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1: Jungle Jail for Her (47) 2: The Game Room: Step One, Part B (12) 3: Sister of Nurgle (128) 4: The Jissouseki Thread (1329) 5: Lacus Klyne's Execution - Kakinoboo's Random Nude 2 (27) 6: Indian Girls (M+/F+, NC, tort, snuff)--how should I end this? (26) 7: The Game Room: Step One, Part A (18) 8: Miss Samson's Class Election (11) 9: Dirty Deeds (scat, piss, vomit, filth, incest, extreme) (18) 10: Roleplay hookup thread (4) 11: The Nasty Neighbor Girl (Scat, WS, Anal, Teens) (153) 12: Suetube (ff, teen, cons, WS, scat, copr) (14) 13: The Mighty B - Gwen's Pressing Issue (scat) (14) 14: Shinigami's Agony (9) 15: 'A Pooping Convenience' Lucky Star [SCAT] (4) 16: Octomania: Memoirs of a spider and her mate (9) 17: WRITER AVAILABLE (13) 18: My life with Patchwork (92) 19: Guro lit site help (7) 20: Schadenfreude (Nazis, yaoi, sex, drugs, medical torture, true love) (80) 21: Materia Revenge (Final Fantasy, guro) (19) 22: Little Girl’s Correctional Facility (Tags With Each Part) (15) 23: Guro blog for you all (4) 24: Zalgonomicon (7) 25: Allyana's Fall (slime?) (55) 26: Prison overview (37) 27: The Spider (14) 28: 'The Popular Girl N' sequal to Popular Girl (10) 29: Fifteen Girls (The Make Your Own Guro Story) (298) 30: The Bunny and the Fox (17) 31: Bunny Torture (11) 32: Butchering the Human Carcass for Human Consumption (9) 33: Blood and Latex (TF2 Medic/Pyro - sadistic, queer, medical, bloody mess) (9) 34: Vagina abuse/destruction ideas (11) 35: Heart Rips (14) 36: The Temple of Agony (19) 37: A Pleasant Dessert [necro, tentacles, cannibalism, skullfucking, m/f] (6) 38: Service Patches (MF+ cann snuff) (20) 39: The Crimson Kidtenderizer (Fg, rape, snuff) (22) 40: 'The Popular Girl' loli and egg-laying fic (183)

Jungle Jail for Her (47)

1 Name: Gore : 2008-05-28 14:59 [Del]

This is a tale of a women's prison camp deep in the South American jungle... it just might be the nastiest place on Earth...

Laura was a pretty girl. She was 20, weighed about 110 pounds, she was a cheerleader, a good all American girl. She loved life, was in college and was aspiring towards a good career, a good life. That all ended when she got a DUI driving home from a party. Her parents never knew where she went, or where she was being taken. She might never get to talk to them again. She was oblivious to the horror and discomfort she was about to bare with all of the other girls with her. She was one of those preppy girls who always went shopping and whom daddy bought everything she wanted. Now she was going to be stripped of everything she ever had.

Laura was one of many girls who were put on an overcrowded bus that drove for three days through the steaming, humid, nasty jungle. The girls were so cramped up they were practically sweating on each other. Pure misery, especially for Laura who was used to the comfortable life and air conditioning. The stench was fairly putrid, but it would only get worse. The girls were all in their street clothes right now, and when they entered the camp they would be given uniforms. We will be introduced to several of the girls soon.

Their uniform was very simple. A gray tshirt. Grey short shorts. A pair of socks. A pair of shoes. One pair of underwear, white booty shorts. The uniform came in 3 sizes, small, medium and large. The small was tiny, the medium was small, and the large was not much bigger, so if a fat girl came in(which there are a couple), their clothes would be extremely tight. The shorts would be constantly up their ass and the underwear way too tight. The girls did not get to pick their uniforms, they were assigned. The worst part about the uniform was that that was all they got. They would be expected to wear it for their duration or stay in the camp. No tampons. No spare underwear. No fresh socks. No deodorant...not even a fucking towel or rag.
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38 Name: Gore : 2009-03-27 14:37 [Del]

Jungle Jail for Her Part 18

"Okay you stupid bitches, get moving. Your going to sprint back to your cells and the last one to get there is going in the stockades. Move!" The guard screamed, as two more guards chased the girls like cattle with a whip while they scattered.

The girls started running as fast as the guards were chasing them, as they whipped the stragglers. Jenny was one straggler, her red burnt face dripping with sweat and her thick legs pumping, running as she fought to keep up with the leaner girls. As she pumped her arms her increasingly bad heat rash burnt like the fire of hell.

Mackenzie was straggling too. Her body was golden brown tan from the 15 days in the sun, and it was about to be burnt. She was a good runner as she had been a soccer player, but she was lagging because of her stomach cramps. Her stomach was turning in knots, and it had been all day. The swamp water she had drank during her punishment had wrecked considerable havok on her system and she had had diarrhea ever sense. She had managed to hold it until the lunch break and she had still been holding back another.

