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Hell Knight Rampage – 1

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The Hell Knight aggressively walked through the halls of the Mars Facility of the Union Aerospace Corporation. His powerful muscles contracting and then relaxing as he formed fists with each powerful step on the metal flooring. He had maimed, torn, and destroyed his way into being one of the first demons to be sent into the mortal plane. A low grumble escaped his jaw. His nostrils flared as he took in a rarely known scent to demonkind. As one of the first Hell Knights he was entitled to his share of the spoils. Specifically he was interested in a delicacy amongst his kind: human females. He followed the scent further, turning a corner into what a flickering sign stated was a residential block. When he turned the corner, he felt an imp, a lesser demon, …

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The King in Yellow Chapter Six

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THE CARCOSA CLUB Dana put her dossier down on the desk between them, sat back, and looked at Katya searchingly. “So, what shall we do?” she challenged. “The department is aware of these Suicide Clubs” Katya replied. “Our policy is that they are against the spirit of the law on assisted dying and so their existence is a problem for the legislature, not for us. You’re young, Dana, you were only a child when the old regime was persecuting “decadence” but today we’re much more aware of harassment”. “But this wouldn’t be harassment” she persisted. “This would be investigation, intelligence gathering. The group I have discovered has chosen to call their club Carcosa. That detail of the Marie-Claude murder was suppressed and we two must be the only people in Waldenstein who know the significance …

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The King in Yellow Chapter Three

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MARIE-CLAUDE’S SACRIFICE Pierre was the first to rise to his feet and signal to Alexandra to bring his coat. “I must use the water closet before I face the night air” he said. “Why not use this one?” asked Grigori, on cue. Marie-Claude turned her head and regarded him through her thick lashes, gyrating her hips and parting her lips in anticipation as he opened his trousers. “Why not indeed?” he replied and played a great stream of piss over her body, splashing onto her flanks and stomach and over her heaving breasts to finish on her bared throat and open mouth. Marie-Claude turned her mouth to drink enthusiastically. What she could not catch in her mouth streamed over her face and drenched her hair. Grigori helped Pierre on with his coat and wished him …

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Baton Rouge_(0)

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“So ,she is dead?” The voice startled Jack. He had been sitting at the small table in the corner. Lost in thought he had not noticed the other man taking a seat.Now he looked up and it took him a moment to realise who this bloke was. “Staff Sergeant Matthews, sorry, I was miles away.” Ryan Matthews laughed, took a big draught from his pint. “I bet.” Jack took to his pint as well, did not respond. “Will you report her missing?” “What the fuck are you talking about?” Jack’s voice had gone icy and his American accent was more audible by now. “Your wife. Or rather David’s wife. That’s what she was, always will be.” The big man got up and to the bar, placed an order. Confused Jack watched him. What was going …

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The King in Yellow Chapter Five

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IMPALEMENT “Good morning”. Dmitri was amused to see a younger woman briskly enter the interrogation room and plant herself in the seat opposite him and was also struck by her beauty; her ash-blonde hair was cropped like a boy’s and her lithe, small-breasted form modestly sheathed in a charcoal grey trouser suit and high-necked blouse. Dana had insisted that she was ready for the challenge and Katya could find no reason to deny her. Nonetheless, she was studying them through the two-way mirror and was ready to intervene if her protégé showed any sign of losing her composure. Crossing her long legs, Dana began by asking a series of routine questions – going by the book – which Dmitri answered compliantly enough but without the intense engagement he had brought to his sessions with Katya. …

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Tales from a Small Republic – Tayna’s Story

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After the recession hit the small Republic and many of the mines which had previously employed both men and women below ground were forced to close, there was a coup d’etat by the Generals and a much harsher regime imposed in an attempt to return some stability to the economy. One of the problems the Generals promised to deal with was the number of girls and women who turned to prostitution simply to try to get enough money to feed themselves after losing their jobs.  The middle classes were affronted by the sight of these filthy half starved young women showing as much flesh from beneath their rags as the cold night air allowed in often futile attempts to get custom from the few men who could afford them, which might include the very soldiers …

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Wagon Train Massacre (Part of the Stuffed and Snuffed series)

/ Categories: Fiction, Murder, Snuff / Fiction, Murder, Snuff / By

~Wagon Train Massacre!~ ~I~ At first, she thought it was a bad dream. Filtering through the gray shadows of her awakening consciousness, she felt the wagon trembling and creaking under her, and in the distance, worried shouts and a scream. Laying there for a moment, her thoughts solidified and her dream became the reality of her family’s rattling wagon being pulled at a gallop. In the six weeks of traveling across country with the other settlers, this had never happened before. Sitting up, she called past the hanging clutter of their belongings to her mother, “Mom, what’s happening? Are we in a race?” “Ssshhh… hon!” her mom hissed. “Get down and cover up. Try to hide yourself as best you can!” Confused, Liz started to get up when she heard a gunshot close by, and …

