmmm, don't worry, your time is up, she reassures the last survivor. As soon as I do… This! She says, slitting his throat. The last victims blood squirts out of his neck hitting, Nicole in the face and covering it in thick red fluid. Now, look like there's only one left. Carl says. standing up and winking again, “Mmm yeah are you ready for your turn?” Nicole asks, turning to Carl and grinning. Carl grins back. “I am.”

Nicole smiles and a thought occurs to her. “Hmm... Actually, maybe we should do this at my place. It would be nice showing my house to someone who isn't trying to run” Hearing this, Carl smiles and kisses her neck. “yes ma'am.” Nicole happily leads Carl to her car, showing off her bare ass for him, not bothering to get dressed again. The only thing she has had on was a necklace. Reaching her car, she climbs inside, opening the door for Carl, being polite. “Thanks!!! I never get to do this!!” Nicole tells Carl. He climbs in and goes back to rubbing her pussy as she gets to driving “It's all good. I figured you were pretty and really enjoying the show so why not.” Carl says, laying back and relaxing as he fingers his new partner

“Yeah!! I’ve spent a lot of effort on my collection and it's nice to finally show it off.” Nicole says. As she reaches her house, she gets out and leads Carl to her front door and opening it with a flourish. Revealed is a house completely dedicated to male death. In front of the couch les a Manskin rug, upon which rests a glass table supported by two taxidermied bodies bent over on their hand and knees, with more bodies mounted on the walls of the room as trophies. But the real attraction is the dozens, perhaps hundreds of taxidermied heads hanging from the ceiling, each with a cd on a string hanging beneath it.

“So, what do you think?” Nicole asks, her living room on full display. Carl’s jaw drops and looks over at Nicole. “Damn that's fucking awesome.” “Thanks!! I really did put a lot of work into this!! Oh, I suppose you're wondering about the CDs on those strings, she says, plucking on and holding it up for Carl to see. He looks at it with a tilted head and a puzzled expression on his face. ‘’yeah I am.”

Nicole pops it into the player, showing a video of a guy struggling and screaming and begging for his life as a circular saw cuts through his body, stopping just before it reaches his head. “I always have a tiny camera with me” Nicole says gesturing to her necklace. “It records all my victims” Carl looks down at it and smiles “well I love the idea, I should have done that with my ride.”

“Thanks!!! I have a special place on my bedroom wall for you if you want it” Nicole offers, showing Carl to her bedroom, decorated in the same way Carl walks in and smiles as he looks around “this so cool. So where would I go?” “Here!!” she says, pointing at a blank spot just over her bed. “Right between my dad, who was first kill from when I was 4 and where I'm gonna put my best friend once they finally wheel him out for the festival today.”

Carl walks up and holds Nicole by her waist “Now for the fun question. How?” “Hmm I was gonna use my special knife.” She says, flashing the same knife she killed her prize from the booth with in front of his face. Carl runs his finger along the edge cutting it as he does, slightly wincing “Why's it so special?” “More than 500 kills with it, she explains. “I got it for my 6th birthday and I've used it ever since.

While she explains this, she slowly pins Carl to her bed, straddling him as she does, slowly mounting her, positioning herself on top of him, her soaked pussy just touching the head of Carl’s meaty cock. Carl smiles up and at Nicole as he sets his hands on her hips smiling. “Damn that's a hell of a count, I love it! “Thanks, soon to be number 533, Nicole teases, lowering herself down onto him and setting about riding him hard. Carl moans and bucks his hips against Nicole as she does, increasing her pleasure "Oh fuck yeah.”

The pair moans together as Nicole continues riding Carl, leaning forward and kissing her deeply, a kiss returned in kind as Nicole runs her knife down Carl’s side, making shallow cuts along his body, moaning out and enjoying the sensation. Carl moans softly and winces, even through the pain moaning. "yesss.” “Mm yeah, you like being cut like that?” Nicole asks, cutting down his other side. Almost in response to the question, Nicole feels Carl’s dick twitch excitedly inside her.

“Mmm... Mmm are you about to cum?” Nicole asks in response and positions her knife over Carl’s eye, slowly poking it in just enough to blind him. “Mhm” Carl responds, nodding just as the tip of Nicole’s knife pokes straight into his eye, tearing it up, making a narrow cut. Carl jerks his head back, a bit too late. “You know what happens when you do that right” She teases. Carl nods his head yes and smiles up at her. “You snuff me.”

