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Part I
This story is dedicated to Spartố, who we all hate.

Kirtaner thrusted his pike furiously and vigorously, the cruel long and thin shaft disregarding any impediment as it stabbed directly at Spartố's unwilling cervix. With the initial shock of the spear hitting that precious portion of her anatomy, Spartố gave a start, and screaming struggled forward and succeeded in bashing her head against the stone wall in front. The rack she was in was specially designed to only permit her to either move slightly forward and hit her head on the cold and unforgiving perimeter, or move backward and facilitate Kirtaner's relentless pounding of her unprotected cervix. She tried to hold back and take it, but each strike to those sensitive nerve endings sent her flying forward into the granite barrier, now bloody from all the impacts. She couldn't prop her head up against the wall either as there was nothing holding her back and she ended up bashing her face into rough surface, making the most delightful gasps of pain as her nose broke and her skin scraped on the wall. Kirtaner began thrusting harder and harder, she was now beginning to loose consciousness due to the repeated blows to the head, each time letting out a little sob that seemed to get lower and lower. Dark rivulets of blood flowed from the inner depths of her pussy.

At length she lost consciousness and Kirtaner took this time to inspect his handiwork, taking out a vaginal speculum for this very purpose. Spartố's cervix was bleeding profusely, but close inspection revealed it had not been penetrated. Kirtaner made a mental note to remedy the situation when she would be conscious enough to feel it. As it was clear that Spartố was out cold, possibly due to a concussion, Kirtaner looked at the clock. She had made it, it was 3.40 in the morning and she had taken a hefty amount of punishment in 24 hours. In fact she had exceeded 24 hours by a good 8 hours including the 2 on the rack, but he did not mind taking a few liberties considering that Spartố was apparently disorientated enough not to notice (not that the rack would have let her move her head enough to see the time anyway).

Part II

It was that time of month again, the one day every 4 weeks or so that Aubrey Cottle was the undisputed lord of his castle. During the intervals between that time Spartố would act like her regular domineering self, sometimes even walking around with a large strap on and reaming Aubrey's pale white shaved asshole with its brutal length whenever she liked. She tended to think of herself as a dominatrix, and was as much of a bitch in real life as she was online. But lately her haughty manner had toned down somewhat, it was only a few days before the first Saturday of the month, and Spartố was filled with apprehension as to what her next treatment would be.

Mild mannered Aubrey Cottle by day, and the ruthless Kirtaner by night, the infamous owner of 420chan also looked forward to Saturday. For one thing he never much liked cat macros, and he was loathe to admit that he still browsed 4chan. However he was driven to lurk on /b/ on account of his obsessive compulsion, for which not even his frequent self medication could entirely cope. But this was a day that would draw his attention away from the stale pictures of feline antics, the one thing that he would not miss for anything, not even his mother being raped by angry niggers on her way home from work, which was never too extraordinary a possibility considering Canada's liberal immigration policy. Whenever he undertook to fuck Spartố over for being the damned bitch she was, he became his alter ego, the callous and unfeeling Kirtaner.

This work is not my own, it was written by ~Arath and was posted by him on the P2P board because he was having problems with the lit board, and after reading this story a couple of times, I decided to take it upon myself to post it in LIT for all to read and enjoy. Here it is:


To Horrible for Words
Niala woke with a sudden start, her breath thundering quickly in and out of her chest, a frightful chill drifted relentlessly onto her sweat soaked body, her mind was foggy and blank, horrifying images and half-formed memories all trying to be the focus of her mind at once, she tried to calm herself, to look around. She felt a tug in her left eye, and tried to open it, her right eye fluttered open easily as it always had, but her left was different, almost as if it was being held, she brought a shaky hand to her face to inspect it, her fingers crossing along coarse thread, criss-crossing the socket, dipping between the skin of her cheek and the lid of her eye. She gasped, horrified at the realization, little puffs of breath all the air she could take in, her sight, or at least half of it had be robbed from her.

