I wrote a dolcett story, 37000 words, I hope you all enjoy, feedback is welcome

...Some tombs of royal kin contain large numbers of human victims sacrificed to the lords. Some humans were decapitated and laid on the ramps within the tombs, while others were designated to be buried directly in the burial pits of their masters. Wang Jihuai - Religious History of Ancient China and the Three Dynasties

Around 1640, a drought in Henan and Shandong became so bad that "women and babies were arrayed in the market as human food and were sold by the slaughterers just like mutton and pork." Sometimes, women and children were slaughtered in the back rooms of butcher shops while customers were waiting for fresh meat. Zheng, Yi (2018). Scarlet Memorial: Tales of Cannibalism in Modern China

As far as I understood, Asian (mainly Chinese) funerals differed from Western cultures. The archaic concept of grave offerings still existed.

A very private Chinese funeral with demonic elements involving sacrificial tribute to the evil spiritswas stranger.

A funeral with honest-to-god human sacrifice, a tradition harkening back to the cruel Shang dynasty and combined with a culinary offering of human meat, was the most significant shock to me. A feverish dream, and a mind-numbing experience, something I had the privilege of witnessing, and yet, I was invited to one. At such a young age, to witness a complete, paralyzing shock full of horror...and arousal.

How did it come to this?

I could barely focus my thoughts after hearing the long, polite explanation in mildly accented English from the young lady at my door. Imagine waking up at 8:00 AM on a day off to my doorbell ringing, when I was supposed to be melting in anxiety because I had lost my parents, and inherited a shop which I literally had no idea how to run. And now stood before me a woman: I was getting a visit from a shorter, yet older, beautiful Chinese woman dressed in a stylish blouse, pencil skirt, and a blazer, with a red envelope in her hand. I took a good, long look at her:
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Marinette on the Menu
Tags: Miraculous Ladybug, Reluctant consent, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Girlmeat menu, persuasion, cooking, cannibalism, snuff.
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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Author's note: So, I wanted to write a story more about a girl deciding to become meat instead of the actual process of being cooked. If you Don't Know Miraculous Ladybug, it's a very fun series, but all you really need to know for this story is that there was an incident in a competition prior to this story where Marinette taunted a girl in her class and pissed her off enough to sabotage her great uncle's "Celestial Soup" and ruin him in a competition. The great uncle went sort of mad and tried to turn the classmate into "Brat Soup" (yes there's a semi-cannibalistic moment in the series, go watch it yourself if you wanna see it). Shortly thereafter Marinette fixed the madness, and got the judges to reconsider her great uncle's unsabotaged soup, and the great uncle renamed the soup from Celestial Soup to Marinette Soup in her honor. That's all you need to know. It's all in the episode "Kung Food"

Okay, so this story got stuck in my head. Some of you may have seen another version called "Marinette Soup" which ended basically at this point and only dealt with Marinette's uncle wanting to make a real batch of Marinette Soup and which ends basically as soon as Marinette agrees. This isn't that version. This story is going to run from the start set out here all the way to the end of the meal, and Marinette's getting turned into a whole dinner full of dishes. I hope you enjoy it.
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Story Start

“Marinette you remember how your great uncle Wang Chen renamed his Celestial Soup 'Marinette Soup' after that whole incident at the hotel?” Marinette's mother, Sabine Cheng, asked.

“Yeah?” Marinette agreed not sure where her mom was going with this.
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Consensual, Beheading, Piss Play, BDSM

Hello again Gurochan! I'm pretty sure this story died along with a previous version of this site, but my partner is back at it and has a half finished draft of PART III that I just read. I'll get that posted when it's ready, but here's the original PART I for those who enjoyed the story before.

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Part 1

The doorbell rang and a dark haired man in a pale green smoking jacket rose to answer it. He opened the door, and standing there was a woman with black hair and as Asian look about her face.

"Hello, my name-" She began to say, but the man raised his hand and silenced her.

"My name" he put heavy emphasis on the word My, "is Garrett, and you, would look good in yellow I think."

He lead her in to the house, her high heeled shoes making a delicate clacking sound on the hard wood floor. The room was bare except for a privacy screen at the far end. He gestured to it.
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Not necessarily authorized sequel to "Sweetie Belle's Gift" and "Apple Bloom Lends a Hand, and Other Limbs" (since I haven't heard from their authors). Tags: Female/Female; snuff; dissection; cannibalism; non-consensual.

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Twilight hummed contentedly to herself as she moved around the laboratory of her castle, setting up the equipment she'd need. After all, this was a very special day. Once everything was in place, she started into the room next door, which she had recently and officially dubbed "The Brain Room". For it was here that the still living brains of Equestrians who had, for whatever reason, allowed their bodies to be taken apart after a special spell was cast, allowing their brains to survive regardless of the condition of their bodies.

The top shelf held two very special brains: those of Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom, the younger sisters of Twilight's friends Rarity and Applejack, who had both consented to letting their older sisters cut them up and use their parts for other purposes. Sweetie Belle had become the basis for Rarity's new line of leather goods, while Apple Bloom's family had used her parts for a variety of purposes, including turning her bones into farm tools. Next to them sat an empty jar labeled with the name "Scootaloo", reserved for the last living member of the original Cutie Mark Crusaders, whom Twilight expected would be joining her friends any day now. And on the same shelf, but some distance away, sat two empty jars reserved for Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, two bullying fillies from Ponyville whose parents had quietly confessed to Twilight that they planned to sell them to Rarity for parts if they didn't shape up soon, and that she was more than welcome to their brains once they were harvested.