“Exactly!! And since you’ve been so good, you can finish inside me!!’ Nicole says, about to cum too!!! “Okay?” “Yes ma'am. Ahhh fuck, Carl says, bucking his hips wildly. Nicole stabs him in the other eye, blinding him completely, moaning out. “Ahhhhh yessss I'm cumming!!!” Carl yells out. Nicole feels him cumm deep inside her and a switch flips inside her mind. In one motion, she brings down her knife, burying it in Carl’s throat

Carl smiles and cums again as he gets stabbed and gargles on his blood, then takes some of his blood in his hand and rubs it on Nicole’s face, smiling. Nicole smiles back and give him a deep kiss, drinking his blood directly from his mouth, before petting his head as he coughs up blood. She looks in Carl’s eyes, seeing the life start to drain from them as he loses blood. “You were an amazing kill” Nicole whispers in Carl’s ear, wanting him to go out with a smile. Her wish is granted as he weakly wraps his arms around Nicole and dies holding her. Good, Nicole says, smiling and hugging him tight, deciding to take a nap holding his body

A few hours later, though, Nicole wakes up with the distinct feeling that she has forgot something. As she racks her brain, trying to remember what it was, it finally comes to her. “Oh no!!! Trevor!!” She cries out, realizing she hadn't snuffed her best friend as planned. She grabbed her keys and rushed back to the fair, hoping no one else had stolen her kill.
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What's everyone think so far?
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Nicole ran into the snuff fair, nervously looking around for Trevor. “Come on, be here, be here!!” She thought, scanning the gymnasium for the human dartboard. Upon seeing him being wheeled out, the previous occupant having finally died of blood loss, she lets out a sigh of relief and runs over to the booth eagerly, paying for ten darts, ignoring the look of terror on Trevor’s face.
Initially, Trevor is relieved to see a familiar face, a look of relief spreading over his face. "Hey!" he shouts when he finally see her, hoping his friend might have an answer for all this and will save him from this situation. "Finally you're here! I don't know what the hell is going on, please do something." He pleads with Nicole, confused.
Nicole looks up at him, ignoring Trevor’s pleas for help. "Oh, hey!!!! Remember how you said that if you wanted anyone to snuff you, you wanted it to be me?" She ask, smiling, having mistaken his offhand remark for a legitimate desire to be killed by her. "Here I am!!!"
Trevor still can’t quite believe this is real and scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Oh come on, it's not even funny. Did you sign me up for this just to pull a prank? You know I didn’t mean it when I said that!"
"no!! I came here so I can snuff you!!!" Nicole responds. "I'm pretty sure I can do this in ten darts" She teases, ignoring her friend’s excuse. “It’s too late to get cold feet, so do it for me?” She asks, taking the first dart and throwing it, hitting him square in the left testicle with the first one. "you know how I love snuff"
Trevor screams in pain and disbelief, his legs kicking about furiously, feeling the horrible piercing pain in his testicle. "What the fuck! That really fucking hurt!!" He screamed, his predicament now truly sinking in
"I'm gonna do a lot more than that by the end of this!” Nicole said eagerly and happily. “Don't worry, I have a nice place in my bedroom for your body so we can see each other every day!" "
“You fucking bitch, this is NOT funny. Cut this crap now, I.. I need a fucking ambulance, my ball got ruptured!" Trevor rages, struggling and thrashing against his restraints to no avail.
Nicole, apon hearing this, is infuriated at her friend insulting her. Her own best friend who she’s been with through thick and thin is treating her like this, saying the absolute worst things about her. "call me a bitch will you? I thought we were friends!!" Nicole says angrily, seemingly unaware that there's anything wrong with what she’s doing, winding up again, throwing her next dart at Trevor’s other testicle.
Trevor squirms in pain, screaming out loud and gritting his teeth, looking down in terror at the ends of the two darts as they point out from his balls.
Nicole, having rationalized her friend’s outburst as a one time deal after being overwhelmed by her surprise, looked at her handiwork. “wow, they stuck too! I thought they would fall out" She says, impressed with how good a job she’s done "Come on, can't you be more romantic? Like the main guy dying for a girl’s pleasure at the end of a romance movie?" She asks, having hoped for that magical experience as all girls do.
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For what it's worth, I love this, and I hope to see the conclusion someday!


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I admit, I'm probably a little fucked in the head.

Bioreplicator tech was definitely not ready for prime-time. It was certainly never intended to be used for full human duplication. And, I dare say, it was absolutely, positively not intended to be used for cheap autoerotic, sadomasochistic thrills.

And yet, here we are.

Well, okay. Here I am. And also there I am over there. And there's most of me over there, and about-to-be-me over there, and… well, yeah. I suppose it gets confusing.

But, point is, this is OG-me. You can tell by the carbon isotope mixture if you wanna take a blood sample. You could also tell by the lack of duplication errors, but that's less reliable, and I could be hiding something - what with the no arms or legs, and all. But yeah, sorry, all 100% zeroth-gen me.

First thing I did once I realized this would work was make like, fifty first-gen duplicates, sifted through the survivors with the nanoMRI for duplication glitches, picked the least error-riddled scans, and started printing them out. Then I realized that I should really average all those together and start printing *that* out, so i did.

