/lit/ - Literature

Disclaimer! This is just a work of fiction.


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I reckon it’s high time to write about my career. Cancer and diabetes have ravaged my body over the last five years. I'm drunk most days and eat mostly fast food and junk food; I’ll be dead long before prosecution can put me behind bars.

I was a hired killer. Most of them deserved to die, some were just in the wrong place at the wrong time, it didn’t matter. After a while, it didn’t take much to figure out who was paying me and why somebody was dying.

You don’t care about all of the details of how I ran my business so I’ll get on with the stories; since I’m feeling generous I’ll stick to the ones where a broad ends up dead.

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My first assignment was for a fast food chain, one you no doubt have eaten at on many occasions. Someone high-up in the company got into the habit of bragging about the company’s less-than-savory business practice so they sent someone to punch his ticket. He told his girlfriend pretty much everything before he died and the guy they sent to kill him missed her, so they hired me to finish the job.
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"Dad, are you ready?" My 13 year old daughter Zoey sat on the bed behind me, waiting for me to finish setting up the camera.
It had been 2 days since she'd offered to let me make a snuff film with her, and now it was finally time.
"Yeah." I hit record and turn to face my daughter, she sat on the edge of the bed giving me an innocent smile. I sat down next to her, pulling out a pocket knife, her eyes widened with curiosity as she moved herself closer to the sharp blade.
"Just do it already, the anticipation is killing me." Zoey giggled. I plunged the knife into her abdomen, creating a vertical gash in her belly that went from her pussy, to her ribcage.
When I removed the blade Zoey climbed up onto my lap, pulling my cock out and sliding down onto it. Her back facing me so the camera could see everything.
Zoey began to ride me vigorously, pulling herself down onto my cock as fast as she could.
"Am I d-doing good daddy?" She asked, her hands moving into her abdomen as she began to pull out her own intestines.
"Yes, very good! Just keep pulling your guts out."
She nodded and continued to ride me faster and faster, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation, all the while I could hear the sound of my daughters intestines smacking onto the tile floor.
It was then that I climaxed, shooting a load of hot sperm deep inside my daughters womb. I make her turn around to face me, so I can see the damage.
"You really did a number on yourself." I smile.
"Do you l-like it?" Zoey pants, out of breath and losing blood very quickly.
"Yes, you did perfect."
I kiss her on the lips, stabbing her in the heart before pulling away.

By Kitty Cunt and Mister Moody 1 (Rape, Asphyxiation, Loli, Snuff) The loli stuff comes in part 2 which is not finished.

The day was balmy, belying the mid autumn season. He walked through the down town city center, with a calm even pace; his mind only on what he should have for lunch. He stops, and looks inside one of the cafe windows. Behind his tall and stocky reflection, he spied a small group of women, chatting as they eat lunch.

It wasn't the decent looking red head, or the petite blond that caught his eyes. Their breasts were far from adequate for his tastes. It wasn't them, but the third woman, the one tall, skinny one, he found much more interesting. Her tanless skin made even paler by her dark, black hair, which was tied back behind her head in a pony tail. Her breasts were exquisite, large and shapely, they pressed against the bounds of the small, tight shirt she was wearing.

Seeing her had made up his mind, and he entered the cafe, now with the intention of satisfying two hungers at once. As he makes his way toward the group, peices of their conversation float over to him.

“What you do expect John will want during the meeting?” his prize asked the others.

“Oh the usual, I would imagine. He wants me on his lap,” the forgetful one with small breasts repsonded, sounding a bit put out. “I heard Sabrina, got a choice task,”

The brunette grinned, “I get to wear the snack tray! What was your assignment, Kitty?”

“I'm going under the table,” Kitty began, even her name sounded delicious. “Can't say I'm looking forward to it, this is the only shirt I brought, and now it'll be covered in cum!”

“You're so lucky,” the small breasted blond mumbled, “I never get to do the fun stuff, my tits are too small.”

