/lit/ - Literature

I remember on lolicit there used to be a story about a student teacher at a school that got rid of the bad students, was wondering if anyone had this story or even remembered it.

Sandra awoke with a start, her eyes snapping open as if she'd been jolted awake by a bolt of lightning. The room was still and quiet, the only sound the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Something felt...off. She tentatively sat up, her heart pounding in her chest, and glanced around the room. Her little bed was made, the toys neatly arranged on the shelf. But that wasn't right. Her bed was never made. And her toys were never put away.

A chill crept down her spine as she realized what must have happened. She must have blacked out after Marcus had beaten her. Again. Her father's words echoed in her head: "Make sure you hit her hard enough to knock her out this time." She shuddered, pulling the threadbare blanket tighter around her tiny frame.

Now the pains coming back to her, a throbbing ache spreading from her head to her toes. She tried to stand up, but her legs wobbled and she fell back down onto the bed. Her stomach churned, and she was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to vomit. She crawled to the bathroom on her hands and knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she retched into the toilet.

She didn't see Marcus sneaking in behind her, as she was throwing up in the toilet Marcus stomps on her head forcing it in the toilet, blood rushing down her throat, burning her lungs, filling her with every horrible feeling she's ever felt. Her father chuckles as he watches from his desk, motioning for Marcus to continue. The room spins, the world fading in and out of focus, as another blow comes crashing down on her ribs, shattering them. She tries to scream, but all that comes out is a wet, gurgling sound as blood fills her throat. Her vision blurs, her hearing fades, and the last thing she sees is her father's satisfied grin before everything goes black.

Marcus stares at his unconscious sister, her face still inside the toilet. A sickening grin spreads across his lips as he watches the blood and vomit swirl around. He reaches down, grabs her by the hair, and drags her out of the toilet. Her limp body flops lifelessly in his hands. He stands up and walks over to their father's desk, positioning Sandra so that her father can see her clearly.

"Good job, Marcus," their father says, not even bothering to look up from his paperwork. "Now, why don't you go outside and play for a while? I'm sure your friends are waiting for you."

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"Overwhelmed with grief, you hanged yourself," the man held the schoolgirl's childish face, "with your poor little toes still touching the ground."

The doomed teenager cried. Bound naked and gagged with her own underwear, she could not reply. The girl struggled to stay on her toes. The knot of the noose had partially tightened now, turning her young face pink.

"It must be frustrating," he whispered, almost kissing her, "to stare right at your friend's killer, with not a thing you can do."

He teased his hand along her bare stomach, sliding down to cup between her legs. Desperate to support her weight, the girl ground her pussy into his hand.

Soon the physical sensation had made her wet. He smirked and raised his hand, showing her wetness glistening between his fingers.

"What will they think of this?" He cupped his hand between her legs again, and again the humiliated girl ground her pussy into it.

"Your friend died a sexual death too." He kissed her while masturbating her. "I tied her up on her belly, with her feet tied to the back of her neck, and left her there on her bed with a vibrator under her." He worked her clitoris in circles. "You should have seen her hump it, after she accepted she was going to die." The girl was close to an orgasm now. "Little girls and their hormones, huh?"

A strangled whimper was all the response she could give.
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Hello everyone, I'm back with yet another shortish story.
I have several longer ones in progress, but no idea how long they'll take to finish.

As always with these short stories, that one started as a 250 words challenge and eventually reached the point where I actually decided to expand on it rather than try to fit it in the format.
I hope you enjoy it, and constructive feedback is always welcome.

content warnings : loli, non-con, rape, torture, gutting
Probably any number of other warnings. This is supposed to be extreme content after all. But nobody comes to this website for flowers and unicorns, so you know...

Cindy gets to zip it

Cindy didn’t really understand what it entailed, when the school informed all pupils parents that the government had ordered all girls aged 10 or older get a zipper installed, and that despite her being 2 years ahead at school, she still was to report to the gymnasium along with her classmates.

The horror of her situation started to dawn on her when a teacher holding a butcher knife ordered the lined up girls to disrobe entirely.
Shortly after, he grabbed the first girl and went to work slamming her onto a metallic bench and jamming a knife in her belly.
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(Fire Emblem Awakening; non-con, disembowelment, asphyxiation, anal, puke, piss, vaguely underage, a little beheading)

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Reposting from AO3, I guess I might as well

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Pain blossoms across Lissa’s midsection – which is fine, because she’s giving the culprit a splitting headache. Haha, she just killed someone. It’s a little scary that it’s become so mundane; her hands grip the shaft, the shaft is connected to the ax, the ax is buried deep in a man’s skull, blood spurting around it and out all the facial orifices and her stomach isn’t even turning.

Actually it kind of is. “Now give it back-” which is normally a quick tug to free her weapon, but the moment she exerts that effort the pain in her gut triples, one of her hands fleeing the ax to slap against the pain, and instead of just the feeling of blood-soaked cloth there’s something a lot squishier. “Huh…?”

Lissa looks down in confusion, to see her pink, warm intestines trying to escape through the wound in her belly.

“...oh.”
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Casual, incest (mother-daughter), mutilation, Loli, underage sex, teens

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Susan ended it with Carl after twenty years, knowing she’d be dead within the month. She got the call a week later saying a guy from Bitch Be Gone would be there that afternoon to dispose of her and her daughters.

It couldn’t be helped, he fell out of love with her years ago. He didn’t have to tell her, she saw it in the way he spent less time with her; when she caught his eyes on other girls more than they were on her. She couldn’t bear living with a loveless marriage so she called it off. He accepted without much fuss and he moved out the next day. There was no such thing as divorce on Akras and he couldn’t remarry while she lived. He couldn’t get a license to have kids with his new wife so long as he had a single daughter under twenty. They had to go and that was it.

