The bedroom mirror reflected a version of Gwen that felt foreign to her. She tugged at the hem of her black blouse, frowning at the way it clung to her frame. It wasn't uncomfortable exactly, but it wasn't her either. She'd bought it freshman year for a presentation she'd barely passed in a public speaking course she took as a gen ed and hadn't touched it since. Until today, it had stayed buried beneath oversized black hoodies, faded band shirts, and all the other clothes that she actually wore.

The lecture hall hummed with the quiet sounds of keyboards, rustling notebooks, and the professor's steady, practiced voice. A slideshow of film stills flickered across the projector screen as she lectured on the historical portrayal of cannibalism in cinema. Few students seemed particularly invested in the topic, due to it being a gen-ed for nearly everybody in the room."As state run commercial processing became more normalized in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, filmmakers grad

From rags to witches


CH1:

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Elif sighed, a long, heavy sigh that clearly spoke of her 150 years of age and experience in dealing with these kinds of vermin, yet never fully growing used to it. Slave markets really were just the dirt beneath the feet of civilization, especially this one in the underground of Ar

Kill Streamers 2: The Viking Meets The Ninja.



By DJ4K






Tags: snuff, futa, english, regen, torture, futa pred, femboy pred, male prey, willing pred, semi-willing prey, male pred, futa, futa pred, willing prey, gore, slaves, slavery, castration, cruel pred, multiple preds,  

20th Year of the 10th Age, Early Spring (Allara Time)
Alyra’s Slave House 56th Dominion of Hell, the Dukedom of Gremory
“Come on Alyra,” Remae whined, jiggling the bag of stygium she was holding. “I know how quickly to train the slaves into compliance. You’ll turn a pretty quick and tidy profit, even with your usual markup. Surely you can afford to give just a teeny bit more for your favorite sister?”
Without waiting a beat or letting her annoyance show, Alyra

Demon Queen's Fall




The rather plain box truck seemed to bounce with even the slightest bump or imperfection in the road. Echidna sighed, quite loudly - she’d need to have somebody take a look at the shocks on this thing later. It certainly didn't help that, even coiled up rather tightly, the lamia Witch had very little room to truly maneuver around, her almost 30-foot length wanting so desperately to snap and stretch out.

A Most Delicious Epilogueby AnonymousOne-HermioneI had always been a curious soul, my insatiable thirst for knowledge leading me down many a path less traveled. So, when I stumbled upon that ancient tome in the depths of Hogwarts' library, I couldn't resist the urge to delve deeper. The book spoke of rituals beyond my wildest imagination, of tribes in far-off lands where wizards and witches willingly offered themselves as sustenance, believing their power could be transferred through consumption

A Bull’s Last Year.By DJ4KCommissioned by CookingMeatTags: English, English text, semi-willing, M/M, sex, male prey, male pred, weight gain, forced fem, western, cooking, cooking prep, cooked, regen, regeneration, slave, slavery, willing slave, fattening, weight gain, chastity cage, third person narration, public sex, public nudity, casual nudity, Prologue.The bovine cattle-people used to be a common sight out west. The massive herds of very human-like animals ran across the grassy planes. Tho

The king

:


I am introducing a new law that makes all people slaves from birth. Not only must they obey their parents, they must also do everything that other people that aren't slaves tell them to do.


I will ensure that this law is obeyed. If there is no other option, I will punish them as I see fit.



The ki

It was Early afternoon on Sunday the 15th of June, and the house glowed with soft lamplight.
 Daniel Carter the Mormon missionary who had only just moved in a pair of weeks ago, stood on Beth’s front step, Bible and his Book of Mormon clutched under his arm, a nervous smile tugging at his lips as the door swung open. The hallway enveloped him in the warm, soothing scent of beeswax and cardamom, drawing him inward like a gentle embrace. The living room unfolded before him in soft beige ton

It was early afternoon on Sunday, June 15th, and the house glowed with soft lamplight.
 Daniel Carter, the Mormon missionary who had only just moved in a pair of weeks ago, stood on Beth’s front step, Bible and Book of Mormon clutched under his arm, a nervous smile tugging at his lips as the door swung open. The hallway enveloped him in the warm, soothing scent of beeswax and cardamom, drawing him inward like a gentle embrace. The living room unfolded before him in soft beige tones bathed

Lilith Raven “the Demon” Raven
A Night at The Pred Rum
Safe
 — ACT I: THE ARRIVAL —
 The city's night pulse throbbed beneath a canopy of flickering neon, trembling like a fever dream of blood. jagged shadows breaking across rain-slicked pavement. Smoke curled from alley vents. tangled with the distant hum of traffic and the muffled bass leaking from the club, heavy with the scent of cloves and iron’s unmarked door. Ravenhouse loomed in matte black and chrome. a silent sentine

Lilith Raven “the Demon” Raven
A Night at The Pred Rum
Canon
 — ACT I: THE ARRIVAL —
 The city’s neon, trembling like a fever dream of blood bled into wet asphalt. fractured into reds and blues. Smoke coiled from sewer grates. threading itself through the pulse of bass that seeped from Ravenhouse’s unmarked facade—a slab of matte black and chrome. silent but for the heartbeat thrumming through its walls. No sign beckoned; the music was its own summons.
 A stretch lim