She was mortified to hear that they would be crammed into a cell for an undetermined amount of time, which meant she would be forced to defecate inside. There were going to be no more buckets either the guard said. Her asshole was on fire too, as she had shit herself days before and could not get clean. Her shorts were moist with sweat, piss and shit. Her socks had some on them too, and some was caked on her beautiful, athletic legs.
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39 Name: Anonymous : 2009-04-05 15:31 [Del]

will this ever end?

40 Name: Anonymous : 2009-04-22 16:27 [Del]

Bumping for teh awesome that is this story

41 Name: Gore : 2009-06-16 13:42 [Del]

Jungle Jail For Her Part 19

Imagine if you will, a hot, humid jungle environment. Temperatures reach around 85-95 degrees with stifling humidity that will make everything moist and sticky. If you just stand there for a minute you will start sweating profusely and become dripping wet.

So now imagine 10 women in their late teens and early twenties in this environment. Remember they have no makeup. They have no prissy lotions. They have no deodorant, tooth paste, tampons, not even razors to shave themselves. They have not been without these cosmetics for over a day ever since they could remember.
They have not changed their clothes in over two weeks. They have not bathed or washed in over two weeks. They have worked in the hot sun with no shade or even have felt air conditioning and they have been soaked in their own dirty sweat and grease.

They have had no sanitation. They could not wipe their little assholes. They could not even shower when they had old shit caked in their asses in the humid hellish jungle heat. Some girls have shit in their pants and can not even change them. Most of the bitches are plagued with diarrhea.

They are sunburnt and constantly sweating, wet and growing with foul, stinking bacteria. Their sweat on their red brows is turning yellow and brown and there is nothing they can do about it. Their clothes are stained with multiple layers of smelly sweat that is now brown. Their backs, pits, chests, stomachs, asses and thighs all sweat.
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42 Name: Tai : 2009-06-17 18:34 [Del]

Dude, seriously, this is awesome. I couldn't imagine dealing with this.

43 Name: Gore : 2009-08-31 13:18 [Del]

Jungle Jail For Her Part 20

After one more night in the stinking, hot, small cramped cell the bitches were let out. The girls that had to stand next to the dead Jenny were traumatized a little more than the other girls. The girls who did not shit their pants during their stay in the camp so far actually probably came in contact with another bitches diarrhea, both in capturing the virus and either stepping in it or getting it on their greasy wet legs. All the girls pissed themselves that night, but that does not even matter now, as their discomfort is so great that is the last thing on their minds. A couple girls drug Jenny's body out through the door as they limped into the morning jungle sun.

"Stand at attention bitches." The guard yelled at the girls. Some were wimpering, and some were strong. Laura was sobbing. Erin was sobbing.

"There will be no tolerating of bending the rules or stepping out of line. This is what all of you will get and even worse if it happens again. Understood?"

The girls replied "Yes, sir."
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44 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-08 17:54 [Del]

needs more!

45 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 21:54 [Del]

MORE!
I say more fighting for privileges...showers, good food, and at the very end?

Everyone fights. Maybe...take Jessica out and have her fight with Laura?

Another idea, when all the girls are forced to fight, they get the winners from each group, match them up against each other, etcetc until we have the final winner, who is allowed to 'leave'. Just as she leaves, they get her and bring her back. =D Fuck with 'em.

46 Name: anon : 2009-11-20 12:56 [Del]

someone should talk about all the diseases these girls would have by now. how do they look? what do they smell like? what kind of conditions do they have? what would they look and smell like in real life? just an idea...

47 Name: anon : 2009-11-20 12:58 [Del]

someone should talk about the conditions these girls have by now. do they have any diseases by now? how would they smell and look like in real life? how would they feel? just an idea...
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The Game Room: Step One, Part B (12)

1 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-18 05:07 [Del]

The Game Room: Step One, Part B


Step One is a great machine, and it provides all manner of interesting little features for the Games. For example, one thing I like to do is confuse a woman’s body, and that’s accomplished with the vibrator mounted in the seat. I can press a button, and it rises up out of the platform that Kristen is on, a sort of large rubber ball that is concave at the end, cupping a toy right around her clit. Even if I’m shoving my cock so far up her ass that it straightens her small intestines, I can make a woman’s pussy cum. Even without the vibrator, I can do it in the blink of an eye, and there’s nothing stranger for a women in peril than to be simultaneously frightened and yet inexplicably orgasming uncontrollably. I decide that this would be a good option with Kristen, and so I hit a button on the side of Step One and activate the vibrator.

“Ah, there you go Kristen,” I say. “Now, back to the matter at hand. Pussy, ass, pussy, ass, hmm, which would you prefer?” She mumbles something, but she’s also softly moaning now as the vibrator has pushed itself firmly against her clit. I chuckle at her body’s reaction, a quick attempt to pull away immediately followed by her noticeable to press her snatch down as firmly as possible. “Well, it’s not your choice anyways. I’m just going to wing it.”

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3 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-18 05:21 [Del]

*the last 10k words, i mean. hehehe. I WILL win the contest, but undoubtedly, 10k words or so of my otherwise unrelated scifi story will be brutal guro. and on decemeber 1st, i will remove those portions, "because they didnt fit into the whole scheme of things." but i wont take them down from here, so enjoy the ridiculous perversion, and hopefully you look forward to the stuff ive got in the works.

