>>126684

great, it really looks like a page of a actual AAA comic book

>>132591
>>132594
Source/Artist?
Both look familiar.
Thank you.
Picrel Artist is Batgott.

>>134017
Here you are:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/105670806
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/94173996

>>133333
Although I think the flipping is unnecessary, thank you very much for decensoring!

nhentai and hitomi.la has most of his work. original japanese and tons of translattions.

You really are dragging out all the classics
Amazing !

A classic masterpiece.

And very influential! ^^

>>133374
LOL! Fuck yeah it is!

Do to the fact that voting is currently tied, and i'd rather the season finale to not have a winner, I am putting in a last minute vote for Pixie-Bob to die

Pixie-Bobs stone horse ran across the empty fields of NGL. The Pro Heroes Association had been getting reports of a dangerous new species in this region of insect, so they sent the Pussy-cats to scout out the countryside, and gather information. However they had already ran into trouble. The first major problem was they had to leave all modern equipment behind, including their gear. After her teammates had changed into the NGL approved clothes all that was left wasn't something she enjoyed. The brown fabric shirt was to small, and tightly hugged her breasts which bulged obviously out. The brown pants weren't much better, her bubbly butt was far to emphasized for her taste, and if she sat wrong, the outline of her pussy was clearly visible. The worst part however where the boots, and socks. Even though it was summer, all they had left where a pair off winter socks that went up to her knees, and a pair of beaten up boots that would blister her feet if warm without socks. So her feet where hot as hell, and her socks soaking wet.

“Ugh! I can't take this anymore”

Ryuko said ripping the boots off, and tossing them aside, before slipping of the socks doing the same with them. She sighed with relief as the cool wind hit her sweaty feet. She wiggled her tiny toes, admiring her blue painted toes for a second, before looking back at the horizon with a serious expression. The second major problem was the group had decided to split up to cover more ground. She was starting to regret that. Her stone horse skidded to a halt, as three figures appeared in the distance. She dismounted her horse, the wet grass felt nice against her bare soles, and in between her toes.

“Who are you”

She demanded as the figures approached.

“A human dares to talk to the king in such a way?”

A hulking red man growled. A fair skinned man with butterfly wings snickered

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Alice-…Holy Shit

Lauren-Pixie-Bob had an extremely powerful quirk, but that wasn't enough to keep up with Neferpitou's far superior physical abilities

Alice-That should have been our Halloween special, like fuck

Lauren-Not only that, but Pituos non-physical abilities are nothing to scoff at. Provided with the corpses of strong people, her underlings could easily over power Ryukos. Not only that, but she can bolster her already great physical advantage

Alice-Poor Pixie was also outdone in the mental side of this battle. Neferpitou was able to learn how to understand, and physically manipulate the human brain after only being born for a few hours, while Ryuko was only an average 31 year old women when it came to intelligence. The ant was also far more brutal than the hero. She was not only willing, but happy to attack Pixie-Bob emotionally, while Ryuko had a rather kind nature

Lauren-In the end Pixie-Bob was completely outmatched in this fight

Alice-I guess curiosity really did kill the cat, well curiosity, and the weird, blood thirsty, human, ant, cat hybrid

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>>15456
man i wanna this but now with Pitou being nice dead and played with! Mmm…

Can you please upload anywhere else? Mega gives "exceeded daily quota" can't download the checkpoint :(

I've been playing with this and I'm getting like some good results but its not that properly understood, maybe needs to bake a tad harder to understand some concepts. Would you be able to provide a list of tags you've added, stuff like the spit roast or artists?

>>23172
i never added any artists but next version will have that. all the taggs it was trained on where in the preview images. but next version is jumping from 1.5k images to 4k and i will let the model train a little longer this time.

Can anyone one ban this category?
I thought realistic things are forbidden here.