Then we mulched all the nonviables, and all the marginals and I had the talk that I decided I was going to have with myself if I came out of the oven wrong, and the ones that didn't want to play helped me feed themselves back into the mulcher. Then we repeated the whole process another dozen or so times until I had enough of a scanset loaded that I could reliably print out as many of me as I wanted, and they'd all come out healthy.

Then I programmed the autodoc to amputate my limbs and feed them into the mulcher, leash me up in the kennel, and let me watch as it did horrible, horrible things to my dupes. And try to pleasure myself with my little nubs, but that just makes things even more frustratingly hot.

Once the autodoc is through with the program, it opens my cell and lets me and my dupe figure out how to get each other off. Since it picks their limb removal, voice alteration and brain surgery options either semi-randomly or based on customer order, other-me never knows what she's going to be left to work with until the autodoc is done with her. And usually she can't ask me for suggestions or feedback. So it's all thrillingly frustrating.

Then I'm done with her and she puts herself in a box to be shipped off to a customer, and I get put back in the kennel.

Gotta say, I haven't got bored yet!
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This is great! Nice little exploration into ethics of cloning, I thought.

And of course I loved the "mulching of the non-viables" :D
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Hmm I guess your fetish is strange sciency words LOL
The story reminds me of a movie about an illusionist with a similar cloning topic where he was killing his clones or rather himself on each performance
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>>13708
the prestige was a great film.


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Here we go again...

I am Aoi Hikari and I mostly write consensual and casual guro with underage characters. My favorite theme is when sex and death are just innocent children's games, and it doesn't even need to include actual sex or be sexual for the characters.
Most of my works are fanfiction on established characters, mostly Ayanami Rei, Kinomoto Sakura and the Kagamine twins (if you can consider the twins established, as for the sake of my stories they're mostly established in my own work Innocence).

You can find my works in both English and Russian on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Aoi_Hikari
Recently I've also uploaded my English works to pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/12229410
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Works featuring ALISA SELEZNYOVA (also spelt Selezneva) from books by Kir Bulychov (also spelt Bulychev)
(Illustration by Evgeny Migunov for the original books, caption by me as a prequel to Alisa and the Dolphins by TheVisitorBlack)

Alisa and Pirates (no guro, casual sex)
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15711804

Beach Season (no guro, casual nudity)
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15711891

Alisa Seleznyova's Dress (no guro, casual nudity and sex)
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15711927

Psychological Test (vore)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/28787568
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=14476846
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/28786458

See also:
Alisa and the Dolphins (vore) by TheVisitorBlack: https://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/TheVisitorBlack/Fanfiction/Alisa%20and%20The%20Dolphins.txt
Alisa and Bronty (vore) by TheVisitorBlack: https://aryion.com/g4/view/347292
Category: fanfiction, Alisa's Adventures, Alisa Seleznyova
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Other FANFICTION works:
(Illustration for Yomi's Cooking Project by jimsugomi)

Act of True Love (Snow Queen, stabbing, freezing)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15601668
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=13945000
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15712047

Eaten (Frozen, freezing, cannibalism)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15600957
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=13944777

Yakusoku no Élégie (Hibike Euphonium, falling from height)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15626433
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=13945073
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/29127057

Yomi's Cooking Project (Azumanga Daioh, cooking)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15601470
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=13944913

Slavya and Horse (Herbalist x Everlasting Summer crossover, no guro, bestiality, casual nudity and sex, cuckolding)
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15712422

Guro in the Mines (translation of a Russian Everlasting Summer fanfiction by Namide)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15600813
Russian (ES wiki): https://everlasting-summer.fandom.com/ru/wiki/Фанфики:Гуро_в_шахте
Category: fanfiction
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Other ORIGINAL works:
(Illustration by photoshopping a bunch of other people's art together and it's actually for another character, but you can also think of it as Kazimira from the opening scene)

Slap Her (beating)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15601443
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=13944905

100% discount (guillotine)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/15626172
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=13945035

Suitor Test (fairy tale, scat)
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/18846187

Brotherly Love (fairy tale, bestiality)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/29127507
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=14580186
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/18846199

Xenia (no guro, casual sex, no actual intercourse though)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/29127810
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=14580223
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/19343212

Kazimira (no guro, girl meets pedophile)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/29127945
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=14580254
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/17168600

The Delicious Cake (hanging)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/19934500
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=13945270
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/24090661

Marina (heart guro)
English (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/28404522
English (pixiv): https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=14355947
Russian (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/28426023

Верёвка впивается в шею (New Year song, parody of "Снежинки спускаются с неба")
Russian lyrics (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/28399860
Category: original
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And now the new stuff.

=Trust=

(Vocaloid, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, death on a whim)

Ever since the Kagamine twins entered middle school, taking a train to it became a part of their daily routine. Today was no different, and just as usual Len and Rin were waiting at the edge of the platform, chirping among themselves merrily. They were enjoying the start of a new day blessed with nice weather, looking forward to meeting their friends at school and all the fun and games they were going to have after classes.