4 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-18 23:44 [Del]

Once again, this shit is nuts. MOAR PLOX!

5 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 03:04 [Del]

totally fuckin insane, man, holy fuck. just about busted a nut in my pants. the whole thing with her decapitated head skwevered on is dick and like forced to eat her own pussyl; aweosome. shit. *fap fap fap fap fap*

6 Name: A.B. Garza : 2009-11-19 03:26 [Del]

I fucking found tou, Mil. Sick fuck. I'll expose all of this. . . fuck. Okay, maybne mot. Shit

7 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-19 03:29 [Del]

Shut up, idiot. Stop doing your lame role-playing. This is not the place for it. Just get out of my life. We broke it off once. Just get the fuck out of here.

8 Name: Jigsaw : 2009-11-19 06:41 [Del]

Live or die, Milton

9 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-19 14:18 [Del]

hahaha

10 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 19:35 [Del]

Skimmed through the scat part because it's my only squick, but other than that, I read every word. Excellent work, I look forward to seeing the next part!

11 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-20 01:26 [Del]

>>10

Thank you, sir or ma'am, I plan on having the next part up within a few hours. Due to the way I've made the main character capable of stretching the rules of reality in the Game Room, there's room for quite a bit creativity. Keep your eyes peeled the The Game Room: Step Two

12 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-20 05:15 [Del]

Ok, so maybe it won't be done now, because my fucking friends and I hit the bar, and I am amazed I cna still wtire now. Maybe I can't.mBut I will have it tomorrow sometime. it will be good
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Sister of Nurgle (128)

1 Name: Sis : 2009-07-13 07:29 [Del]


-Sister of Nurgle-
Introduction

The corrupted sister Apphia roamed across the battlefield, the scorched earth crunching sickly underneath her boots, like bones; as she made her way around the rotting dead. Father Nurgle had been successful in the battle and now all that remained was to enjoy the spoils of war. His daemons had made quick work of the pitiful planetary defence force and the first steps were being taken to completely infest the planet. Apphia still retained most of her former beauty, but her loveliness was only skin deep; beneath this veneer she had been blessed and filled with gifts from Nurgle. Her new purpose in life was to spread those blessings.

The moans of a worthless mortal, alerted her to a wounded guardsmen twitching weakly and gurgling in his own blood. She was surprised that any human had survived, but now she had a chance to bring another into the fold.

The guardsman looked up at the Sister of Battle that approached him with glazed eyes, though her face was clean and healthy her armour was encrusted with filth, and all manner of polyps, fungi, scum and other scourges were nestled among it. The noble fleur-de-lis, which symbolized her former order, had been replaced with the pulsating mark of Nurgle. The overwhelming stench of death and decay followed her like a billowing mantle of pestilence, she wrapped around herself; the guardsman had begun to choke the moment the fetid air had enveloped him. Apphia smiled at her luck, she had found someone in need of help and as her grin widened a worse smell began to fill the air. She straddled the lying guardsman and forcefully thrust her tongue into his mouth, choking him as the putrid slime worked its way down his throat, forming lesions and sores wherever it touched. Her thrusts deepened as his tongue stopped resisting and soon she began to feel the first signs of deep infection forming. She lowered his head down and smiled again; for she knew her first gift was appreciated.
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119 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-07 22:05 [Del]

As this is dead, anyone want to finish it?

Or write a sequel?

120 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-09 10:09 [Del]

It's not dead, John's probably swamped with other work

121 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-09 14:26 [Del]

>>120

Like what? Lazy git

122 Name: The Doctor : 2009-11-10 01:22 [Del]

Hey /tg/, I have a problem.

Would you rather see Sisters of Chaos with all militants or divide up the gods and orders so?

Hospitaller-Nurgle, Miliant-Khorne, Dialogous-Tzeentch, Famulous-Slaanesh

If I was to do that then SoN as it is (and the rewrite) would change drastically and would require heavy reworking.

This of course would delay all my projects even more.

Your thoughts /tg/?

Sayeth john.

123 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-17 12:16 [Del]

>>122

what is tg?

are you john?

124 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-17 14:21 [Del]

>>123

You know what facepalm is?

125 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-17 16:37 [Del]

>>124

what is tg? it is not anywhere on the boards here, i looked

i don't know if it is john

126 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 06:39 [Del]

>>125

transgender

127 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 07:47 [Del]

/tg/ is 4chan (and I think 7chan's) Traditional Gaming board.

128 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-20 03:13 [Del]

>>127

what does that have to do with guro?
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The Jissouseki Thread (1329)

1 Name: REd : 2008-11-19 15:22 [Del]

After musing for yet another day or so, I decided to commit a thread to pure Jissouseki Abuse. The rules are simple. The story is to be written under your own Alias, and written consistently in good quality. One-shots are preferable. If you wish to submit a chaptered story into this thread, then it must be Labeled with previous chapters via links.