Susan affirmed her name and address then took a hot shower. In all, she was among the few women privileged enough to celebrate her thirtieth birthday and manage another three standard years. Most ladies on this planet died in their teens and twenties, and many before that. If a girl wasn’t disposed of by her father or husband, or someone hired by him, she would be terminated in one of the government’s mass cullings. Any woman who missed being culled faced maiden’s scourge in her late thirties or early forties; a genetic disease which killed its victim over the course of a few years, leaving them in excruciating pain until their last breath.

Akras was colonized by a fleet of seedships containing a modified gene pool, which caused the female population to grow at a far quicker pace than men; one in every thousand babies was born male. A trillion people lived on this planet and most of them were women. While giving women short lifespans, the modified genes allowed men to live for thousands of years. Akras men still fell in love with women as on Earth and other human-settled worlds, their attachment often died after a few decades.

Susan finished her shower and headed downstairs naked to call the kids inside. Getting twelve girls to stop whatever they were doing to come to the living room for a quick talk took longer than the actual talk. It took another hour before she had them all sitting around the couch, the younger ones groaning and the older ones rolling their eyes or yawning. Five of them belonged to her, but the cullman would kill every female in the house regPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

BOR. You will be surprised, but BOR is not only a good painter - but also has a couple of good quality written stories.
I will translate you 1, the best of the best, tale. (Okay. maybe 2-3 stories). But I don't have enough strength to translate high-literary stories under 180 kb in weight.
I give this in the hope that people whose native language is English will help to put here just .. literary translation. (google translate does a pretty normall job anyway. But translation artifacts sometimes kill everything sense.)

(Exhibitionism, decapitation, snuff, technonecromancy)


On Friday, Katie Cooper, head cheerleader in her senior year, came to class wearing an audacious pink sweater. It was cropped short, showing the underside of her breasts. It was off the shoulder and rode low on her arms and chest, flashing the top of her cleavage.

But mostly she wore it because every time she turned her head, it pulled her blonde ringlets off her shoulder, and showed off the red and slightly purple bruises on the side of her neck and shoulder. One even had teeth marks.

She'd give Mr. MacDougal, the history professor, big leering grins that made his usual raging tirades wilt down to a quiet peep.

Most of her classmates celebrated Katie's victory over the raging bastard.

But Gretchen Fitzpatrick just saw another reminder. Katie had declared her a nerd years ago, and the words of the queen bee had left her a pariah. Now here she was, nineteen years old, about to graduate a year early, and she hadn't even held hands with a boy.

Who could blame them, really? With her big thick glasses and unruly mass of curly orange hair, freckles speckling her face, and now? And now she had to wear this stupid rig around her head with the two metal fingers hooked into her braces, desperately trying to pull her two big front teeth back into line.

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*Having discovered that gurochan has returned I'm reposting this along with a new story, feedback is appreciated*

Akiko grunted as an elbow pressed against her back. The set was fairly large, a recreation of an expansive Edo period bathing house, but with all the people standing off camera with her there wasn't any room to move without bumping into someone. For a moment she wondered how different it must have been making movies back in the days before the big population change.

According to her history books the retrovirus was originally designed to cure an old affliction called cancer by forcing good cells to split and multiply under certain conditions in order to aggressively starve out the bad ones. Things had gone well in closed clinical trials and so with great promise it was allowed to spread into the general population. Cancer quickly rates began to fall but it was nine months later that the real consequences became apparent.

It seemed that the presence of two X chromosomes within a recently fertilized egg had the unforeseen effect of triggering the virus and so there was a sudden uptick in the number of triplets, quintuplets and then octuplets appearing in maternity wards. Within a decade nearly every little girl had no fewer than five or six identical sisters to play with.

The increase in population density was unavoidable but Akiko had learned in school that Japan was already experienced with overcrowding and had quickly made the necessary adjusts. The more fundamental change was to female identity. Parents struggled with the difficulty of raising anywhere from six to twelve indistinguishable girls as separate children and when the phenomenon grew to full proportion society as a whole couldn't handle the strain anymore.

That's why Akiko and her seven identical sisters were legally just Akiko Nakamura. Like other sets of girls they'd been raised by their parents as one person. They had passed their high school entrance exam as one person, pursued a career as one person and even dated as one person. For the women of today the idea of having any value or identity that was separate from their sisters had become an alien concept.

And so it was that Akiko, all eight of her, had by the age of 22 become a famous actress and starred in several exciting historical dramas. Right now six of them were working simultaneously on other sets while she was here as an understudy, observiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

I wrote this and can someone make a 3d comic out of it:

Chapter 1: The Unimaginable Horror

It was a typical night for John and Lisa, a young couple deeply in love. They lying in bed, enjoying each other's and exploring each other's. The room was dimly lit, with only the faint glow of the moonlighteping through the curtains. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation and desire.

Suddenly, without warning, a deafening sound filled the room. A blinding light pierced through the darkness, and an unseen force sliced through their bodies, cutting them in half from the waist down. The pain was unbearable, but it only lasted for a moment before everything went numb.

Chapter 2: The Shocking Decision

In shock, Lisa and John stared at each other, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Their bodies were mutilated, but their upper halves remained intact. The sight of their own gore-soaked lower bodies was gruesome, but the desire to continue what they had started was still present.

With a shared look of determination, they decided to keep going. Lisa carefully lowered herself onto John, and they resumed their intimate moment. The sensation was different, but the pleasure was still there. Lisa's lower half lay next to John, and she couldn't help but stare at it in disbelief.

Chapter 3: The Forbidden Touch
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