She took a steadying breath, and looked about, reeling from the horrid stench emanating from the room, her hands and body sticky with a slimy brown substance, the whole room seemed to be saturated in human…or to her horror…animal waste….the piss and shit spreading across the smooth cement made a disgusting slime that made walking and breathing difficult, as well as coating nearly every surface. She backed into a wall, and stood as fast as she could, only to notice something else was wrong, she felt flat on her front, squealing in pain, and looked down, in her hurry she hadn’t noticed, her right leg ended in a bloody stump, poorly bandaged and still bleeding, the slime on the floor caked to it, causing it to sting incredibly badly now that she actually took notice of it. Her eyes watered up, and tears streamed down her face. Why would anyone do this to her, She was a good girl, she’d always done well in school, she’d never gotten in trouble.

Augh, comma overkill!

'Too'

more plz more

that was awesome. agreed more

How Cynthia discovered her abortion fetish

Cynthia was a 22-year old, good-looking girl with long
legs and red hair. Se had a boyfriend and a fairly
normal sex life, meaning she had sex with him usually
every day. He was boy number 5 in her life and so far
she had used the pill as contraception –
successfully. So she was not too interested in the subject of
abortion except she was pro choice but rather in a
theoretical manner. Of course, would she get pregnant she
would know where and how to obtain an abortion. It is
legal in France up to 12 weeks on demand and in
neighbouring Netherlands nobody will ask any question up to 22
weeks and in some clinics 28 weeks (not exactly legal,
but openly tolerated). So she didn't

Not bad,
fresh.
fresh.
fresh.
fresh.
fresh.
ssssh.

...=/

I...think I liked it?


Fetuses give me the creeps. It's a good thing that I'd never have to see a fetus if I'm having a baby.

take that, religous fanatics!

Great trolling material.

Any more abortion stories? This one is pretty good.

I want more!

Well wrote Kuchisake. Would like to read more of you work in the future.