But then, just as the train approached, out of nowhere Rin suddenly leaned towards the tracks, pulling Len by his hand to follow her. For a brief moment Len was confused, but a gentle smile on Rin’s face told him she was doing this on purpose. What purpose could it possibly be? Even though they were twins, two parts of a whole, sometimes Len just couldn’t figure out what was going on in Rin’s mind. Yet also because they were twins, two parts of a whole, he didn’t need to.

It was true that Len never before contemplated suicide and even right now he saw no sense or reason in it, he felt happy about his life and looked to the future with enthusiasm, and he knew for sure Rin felt the same way. But none of that mattered compared to the trust in each other the twins shared, which meant that no matter how unexpected Rin’s actions were Len didn’t question them for a single moment, he didn’t feel a need to question them. The initial confusion that Len felt for a fraction of a second was only because of being taken by surprise, but once he realized what was going on he didn’t have to accept it: it being his twin’s will naturally made it already accepted.

Of course, had Rin told him about her intention of double suicide, Len would have definitely asked in sincere puzzlement why she wanted to do it. And if she happened to be open to discussion, they could have even ended up opting against killing themselves. Not him talking her out of it, but the two of them considering it together and making a collective decision, whichever way it went. But if Rin had foregone such a discussion, it meant she trusted that her twin brother would have certainly agreed with her. And in such a case Len trusted his twin sister to know him well enough to be able to judge on his behalf.

However, if Rin was so certain about Len agreeing, why haven’t she explained her reasoning at least to satisfy his curiosity? Surely he would have enjoyed knowing what he was dying for, given it was something he’d be willing to die for? Couldn’t it possibly be that Rin didn’t say anything exactly because she was afraid Len could disagree? No, there was nothing to be afraid of. Rin trusted that even if Len didn’t agree with her reasoning, as long as she simply asked him, he would still join her in this suicide without any hesitation or regret, because her wish alone was enough reasoning for him. And so similarly Len trusted that even if Rin’s reasoning was something he couldn’t agree with, she was not hiding it with malicious intent, but simply saw reason to mention it, knowing he would join her anyway.

But surely, if not informing him of her reasoning, Rin could at least let Len know she was going to do it? Actually, there wasn’t much point in it either. If Len was going to comply in any case, then the only thing such a warning would have solved was saving him from the initial moment of confusion. And her smile has already achieved just that, thus being all the warning he needed. Indeed, it probably worked even better, as a warning beforehand would have let him go through a much longer and deeper confusion, while now he just had no time for such thoughts.

He had no time for any thoughts, really. Even all of that reasoning was not what Len was actually thinking about, but why he didn’t need to think about anything. He didn’t need to think to see that the only reason Rin could throw both of them under a train without a discussion, without an explanation and even without a warning, was because she trusted Len not to need any of that, not from her, his other half. This made the whole spontaneity feel not at all disconcerting, but welcome and pleasant as an expression of Rin’s unfaltering trust. And so it was only natural for Len to respond by also trusting his sister without questioning anything, confusion on his face giving way to a gentle smile mirroring Rin’s. Had Len had any more time to ponder over the situation, he would have realized that basking in this sensation of ultimate mutual trust was Rin’s intention all along. However, it was the fact that he didn’t have such time that let him enjoy it as much as he did, as it forced him to simply accept everything by trust alone instead of trying to think about reasoning, thus making that trust truly unconditional.

But then does that mean Rin herself enjoyed it any less, given she couldn’t be similarly unaware of her own plan? No, not at all. And it wasn’t really a plan in the first place. A mere heartbeat ago Rin had no idea she was going to do it. It was a spur of the moment decision that could only be fully enjoyed as such, and that is why Rin acted on it the same instant it came to her mind. She purposely didn’t give herself a single fraction of a second to think it over, so that she couldn’t start analyzing what Len’s reaction might be, and had to wholly rely only on her trust for him. And this is how she was able to also enjoy the state of unconditional trust to the fullest.

Yes, this was all about trust. Had either of the twins’ trust in each other happened to be any less than absolute, this last moment of their life would have contained nothing but despair and regret. But they have passed this self-imposed test of trust brilliantly, and so instead their hearts were now filled only with tenderness. Such immeasurable loving tenderness that was impossible to experience by any other means. It required them to trust each other not just with their lives, as that would have meant simply trusting to keep each other from dying, quite petty in comparison with the real level of trust needed, which was trusting each other with their very deaths, a trust where one’s decision to kill another, no matter how sudden or unreasonable, did not even warrant an acceptance. And even that was not enough, as trust couldn’t be really experienced by merely having it, it had to be put into action by going all the way through with actually performing this leap of faith towards certain death. And that was why right now the twins have found themselves not at all afraid of that death, but embracing it wholeheartedly for how it allowed them to have this wonderful experience.

