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Missing Persons Report: Rivers, S J (Miss) Police Report Shannon Rivers was last seen on the night of October 10, coming out of Ray’s Bar and Grill, at the junction of Orchard and Main, she flagged down a cab, being driven by Theodore K Bliss who swears, on oath, that he dropped her at her residence at 10758 Laurel Canyon Road! Bliss further states that Miss Rivers appeared in a medium state of intoxication, and that she kept talking about how she’d be cuddling up with Thor that night, and what the heck did vets know anyway! Miss Rivers was wearing a red knee length silk dress and four-inch matching heels, which were later found scattered in the lounge, along with a matching pair of underwear consisting of red bra and panties, thereby suggesting that Miss Rivers slept in the nude that night (for further info on this, read the statement from Richard Woodley)! ...

William was your average middle-American teenager, living with his parents in a modest home in a quaint, friendly neighborhood. His family purchased the home when he was three years old, and throughout his childhood, he became acquainted with most of his neighbors, both young and old; he trusted them. Like his own parents, they were hardworking, honest people. They did each other favors, looked after one another, and gathered during the holidays. It was an idyllic community, a relic of a bygone era. William was particularly fond of an elderly, childless widow named Olga. Olga, who would never reveal her true age, had immigrated to the United States from Russia - likely after World War II. ...

Traffic was bad, as Aurora sat silently in the back of the cab. Fortunately, it wouldn’t make her late for her job at The Galaxy Club where she’d been working as an exotic dancer for the past six months. She had graduated from Cornell University with a degree in Law, but had been unsuccessful in finding a position in the legal world. Fortunately, she wasn’t living below the poverty line as her bank account was reasonably healthy. ...

The three former college friends were looking forward to their annual camping trip in the mountains. They all enjoyed tent camping and tried to get together at least every couple of years in the great outdoors and just plain have girl’s fun. No husbands, no kids, no boyfriends. None of them really called themselves lesbians, but usually explored some fun sexual adventures when they camped. The three met at Ricki’s house and put their camping equipment into her large Nissan Pathfinder. Ricki had already packed the large tent they three girls would sleep and play in. The weekend soirees were always fun, some daytime hiking through the mountains and evening campfires catching up on gossip. Sometimes the evening activities would include some extra activities, occasionally male visitations. Who knows what will happen this year, always an adventure. ...

Roya was very curious about where she was going. She was with her new boyfriend, Franklin. They were traveling down a very secluded road. There were a couple of cars on this road. They were very few though. She knew that there was no way she could ever find her way down here again without a guide. Roya was a young 23 in age, but much older in her sexuality. She had pretty much done everything you could do with men and women. She considered herself a slut. She was proud of that title. She felt liberated by being as sexual as possible. She was also very attractive. She had fiery long red hair, green eyes, and her body measurements were 36C-26-36. She was wearing a black silk dress that did not need a bra and was also not wearing any panties. She loved flashing her pussy at people. Franklin was a very wealthy man who seemed like someone who would never even be with her. However, since she was so liberated in her sexual desires, and said there was nothing new for her, he challenged her to join him tonight. Roya could not say no to such an offer. ...

Karen, Deena and Sandy had been friends since college. All three had degrees in Home Economics and enjoyed cooking. They would host dinner parties at each other’s houses inviting other couples to join in. These adventurous women would occasionally take special food classes, sometimes for fun, sometimes to learn unique foods. “Well, good afternoon, ladies. The Exotic Meat Company welcomes you to our special personalized cooking class featuring unique meat products from around the world. Today we have a very special treat as we will feature meals that are prepared by the MegaBooba native tribe from the Snatchapora Island off of Africa.” ...

Ethnic Food I lay on my back. Below and above me there are other naked shrunken people. We are all stacked in a pile, laying on each other inside a metal container. My view is currently blocked by a pair of legs resting on my face, above it there are more bodies. I cannot move much, they must have injected me something that made my body go numb. There’s a strong smell of street food, something fried. There are muffled human voices around, it must be somewhere central, with large traffic of people. I try to listen closely, but I cannot recognize any words. ...

Penelope had been working at the local grocers for the last few months. She was nineteen, fairly pretty, with brunette hair that went to her shoulders and had a short fringe that stopped before her blue eyes. The store didn’t require any uniforms, so she was free to wear her assortment of simple, but lovely clothes. Most of the time she wore silk frocks with skirts that were of equally light colours. On hotter days such as this she opted for thin white dresses. These were often accompanied by black stockings with cute designs patterned across them, her kitty leggings being her favourite set. ...

The introduction: A remarkable change had occurred during the past millennium; Perhaps more sinister than remarkable. Soon after the turn of the 21st Century, a worldwide nuclear conflict broke out involving all the major powers. The force of the nuclear explosions had destroyed countless humans and animals alike. They also caused some inexplicable peculiarity to the human metabolism and chromosomes. These defects created much smaller and feeble males, and yet did not affect the female. They were born perfectly normal and developed into startling creatures with no defects whatsoever - even the common disabilities prevalent in the previous millenniums. So there are two outstanding results caused by the nuclear fall-outs; and thirdly, all those countries responsible were, quite simply, raised by their own petard. It did, however, cease all hostilities. No longer could the braying menfolk rattle sabres or flex their muscles, nor indeed, be any further threat to worldwide peace. After all, who could possibly take notice of heads of state ranting and raging at only six to twelve inches high? ...