“Ah, Dee,” Kitty leaned over and patted her friend's hand, noticing her jealous stare, “It's not all fun and games having big boobs. Sometimes I wish I never got these implants. You know when I was flat...” but Kitty's words got trapped in her throat. Her friends were staring at something behind her, but before she could react, somone firmly groped her breasts. Fingers dug into her sentistaive flesh before gripping on the fabric of her shirt and ripping it open. Buttons flew in all directions.

“H..hey!” Kitty shouted, turning back to face her attacker. She stared as the man unbuttoned his jeans and a huge, throbing, erect cock popped out from the opening, right in front of her face. HPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

Chapter 1, Opening Ceremony (Burning)

Burning Woman, the largest event of its kind, with roots dating back before modern history. Every year close to one hundred thousand people from all over the world gather in the desert of the American West to participate in this one of a kind event. The event is freeform in nature, attendees contributing freely within a few basic principles. These principles are largely unchanged from their origins in the historical event, though they have of course been colored by modern sensibilities. Ideas like inclusion, self-expression, and sexual liberty have become much more ubiquitous across the world than they were in the days of old, but Burning Woman continues to take things to even further extremes. Two more core tenants of the event are participation and immediacy, attendees are highly encouraged to be a part of the event, and to do what they can to make this year's Burning Woman the best yet. Considering all these principles it is no surprise that usually fewer than 20% of the attendees live to return home through all nine days. The demographics of the attendees skews slightly more towards women than the global population, though the ratio of intentional death skews the other way, with almost a fifth of the dead being male.

The old world event took its name from the large wooden effigy that was burned on the last evening of the event. Today's event has modernized this idea, changing it's name alongside. At a large pyre in the center of the event volunteers are burned throughout the event. While the original burned a single effigy at the end of the event, the modern one always has a volunteer burning, though special attention is paid to the first and the last of a particular year. The volunteers are mostly women, but it would be counter to the nature of the event to discriminate, even when it introduces slight inaccuracies to the name.

This year's event is almost underway, just waiting for the ceremonial first burn to start. Attendees are crowded around the pyre, most giving it just enough berth to not get burned once it is set alight. The pyre is fashioned like a stage, just waiting for its performer to walk out upon it. It doesn't have to wait long, as soon a young woman emerges, walking with soft steps to the center of the pyre. The woman is seventeen year old pop idol "Amburr☆". She is wearing a thin skirt that starts low on her hips and drapes down to the tops ofPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

"Dad, are you ready?" My 13 year old daughter Zoey sat on the bed behind me, waiting for me to finish setting up the camera.
It had been 2 days since she'd offered to let me make a snuff film with her, and now it was finally time.
"Yeah." I hit record and turn to face my daughter, she sat on the edge of the bed giving me an innocent smile. I sat down next to her, pulling out a pocket knife, her eyes widened with curiosity as she moved herself closer to the sharp blade.
"Just do it already, the anticipation is killing me." Zoey giggled. I plunged the knife into her abdomen, creating a vertical gash in her belly that went from her pussy, to her ribcage.
When I removed the blade Zoey climbed up onto my lap, pulling my cock out and sliding down onto it. Her back facing me so the camera could see everything.
Zoey began to ride me vigorously, pulling herself down onto my cock as fast as she could.
"Am I d-doing good daddy?" She asked, her hands moving into her abdomen as she began to pull out her own intestines.
"Yes, very good! Just keep pulling your guts out."
She nodded and continued to ride me faster and faster, I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensation, all the while I could hear the sound of my daughters intestines smacking onto the tile floor.
It was then that I climaxed, shooting a load of hot sperm deep inside my daughters womb. I make her turn around to face me, so I can see the damage.
"You really did a number on yourself." I smile.
"Do you l-like it?" Zoey pants, out of breath and losing blood very quickly.
"Yes, you did perfect."
I kiss her on the lips, stabbing her in the heart before pulling away.

The world around Lexi fades away as she stands there, her heart pounding in her chest. She's been fantasizing about this moment for years - the moment when she can finally be with him. The man of her dreams, the one who's been haunting her nights since highschool. She's finally found him, and she's going to make him hers, no matter what it takes. Her Brunette hair cascades down her back in waves, framing her perfect face with its big, round eyes and plump lips. She's wearing her favorite outfit, a tight blue stripped tanktop and tight blue jeans that accentuate her curves just right. She inhales deeply, trying to catch a whiff of his scent on the air.