(part 1/2 due to apparently still low character limit)
Category: fanfiction, Vocaloid, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, consensual, casual, death on a whim, Trust
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(part 2/2 due to apparently still low character limit)

No, wonderful couldn’t even begin to describe it. It felt so good that if the afterlife happened to exist, the twins could have bet that no matter how infinite was the bliss that awaited in heaven, even the whole eternity of it could not possibly compare to this single instant they were currently sharing with each other. And it wasn't just a figure of speech: they were so confident that they would have actually accepted such a bet even if the punishment for losing was to rot in hell. But of course, for a bet to be fair, the reward for the case of the twins’ undoubtable win must have been something as appealing as hell is dreadful. So surely the only such thing could be heaven, as even if inferior to their current experience, it was still the best thing they could ask for… not as far as the twins themselves were concerned! Instead they would have wished from the bottom of their heart to reject any form of afterlife whatsoever and let their existence really end for good. Indeed, continuing to be, no matter in what form, would have ruined the whole significance of trusting each other with their death. So even if the twins went all smart about it and asked for the pleasure of this moment to last, the very persistence of it would have spoilt that same pleasure. And now that would’ve been more dreadful than any hell!

Luckily, the twins didn’t really have any such concerns, as they didn’t believe in afterlife anyway. In fact, seeing how having a literal immortal soul would have devalued the whole idea, if they really believed in it they wouldn’t be committing this double suicide in the first place. But as for a figurative soul… Even though the twins’ physical bodies were properly clothed and weren’t touching each other anywhere apart from Rin holding Len’s hand, nothing could describe how they felt better than saying their very souls were cuddling in the nude.

After all, they were casting their lives away as if they were just as meaningless as clothes, and what else did it make their souls but bare naked, unclad by earthly existence. And if killing themselves was what it took to put their souls in this most natural and most beautiful form that was nudity, then it was all worth it just for a chance to admire such beauty. But the twins did more than admire, they have put trust in each other, the most full and unconditional trust possible, so that was the cuddling of souls. And ever since they shared their mom’s womb, the twins surely loved some quality cuddling!

Yet, as much practice as the twins had in cuddling, naked or otherwise, this particular instance easily topped all of it combined. It was more delicate than any physical embrace, as the twins were touching each other not with their corporeal bodies, but only with their intangible souls. And at the same time it was more intense than any physical embrace, as the twins were touching not each other’s corporeal bodies, but each other’s very exposed souls. Even if they didn’t believe in the supernatural, it certainly felt fantastic, so the twins were infinitely grateful to each other for the trust that let them experience this.

Truly there could be no end to expressing just how overjoyed the twins were. But perhaps the most beautiful thing was how all of these paragraphs worth of feelings in reality lasted for only a single fleeting moment. Just like the twins’ very special kiss they shared exclusively with each other, which meant to express such delicate tenderness that they parted lips before they could feel them touch. But even that couldn’t compare to the tenderness of this double suicide, as unlike the kiss it wouldn’t even leave an aftertaste. Because the very next instant their bodies were mercilessly crushed by the train with the desperate screeching of its breaks accompanying the ensuing commotion in the crowd. And so, before Len’s lips could even finish forming a smile, all of his and his sister’s delight abruptly stopped along with their lives.

This briefest flash of enjoyment cost the twins everything, and the very act of paying such the highest price made the whole thing worth nothing by leaving no one to value it. And the twins wouldn’t have had it any other way. They were most happy to indulge themselves to a pleasure so truly momentary, that not only the pleasure itself existed for a mere wink of an eye, but it even ended the twins’ own existence, ensuring that it wouldn’t last even as a memory. The most wonderful experience the twins gave their lives for was now even more wonderfully gone along with those lives. It perfectly disappeared from the world forever, as neither the thorough police investigation nor the twins’ mom and friends would ever figure out why they did what they did and what was going on in their minds in their last moment. Even though there was really nothing complicated about it at all. For the name of that pleasure was nothing else but simple trust.

(The End)
Category: fanfiction, Vocaloid, Kagamine Rin, Kagamine Len, consensual, casual, death on a whim, Trust


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Might as well have a thread for writing questions and advise of all kinds.
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Okay, so here's the thing. I have a passage that goes like this:

... if [condition], they would have made a bet that [lots of text here]. They would have bet on it with such confidence that they would have accepted [punishment] in case of their loss. [then the paragraph goes on about what they'd like to receive in case of winning]

The problem is that "they would have accepted [punishment]" sounds like they would be okay with suffering that punishment, but the idea I'm trying to convey is a bit different: it's that they would be okay with the conditions of the bet including such an insufferable punishment in case of their loss, because they're so much confident they won't lose. And in the first place this line only goes in the separate second sentence because I couldn't figure how to fit it properly in the beginning, where it would feel more organic in my opinion.

So I imagine it being something like that:

... if [condition], they would have confidently [phrase I'm looking for] [punishment] in a bet that [the rest of the text].

Actually, my first thought was even more laconic:

... if [condition], they would have confidently bet [punishment] on [the rest of the text].