I was 15 when my English teacher took my virginity up against the equipment roon wall. Sure, I had a crush onhim but this development was quite a shock and forced me from the world of hearts and flowers on the back of my notebook to 'Fuck me harder' with a bang. I had been holding my breath thinking he might actually kiss me when he lifted my dress, tore my panties and shoved his dick inside me. He panted away for a couple of minutes while I stood there wide-eyed, then he grunted and I felt something running down my leg as he stepped back and zipped his pants. He leered at me, 'a virgin, huh? well I guess not anymore!' Then he laughed and left the room. This was not the romantic schoolgirl dream I had imagined, and when I began to suspect weeks later that I was pregnant, well that wasn't part of the plan either. Being dumb and young, I forced myself not to think of the possibility. All the while I denying the obvious, my flat 15 year old tummy began to take on a rounder and rounder shape. At night, I'd rub my hand over the bump and think to myself, 'I need to take care of this soon...but don't think about it now'. Finally, about 4 months after my teacher so lovingly planted his seed in me, I confided in my 22 year old sister. She pulled up my baggy sweatshirt, saw the size of my bump and cried, 'oh my god, you idiot! what were you waiting for!' and marched me immediately down to the free clinic. I really didn't need hear them say I was almost 15 weeks gone. I didn't even have to open my mouth as she told me I had to right to have the state pay for an abortion without my mother's consent or knowledge -- I just nodded. She handed me a card with a date 7 days away. It seemed they only performed mid-term abortions two days a week and there were many girls already signed up ahead of me. 'Lucky them' floated through the back of my mind and I wondered where that came from. I thought about it and I realized I was actually looking forward to this. Not just the relief of getting out of a bad situation, or the satisfaction of severing the connection to my teacher, but for the experience itself. The idea of taking control over this thing I created and stopping it, ending it, terminating it, exterminating it -- it was mine to do with as I chose, and I chose to have it scraped and sucked out of me. As this thought crystallized in my mind while my sister silently drove me home, I felt chills down my spine, a throbbing in my groin and a flutter in my stomach entirely different than what I felt when the baby kicked. I was horny as hell at the idea of aborting my 15 week fetus! As I jumped out of the car, my sister said, 'I'll drive you to your appointment and I won't tell Mom'. I ran to my room, laid on my bed and masturbated with the handle of my hairbrush. I imagined it was the abortionists' tool and he was removing my baby. I screamed into my pillow ' terminate it, exterminate it' as I came. I repeated this fantasy 2 or 3 times a day. Each day, the knowledge that the true day of my abortion was getting closer made my anticipation and my orgasm better and better. When the day finally arrived I was literally trembling with excitement. I stood looking at my naked tummy which was bigger than ever. I rubbed my hand back and forth over the bump saying in a quiet, smiling voice, 'today I am going to the clinic and they are going to tear you apart and crush you and pull you out of me piece by piece and then suck out every drop of you that's left behind because I want them to, I told them to, because I choose to abort you.' At the clinic as a I lay on the table with my feet in the stirrups, my trembling was even greater. The doctor saw this and thought I was scared, so he told the nurse to sedate me. Panicking, I practically yelled, 'No! I want to be awake!' I forced myself to calm down a little and told him I was just anxious to have it over with. He said OK and got started. At almost 16 weeks, I didn't know what to expect. Let me tell you, it was nothing like the quick little suction procedure you hear about -- that's for the girls who get it taken care of as soon as they suspect. I wouldn't know what those are like because I all of mine (4 in all) have been from 15 to 27 weeks. This of course is by my choice because the anticipation and the actual experience is so fulfilling at this later stage. Anyway, that first time I had no idea what to expect, so when the doctor inserted the instrument which stretched my vagina and cervix, I climaxed. I saw the doctor smirk a little and he twisted the instrument back and forth a little and pumped it slightly in and out - just enough to let me know that he knew but not not enough to alert the nurse who was at the counter on the other side of the room. The doctor's smirk was now a grin as he whispered, 'one of those, huh? we'll make this fun' as I wriggled and squirmed on the table. As the doctor inserted the next instruments to stretch me even wider, he added an extra twirl here, and pump in and out there, all the time secretly chuckling to himself. When I was finally stretched wide enough, my doctor got down to business, describing what he was doing at each step. I got the impression from the nurse's reaction that this wasn't typical, so I appreciated the narrative he offered for me. 'I'm using the scissors to sever the limbs; I'm removing the limbs; I'm now crushing the head so it will fit through your channel; I'm sucking the organs out of the torso; I'm cutting the torso into pieces; I'm pulling out the larger pieces of skull and torso; I'm scraping the placenta away from the wall of the uterus; I'm suctioning out the remaining tissue.' I don't know how I hid my excitement and my orgasms from the nurse, but my doctor sure knew! The nurse looked at him strangely once more when he carried the pan with all the fetal remains over to where I could look at it -- he knew without my asking that I would want to see. It was a really big pan, so the tissue wasn't all piled together -- this was good because I could clearly make out all the separate parts. I felt another rush go through me as I counted fingers and toes. I had a part in creating this creature - that foot was the one that kicked me last night as I fell asleep and today as I rode in my sister's car to the clinic and even as I lay with my feet in the stirrups waiting for the doctor to begin. But now it wasn't kicking anymore, because I stopped it. The doctor dismembered my fetus and sucked it out of me at my request. I used my right, my power to end it. And wow did it feel good!

My name is Anna William. I am a female assassin. Today I wear red China dress and black stocking. However, I am caught and my neck is held by my enemy.

He is a strong man. He slowly touches my leg. He enjoys my smooth stocking. My body also enjoys being touched through nylon. Then he asked me to accept my fate.

He touches my private hole fiercely until I shout. I can't suffer from the feeling. I surround and ask for non-stop touch.

Suddenly he cuts my nylon and inserts a knife into the hole. I can't suffer from the pain but he continues to cut tissues inside my body.

My blood blows out from the whole but he continues to cut. I try to escape but I can't. I use my leg with nylon to touch him and make him feel high. Yet I lose too much blood and have no power.