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Stacie’s Ordeal

/ Categories: BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Dark fiction, Domination/submission, Fantasy, Pregnant, Slavery, Snuff, Virginity / BDSM, Blowjob, Bondage and restriction, Dark fiction, Domination/submission, Fantasy, Pregnant, Slavery, Snuff, Virginity / By

Stacie was about 5’4″, 120 lbs with long honey-blonde hair that cascaded down to her breasts, very expressive big blue eyes that looked as if they were about to burst forth with tears, and measurements I would guess to be about 36C-24-35. Like I said, perfect! I saw her at a pizza joint that had an outdoor patio. She was sitting with what I could only assume was her boyfriend.I guessed her to be about eighteen years old. I caught snatches of the conversation, as I was only a table away and I have pretty good hearing. Stacie was wearing a white ruffled blouse, denim miniskirt that ended a few inches above her knees, white knee socks, and white ballet-style skimmer flats. The girl had one leg pulled up under the other one as she …

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Bk 2, Ch 6: After Party

/ Categories: Dark fiction, Death, Fantasm, Snuff, Teen / Dark fiction, Death, Fantasm, Snuff, Teen / By

The problem, I reflected, was always bodies. Sub-Commander Bernette had quickly explained the situation to her warriors. Subdued but nonetheless motivated by the desire to help their fallen comrades, the surviving Arkadians quickly surrendered their weapons and formed teams to assist the wounded. None moved to escape. But motivation was not enough. So few survivors were forced to sort, move, and care for so many wounded. About three hundred fifty Arkadians surrendered, including two dozen oarsmen that had jumped ship and now bobbed in the water or splashed ashore. Many of those captured were injured themselves, able to run and retreat but unable to help lift bodies. Across the battlefield in the span of an hour, the blood of over seven hundred of their comrades had been spilt. The wounded were innumerable. The dead lay …

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Teri and the Old Man

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Her perfume let me know she was there before she pulled up a stool at the bar. It was one of those cheap, sickly-sweet brands that seems to hang in the air like a fog. I turned to glance at her. Nice rack. Yeah, not the first thing you’re supposed to notice about a woman, but she made it hard not to, with that loose blouse that left most of it hanging out there. No bra, either. Once I got past the obvious, I had a look at the rest of her. Mid-twenties by the look of her, although the older I get the harder it is for me to judge ages. Nice face, oval-shaped, pretty, with maybe a little too much makeup. Brown eyes framed by heavy eyeliner, with eyeshadow that almost matched her …

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Crush me_(0)

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They had been seeing each other for a while; coming up to 6 months. She knew what she wanted from him – what she had always wanted but had been too afraid to ask for. She was sure he was the one. “I want you crush me” she whispered into his ear post coital – his limp dick still inside her sopping cunt. “Crush you?” He repeated. He slid his dick out of her cunt and moved his body off of her, propping up his head on his elbow. He looked directly at her. “I want you to break my bones. I want my body to be spent and lifeless underneath you”. She exhaled slowly. “I want to suffer for you, I want to die for you. I have met my match; my one true …

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what my boyfriend do

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We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we didn’t expect to be home until after midnight. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, neither Heather nor her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We hesitated. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the entertainment. Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but …

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Saya’s Week – Monday: Roasting Jeff

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Day One: Monday Roasting Jeff For Jeff, walking toward that door was a quite strange feeling, in that he understood, at least on an intellectual level it’s consequenses. This was the day of his fullfillment, the day he was raised and trained to since his birth, and he didn’t hesitate the slightest bit. The shape of Jeffs body was no coincidence, his physical training and diet has been monitored with same same care as his psychological conditioning and his education, his genes were the result of carefull breeding and genetic engineering. He could hear the delivery truck drive away, and he stood there, alone, halfway over the plastered way which lead to the front door of the clients house, but not for a split-second came the idea of running away to his mind. Said conditioning …

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Pop Party Pt. 1 – Passing On

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Aja looked down at the small bomb in her hand, weighing it as she waited in line. The exterior was featureless, a plain pink sphere that dully reflected the warehouse lights overhead. In texture it felt almost like greased rubber, yet no residue remained on her fingertips as she caressed it. Squeezing it in her palm, she briefly hid it from view as her olive-skinned fingers curled tightly around it. No part of it gave in the slightest, utterly incompressible. It was surprisingly light and small, feeling almost as if she held a solid gumball, the type given out by coin-operated dispensers at malls. A smiling employee had been making her way down the line, offering drinks to each in the queue. Aja clutched the bomb in her hand, heart starting to pound as the …