But I immediately realized that "to bet X" means that in case of loss you lose X, not receive it.

So then I considered "to risk X in a bet". I've looked up "to risk" in dictionaries, and it seems like it can work both ways: you can "risk your life" (in this example you lose your life in case of failure), but you can also "risk falling in climbing" (in this example you receive the falling as punishment for failure in climbing). But I don't like how it works both ways, isn't there anything more unambiguous? And also when I tried looking for examples of "to risk X in a bet" specifically (and not just "to risk" separately from bets), it only gives me "to risk money in a bet" which clearly implies that in case of losing the bet you lose the money, not receive them as a punishment.

Another option that I have found while I was typing this is "to run the risk of".
However the dictionaries give me mixed signals about it. The definitions they provide go along the lines of "to do something although something bad might happen because of it". The way they put it sounds like in the phrase "to run the risks of X" the X would be the thing you do although some other bad thing might happen because of it (so it should be used like "to run the risk of climbing, knowing you can fall"). However then right under that same definition they provide examples like "If you tell him the truth, you run the risk of hurting his feelings" and "You run the risk of being misunderstood if you don't explain your purpose carefully", which clearly imply the opposite: that the X is the bad thing that might happen because of some other thing you do.
Who the hell writes those dictionaries?
And I also can't find any examples of this used like "to run the risk of ... in a bet".
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I have also looked into expressions like "to put X at stake" or "to put X on the line", but came to a conclusion that they work the same as "to bet X", that is you lose X in case of losing the bet. So you can "put your life at stake", not "put your death at stake", which is what I'm looking for: an expression where if you say it about death it means you die if you lose the bet.
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>>14319
The phrase is 'betting your life'.
As in 'I'm betting my life on this horse, it'd better not lose'.
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I'm not a native English speaker, but I'd like to try anyway...

If I'm so confident to win a bet and not to lose it, I'cant imagine that [punishment] will happen to me. That the [punishment] would happen for real (so I put at stake physical integrity).

How about if you write something like:
... to be so confident to win / not to lose... ... that they did not believe / did not expect / did not fear / did (or could) not imagine that the punishment could/would/will ever take place / happen to them?


Or maybe:
... they thought it would be impossible that ... [to lose / to get the punishment / the loss of physical integrity, which they put at stake]

Cheers!
Can't you p
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> The phrase is 'betting your life'.
I have mentioned such a phrase a couple of times, so maybe I know it. The problem is the punishment in question is not as simple as death, where an obvious antonym of 'life' could be used.

>>>14322
These lines sound like they would only make sense after the conditions of the bet were already established, and what I'm looking for is a way to establish them.

Okay, maybe I'm too focused on trying to fit it all in one sentence. But maybe a better direction would be not to combine the two sentences, but to distance them even more, so that the first sentence says they could bet, which sounds like just an expression without actual stakes, and then the second sentence says they would actually accepted such a bet even if the conditions included the punishment. So like this:

... they could have bet that [lots of text here]. And it wasn't just an expression: they were so confident they would have actually accepted such a bet even if the punishment for losing was [punishment].

That should work, I think?


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Inspired by the story Graduation, which can be found here https://archive.guro.wtf/lit/res/20622.html

I'm not sure about the source of the pic attached, but it looks like it inspired the Graduation story in the first place (IIRC the story appeared some time after the picture).

Other authors are welcome to add their own entries. Don't have to be introduction speeches, day to day life in the school and whatever you feel inspired for by the setting are all welcome too.

==Rubicon High School==

Welcome to Rubicon High School! A very special among special schools that aims not at students with disabilities, but at those who wish to have one. In our school you will learn to live with a disability of your choice: blindness, deafness, muteness, or even amputation of limbs, we have dedicated classes for all of them. We also encourage our students to be creative, so if you have something more peculiar on your mind, do tell and we’ll see what we can arrange about it. And of course you’re welcome to choose more than one disability if you’re feeling up for the challenge!

The name of our school comes from the final test you will face during the graduation: you will get to irreversibly cross the Rubicon on the way to your new disabled life by actually inflicting the disability on yourself with your own hands. Although nowadays many determined students choose to do it earlier during the education, usually after the first year, since that point is also where the theoretical lessons give place to more practical ones, which become more hands-on this way. Just make sure to do it the presence of a teacher who would confirm you did it with your own hands and out of your own free will.

Anyway, enough about us, since you came here, you probably know all of that already. So why don’t you tell us about yourself, why did you choose to attend this school and what disability are you going to choose?
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“Wait, is this a special school? I didn’t know that, I just… ah, sorry, my name is Veronica, I’m 15 and this is the first time I’ve heard that Rubicon High School is actually a special school. But you said I don’t have to be disabled to enroll, right? That’s a relief! For a moment I thought I’ll have to find another school. I only have to choose a disability for myself, right? Hmm, I never considered having one, so I really don’t know. Just sign me in for whatever class has vacant seats”.
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"Hey there cutie, I'm Jenny and I just turned 13. My mom says I'm too smart and pretty for my own good which is true because I'm always getting myself into trouble, especially with boys but sometimes with girls too. I just can't help myself and like my mom says I'm way too smart so I'm always finding new ways to sneak out after dark or to talk cute guys into skipping class so they can feel me up in the janitor's closet."