Given to circumstances the beast is found in all of us - male and female alike - Robespiere I shall not delve into the whys and wherefores of that radical change in French history or the political dogma as many may know the cause and outcome. Instead, I would like to write about the unmentionable occurrences that transpired as a result of that historical event…. One can compare such horrors of human destruction to humans past and present, viz: The Holocausts such as the Soviet pogrom, the Cambodian Killing Fields and the Final Solution inflicted on the Jews and other ‘undesirables’ opposed to the Nazi Regime, and the rather lesser widespread slaughter of certain minorities for political, religious and lebensraum purposes, and all the horrors they entailed… So how can we deplore cannibalism - especially as such acts are at times virtually necessary? ...

This narrative is in first person singular and will change to third person towards the end. How many people, male or female, have certain fantasies which they are obsessed with… dream of daily and nightly? Innumerably, no doubt. I have had a particular fantasy since the age of about 7 or 8, and it involved cannibals; having seen in an old book that had drawn pictures of naked natives. The nakedness had a fascination for me, imagining that I was a white hunter in darkest Africa and had been captured by a savage tribe, and seeing them dance around me; but that’s as far as it went. It was many years later that my fantasies developed … from dominated by females (sexually as well as brutally) and began writing down my fantasies for a magazine and later, for various sites. All my stories were well received and sort after in several countries. ...

Author’s Chapter Notes: I hope you all enjoy reading Banfields own account of his demise. This story was written by my friend BANFIELD who is unable to post this magical txt for us all to read so he has kindly asked if I could post this story on his behalf, all credit should therefore go to him. I trust the forum members will give praise to his vision as I myself already have. Amanda. ...

Max was wide awake the very moment that he opened his eyes. He immediately leapt out of bed and rushed to wash up and brush his teeth. Most of the time this wouldn’t have been normal behavior for the high school student. Typically he would roll over, pulling the bedspread over his head, and resist getting up until his mother started nagging him to get out of bed. However, this was the morning of October 31st and, over the past few years, he’d been noticing changes in himself as Halloween, or Samhain, approached. The first year he’d noticed it, it wasn’t anything more than an increased altertness, even antsiness. He wasn’t able to figure out the reason for the feelings of agitation. However, they subsided fairly rapidly after Halloween was over and his memory of them faded. But they came back again the following Halloween, and they were stronger than the first year. He also became aware of sharper sensory perception, particularly the sense of smell. Once again, though, he quickly forgot about them after the holiday had passed. ...

WARNING: This story contains scenes of death by impailment, if you do not wish to read such scenes then don’t read this story. The cell in the Turkish prison was damp and cold; dirty straw lying on the floor was my only bed. From the nearby cells, came the sobs and cries of my recent companions, two of whom were young women. I lay on the straw, trying not to think of the dreadful fate that awaited us in the morning. ...

How could such a simple act as buying a woman’s magazine result in such a disaster? Peggy Harker and Ann Francis were friends; Peggy being a few months the younger. They had been friends since school days. Both were attractive blondes; nubile was an apt description, and more intelligent than most. Peggy had graduated in Biology, Ann in Business Studies. So they didn’t work together but met on most week ends and some weekday evenings. Ann was a little taller than Peggy; they were in the average height range. Ann had a boyfriend, Peggy had just split up from her’s, having found out that he had been seeing another girl on the side. Peggy had a younger brother, a late arrival, ten years younger. Ann was the middle of three siblings, the other two being boys. ...

This story contains scenes of crushing and bones breaking, not for the faint hearted. A group of herpetologists, connected to several universities, were planning a trip to the Amazon rain forests to further their knowledge of reptiles; particularly South American snakes. During their preliminary discussion of arrangements, a rumour arose of a very large snake that had been interfering with the lives of villagers in a particular part of the forest. Several villagers had disappeared over the years, but the local opinion was that this was the work of one or more jaguars. The scientists agreed that they should make that area the base for their research. If there was a large snake living in the vicinity they were almost duty bound to find it and do some trials. Their base was located near the village and a week before they arrived, a villager lost a large dog in circumstances that made it unlikely to be the work of a big cat. ...

(No vegans were harmed in the writing of this story) Cody was sitting in the Wild Ginger vegan restaurant, a few blocks from the law school he was attending, finishing up his supper of soba noodle soup with tofu, seaweed, spinach and mushrooms, with a side order of yam and taro tempura. A couple years ago, when in his mid-twenties, he’d been an undercover investigator working for an animal rights organization. During his time with the organization, he’d gotten jobs at several factory farm operations, where he’d used a hidden camera to surreptitiously film workers abusing animals. He’d had a successful career, exposing numerous abuses at each of the operations. ...

