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 No.20698[Reply]

“Swimmer Problems” By T Vulture


Kami sigh causing her friends to look. They were concerned with the good nature teen who is rarely ever depressed or sad.
“What wrong,” inquire Stacy, a longtime friend she met and befriend Kami at the very first swimming team tryouts.
Looking up from her salad, Kami had been destroying with the fork. “It the last swim meets, we did. I just can’t figure out how I keep coming in last.” Dropping her fork no longer feels like eating. “I just don’t get it,” She continues. “I practice almost every day.”
“Hmm, do you think if I were to…”
“Oh come on Stacy.” Interrupt Brenda before tossing a bit of fried girlmeat into her open mouth. Stacy annoyed waits for the blonde who not on the swimming team to continue. “It her drag that slowing her down,” explains the teen before shoving a few more golden morsels into her mouth.
“My drag?” Ask Kami puzzle on what her best friend meant.
Brenda merely nods, as she swallows the mash up meat down her throat. Reaching for her soda, “It your oversized tits.” Declare the teen before taking a swig.
Turning red at Brenda frankness of her ample chest, “m-my t-tits?” Shudder Kami upset her tits have been drag into the conversation. “How are they causing me drag?” She inquires peering down at the two large lumps. Her D-cups had been and always a sore spot in her mind. She really does not care for them since they are always in the way, and she hates the nickname and jab relating to them.
Placing the now empty can on the table, “You are complaining of always being last places, and you are the only girl on the team with those mountains on your chest. Ergo, they must be causing you drag.”
“B-but Sam t-tits are barely smaller, and she does way better.”
“Ah! But does she ever win.”
“Um, not really,” replies Kami sinking in her chair.
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 No.20699

Wow, nice Story, i like it!

 No.20702

A very nice story! I really liked the setting and mood of things! Though I really recommend you training your English skills more :) I understood what you wanted to say, but there was honestly quite a lot of language mistakes. However the fact that I liked the story a lot despite that tells something of it! ^^

 No.20703

Great story! This is creative with great characters and a great twist. I suggest having a native English speaker edit it and I think it could become a classic.

 No.20712

Love the calm and non-confrontational way the mum got revenge :-D


 No.20358[Reply]

Hi all, This is my first story so please send me any constructive criticisms you may have. Comma splices are a known issue for me that I can't seem to fix, but I hope the story is still readable. Feel free to send me any requests you might have. Lord knows I could use the practice.

Liara in: The Party Favour

The orgy was going well, wherever Liara looked there was a cock filling a hole or a cunt being rubbed. Liara herself was no exception to this, she was currently nude and rubbing her clit watching the chaos around her. It Hadn’t taken long for the party at Shepard’s new citadel apartment to devolve into a massive fuck-fest. The intertwining of bodies and the cachophany of sex was a feast for the eyes and ears. Liara felt particular joy at watching Miranda be double teamed by both Grunt and Wrex simultaneously, the poor girl looked like she was about to burst; her belly was so full of krogan Spunk. Still though, she felt that this party wasn’t at its full potential, and that was something she would have to rectify.

Looking around the room for an object that could be of use to her, her eyes fixed on an M-6 Carnifex heavy pistol which had been carelessly tossed aside at the start of the orgy. She then knew exactly how to spice up the night. Grabbing the gun, Liara hopped up onto a free table, and almost slipped on the slimy coating of cum that covered it. Regaining her balance, she dropped to her knees and turned the pistol’s safety off. Some of the more observant party goers already started to take notice of her actions, and slowed their fervent pace so as to better watch the asari scientist.