Let the fuckfest begin, with my own submitted story:

Dissection In The Classroom (Part 1)

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Today had one of my more disliked classes: Biology. I hated just how disgusting everything looked when they were exposed. Insides weren't meant to be shown to the outside! It just wasn't right. As I filed into the classroom after my fellow classmates, I saw something that made my stomach clench: The chalkboard had the words 'Dissecting Day' on them. Thoughts on slicing frogs open and removing eggs, intestines and other gross things emerged, enhanced by my vivid imagination.

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1320 Name: CJay : 2009-11-05 22:18 [Del]

Running The Gauntlet: Part One

A large family of Jissou awoke inside the strange metal structure. They were surrounded on all sides by smooth, metallic walls which formed an impregnable barrier to their escape. The roof of the strange corridor was studded with small lights that cast an unnatural sheen over the walls, illuminating the entire passageway. The family consisted of one large mama, who was about one and a half feet tall, three children (about 6” tall) nine thumbs and twelve maggot-chans. The mama looked around herself apprehensively, checking that her family was safe and accounted for. Seeing and smelling a group that roughly resembled her brood, she set her attention towards her surroundings. She waddled over to each of the side walls in turn, giving them an experimental kick. When they did not budge, she turned to face the long expanse of space in front of her. The corridor stretched on further than she could see, due to the dazzling effect of the bright lights and reflective walls.

“S-scary, desu…” she mumbled to herself.

Her offspring began to stir as well, in a slowly swelling symphony of “Techi”s, “Rechi”s, “Refu”s and requests for belly rubs. Shrugging these chirps for attention aside, she began to lumber off along the hallway, one of her elder daughters in tow. As the mama made her way along the hall, she noticed a growing shape on the horizon : Squat, rotund and green.
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1321 Name: CJay : 2009-11-05 22:21 [Del]

There, that's better. I've been writing tons of essays for Uni as of late, and I fancied something a little more... bloody.

If there's interest I'll post moar; there are still 23 Jissou in need of dispatching and I'm a terrible, horrible person.

1322 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-06 06:13 [Del]

>>1320
Nice :)

Definitely interested in seeing more. I like this whole "sinister maze full of lethal mechanical traps" scenario.

Could become a new form of entertainment. Place bets on how far they can make it through the maze before getting caught in something ;)

1323 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-09 13:40 [Del]

This thread is a year old. Think about it.

1324 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-09 19:27 [Del]

>>1320
Well-done. A little more fleshing out of the surroundings would be nice (the opening seemed a bit too abrupt), but you really nailed the description. Med school?

1325 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-11 11:18 [Del]

>>660
>>683
What happened to this one?
I kinda liked Jael :) Just my type.

Also is the Civ J thing pretty much dead now?

The old stories are good to read through again.

1326 Name: REd : 2009-11-11 17:08 [Del]

That one kinda flickered out and died.

Civ J is still kicking, but it won't be coming in for awhile. I promised fillers, but the both of us are running ragged from schoolwork and RL.

1327 Name: WitchDoctor : 2009-11-11 18:53 [Del]

>>1325
Civ J isn't dead... just yet.

It's like something in cryosleep: it's not dead, just in a state of suspended animation until a designated point in the future, with that point being when I actually have time to write it.

1328 Name: CJay : 2009-11-12 11:04 [Del]

>>1324
Ta. I wanted the opening to be a bit abrupt and disorientating as it would fit with the image of the maze I'm trying to push.

I'll try to write a few more, but at the moment I'm on a reading week and therefore incredibly lazy.

Also, no. Not med school, I'm just a sick fuck.

Also, cocks.

1329 Name: WitchDoctor : 2009-11-19 20:15 [Del]

Bump so the thread doesn't die before I get a chance to finish the next submission
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Lacus Klyne's Execution - Kakinoboo's Random Nude 2 (27)

1 Name: Anonymous : 2009-02-17 16:45 [Del]

Translation of Gundam Seed Woman Soldier Random Nude 2
Translated by Sayo Saha
(This is also on Doujin World's site)

Artist: KAKInoBOO
Title: Random Nude 2

Page 3
Balloon-01: I had given Kira our nation's ultimate secret, "Freedom"...
And now, I've been declared a traitor to my country.

Balloon-02: Having nowhere to run away to within Plant, I was captured and put in restraints before chairman Zala. (Note: I can't remember if the spelling is Zara or Zala, so modify it as you like)
Balloon-03: They say she's being put through the torture level E, the highest we have...
Balloon-04: It's going to be quite a sight to see such a young girl like Lacus Clyne go through this... Hah hah!
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18 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-27 02:08 [Del]

BUMP.

19 Name: Anonymous : 2009-07-06 21:40 [Del]

Oh my goodness, another bump.

20 Name: Anonymous : 2009-07-23 11:00 [Del]

Took a look at this doujin again, man it's so hot. Bump.

21 Name: Anonymous : 2009-07-27 18:52 [Del]

I've made progress on putting in the words,but I'm too lazy to do it in a paint program. I used text boxes in Word. Actually, I'm working on a version combining translated Sterness 1 and 2 with RN2 translated. Includes some new S2X art to change the ending and make things flow together better.