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A near death experience

/ Categories: BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Extreme, Fantasm, Humiliation, Sado-Masochism, Snuff, Torture / BDSM, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Extreme, Fantasm, Humiliation, Sado-Masochism, Snuff, Torture / By

Yvonne, over a couple of years, had found many sex sites where she could lust over the wonderful photos and videos that turned her on so much. Being careful in the utmost not to risk being found out by her husband, she rarely made any input in the way of messages to these sites, and although she initially displayed her photo as an avatar, she soon saw the hazards associated, and removed it in a matter of weeks. She had very intentionally sought out these pornographic sites, but then, quite by accident, she had stumbled upon a new site that absolutely astounded her – it was dedicated to those kinky people who enjoyed what was generally referred to as ‘sado-masochism. Looking over the many photos that were displayed on the site, Yvonne’s eyes were really …

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Bk 1, Ch 1: Lands Uncharted

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Chapter 1: Lands Uncharted We were on a raid on the borders south of our clan’s newly conquered territory. Under King Hrothgar, the united Clan Armies had crossed the narrow sea and conquered the near coast, allowing the clans to raid further inland. Eager for more gold and slaves, I took just under one hundred soldiers with me—warriors, blooded thralls, and some three-dozen shield-maidens. We moved slowly and cautiously through this uncharted territory. Five days march into uncharted territory we started encountering scattered farms and homesteads. First one, then two, then three. Each location was scouted during the day then taken in the night when everyone was asleep. A barking dog spoiled our attack on one farm, but my men had the house surrounded and none escaped. We killed the elderly, diseased, and feeble, and …

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Sorting out that Pedo Saville

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Sorting out that Pedo Saville It was back in October 2012 like. Al and me was sat in the bar at the Flying Horse supping a few bevvies, just after that story about pedos came out, “Fucking hell Johnno!” Al said, “That’s that fucking Saville cunt.” “Fucking right,” I agreed, “Fucking missed that cunt,” I said sadly as I sunk another bottle of Stella (Artois) “Fucking grade A fucking pedo,” Al said as he read the story in the ‘Sun’ off his fish and chip paper. “Fucking cunt,” I agreed. “Fucking Trevor from up Moorhouse says that fucking Saville fucking bummed him on Jim’ll fucking fix it,” Al added. “He never fucking went on Jim’ll fucking fix it,” I told him, “He went to his Aunty Mary’s, he never fucking went.” “Fuck,” said Al, “Bollocks, …

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Sorting out that Pedo Saville

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Sorting out that Pedo Saville It was back in October 2012 like. Al and me was sat in the bar at the Flying Horse supping a few bevvies, just after that story about pedos came out, “Fucking hell Johnno!” Al said, “That’s that fucking Saville cunt.” “Fucking right,” I agreed, “Fucking missed that cunt,” I said sadly as I sunk another bottle of Stella (Artois) “Fucking grade A fucking pedo,” Al said as he read the story in the ‘Sun’ off his fish and chip paper. “Fucking cunt,” I agreed. “Fucking Trevor from up Moorhouse says that fucking Saville fucking bummed him on Jim’ll fucking fix it,” Al added. “He never fucking went on Jim’ll fucking fix it,” I told him, “He went to his Aunty Mary’s, he never fucking went.” “Fuck,” said Al, “Bollocks, …

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Designated for Consumption_(0)

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Mariah I Mariah stood in line anxiously, waiting to hear her fate. Her graduating group was today’s batch to be assigned their designations by the Bureau of Resource Distribution. She found some comfort in the presence of her best friend Alan, standing in front of her. “Where do you think they’ll send you?” he had turned around to ask her. “I’ll probably end up sewing clothes in a warehouse.” “No way. I bet they put you in Human resource management, maybe. You’re really good with people.” “I can’t really see myself in a management position, I couldn’t even organize that Memorial Day picnic.” “I’ll probably end up welding or swinging a pick-axe in the new tunnels.” “Next!” a sharp voice interrupted their conversation. A quick intake of breath came from Alan’s gut and he stepped …

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My Four Legged Whore

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Disclaimer: This has not and will not ever happen in real life! I’m a strict vegan, but have a taste for writing disturbing material. Anyone doing this to an animal in real life should be severely published. You wouldn’t think I’m this fucked up. I look like every normal man you see. My family is wealthy, I have a good job, and I’m polite to everyone. As they say though, looks can be deceiving. Anyway, I usually start my day off by reading the classified ads in the paper. I do this to find my next victim. A victim of my perversions even more helpless than a child. I wonder what I’ll find today. As I scan the paper, I find three suitable matches that could get me a victim tonight. A family has a …

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