Happy that she was getting the attention she desired, Liara decided to continue on with her display. Still on her knees, she inserted the tip of the barrel into her mouth, finger resting on the trigger. She sucked on it, pushing the weapon deeper and deeper into her mouth, twisting it slightly as she deepthroated it all the way down to the trigger guard of the pistol. Miranda thudded to the ground as Wrex and Grunt extricated their cocks from her holes so as to better watch the show. All but the most cock-addled party goers had stopped what they were doing to watch her performance. Closing her eyes, Liara drew the gun out from back out from the deep depths of her throat, strands of saliva dripping from the barrel. This caused her watchful crowd to let out a small,barely audible sigh of disappointment. Post too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.20438

I'd definitely love one with Shepard offering to be cooked and eaten for her crew. Maybe something about a food shortage on the Normandy and Shepard (and maybe some of the other ladies, Tali and Liara for some variety on meat) all offer to be on the menu to feed the rest of the crew.

 No.20439

>>20438

Bonus points for the girls cumming as they go and enjoying every minute of their situation.

 No.20672

Any updates to this/new stories? I'd love to see a mix of men/women on the SR-2 crew in one story- Samara, femshep, Garrus, Thane…

 No.20682

>>20672
New stuff is coming. Think I'm going to make a new thread to post my stuff.

Hit a bit of writers block, But things are in motion.

 No.20687

I realy like storries with known chars, since the storry dont need to be awfully long to bound to the chars, wish there would be more, the russian roulette was verry hot


 No.19555[Reply]

Kayla was dragged along to the NanoTek Christmas party by her friend Stacey - who was dating a guy who worked there that she barely knew.

She wore a tight black cocktail dress that ended high up on her thighs - almost revealing her black no-show panties, and a black veil over her neck and upper chest that revealed an opening beneath exposing her cleavage.

She thought she might at least find some cute scientist and hook up with them - but the pickings were so far slim.

"Jello shots!" a cute drunk blonde in a lab coat yelled as she came around holding a rack of test tubes filled with green gelatin.

Deciding she needed to loosen up, Kayla was the first one to grab a tube.

"Bottoms up!" she toasted the cute blonde, who smiled drunkenly back at her in a flirtatious manner.

She raised the test tube to her lips and down the shot.

And almost immediately, Kayla's mind was no more.
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 No.19556

These stories always make me chuckle!

 No.19768

Very fun, I loved it.

 No.20668

Here is a side-story that focuses on the two bystander characters.

***

The crowd of the NanoTek Christmas party looked on with horror as the poor headless girl melted down into green gelatin before them - her body twitching wildly the whole time.

Alana was one of those bystanders in the crowd. This was the young Hawaiian girl's first work party she's been to since she transferred to NanoTek's HR department just a few weeks earlier. She came to the party dressed in a short, flowing black dress, barely hanging off her shoulders and ending high up on her thighs. She also wore a pair of peep-toe heeled sock boots. She wore her long, straight black hair back in a ponytail, while a few strands hung down around her beautiful Polynesian face, framing it on both sides.

She did not come to the party with a date, but fully expected she'd be leaving with one. Which is also why she did not currently wear any sort of bra or panties.

She had heard rumors of horror stories like this happening at NanoTek, but she thought those were just bullshit stories to scare away the competition trying to work there. But this incident was proof that there was some veracity to those claims.

Alana watched on with morbid curiosity as the hapless victim continued to melt down. Watching as the test tube she just drank the Jello of Doom out of sank further into her ever-dissolving green gelatin body. Watching as her hand twitched while grabbing and pulling up her dress, unwittingly flashing her ass in a humiliating display. Alana winced away for a moment, letting out an "Ohh…" in a form of third party embarrassment.

The disintegrating girl finally fell to her knees as most of her torso became the green gelatin. Sensing that that was going to be a bit of a splash coming, Alana and the crowd around her took a few steps back. Alana could only back away so much before the crowd behind her prevented her from taking any further steps back.
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 No.20338[Reply]

Claudia Parker is the bright, beautiful and newest assistant to the brilliant scientist Dr. Nite. 30 years of age, she has reddish-brown hair with some occasional highlights, vivid hazel eyes, and a thin figure with a body that shows she exercises regularly.

