/lit/ - Literature

I cracked it! The trick was not to worry about providing context - this is event is just something that happens! lol. Enjoy Pt 1 - Pt 2 to follow either tonight or tomorrow :-)

Pt 1

“Ready, girls?” Mr Menzies stood with the starting pistol in his hand. “When I fire the pistol, you will have five minutes to get into the woods and try to hide. When you hear the pistol again, you’ll know that the hunters are coming!” The fifteen little girls, all aged between four and seven years old and all as naked as the day they were born giggled excitedly, waiting in the mid-afternoon sun for their signal to run. The woods was actually nothing but a small copse, run too far into it and you would very quickly find yourself out the other side! But it was plenty big enough for the game and provided plenty of places to hide or to dodge anyone pursuing you. “Okay, on your marks, get set, GO!” The old man fired the starting pistol in the air and the gaggle of small girls rushed off up the slight hill to take refuge in the trees. The adults and non-participating children who had gathered to watch clapped and cheered as they ran, many shouting encouragement to their daughters or siblings.

Next, the hunters stepped up to the line. These were the older girls, aged from eight upwards with the oldest being fourteen, most of them veterans of previous hunts both as hunter and prey. Unlike the smaller girls, the hunters were dressed in cammo fatigues complete with boots, ammo-belts and hats. Several also wore sunglasses to protect against the bright sun that they knew from experience could be quite dazzling if it unexpectedly broke through the foliage in the other gloomy copse. There were ten hunters in all, volunteers like the prey, all armed with low-velocity paintball guns which might sting but not cause actual pain or do damage unless fired at point-blank range, each loaded with paint pellets of a different colour.

After the hunt, the annual celebrations would continue with much feasting, girl-meat being the bulk of the food to be enjoyed. That was the whole point of the hunt and the rules were simple. The older girls, the hunters, were sent to stalk the younger girls, the prey, in the woods and try to shoot them with their paintball guns. They would have fifteen minutes to track and shoot the naked little girls and there was no limit to how many different hunters could shoot the same prey. At no point were they “out”, they could continue runninPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

This can be a thread for asking about stories from last GCs that has gone missing

Like Lucy's Final Adjustment

Or the one of the Totally Spies being assassinated

Pic mostly unrelated but required for thread

B-b..Because, techi!

(Part 1)

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Looking for jissouseki is relatively easier than one would expect. Like a great rodent population, you find them most populous in the alley-ways and areas around urban housing, behind restaurants and marketplaces, and warehouses and ports. You might find one in your backyard, maybe even within your own home; quietly and sometimes cleverly hiding from sight in the basement or the attic.

But the largest populations comes from the parks. Next to that are the forests or pastures in the countryside. But parks remain the number one way to run across many jissouseki.

I myself have a jissouseki as a pet, along a few to play with for my amusement, if nothing more. Many of these creatures are expendable, to an almost ridicoulous degree. The ones worthy of being pets, and thus entitled to a good life of treats, bedding, love and care, are the smart ones. It foten hard to ever find a jissou smart enough to grace you. But how to tell which ones are the dumb retarded stupid ones from the above average to high in intelligence?

Simple! You just ask them, whenever they waddle up to you by themselves or in a group asking (and in some cases, demanding) you to take them home, why you should.

And watch the spectacular results.

You often find them in large packs of two to twelve. Right now I had been accosted by two jissou. One was obviously a recently grown adult with the responsibilities of a mother to boot. On her arms was a slumbering jissou child, looking exactly like a miniature, but cuter, version of herself.

"Hello Mr. Man!"

I smile, quietly humoring her, "Hello little jissou."

"Is my daughter not cute, desu?" She asked, her brightly colored eyes glowing with anticipation.

"Yes," I replied honestly, "She looks so very cute!"

"Am I not cute too, techi?"

I raise an eyebrow and bluntly replied, "You are ugly. I don't know how your kid lives whenever she wakes up to your face. And frankly, you smell worse than a horse that died on crack."

The mother stared at me, red and green tears welling up in her large eyes. She wiped some away with an arm, now openly crying, "I'm not ugly, desu! I'm a pretty jissou Mama, desu! You are a mean jerk, desu!"

"Ha! Me, mean? That may be so Jissou Mama, but I am honest!" I replied with a snort of laughter, "Your daughter is cute, you are not!"

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Welcome to the free use thread. The free use world is just like ours, except a man can fuck any woman he wants at any time (and vice versa). Snuff is not necessarily encouraged but not prohibited either. Most people will watch or spare a brief glance before moving on. Most girls don't want to be murdered but a rare few might enjoy it.

I hope you enjoy the stories I plan to write for this thread. Comments and feedback are welcome, as always.

Tags: loli, consensual, snuff, skinning, cannibalism, incest

Ashlyn cooed happily as the wrapping paper fell away, revealing a new set of headphones.

"Ooh, these are the ones I wanted. Thanks, Mom!" she chirped. "I promise I'll be more careful with this set."

Ashlyn, some of her family, and a half dozen of her friends from school had gathered in her house to celebrate her 15th birthday. Most of the girls and, more importantly, the one and only guy she had invited had shown up, so it was a good crowd.

"Just try to make them last longer than the last pair," her mother replied with a sigh.

"I will. I won't let them fall into a spit roasting pit a third time," Ashlyn asserted firmly.