22 Name: Anonymous : 2009-07-31 04:15 [Del]

Excellent. Can't wait to see how it works out.

23 Name: Anonymous : 2009-08-10 06:50 [Del]

>>10
"The folder you accessed is currently empty."

24 Name: Anonymous : 2009-08-20 15:58 [Del]

>>21 How is the progress?

25 Name: Anonymous : 2009-09-12 18:34 [Del]

Bump.

26 Name: Anonymous : 2009-10-27 11:03 [Del]

any actual progress on this?

27 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 10:00 [Del]

bump
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Indian Girls (M+/F+, NC, tort, snuff)--how should I end this? (26)

1 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-01 12:40 [Del]

I'm not a very good writer, but I notice there aren't enough pics or stories around about girls of ethnicities other than white or Japanese. So I started writing a story about Indian girls. Trouble is, I don't know how to end the first chapter. Let me know how you think I should finish her.
_____________________
Prologue:

The first thing I did when the seven beautiful prisoners, a young Rajput lady and her six handmaidens, were brought before me, was have my men strip the lady. She was a skinny young thing with a long narrow nose tastefully decorated by a single stud in her left nostril. Parvati, for that was her name, was exactly twenty, and heading to meet her husband to be for the first time. At my order she was instantly seized by five greedy pairs of meaty hands, hands which grabbed at her hot brown flesh, and left short work of her fine garments, which soon lay in tatters around her long dusky legs. Within seconds, her supple body was stripped of every last stitch of clothing, and although her expression lost none of its pride, she slowly lowered herself into a crouching position to cover as much of herself as possible. She was a vision. Her chiseled face was excuisite, her small breasts were topped by dark round nipples which poked out shyly behind her knees, and the soft curves of her ass sat gently on her upturned heels.

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17 Name: Heirophant : 2009-06-28 18:40 [Del]

Have you decided how to proceed yet?

18 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-28 22:27 [Del]

Yeah, I'm thinking crushed pepper flakes, and then when she finally breaks down and screams, letting her fuck herself to death on a bayonet.

19 Name: Anonymous : 2009-07-10 16:42 [Del]

Any chance of this continuing?

20 Name: Anonymous : 2009-07-31 17:22 [Del]

bump

21 Name: Anonymous : 2009-08-06 17:17 [Del]

Yeah, sorry guys. I really wanna finish this story. Just had a lot of work lately. I hopw to get back to it in a few. Also, I enjoyed drawing those pics in the Indian girls /req/ thread, now in the archive, so I'm thinking about illustrating this too.

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23 Name: Anonymous : 2009-08-09 11:19 [Del]

cool

24 Name: Anonymous : 2009-08-19 00:01 [Del]

bump

25 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 09:58 [Del]

bump

26 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 09:58 [Del]

bump
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The Game Room: Step One, Part A (18)

1 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-16 00:05 [Del]

The Game: Step One, Part A

I always find it a bit surprising whenever I get a limp body in my arms, that such beautiful creatures are not ethereally light. Kristen is no different. I could use a variety of techniques to make these little outings easier, but it's far more exciting to push the limits, to feel the warmth of anxiousness running through every fiber of my body. To carefully plan a technique, and to risk being seen by the normies. After all, memory erasing is one of few things I actually can't do here.

The last time I saw Kristen before tonight, she and I had gotten a few drinks, and she had told me about her new semester at school. I told her I'd meet her at her apartment--a wonderfully secluded place off campus--when she got out of class. On Mondays, she gets out of class at 9:00, and from my observations, gets home no sooner than 9:10, and no later than 9:13. Her timing is perfectly consistent and predictable, and I'm a meticulous planner. Tonight she got home at 9:12.

By 9:13 she was passed out with a dart to the neck.

The joy of behaving as normies do is something I only do in these scenarios. For the random woman or girl on the street, I just coast through frozen time, unseen by anyone, and the next thing you know, the unsuspecting broad is in my car or being pushed in front of a semi-truck. It's a wonderful mash-up of physics and biology to watch in slow motion as a living woman is reduced to shreds of meat smeared across the pavement. It's even more fun to pause things long enough to set up some video cameras around the scene, and when the bloody mess is over, to close my eyes and concentrate as the bloody mess reassembles itself into that same woman, walking down the street without ever knowing what happened. But I've known Kristen for awhile, and during all that time, I've always wanted to play the Game with her. It's those girls that I know personally that are always the best. On nights where she was so drunk that she couldn't hold back, she tried getting me to fuck her, but it just wouldn't happen. The only good way to cum is when a woman's body is in pieces, and so I've never even had to control her mind to make her horny. On those night where she would throw herself at me, I'd lull her into submission with gentle charm, and simply examine every square inch of her body, observing the proper spots to place her in my machines, planning a very unique and special scenario in my head for our future Game. The time I've taken with Kristen, like those other girls that I've played the Game with in the past . . . well, the wait only adds to my eventual pleasure, it only makes the fire burn deeper inside me. And those other girls were good, but I haven't found the perfect toy. yet
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10 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-16 13:59 [Del]

Glad to see hear from you... I will let you know when the next part is through.