The doctor's been enjoying her presence, not only because she's pleasing on the eyes, but also a competent apprentice and a team-player whether the doc needed her to go on a coffee run, or as a participant in one of the doc's various teleportation experiments.

Dr. Nite has all of this in mind as he watches her rush into the lab - a coffee for the doctor in one hand and a pile of notebooks and papers in the other. "A bit tardy, aren't we Miss Parker?" teases the doctor in a lighthearted tone.

"I'm so sorry I'm late Doctor Nite!" replies the exasperated Claudia as she hands the doc his coffee and drops her pile of paperwork on the table with a thud. "Traffic was murder today!" she adds as she takes a few breaths to recover from her run from the parking lot (in which her heels played no help).

"I'll look past it if you can help with another experiment this afternoon," states the doctor.

"But of course!" Claudia bubbly replies, adding a playful accent. While only being with the doc a few weeks in-between semesters at graduate school, she has already been successfully transported by Dr Nite's teleportation device several times, and is almost used to the experience of having all of the atoms in her body scrambled, beamed, and re-arranged from one chamber to another. She might even say she enjoys it!

"Excelsior!" exclaims the doc. "Fair warning," he adds, "it might involve a little bit of nudity again."

Being the good sport she is, she replies with a smirk and a laugh, "Hah, no problem doc! I know it's not for a show - it's for science!" Some of the previous teleport tests had Claudia in her birthday suit, as the doc wanted a pure human specimen without clothing possibly hindering the results, so she is also used to this aspect of testing. While the doctor definitely enjoys watching Claudia in the raw, he tries not to reveal it to his perky subordinate, and quite appreciates her down-to-earth attitude when it comes to science.
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 No.20356

Ooh! I love that. You should totally do that, Sarkan.

>>20341

 No.20370

>>20341

Not a bad idea ;) Will have to chew on it some more.

 No.20372

Considering everything that's been going on here, I feel they should get *creative* in their revenge. Something that will truly be a face worse than death.

 No.20373

>>20370
I wondered if, since the nanobots have been seen to be self-replicating and they would be recreating the women based on a stored pattern rather than reassembling their original molecules, every scientist they touch might be turned into a clone of the one who touched them with the same memories etc?

 No.20666

Great story. Claudia received an unusual and brutal death. By the way, she looks very good. Thanks for the drawings.


 No.20652[Reply]

Casey was waiting for his train at the metro station on his way home from his minimum-wage job. The young man was trying to make ends meet while living in the city.

He felt the cool wind come from down the tunnel as a train approached. He saw the symbol at the top - not his line. The train slowed down as it pulled into the station to let off its passengers.

As the doors opened, he heard the sound of giggling coming from inside one of the cars - and out stepped an absolutely stunning young lady. The clacks from the 5-inch heels on her dark plum ankle-high boots stepping onto the platform echoed over her and her friends' giggles.

"Are you sure you're going to be okay going home by yourself?" asked one of her friends still on the train.

"I'll be fiiine! You girls get home safe!" responded the dirty blonde beauty standing on the platform.

The girls gave their goodbyes as the doors shut and the train departed the station, leaving the beautiful blonde broad behind. And after a number of passengers had boarded and exited the train and left the station, she was all alone except for Casey at the other end of the platform.

He couldn't help but stare. The girl checked off all his boxes.

She had long, straight dirty blonde hair that she wore back in a luxuriant French twist. A few loose strands stuck out of the bun - a clear sign she had been out on the town for the past few hours.
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 No.20655

More Sarkan! You love to see it!


 No.20647[Reply]

First of four parts. If I don't receive actual hate mail that it stinks I'll definitely finish this. I'd love some feedback.

Field Diary: Captain Yuri Watanabe. Commander of the [REDACTED].

Date: July 9th, 2033. (Height of the European Union's annexation of the England and Wales campaign.)