She set them aside and grabbed another small bundle, this one wrapped with paper covered in cartoon boobs and hearts. When she ripped open the paper, she found it contained a rolled up pink t-shirt. Spread out it showed a picture of the three current members of the Spit Girls from their latest concert tour. She let out a squeal of excitement when she saw them.

"Oh em gee! Fuck, yes! You know me so well, Sierra," she gushed.
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Since he could remember Kyle’s mom had told him that when he was seventeen she was going to eat his manhood on her fortieth birthday.

This never particularly bothered him, cannibalism and even just recreational murder where common, and if anything it gave him some security that he wouldn’t be snuffed before then.

It was just him and his mom growing up, she said she was pretty sure his father had been a July 4th roast she had gotten to fuck before he was snuffed.

His mom started playing with his little penis when he was about seven, kissing and sucking and softly stroking it. Of course he was far too young to get off, his small boyhood would stiffen though not really grow under his mother’s ministrations but he never came. About the same time she also taught him to pleasure her, Kyle soon becoming very adept at eating his mother out.

While he had his own room he shared his mother’s bed most nights, his mom cuddling his naked body to her own as they slept.

He was ten when he had his first orgasm. His penis had actually started getting bigger when his mom played with it, swelling to not quite three inches. His climax had come on suddenly, Kyle not even realizing what was happening before he was spilling a load of sperm over his mother’s tongue.

She had been surprised but pleased.

To celebrate they went out to a restaurant for dinner, and while Kyle had eating human flesh before of course, that night was the first time he got to eat a girl’s fillet, the freshly cooked pussy the most wonderful thing he had ever tasted.
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"Mom?"

"Yes, Paulette?"

"Jenny and her mom seem to be suffering so much... "

"Yes, they surely are kicking and twitching. I bet they're in a lot of pain."

"Do you think we will suffer as much, when he'll kick our table?"

"Yes, Paulette, I'm sure it's going to be very painful. After all, that's what's entertaining in watching girls and women die. And if our slow and painful deaths are what our Master wants for His dinner time, that's what we will give Him. So let's prepare to fullfil our ultimate role as slaves and let's die for His erection!"

"Or at least His attention, mother... He's not even looking at Jenny and her mom and they're almost gone. Look, now they're pissing themselves."

"And we are next. Goodbye Paulette, I hope I get to see your beautiful body hanging there dead, before dying myself."

The Boy Who Lied Thrice

1 - The First Lie

"Miss Myers, Jacob is masturbating!" Alice proclaimed.

The slim girl was standing at her desk, her hand up and waving back and forth for attention. Her face was scrunched up in disgust as she glared at the student sitting directly to her right.

Said student started violently at the sound of his classmate's voice, looking up and around guiltily. His hands, which had been hidden behind his desk, jerked up and away from his crotch.

Miss Myers, her lesson interrupted, sighed and turned from her whiteboard to look back at Alice and Jacob.

"Thank you, Alice. You may sit down." she said, nodding to the girl. "Jacob, come up to my desk, please."

Jacob returned Alice's glare briefly, before turning his attention back to his crotch, apparently trying to quickly button his fly back up. Miss Myers didn't give him the chance.

"Now, Jacob." she told the boy.

Jacob's hands froze. He then got up, shame faced and blushing, and walked to the front of the classroom. His jeans and underwear, already riding lower than they should have been and completely unbuttoned, slid further down his legs with each step he took, despite his best efforts to prevent it.

By the time he stood in front of his teacher, his pants were pooled around his ankles and his face was as red as a fire hydrant. His penis poked out stiffly from his groin, pointing directly up at his teacher's face. He wouldn't meet her eye.

"Jacob, were you masturbating in class?" Miss Myers asked, disappointment coloring her voice.

The boy hesitated for a moment, his hands clasped on the hem of his shirts, twisting at it in worry.

"N-no, Miss Myers." He finally stammered. "I just had an.. an itch."

"An itch." Miss Myers repeated, flatly.

"Yes, an itch. And I was just scratching it, that's all." Jacob said, finally looking up at his teacher, despite his obvious embarrassment.

"And to scratch this itch, you needed to completely unbutton your trousers and pull down your underwear?" Miss Myers asked, her voice sardonic. "Really, Jacob?"

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

You want to write something, but don't know what? Dig through this thread and maybe you'll find some inspiration.

I've started writing a couple vignettes of a story about a guy who works as middle school teacher at a 'Snuff School's (it's just a middle school but you murder girls)

Anyway, here's the first part.

At the station, I absentmindedly adjusted my timepiece, tapping impatiently against the worn leather straps. Glancing up, I readied myself for another tedious day at P.S. 103, my district's all-girls snuff school. Dismally greeting the morning with a dispassionate mantra—work, kill girls, repeat.

To fill the time before departure, I scanned my surroundings until a fortuitous sighting: two young students in P.S. 103 attire. Hope kindled in my chest—perhaps fate had delivered a suitable companion for the wait.

I walked over to the two girls. He didn't recognize them. "Excuse me," I said, "are you two students?"

The two girls turned around. Slim, Asian, maybe 12 or 13. "Yes sir," one of them said. "I'm Kiki, this is my sister, Miki."

Brushing invisible dust from my sleeve, I leaned in casually, delivering a grim ultimatum. "Alright, here's the deal: I only require one of you for my fucktoy. The other I'll snuff out."

Kiki's eyes gleamed, reflecting eagerness and excitement. "Ooh, I'm game!" she announced cheerily. "Take your pick—me or my sis, we're both ready for action!"
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