Vore House - Uncharted Island - Director's Cut

Vore House was a DeviantArt group about a survivor-style TV show where the girls were eaten when they were voted off. Sexy fun and I was happy to contribute a story.

It was, for reasons, shut down by DA but continues in spirit with VoreCreator - one of the group founders.

His recent 'Vore House - Uncharted Island' series just wrapped the end of Round 3 and I was happy to be able to contribute a "Director's Cut" writing snippet to extend the delicious end of a character from 4-5 lines into something a little more verbose.

You can find the full chapter end here: Vore House - Uncharted Island - End Of Round Three

And here's about half of my writing contribution.

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The slugs rained down on her, landing with a series of wet *sput* noises amidst delighted gasps from the vore-loving beauty.

"Ohhh... Amazing!" She gasped, staring in delight as their sticky, slimy bodies moved across her curvy form.

Grunting in pain as they began to feast on her amazing body she bit her lip and let her fantasy overwhelm the painful bites with waves of pleasure.

As Tiffany moaned and writhed beneath the growing blanket of ravenous slugs, a rather large slug found its way to her nether reign. Gasping as she felt it push into her, she cried out in pure pleasure as the thick slug proceeded to slowly force its slick way up into her glistening pussy.

"OOhhHHHhHHHhooohhH!" Tiffany cried, hips shuddering from the delicious violation. Feeling the slug take a bite inside her, she beamed and reveled in her surrender to them as a vore girl should - as their food.
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You can find the rest of Tiffany's gleeful consumption, and more about her run in Vore House, here: Vore House - Uncharted Island - End Of Round Three

Feel free to follow VoreCreator's excellent series over at his DA page where you can vote for which girl goes next and even chime in on how she will go!

Cheers.
Bill

Superheroine Slaughter?

This example of D/s and the eroticism of losing control just rolled through my head.

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"What's the party called again?" Maid Lily asked as she and Avenging Angel strode towards the giant warehouse complex.

"It's a Superheroine Slaughter party." Avenging Angel replied, an eager smile teasing at her lush lips as she ran her hands down her curvy form.

"That's a crazy name!" Maid Lily laughed, her ample bosom jiggling enticingly in her lace top as she did. "Why is it called that?"

"Because it's all about slaughtering superheroines like us." Avenging Angel purred, full hips wriggling eagerly.

"Ha-ha! But, thanks to our super formula injections, we're all indestructible - bullets bounce off of us and we can use train tracks as toothpicks! So, what's the joke?" Maid Lily asked, bemused by the idea and curious why her sexy compatriot was so keyed up.

"No joke. And, that's the point." Avenging Angel replied. "At this party, you can die."

"Whaaat?!? How?" Maid Lily gasped, a surge running up her spine at the thought.

"Party secret. But, it works. Remember Dashette?" Avenging Angel asked.

"Yes! She's the sexy red blur from Chicago!" Maid Lily nodded.

"Was." Avenging Angel corrected. "And tonight Autumn Wild has promised me a game of chess with the winner getting to end the life of the loser in any way they choose."

"Either you or the Maid of the Grove will die tonight?!?" Maid Lily blurted, eyes huge. "That's... that's c-"

"So fucking hot." Avenging Angel moaned, hunger in her voice. "Feeling risk again? Peril? Knowing that, for the first time in ages your life and limb depend on what's about to happen? Ohhh... oh yes. I'll have some of that."

"That's... that's..."

"What's happening at this party. Come on girl, let's risk death to live a little." Avenging Angel purred, leading Maid Lily by the hand and into the party.
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I blame Kathyrne and her peril art for a big part of this.

But, the point is that when someone has great power and control, letting go of it all can be the sexiest damn thing in the world.

Cheers,
Bill