That led to another shelf, which had yet to be occupied, but that would change in just a few hours. Soon after Sweetie Belle's brain had come to stay with her, Twilight had approached her fellow princesses with a proposal. Crime was rare in Equestria, and crimes worthy of the death penalty even rarer, to the point where even when it happened, the ones who committed them were merely thrown in prison.

But months ago, a criminal had surfaced who was simply too dangerous to be imprisoned by normal means. Starlight Glimmer, an extremely talented unicorn, had been found running a village occupied entirely by ponies with the same Cutie Mark. Twilight and her friends had discovered that Starlight wasPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

DARLA VS THE WINGED DEVOURERS
A Beastmaster tale by Riraito
Commissioned by RedStar101





THE DAY OF BIRTH AND A GIRL’S FIRST LOVE

She was brought into the world by two loving parents: Alar, and Ked-rak. The two of them named their blonde bundle of joy Darla after Ked-Rak’s mother. They raised her lovingly as any farmers would their eldest daughter.

The midwives declared that she was healthy and free of defects, Alar couldn’t have hoped for anything more than to hold that beautiful baby girl in her arms. Ked-rak was proud of his wife, and while he had hoped for a son to help till the fields, he would love his daughter just the same.

Years passed and Darla grew, first into a curious toddler, then into a proper young girl of the age of 4 cycles. Her cheeks were a rosy red, and her smile could light up any farmer’s worst day. The blonde mop of loosely pigtailed hair looked like an angel’s halo in the summer light, and was the colour of fresh straw from threshing.
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In the mood to write some people being led to a blissful end. Man, woman, loli, shota, I'm open to anything and any method of snuff. Fanfic or OC both welcome.

In particular, anyone have his story “Heroes vs Zakos”?

Tags: consensual, lesbian, cannibalism

"Is this heat ever going to end?" I moaned to my roommate Jade. "If it gets any hotter, meatgirls will just go outside to get roasted."

Jade rolled her eyes at me. "So stay inside. If you ask me, Molly, this is the perfect kind of day to lay around doing absolutely nothing. I might not even leave this chair 'til you drag me to our bed."

She stretched slowly, making her breasts partially escape from her tank top for a moment. She had been draped lazily over that overstuffed armchair most of the morning in tight shorts and a tank top, watching TV and scrolling on her phone.

I sighed and flopped gracelessly on the couch, face down. After a moment I lifted my face far enough to look at my phone and started checking out cute girls on Meat-Tok. A few snuff reels later, I worked my free hand into my panties and started slowly fingering myself.

When I got close to my first orgasm, I found myself looking over at Jade's tits and succulent legs, imagining she was the one in all the meatgirl videos I was watching. She caught me looking at her and stuck her tongue out at me before pulling her tits completely into the open, just to tease me more. I giggled a little, but then a video started with a girl grilling her tits that sent me over the edge.

Jade and I had always been open with each other about our meat fantasies. Like most girls, we were both comfortable with being seen as meat and often used each other's bodies when imagining eating another girl. In the two years we had been sharing this studio apartment, we had role played being meat for each other countless times.

An hour or two later my stomach growled, reminding me that my body has other needs besides soaking my meat in tasty endorphins.
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Disclaimer: just a horror fetish, entirely fictional, don't do anything that will harm somebody in real life.

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School Selection

[non cons]

A loud whistle caught Nina's attention. She stopped her crawl and started to tread in the water. After a few moments Nina saw what was going to happen. As the other students stopped swimming their teacher signaled to get out of the water. “All girls are required to go to a changing booth and wait there for the meat inspector” said the coach, “the boys will continue with 4 laps of the butterfly stroke”

Nervously talking the girls quickly went to the changing booths. Nina sat about halfway down the line. “Shit I hope they don't pick me” thought Nina. A soft crying from her right assured her of a better chance, only 25% was selected from each class. She heard the meat inspector getting closer every few minutes. He was only a few lockers away from her now and she heard him say, “swimsuit straps off your shoulders and stand with your face to the wall”. Nina put the straps off her shoulders, better make it easy for the inspector, she thought. Suddenly she heard another girl crying in the booth next to hers. “Nice” she thought, that was Emily, she never liked her.

“Name” said the inspector as he opened Nina's door. “Nina, ID number 230867” said Nina. “Thank you” said the inspector, I see you already put your straps down, very nice, can you turn your face to the wall” “sure sir” said Nina and she turned her back to the inspector. The inspector checked her butt, “nice and firm” she heard him say. The inspector made her turn around and started peeling her swimsuit down. Softly he took her breasts in his hands and checked them. After a confirming mumble he pulled Nina's swimsuit to her feet. After a quick look on her pussy he said: “I'm not sure can you wait for 10 minutes, keep your swimsuit off” “of course sir” said Nina. The inspector went to the next changing booth.

“Shit” thought Nina, “I might be meat within an hour or I can be free for the rest of my life”. A strange thought occurred to Nina: this was her last chance to have an orgasm. She sat down naked on the little bench and started to rub her pussy. Within a few minutes she reached the point of no return. She took a deep breath and tried to keep quiet as her orgasm took control of her body.

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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.