I love being a Captain. I just do. I love ordering these young men and women to their graves. They come to the front from all over the country, full of spunk, and I make sure I watch as many as possible when they die. As I throw them at inefficient plans designed to get me my victory at high costs.

But today was special. Today, the revised martial punishment treaty was ratified. As of today, I had the authority to execute any of my subordinates, and all I had to do was fill in a single form per soldier.

So, I ordered the sergeants to each line up their unit's weakest. 20 people in total. 12 women, 8 men. I had them stripped, cuffed, and lined up in front of my tent.

I asked them to make sure everyone was present, because they needed to see why they should follow my orders. They needed to see the real me.

So I emerged wearing my holster, my boots, and my rank insignia piercings through my left nipple. Some of the privates gawked a bit at my choice of attire, but their respective NCOs showed enough fear that they got the message.
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 No.20624[Reply]

Hello!
This is the first story I wrote and my first post here, so please be patient. I first wrote the story in German and with the help of DeepL I translated and corrected it to English.

Part 1

She screamed. The man suddenly grabbed her and wrestled her to the ground. He caught her rowing arms trying to fight him and bent them onto her back. Then he rammed his knee on it and she wheezed, the air was pressed out of her lungs and with her face on the dusty floor she struggled for oxygen.
"Do something! It can't be!" The voice in her head ordered her to defend herself and to rebel against the tormentor despite the pain. She tried to kick after him, but she could not reach him. She tried to turn on her side, but he was too heavy. She tried to sink her teeth into the hands which now reached for her, but the man just laughed. He laughed a deep, excited laugh, like a child who had permission to destroy something. The thick fingers reached into the dark long hair and the braid, lovingly done this morning, disintegrated.
She screamed again. How could no one hear her? She wanted to shout 'help', the only word that came to her mind. At that moment her head was jerked back, then smashed violently onto the asphalt. The impact was so violent that she almost lost consciousness. She felt her forehead burst and the blood ran down her face. As he lifted her head and inspected the result, she looked dazed through a red glassy veil back into the grinning face. She swallowed, the metallic taste of blood on her tongue and whispered, "Please…" Please, what? She didn't even know who that person was. Apparently, this redneck took pleasure in what he was doing. Over and over again, he banged her head on the floor: On the fourth blow, she went black.
When she regained consciousness, now lying on her back, she felt something tampering with her top. Only a little time could have passed. She opened her eyes slightly, but closed them again immediately. "No, this couldn’t be," she thought. The man was now kneeling over her; he was naked! He must have undressed when she had been unconscious. She didn't want to open her eyes again, didn't want to see his fat fingers tearing her shirt. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Her mouth was dried out and she could hardly think straight. Panic seized her. The situation was hopeless, what could she do? Why did no one come to help?

 No.20625

Part 2

The cool night air blew over her bared torso. The man encircled her thin neck and his thumbs squeezed almost lovingly. She flinched. Before she could even begin to fight back, the man let go and drove from her neck down her chest and stomach to her skirt. She was paralyzed. Effortlessly he lifted her and with a jerk he pulled the skirt and pantyhose down her legs and threw them carelessly aside. His attention was focused on the only remaining piece of clothing that protected him from his gaze and all that was to come.

Sobbing, she reached for her underpants to hold them tight. She knew she couldn't do much against him, but every try counted. This guy stared down at her coldly and his hand went to her head again. She narrowed her eyes and waited for the blow to come, but it didn't. He reached out for something that had to lie beside her. When she turned her head and saw his hand clasp the handle of a knife, she felt sick. The blade was long and narrow, it was clearly a kitchen knife.

He held the knife close to her face, she had to squint to keep an eye on it. Then he placed the flat side of the blade on her throat. She felt the cool metal on her skin and hardly dared to breathe. The fear was spreading inside her. What would he do? Was he going to kill her? Did he want her to stop her already futile attempts to fight back? Frozen, she looked up into the pitiless face that she would never forget.