11 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-16 14:05 [Del]

*glad to see AND hear from you. Sheesh, I'm going insane.

12 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-17 02:52 [Del]

So hes a kind of shapeshifter? Complete penetration/impalement, ass to mouth, would be interesting.

13 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-17 03:23 [Del]

Imagine a scene where he enters her throat from inside and then proceeds to push it all the way into her nasal cavity, perhaps even poking on her eyes from inside.

14 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-18 02:51 [Del]

Dudes/chicks, I am very excited and inspired by your interest and your ideas. That said, I am about ten minutes away from finishing and publishing part two of this story. And coincidentally, some of your ideas have kind of made your way into my story, but perhaps in slightly different ways.

Fact is, since the "protagonist" of this story can do almost anything, I see this series of stories continuing on for quite a while, and I hope you all look forward to it.

As for complete penetration/impalement, that is something that is already planned for future chapters. For the chapter I am about to submit, the ending features a unique sort of "incomplete" impalement. Also, a short but unique ass to mouth sort of scene.

As for the next comment, oh man, trust me, it is going to get way out of control. This newest chapter I have already hints at the fact that his cock can basically do whatever he wants, and so, for future installments, try to picture a cock that is simultaneously impaling all holes, sort of like threading a needle through a piece of cloth. e.g. Cock enters mouth, exits right ear, enters left ears, exits left eye, enters right eye, travels down digestive system and pops out ass, enters vagina, spears through the uterus all the way through the guts, stabbing its way back out of the mouth... and I mean trust me, this shit is going to get incredibly insane, but gradually... I want to treat it like sex with an attractive woman, taking my time and building up to greater things, savoring the moment while preparing for the climax....
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15 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-18 03:16 [Del]

Okay, another five more minutes, I promise... you're probably all asleep anyways. Anyhow, to reiterate, yes, this shit is going to go absolutely batshit insane, and if there were money involved, I might even take the time to illustrate this story. I wish someone could do that.

Anyhow, although we all have great ideas, I really am trying to use this concept of the "goggles" to get really wild with the way things are being perceived. My upcoming installment will feature a few rather interesting POV changes, and I hope you all enjoy that.

Okay, now seriously, bbs...

16 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-18 23:11 [Del]

>>14
Damn! I've heard of girls being fucked in "all their holes" before, but that's just crazy. I'm looking forward to it!

17 Name: Milton Turnbull : 2009-11-18 23:44 [Del]

Haha Thanks, man, I am building up to that... in the meantime, please check out The Game Room: Step One, Part B. I uploaded it yesterday.

The next chapter I plan to finish today is The Game Room: Step Two.

18 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-19 06:38 [Del]

Live or Die, Milton
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Miss Samson's Class Election (11)

1 Name: Phosphorus : 2009-10-21 19:23 [Del]

(hey there Gurochan ._.;;
long time reader, first time writer. I've never done this before. I'm a little nervous. In the words of Max Bialystock: "heeeeeeellllp me."
I'm open to suggestions. This is going to start out all right, and get swiftly worse for Rebeka as I continue writing. Trust me.
So, one quick disclaimer: Firepoint is a fictitious place, as is the Bishop University discussed herein. Any semblances to real universities/towns/people, in any way, shape or form, is purely coincidental.)

It was tradition- it had been so for years. The end of the year at Bishop University, in Firepoint, was a time of great joy for most of the students- and after all, why shouldn't it be?
Four students of each graduating class were nominated, and of these, the election would be held. For all of November, the halls of the so-designated building were plastered with posters for the grand day. The first snows of the year almost inevitably came around that time, and the celebratory ceremony- held outside- usually had the gorgeous sparkle of the early-morning frost. The student and faculty bodies of Bishop looked forward, with great anticipation, to that day- with only one or two exceptions.
This year, the first two nominated were very popular, as usual. Kirsten Smith and Luther Czerwinski had friends in high places. though the two weren't quite close themselves, both were friends to one and all. The next was Winston Violet, mostly due to his devoted and very emphatic little circle of friends. None of these really came as a surprise to anyone, and each seemed (on the face of things) to be quite excited about it all.
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2 Name: Phosphorus : 2009-10-21 19:49 [Del]

Days slipped by.

Oh, what Rebeka Samson wouldn't have given to be given a frightened berth in the hallway, or at least, to be ignored. Instead, today, as she stared in helpless sorrow up at the glossy 8-by-ten photograph of Winston's bright smile and the lovely bold Times New Roman caption imploring the students:
"Don't Vote for Winston Violet."
Don't vote for Winston Violet.
Never had such a cruel joke, she thought, been played on her. Winston would win. She knew it, even if he didn't. He had a wonderfully dorky charm about him. He even had a gap in his front teeth, because his parents were poor and he wanted to go to college instead of having braces. His sense of humor almost always involved a minority at the short end of the stick. It was sickening what a perfect candidate he was for failure.
Self-pityingly, she tried to shield herself in the fake fur collar of her jacket from her new Friends.
Oh, her Friends- this was different than just being 'friends.' Her few, old friends would have left her alone to wallow in her own sorrow like she wanted. Her Friends were numerous, and never left her alone. They had been trotting everywhere after her since they heard she was on the candidate list, and she found herself assailed at all hours by smiling faces and bright words of encouragement.
"Buck up, Rebeka!" An adorable, freckled freshman smiled at her. "You're going to lose!"
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3 Name: Phosphorus : 2009-10-21 20:05 [Del]