Dan was definitely feeling down, Mitzi had walked out on him again, she just did not trust him, he could not think why, as he only ever smiled back at the many pretty girls who admired him. Dan was in his early twenties, good looking by any standards, with an athletic body, firm stomach and curly dark hair. There was one particular attractive girl who had dropped her phone number in his pocket the other night, perhaps he should give her a call, as he did not fancy a lonely weekend. ...

“Has everyone has been invited to the party?”, asked Ellen, a lovely blond girl with a stunning figure and long legs. “Not everyone my darling”, replied Jeff, as he smiled at her. Jeff could not believe his luck that such a beautiful creature would even look at him, let alone agree to go out with him. Mind you Jeff was better looking then the average guy, dark curly hair slim figure and latent muscles. ...

This story contains scenes of being eaten, biten and chewed - not for the squeemish! Christiaan made his way down to the water’s edge. The pathway was enclosed by trees and he walked past a shelter that overlooked the Loch. The path came out in a stretch of shingle and a rectangular rocky edge that stretched out to be submerged in the water. To the right trees covered the steep valley slopes and the valley walls ran parallel with the water towards the horizon; disappearing around folds. The water was calm and reflected the hills. The day was clear and sunny as Christiaan looked out over Loch Ness. ...

Joanna switched off the CD player, wound the windows up and got out of the car. One of her neighbours passed by and yelled “Hey Joanna! Looking good as always!” She turned, laughed and said, “Thank you, Mike! But I’ve had better days!” “Good day, today?” “Hectic.” “Ahh no, sorry to hear that. Maybe you should pop round my place for a bit and chill out. I’ve got a mountain of wine bottles at home!” ...

“There!” We turn to look where Adam is pointing, see nothing but forest. Then Tabitha points. “There! By the second big tree.” Then we see it. The clearing. As we move closer we can see the natives, thin, wiry men and women. Some of the men carry spears. Some of the women carry babies. Adam throttles down the outboard and the dugout eases toward shore. Just as the canoe nudges ground men rush forward. I turn to Adam, but he just sits, calmly, in the back of the boat. ...

He followed her into the living room where she instructed him to turn around. She carefully placed the handcuffs on him and squeezed them tight, when he complained that they were a little too tight, she smiled squeezed them a little tighter and said,“Relax.” She then produced a colorful scarf and proceeded to bind his feet. Sitting him down on the couch she turned and said she would be right back, then quickly disappeared into the kitchen. ...

As I lay on your plate, looking up and watching you eat, my excitement continues to mount. It’s been months since I was reduced to this size, roughly two inches in height. Every moment I’ve spent as your tiny plaything has been wonderful. I’m not sure what I’ve enjoyed most; there have been so many wonderful experiences… standing in the bottom of the bathtub as you showered, with the dirty, soapy water running off of your body, flooding down over me, nearly washing me away down the drain… laying on the floor while you played with my helpless little body under the sole of your shoe, always wishing you would just step on me and crush me into goo… the entire days I’ve spent trapped inside of your bra, or squashed in the crotch of your panties. Even the time your dropped me into the toilet while you were going to the bathroom, and then stood there afterward with your fingers on the toilet handle, toying with me and threatening to flush me, was wonderful. ...

As I lay on your plate, looking up and watching you eat, my excitement continues to mount. It’s been months since I was reduced to this size, roughly two inches in height. Every moment I’ve spent as your tiny plaything has been wonderful. I’m not sure what I’ve enjoyed most; there have been so many wonderful experiences… standing in the bottom of the bathtub as you showered, with the dirty, soapy water running off of your body, flooding down over me, nearly washing me away down the drain… laying on the floor while you played with my helpless little body under the sole of your shoe, always wishing you would just step on me and crush me into goo… the entire days I’ve spent trapped inside of your bra, or squashed in the crotch of your panties. Even the time your dropped me into the toilet while you were going to the bathroom, and then stood there afterward with your fingers on the toilet handle, toying with me and threatening to flush me, was wonderful. ...

As Danielle lead me to her dorm room, I was overcome with excitement. This was the moment I had been waiting for since the day I met her in my History class. Danielle was one of those women who really stood out, she had an exotic beauty. For an Asian-American girl she was very tall, about six foot three. Her body was athletic like there was no tomorrow, she was firm and lightly muscled. She was on the track team and had been very successful. She had short hair, which she dyed a burgundy shade. She also wore a pair of silvery wire frame glasses, which I thought was sort of cute. ...

(Previous Green Valley Tale: Tales of Green Valley 7: An old friend surprises Tammy) Tales of Green Valley # 8: A VERY messy End [A story written by request, as a HORROR STORY! Do not read this unless you have a very strong stomach. FF/f, willing trash, but horrible events and results including HARD vore and DEATH.] Jane was 23, she should have graduated college last June and had told her parents she had. She also said she had found a job locally and would not be coming home. In reality, she had dropped out of college two years earlier and had been working as a waitress at some local places. She had her own apartment, in West End, the poorer industrial part of a big city in Colorado. Her wages barely paid the bills and she had resorted to making a few extra dollars selling herself for the customers to fuck in the storeroom at her last job. Unfortunately, this led to being caught and fired. ...