With a wiping motion and a meaningful look he made her understand that she should give up her remaining piece of clothing. What was she to do, did she even have a choice? Very slowly she let go and he let go of her throat. She felt defenseless, no, she was so defenseless. And now the tears came. Silent tears of desperation ran down her cheeks. There was nothing she could do. Would he really use the knife when she tried to escape him? Or was it just a threat? She had imagined her first time differently, with a little more romance. Now she was looking down at the giant thing that could not be stopped. The man had torn off her underpants and immediately positioned himself. No foreplay, no mercy.

 No.20635

Part 3 End

It hurt. She felt something tear inside her and her body cramped up. She sucked the air in sharply, he pushed it in further and further. That thing had no end, didn't it? The man pushed deep into her again and again and each stroke caused her greater pain. She noticed a short flash and cried out. The cold blade of the knife stucked in her belly, just below the navel. She felt the blade inside her, just like the man's penis. He continued to cut mercilessly and she felt the blade working its way through her insides: a horrible feeling.

He pulled out the knife and put his hand into the opened wound and felt for her uterus. He enclosed it and massaged his cock through her! The pain was indescribable and she vomited on the floor next to her. Her ears rustled and she heard the pleasant grunting of her tormentor. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head back and thoughtfully sank the blood-stained blade into her throat. The blade cut slowly through it and warm blood filled her mouth and flowed into her lungs. She could not breathe, she practically drowned in her own blood.

The man jumped up: it was all over in a moment. He pushed back her head and forced his penis into her throat from below. He pushed her tongue aside and she felt the tip reach her mouth. The very last thing she ever felt was him coming. Sperm filled her mouth and nose and ran down her face mixed with blood into the eyes that were opened in agony and could see nothing anymore.


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 No.20610[Reply]

So I spent last weekend looking for this one story but it seems to have completely vanished from the web. If anyone has a clue about even the title, I would really appreciate it. It was a femdom story about a mother who dominated her two sons and husband and engaged in serious guro scenaria with them. In particular I remember one where she basically burned the father alive under her car. Does it ring any bells fellows?

 No.20612

Post on /req


 No.20606[Reply]

https://www.deviantart.com/sarkan299/art/The-Lonely-Casualty-833367507

Brooke was thrilled. She just landed her dream job as a journalist at her favorite news organization, and was at the sea-side park to watch the sun set peacefully in a moment of self-celebration.

The pretty brunette found an isolated section along the railing and approached, resting her hands against it as she neared.

The near setting sun cast a golden light against her pale skin. Her sleeveless blue blouse, black pencil skirt, and black high heels were hard to identify when viewing her silhouetted yet stunning figure against the glowing sun behind her.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out with a smile as she opened her eyes, gazing upon the beautiful sunset.

Life was perfect, and was only going to get better.

***

What Brooke wasn't currently aware of was that she, and everyone else in the city, was in imminent danger of total annihilation.
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 No.20607

Haha poor Brooke! This story reminds me of "The Boys" - have you seen it? In the first episode, a girl is utterly destroyed (into a cloud of blood and meaty chunks) when the equivalent of The Flash accidentally runs through her at Supersonic speed!

 No.20608

>>20607

Haha oh yes - fair to say that The Boys had rubbed on me a little bit for this story hehe.

At least Magnificent Man was kind enough to dispose of Brooke's remains. A-Train totally just left Robin a complete mess for someone else to clean up.

I do often wonder how they cleaned up of Robin's bloody remains. Did they attempt to collect it all for a proper burial? Or did they just hose her down the sewer?

 No.20609

>>20608
I got the distinct impression she was left to the city clean-up crew! Not even as much of her left as there was of Transluscent Man!


 No.12929[Reply]

I'm absolutely uncertain how this hasn't been made yet. But I'm writing this as a sort of break from trying to come up with stuff for Tor, or Bottom. It's actually been really relaxing.