It was really more than just an attempt. In fact, in missing her face, Kirsten's metal cross keychain (about five inches long, with four of bottom spire) stabbed neatly into Rebeka's right eye.
On impact, her face tilted back, and instead of screaming Rebeka found herself just a little bit shocked.
It honestly hurt more as she hit the ground, cracking her skull neatly on the white marble with a very tearful and emotionally hurt Kirsten sitting astride her torso, twisting the cross in her eye like a corkscrew in a wine cork.
It took Rebeka a moment to realize that her perspective was suddenly quite flawed, and as she did, she screamed. Her Friends and Kirsten's friends circled around them, looking very excited about the whole thing- at least, the half of them that Rebeka could see.
Her ears rang. Wrapping her hands around Kirsten's arm, she tried shoving her away. Kirsten bore down harder, the two arms of the metal cross biting into her skin, making the bone of her eye socket feel like it was splintering. Kirsten was quite a bit stronger and bigger than Rebeka was- she wasn't the skinny little thing Rebeka had spent years starving herself to be, and it took all of her adrenaline-fueled strength to escape from her grasp.
Frenzied, Rebeka tried to dash away, only to be caught and held by her Friends.
"Don't go, Rebeka!"
"Rebeka, come on!"
"Play fair!"
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4 Name: Phosphorus : 2009-10-21 20:06 [Del]

( Feedback get? I know it's shitting confusing right now. It's my first attempt. Anyone have any suggestions as to where I could take this? )

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6 Name: Phosphorus : 2009-10-23 16:43 [Del]

( Well, I hate to leave a task unfinished. I'll just keep going until someone sees fit to help me out. )

The hospital at Firepoint was one of the best. It was well-renowned, never abused a soul, and Rebeka hated every inch of it for the time that she was there.
Although for most of the time she had been doped within an inch of unconsciousness, Rebeka liked to pretend she had suffered horribly there while making every effort possible to delay her recovery.
Her new world seemed curiously flat- the most she could get out of anyone was that the extensive trauma she had endured had, well, fucked her up. She complained extensively about her school, and in response she was greeted with laughter and sympathetic stories because, it seemed, everyone in Firepoint had attended Bishop University. The reasoning of it escaped her.

The week prior to her release, she requested a transfer, and was denied. The denial came through in a cold e-mail addressed from the Dean:
"Miss Samson,
I cannot approve your request at this time. As you know it's simply the wrong season for it- after all, you're a candidate for the Class Election! I'm sure when all is said and done you'll be-"
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7 Name: Phosphorus : 2009-10-25 16:07 [Del]

Rebeka made better progress coming down from her apartment than she had going up. She was no longer worried about persuading the hospital to let her stay, and so she bounded down the flights of stairs back to the lobby, and its central courtyard, like a man possessed, hell-bent on telling Winston (and his sick sense of humor) off.
She slammed the doors open, and marched up to him, her face turning red as he began to laugh again at her, erasing all doubt in her mind.
"What are you think you're laughing at, you ass?" Rebeka demanded, glaring at him. He took one look at her and half-tried to contain his laughter.
"Let's be smart, here," He asked her, hopping off the table he was sitting on. "What do you think I'm laughing at?"
"I think- I know- you're laughing at me. I want to know why."
He looked down at her disdainfully for a moment, then grinned again.
"All right, I'll throw you a bone. You're irrepressibly stupid. Look at yourself. Look at your face," he sneered, and prodded her bandaged eye (or lack thereof.)
Rebeka turned bright pink, slapped his hand away and backed up. "Don't touch me! Who do you think you are? You don't even know me," She spat.
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8 Name: Anonymous : 2009-10-26 01:12 [Del]

going good so far...although I have a feeling the winner get's executed I hope the unwilling one wins as unwilling executions are more fun to read about

9 Name: Anonymous : 2009-10-26 13:12 [Del]

MOAR!! Yeah!