As she moves closer, she finally spots him in the darkness. He's standing by a pile of rotting leaves, his back turned to her. His broad shoulders and muscular arms are visible even through the shadows. Lexi 's heart skips a beat as she takes another step forward, then another. With every movement, she feels more alive, more connected to the world around her. She reaches out a shaking hand and touches his shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength that radiates from him. He turns around, and there he is - the man of her dreams, the one who's been tormenting her thoughts for so long. His face is shadowed, his eyes hidden in the darkness, but she can feel his gaze burning into her.


Her heart races as he pulls her close, their bodies pressing together. She can feel the hardness of his chest through his shirt, the strength in his arms as they hold her tight. Lexi closes her eyes, savoring the sensation of being wanted, of being desired. She wonders what it would be like to feel his lips on hers, to taste him, to breathe him in. But before she can react, he pulls away, taking her hand and leading her deeper into the woods. The air grows colder, the darkness more oppressive, and Lexi feels a shiver run down her spine. She knows that whatever he has planned for her, it won't be anything like the dreams she's had. It will be much, much worse.

As they move deeper into the forest, the sounds of the war fade away, replaced by the rustling of leaves and the calls of nocturnal creatures. Lexi tries to calm her racing heart, telling herself that she's ready for whatever he has in store. But when they finally come upon a small clearing, her breath catches in her throat. In the center of the clearing is a dark, cave-like opening, its mouth gaping open like a hungry maw. She can feel the airPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

"As an execution method, crucifixion has some excellent qualities. The procedure is simple, slow, painful, and humiliating. The victim is displayed naked, forced to squirm on the cross as they struggle to breathe, forced to urinate in full view, and then finally, as their body tires, they slowly, slowly suffocate to death.

"It's an experience of ultimate helplessness. For days the victim is helpless to escape the crucified pose, helpless to stop wriggling for breath, helpless to avoid peeing, and finally, helpless to breathe at all. All the while the pain makes them behave in the most shameless manner, moaning and contorting their naked body for the enjoyment of the crowd.

"But for your execution, little one, we're going to try something a bit more modern."

He cups the schoolgirl's cute face, smooshing her cheeks, lifting her gaze to his. She looks back without defiance, pink-faced from crying. Her brown eyes are big and round and wet in her pink little face.

The small girl hangs naked from her wrists, her young body stretched, her ankles cuffed together. She dangles above a drain in the center of a small featureless cell with white tiled walls. There is no bed, no toilet or sink, no furniture of any kind. Her small wrists are chafed from weeks of hanging like this.

He runs his other hand along her naked body. The schoolgirl flinches and squeezes her eyes shut. She whimpers, and her voice is high pitched and young.

"Shh…" he whispers.

He cups his huge hand between her legs and begins to grope and fondle her there. The girl's breath hitches. His other hand releases her chin and caresses her cheek.
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Last try to post this, apparently there has been an error on my first two tries. This is a Story I wrote a few years ago, maybe someone might recognize it. I recently took an interest again, and started revising the old chapters, potentially adding new ones in the future should there be interest.

It takes place in the world of the Duke Nukem game universe, exploring the darker themes of women being kidnapped by aliens and going through hell.

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THE HIVE

Chapter One: Incubator

The constant breeze was humid and warm, felt almost alive. It was too dark to see, but by the way the air touched the more sensitive areas of her body, Libby realized that she was naked. She felt dizzy, disoriented, and she couldn't move. What exactly was going on? A slow, deep drumming rhythm like a giant's heartbeat filled her ears and vibrated in her chest. Libby had been stripped bare against her will, without a clue how she got here, or where "here" was. Had someone spiked her drink at the bar and taken her somewhere?