"I'm really excited to start at Rubicon and it's not simply because I've added a lot of new names to my kissing list. See I like being pretty but to keep myself from starting trouble I'm going to learn how to push these cool hooks up my nose which I can then yank out hard to give myself a full frontal lobotomy. Once I'm mentally disabled it'll be the boys who are the ones taking advantage of me whenever they want to get into my pants."
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Fucking nice
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“My name is Amy, and I love sports. Most of all I love running. I love how simple and straightforward it is: minimum tactics, maximum pure enjoyment. And that is why I want my legs amputated. Oh, no, no, not entirely, mind you! Just below the knee. Because, you know those modern carbon fiber blade prosthetics? They’re much better for running than actual legs, because they were purposely designed for it, not incidentally evolved from random mutations. Of course, I know I won’t just magically run faster simply by putting them on and will have to undergo heavy training even to learn to walk again. That’s why I’m applying to this school”.
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"Hello, uh, I'm Rita. I won't lie, I picked this school by throwing darts at a board... this is an interesting quirk though. Uh, what to pick... I guess being mute sounds interesting? I'd have to learn sign language and have something to write with on me... And people always say I talk too loudly, well now that problem will be solved for good!"


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>> I want to know what stories would be most enjoyed by the current crowd. Rather than split this on /dis/ I've supplied a short story to get you thinking followed by the survey.
>> I might also fill some short requests here too.

Hello darling, you can call me Quinn for now. Is this your first time visiting? Here at Club GC we aim to make every fantasy come true. Do you like my outfit, it's awfully sexy don't you think? But maybe you'd like something a little bit more specific. That's the beauty of this place because in just the blink of an eye we can change things to suit your whims. Consider it like a movie but you get to be in the director's chair.

Ooh, you are a naughty one! I've never thought about dressing up like this before, it looks so good on me, and so many scandalous implications. Oh please love, don't be embarrassed about it. We enjoy catering to all interests, especially those not permitted by polite society, and we take your anonymity very seriously. Now while I take this off maybe we can get more intimately acquainted.

Do you like what you see? Maybe you'd like my boobs to be a bit bigger, is that better? I think they could be perkier too, just like this. So what's your preference: blonde, brunette, or perhaps a fiery redhead? All options are open no matter how exotic your tastes are. As you see honored guest, I can even be a tender eastern flower if that is what you desire... or maybe you is juts wantin' some chocolate love with a fine ass. But please don't limit yourself to the expensive things you can already 'ave at anothair establishment, zére aré no taboos inside le Club GC.

Surprise! Did you know I can turn into a widdle girl too? My mommy and daddy aren't here but I'll be safe with you, right? I promise I'll be good and do everything you say and I'm really cute and I know all my ABZs and I love ponies. Would you say yes if I show you my pee-pee? It feels real funny if I rub it and I heard there's this game where you stick things inside and sometimes you can make a baby. Will you play it with me, pleassssse!

But, um, I don't even need to be a girl. I mean my friend dared me to wear a pink bow in my hair at recess so I looked like one, but- but that was only so I could have his pudding cup. I'm definitely a boy and I've got a d-dick and it's practically as long as my finger now and sometimes it's stiff in the morning and there's clear stuff coming out. You know I can also beat a bunch of kids in my class at arm wrestling so just because I'm still small and skinny doesn't mean I'm not strong!

Or you could, like, wish for something in the middle. I mean you're still going to get in trouble for staring at me like that but I've started getting my period so I'm practically an adult even if my stupid mom still calls me a kid. So are these little boobies doing it for you perv? Do you need me to dance around too like I'm some kind of slut? We both know that you're probably going to go straight for my cherry anyway, it's a no-brainer since you're my first customer and everyone's always talking like being a virgin is a big deal and shit.

But I'm not stupid, you wouldn't be here if you didn't have something a whole lot rougher in mind. So are you going to fuck me first and then do something sick, or does hurting an innocent girl like me do it for you all by itself? I guess it could be both. I would totally scream my lungs out if you bent me over and raped my ass without any lube, plus there would be a wicked ton of blood coming out by the time you were done tearing my butt up for your sick twisted pleasure.

Would you kill me then? Wrap your hands around my throat and choke the life out me, turn my entire future into just a few moments of casual fun for yourself? Or is that too fast, maybe you're going to torture me, beat me, burn my skin and shove needles through my body until I run out of tears and snot and blood to shed for your enjoyment. Would you drag it out for days, taking me apart piece by piece, letting me see my own body be reduced to nothing but a sexless, limbless torso and then at last you'll cut out my eyes leaving me in silent darkness to await my fate?