Finally I see my intestine being pulled out. A few seconds later I fall down.

It's so shockingly funny. I could not laugh for quite some time. I was stunned at how comedic this was.
Kudos to you, man. Kudos to you. This was funny.

And then John was a zombie

HAHAHAHA... oh WOW...

My name is Anna William. I am a female assassin. Today I wear red China dress and black stocking. However, I am caught and my neck is held by my enemy.

He is a strong man. He slowly touches my leg. He enjoys my smooth stocking. My body also enjoys being touched through nylon. Then he asked me to accept my fate.

He touches my private hole fiercely until I shout. I can't suffer from the feeling. I surround and ask for non-stop touch.

Suddenly he cuts my nylon and inserts a knife into the hole. I can't suffer from the pain but he continues to cut tissues inside my body.

My blood blows out from the whole but he continues to cut. I try to escape but I can't. I use my leg with nylon to touch him and make him feel high. Yet I lose too much blood and have no power.

Finally I see my intestine being pulled out. A few seconds later I fall down.

The first three chapters aren't really extreme enough to be posted here. You can read them from the link below. The entire story is definitely for fans of anal and WS. I didn't post this chapter on AFF because I felt it were too extreme for some of the stories' fans.

http://hp.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600017007

Chapter 4:

“What an intense first day!” Harry thought to himself. Hermione pretty much gave him the greatest day of his life. They both decided to take the next day off from sexual intercourse in order to rest up a little. Despite how much Hermione enjoying fucking Harry, she did become a little sore. Harry didn’t mind the break either, all the sex had worn him out. However, that didn’t leave day two void of sexual activity though.

It was late afternoon and Harry was taking a nap on the couch. Hermione was upstairs in her room, organizing her closet with all the clothes she had brought back from Hogwarts. Her stomach then let her know that it was time to make some dinner. She went downstairs. Repeating yesterday’s cooking session, she undressed and draped the apron onto her naked body and tied the strings together behind her. Looking over at the couch, she saw that Harry was fast asleep. “I could probably use some help; better wake him up.” She thought to herself. A smile crept across Hermione’s face; she walked over to Harry. He was lying on his back with one arm hanging off the couch and one at his side. Hermione unzipped his pants, grabbed hold of it and his boxers and pulled them down. She grabbed onto Harry’s soft penis with her hand and started caressing it. Harry was still passed out, but his body shuttered slightly and he let out a small groan. After a little “handy” work, Hermione had Harry’s penis at full attention. She brought her mouth to his tip and swirled her tongue around it. Slowly, she descended her lips around his shaft, gradually sucking into her throat. Harry let out a loader moan this time, but was still sound asleep. She swirled her tongue around his base and lapped the top of his balls. Harry’s groans of pleasure continued. She then pumped his meat into her mouth; all the while swirling her tongue around him. “uuhhh” Harry exhaled, he slowly opened his eyes and looked down. A split second later he erupted into Hermione’s warm mouth. “m.m.. ione?” he muttered as she forcefully sucked onto his tip; gathering as much of his cum as she could. She popped her lips off his cock and looked at him. She opened her mouth and swirled his white substance around with her tongue. She then gulped his hot cream down. “Mmmm…delicious…” She said and stood up. “Wake up sleepy head. I need your help with something.” She turned around, and jiggled her bare ass back into the kitchen.

Hnh.

Something new.

Scat :D Runny! :P
hermione revenge!

Eeewww, I don't want Harry's hand all over us butt checks!

hehe.. this is so cute :3
add scat, please

Where's the heavy anal?

side fic of me and a friends RP2 series.

Suki traps Nia in a store's storage room and shows the dog-girl who's REALLY in control.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the character Suki, Fallenstar does, and has given me permission to use her, slightly OOC.

Disclaimer 2: I don’t own Phantasy Star Universe or any of it’s characters, this is just a work of Fiction.

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-In a currently unknown location,
in a small storage room of some sort,
Though brightly lit from a light source from the ceiling-

“Ah! Let me go! Why are you doing this?”