10 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-01 23:47 [Del]

i sure hope rebeka gets to live...and grow up to be a demolitions industry worker to take revenge on that school

11 Name: mrmonkey : 2009-11-18 18:01 [Del]

i see what your doing there
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Dirty Deeds (scat, piss, vomit, filth, incest, extreme) (18)

1 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-11 17:27 [Del]

Part One

I was dreaming. Wet dreams of sniffing, licking, and fucking my mom's stinking bare feet soles and toes had my cock harder than steel. The first thing I can remember turning me on was the stink of female feet. My earliest memories period were of my mom playfully rubbing my face with her stinking bare feet and toes while we watched TV or while I played. I had been stealing the neighbour's dirty soiled used pantyhose and socks from her laundry hamper in her private bathroom since I was 9 (she had never locked her door for some reason, and invited me over plenty anyway - I lost my virginity to her around the same time I started stealing her stinky soiled hose) but my Mommy stopped wearing anything on her feet around the time I was born. I was 15 now. I hadn't got caught stealing by my mom or by the neighbour yet, at least not to my knowledge. The neighbour lady had pretty bad foot odor which made me quite happy and I was very glad that her feet stunk so badly. She was a 28 year old nurse, and she also encouraged me to smoke even more than I already was (she said it turned her on to see bright young people like me killing themselves slowly with heavy smoking of many cigarettes). But then she moved out of the building shortly after I turned 10. Which was when my attention began to focus solely on my sexy stinking Mom.

My mom's feet smelled real bad and always had - it was like a cloud of stink emanated from her bare wrinkly soles, and the actual orange-tinted pink-and-yellowed soles, if you were to actually sniff them up close with the tip of your nose touching them, my GOD the stink would be so strong it would be thick like something physical that you could cut with a knife. It would instantly make vomit rise to the back of your throat to even breathe it for a millisecond. My mom walked around barefoot almost all the time, including outside, so not only did her bare soles'n'toes stink, but they were filthy, disgustingly black with dirt and nasty - very dirty, very wrinkly, and bare constantly.
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9 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-11 17:52 [Del]

Part Sixteen

Pastor Paul hadn't bothered to go home after he and his lovely young secretary, Lori Branley (the 19 year old with super-long, lightly permed, light-reddish-brown colored hair, who was always wearing blue jeans that were way too tight around the top and waist and were loose like bellbottoms around the legs, and who was always barefoot and showing off her extremely dirty bare soles and smelly bare toes to anyone and everyone) began their adulterous love affair behind Pastor Sally's (Paul's wife's) back. Lori and Paul were still nude in his church office, having ordered pizzas around 3am, using stolen church-offering money to pay for them. ("Fuck the poor" they had both laughed, laughing hysterically with sadistic cruelty as they both talked about how a lot of fucking poor families and kids were going to go hungry now that hadn't before, once Paul and Lori really started the big-time thieving from the church.) Paul and Lori were rapidly sinking into a messy puddle of iniquity that they would never leave and never want to leave.

Lori was greedily licking Paul's nasty dirty bare feet and giving him a handjob at the same time, as the two of them surfed Internet porn sites. After giving his dirty stinky soles a good licking, Lori kept on giving Paul a spectacular handjob with her spit-soaked creamy bare hand as she stood behind him and whispered nasty perversions into his ear, her long hair draped around her bare shoulders as well as her tits. They were both so caught up in each other, they didn't notice when Pastor Sally, Paul's wife, entered the dark room. It was 10:30am. Clear as day, she saw everything.
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10 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-11 17:59 [Del]

FIN.

11 Name: Anonymous : 2009-06-11 18:01 [Del]

Dear gods, are there gods? O-Only N-Nurgle h-himself... could produce a work more foul than this. And he would have to add in religously motivated torture, followed by mass human sacrifice, and subsequent destruction of all the corpses in a nerophiliacal canabalistic worldwide orgy...before the remainder of humanity commited suicide, plunging civilization into merciful extinction.

12 Name: PSP : 2009-06-13 01:28 [Del]

My dear sir, I'm impressed.

13 Name: Joker : 2009-07-08 13:51 [Del]

Have you written any other stories.

14 Name: Anonymous : 2009-08-05 00:26 [Del]

I have never read a more over-the-top guro fanfic of this, and doubt I ever will. Good Job!

15 Name: Anonymous : 2009-10-25 17:15 [Del]

This... Was fucking awesome. A true cum-athon!

16 Name: Anonymous : 2009-10-25 18:30 [Del]

I'm sorry but I couldn't bring myself to read past the third of the text. And even then, it was repetetive, you did pretty much everything that can be done in the beginning and it just became a boring cycle of words like smelly stinking toes shit piss blah and it's just too much.

The exaggeration is so big up to the point that I got more lolz than hard on, reading this. And plot and believability (which yeah I imagine aren't exactly what you were going for) were so mongoloidly dumb that it was painful to read with comprehension past the part idk, 7.

17 Name: Sis : 2009-11-08 02:20 [Del]

Blech.

I would rather read sister of nurgle. It is disgusting, but not overbearing and really makes it sexy.

18 Name: Joker : 2009-11-18 13:26 [Del]

This is my favorite story on the site. Any one know of stories like this one.
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Roleplay hookup thread (4)

1 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-14 19:56 [Del]

There is one over on Fapchan and seems popular. So I thought why not try one here and collect all the various roleplay request threads into one?

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2 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-16 00:05 [Del]

Wrong board, friend.
>>/dis/

3 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-18 11:06 [Del]

Fair enough, put it here because of posts on /dis/ that said it belongs in /lit/ can it be moved or just repost?

4 Name: Anonymous : 2009-11-18 15:33 [Del]

>>3

You just make sure you're ready to get bounced around from board to board mate. /dis/ is full of dicks lately
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