I'm not going to stop you. Tonight I'm your snuff slave who will let you do whatever you want no matter how much it hurts or even if I know it's going to kill me. I could even do it on my own, step up on a stool and put a noose around my neck all by myself. You could sit back and masturbate the whole time while I kick off and kill myself through a slow hanging, my final dance being a show for your private amusement.

Did you know you can even make me forget about this club, forget that I'm anything but a normal teenage girl? You can tie me up and I'll be honestly, truly terrified. I'll be begging for you to let me go, begging for you to stop hurting me. Do you want to see if you can cause me enough pain that I'll even beg you to let me die? Or maybe you want me to ask for it from the very beginning, loving every punch, squealing with pain and delight when you stab me through the guts and cumming harder then I've ever cum before when you run a power drill through my brain.

And when this is all over what will become of me? Will you take my clit which I cried so hard over when you cut it off and keep it in a little box with the others? Or maybe you want my head stuffed and mounted on your wall? Would you enjoy my breasts cooked up and served to you with a glass of red wine? Or do I not matter at all and you'll just walk away while my body is tossed into the dumpster with all the other useless trash.

Whatever you choose please be honest because you are going to be the first and last customer I'll ever have. I want to be sure that you'll enjoy every moment of my wonderful destruction.

>>To pay for your stay at Club GC please read the survey that follows and consider leaving a response.
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B
C or E
C (kate upton, alexandra daddario)
B or D
B
D
B
C
A
A and F (i really enjoy debreasting/desexing)
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1. B

2. C + D + E

3. A

4. A + B + C + D (Have a fondness for automated machinery doing the work!)

5. D

6. B + C + D

7. A + B

8. A

9. A + B + C

10. F - particularly fond of scenarios that don't focus on death, but rather long-term suffering and predicaments.
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1.B
2.C or D
3.A
4.A, B or accidents(guess that counts as D)
5. A or D
6. A, B or C
7. B if any of these
8. A or C
9. B or C
10. F dismemberment while being non lethal and potentially reversible but out of victims control

Idk how posting here works so sorry if I messed something up
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>>13981
1-B
2-D
3-A
4-A, though i wouldn't call it "harm"
5-D
6-C
7-C
8-C
9-A
10-F
My personal fantasy is a Sleeping Beauty fetish. Or i get turned on by Sleeping women.

One scenario in my head is that i Exhume the grave of a beautiful girl, just after being buried, and having sex with her as she lies there in repose. And then posing her with her hands together as if nothing happened.
Or, another fantasy is a more literal Sleeping Beauty game. With the Girl lying on the bed, wearing a long dress and posed up. But instead of a Kiss, i'd have to wake her up by...other means.
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Hello everyone
I'm kind of new here (at least as regards posting text and not only reading it) and I hope I can gain a foothold here in the literature section.
@YJ_Anon, I find your survey a cool idea!
I started writing a story but I haven't finished it yet. Once finished, I'd like to publish it as a new thread in /lit/.
With my username I'd like to state that I was (and I still am) a great fan of "The Dark Realm Of Polaris", and even though my dark fantasies differ somehow from those of Polaris, I'd like trying to revive Polaris' spirit by posting "similar" stories.
I hope, YJ_Anon, you're fine with the fact that I posted this little introduction in your thread. (If not, tell me and I'll delete it!)

Nevertheless, I don't want to miss the chance and answer your survey:

1) B
2) B, maybe C
3) A

4) B (who are usually older, stronger and in superior number compared to No. 2)
[but it could also be the case, that a group/gang of younger female perpetrators choose a victim/victims who is/are older, like 2.CDE)

5) Usually C or D (no cannibalism; rather no dismembering; but yes to bone/skull breaking)

[5.AB is fine too, when the perpetrators use pure violence on the victim just for having fun and/or sexual stimulation and arousal]

6.A usually; could also be 6.D or something inbeween (=6.BC)

7.AB
8.C
9.A

10.F
Polaris stated on his page: "... erotic fiction that focuses primarily on sadistic and sexually violent females".
I prefer (and write) stories including females only. (Sorry, guys!!) [And as we know: There is an exception to every rule.]
But my interest/request/fantasy consists of (usually young) females living out their sexuality and power, loving other strong and sexy females (that means: they are lesbian), and loving and enjoying to dominate sadistically weaker females: like forcing them to have sex; seducing or raping them; kidnapping, hurting, injuring them; bullying them; sometimes even killing / murdering them (just for fun; for sexual gratification; due to boredome; out of pure lust; out of disgust; for showing off superiority; for money; to impress a lover; etc.)
Mischievous, viscious girls/females taking what the want, not showing any respect to rules.

Take care everyone.
Category: girl on girl, female only, 2vs1, lesbians, violence, snuff, ryona, female gang, girl gang


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