Anyway, this is a story based on the first Dark Souls game, I would have made one for Demon Souls first but I was never able to get my hands on any sort of Play Station. This wouldn't have been posted here at all as I feel it's in need of some heavy editing, but I decided to do so anyway as the game's remake is cominf out soon.

Needless to say, there WILL be spoilers and opinion based lore translations either based on my own interpretation or made for the purpose of writing this character. Please let me know what you think and drop any suggestions you have as a comment, as with most writers I love to know what the people who read what I've written thing of it.

***

Escaping the Asylum. (Gore, death, no sex, zombie)

I remember the first time I died. The moment was hardly special, some Cleric Lord had been coming too quickly down the street as I turned the corner, I don’t even think he stopped. I remember staring up at the sky and wondering how I had ended up on the ground, trying to sit up only to realise the arm I was trying to push myself up with was no longer there. I cannot remember turning my head, but I remember seeing my arm laying on the street along with the lower half of my body. It was surreal then, I don’t think that I formed a single coherent thought that entire time my consciousness was fading, though I do remember the pain flaring back to the surface near the end, pushing through the shock my mind and body been forced into.

I don’t remember waking up after that, though I feel it must have been days later given the state of my body. They probably killed me again as soon as they noticed the Darksign emblazoned in me, packed me in a cart with the rest of the undead and carted me away to the asylum like I’ve seen done hundreds of times before. For some reason i never thought it would be me in that cart, in hind sight I doubt many do.

But now here I am, a rotted husk left to continue rotting in this cell. I spent some time exploring it when I was first left here. I don’t know if I was trying to find a way out or something to eat aside from these undead rats or anything really. But I did find this sword, broken and rusted as it is, barely more than a handle now, but it feels comforting in mPost too long. Click here to view the full text.
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 No.13391

The latest chapter was really good, I love the concept and the teasing in between lets me enjoy the story as well. Please more!

 No.14494

Just making sure not to lose my stories due to that dgerqwad.

 No.14814

Bump to save from faggot spammer

 No.20558

I make my way across the bridge and down its staircase to find myself on yet another bridge. I am getting quite sick of these, so when I see another path I take it. It is, unfortunately just a balcony, but I find company there. He is a little rotund, but surprisingly happy and I cannot help but find myself smiling in his presence. I don’t understand most of what he says, but he promises to help me and asks for my help in return. He is clearly insane, but he give me a soap-stone of the kind that I can vaguely remember from when I was taught to write on slate as a child.

This encounter aside, I make my way reluctantly to the bridge now extremely wary of them. There are soldiers far down it, but more concerning are the burnt corpses and singed stone. As I slowly walk across I find the sound of massive beating wings in my ears, and run as quickly as I am able back to the doorway I had come from, ducking inside just in time for the dragon’s fire to miss me. I feel the heat on my face as it passes. Glancing out the door I can see it perched there, the colour of dried blood and covered in spikes. But it’s the only way forward, and I know that I have to go forward. Lifting my shield I sprint directly at it, noting in the corner of my eye a staircase and run down that way instead of toward the statue the dragon seems to be guarding. Down the stairs I find a ladder leading back to the fire I last rested at. The comfort filling me once again.

With a bit of exploration I find another way forward, beneath the dragon and its fire. But, I hear something in the back of my heart, the beating of massive, feathered wings and the statue of a sobbing woman. Forsaken. The word fills my mind, I have to see the statue beneath the beast.

The creature is hardly as intelligent as the Ancient Dragons from the tales given by the Way of White, and flies away as soon as I reach the alcove beneath it. There is another fire here, which I rest at before looking back to what items strewn over the bridge survived the dragon’s fire. Nothing there appeals to me… except. On the body of some fallen knight I find a Claymore. It is a simple weapon, strong and familiar. I know that this is not my weapon of choice, not by memory but by feel. But it feels much better than anything else I’ve held thus-far, even the great sword of that Black Knight.

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 No.20604

Fantastic, can't wait for more!


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