That possibility reminded Libby of her academy training. The cases were always similar: Woman parties at bar, gets drugged and taken to the perpetrator's hideout… But there was no soreness between her legs. She hadn't been violated. At least not this way… But her throat felt fine too. Then again, her whole body felt kind of numb. A new realization interrupted her train of thought: In her mind, that woman at the bar was some anonymous, theoretical victim she was meant to protect. Now, that Libby instead paid attention to her own naked body, her abstract training instructions met reality in a disjunction of anxiety. Slowly, her eyes adapted to the gloom. Flowing lines appeared and formed patterns of moist reflective, surfaces.

She tried to stay calm, to figure out where exactly she was: Leaning against the wall of a large, circular chamber weakly lit by a surreal bioluminescence she now started to perceive as bluish green. Only it was no chamber: Every surface was glistening like wet skin, translucent even at some places, and fine purple veins spread through the floors and walls. The ceiling looked like a giant mushroom's head viewed from below, lamellae spanning from the outer walls to the center, where what looked like large eggs lined the slimy ground around a mushroom stem like pillar. And everything seemed to be breathing somehow, pulsing in a slow rhythm, like a giant organiPost too long. Click here to view the full text.

"Mommy, mommy! Look!" cried the little girl excitedly, showing her mother all her broken limbs. "I did it myself!"
Her mother's face went pale as she surveyed the damage. "How could you possibly do this to yourself?" she demanded, trying to hide her horror.
"I will show you later!" replied the girl enthusiastically, "but first, can we go get ice cream?"
"Not now," retorted the mother sternly, "You know we are in the hospital"
"Yes yes," agreed the girl, "the nurse promised lots of ice cream. Plus, we can watch cartoons all day! She said I am the bravest girl!"
Ignoring the pain shooting through her body, the girl happily wiggled her broken limbs while lying on the bed
"What happened?" Asked the mother while waiting for a doctor to come.
"Oh, you know," replied the girl casually, "Me and Lily were just playing on the playground when I fell off the bike and broke my tooth." The young girl grinned proudly, revealing a missing tooth from when she jumped off the bike earlier today.
"Your tooth?" questioned the mother incredulously.
"Yeah," nodded the girl, "Then we made a bet that I won't go to school tomorrow and don't do any homework or chores. If I win, she gives me all her candy."
"Skipping school because you broke your tooth? And you don't have any homework or chores to do anyway" queried the mother, confused.
"Nope," corrected the girl, "that's why I broke my legs and arms too. That way I can stay home, eat all the candy I want and watch cartoons."
Staff wheeled the girl out on a stretcher, taking her mother to explain what happened. By the time she returned, the girl was already hooked up to IVs and the group doctors were working on fixing her limbs while listening to her neverending chatter.
Lilly arrived shortly after, carrying the bag of candy she promised, when she met the girl's mother outside the operating room.
"Thank you for bringing her here," apologized the mother, "It is not the first time she pulled a stunt like this."
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First time poster. I wrote this for the 250 words thread, but it's over double that so here were are.

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“Norman for E.D. & E.D.?” the medical receptionist called out. The men packing the waiting room tensed as one. An expectant paused held and then snapped as the receptionist called out again, voice turning sly, “Look at that: A free double E.D. slot. First come, first serve.”

The men had jostled already for positions nearer the hallway—the receptionist immediately had a man at her side. Handing out tickets made too many people feel like they never had a chance, and as a public service that was a no-go. Some friendly competition? That only built a sense of community.

“So,” the receptionist began, walking to the room—the one bigger than any of the other intake rooms, and without a padded examination table taking up room either. “This slot’s actually rather special. Mary B.,” and they’d reached the door, and Mary B. was—

Tied in non-chafing chains, bent in half at the wait. A small sawhorse, padded, kept her whole small, shrunken stomach and some of her too-visible ribs supported while letting her be tied arms and legs both to the same metal floor ring; all while looking like she was maybe only bent over and asking for it.

Her hair, a dirty blonde, was braided from the foot of it that rested on the floor until halfway up, where it had grown out during her bondage and now hung like a partially tied curtain.

She was perfect. The man who had followed the receptionist had no idea how long she’d been here, even with the grown out hair, because Mary B. had arrived with an eating disorder. This was her cure. Mary was to provide public service and in turn was given the leeway to eat as little as she wanted
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