>>39156
>I thought realistic things are forbidden here.
that is correct.
but it is allowed, to upload realistic AI elsewhere and post a link here.
the OP is doing a little self-advertising for commissions, which is not unusual and generally accepted.
the OP is a regular content creator on GUROchan, so this is not spam either.
it is also clear, that this thread is not asking for more realistic content being uploaded here.

in conclusion, the thread itself is okay and does belong on /s.
the sample pic however is questionable and in fact against the rules.
in such cases, GUROchan tends to be as lenient as possible.
I'm not deleting this, someone else still might.


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>>133807
>>133808
source: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/74586077

https://smp15.simplex.im/i#ZBQCdUzbautFBc4Xyjts0luK2TeiWtiL/MONnnp4sawDC7XTJDZZh9xnLZmxZyWxB-x2DEDt32nQ
Try that

I made a updated link
https://discord.gg/qD7rm52Ay
I will also be making a SimpleX account to link from there.

anyone into fantasy rape chat about 18+ celebs, etc?

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anyone into fantasy wwyd rape chat about 21+ celebs or OF sluts?

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Updated discord link?

. The biological hardware remains, but the software of 'personality' has been effectively deleted."

Martha stepped back, the heels of her shoes clicking with a rhythmic, hollow sound. She looked at Lauren not as a child, but as a successful experiment. "The patient is no longer burdened by the chaos of the self. There is no more anxiety to trigger, no more failure to dread. She has transitioned from a subject of fluctuating mood to a state of permanent, stable equilibrium."

"Observe the contrast," Martha directed, her voice adopting the crisp, rhythmic cadence of a seasoned professor. She pivoted her body, shifting her focus from the frontal region to the back of Lauren’s skull, gesturing with a gloved hand toward the base of the girl's neck and the crown of her head. "While the executive center has been silenced, the architecture of the lower brain remains entirely pristine. The cerebellum continues its silent work, maintaining the basic equilibrium of the body; the brainstem remains an unwavering sentinel, pulsing with the automaticity of breath and heartbeat. We have not erased the machine, merely disconnected the operator."

She leaned in further, her finger tracing an imaginary line along the occipital lobe. "The visual cortex is still firing, processing the flickering of the overhead lights, though the capacity to assign meaning to those flashes has vanished. The temporal lobes still receive the sounds of this room, the hum of the camera and the click of my heels, her hippocampus comitting it all to memories, unfiltered without a frontal lobe to decide whats worth keeping and what can be thrown out and forgotten. The animal is intact; the person is gone."

Martha stepped back to survey her work, her expression one of clinical satisfaction. She looked down at Lauren, who remained as still as a sculpture carved from wax. The girl’s chest rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic tide—a biological clock ticking away in a room where the concept of time no longer existed. To the observer, Lauren looked asleep, but to the trained eye, the vacancy in her gaze was a profound, yawning void.

"Now, consider the internal landscape," Martha continued, her voice a smooth, academic drone as she gestured vaguely toward the crown of Lauren's head. "Within the skull, the frontal lobes are currently in a state of frantic, ghost-like activity. They are firing in a vacuum, sending out signals to a world they can no longer touch. Imagine a pianist playing a complex concerto, only to discover the keys have been removed from the instrument. The muscles are moving, the effort is there, but there is no sound, no resonance. She is attempting to parse the loss of outside stimuli—the sudden silence of a world that used to scream—but there is no bridge left to carry the realization back to her conscious mind."

Martha leaned back, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the clinical white of the wall. "Over time, we expect this residual firing to fade through simple disuse. The neural pathways, deprived of feedback, will eventually atrophy, sliding into a permanent, blissful dormancy. What remains is a docile, easy-to-care-for patient. A child who will not fight her caretakers, nor fight the confusing currents of her own mind. This is the ultimate utility of the procedure: the total eradication of internal conflict. Violent outburst, psychosis and other mential disorders."

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Martha stopped by the tray, her gaze lingering on the silver tools. "Of course, our objective here was not the removal of a hemisphere, but the strategic severing of the emotional highways. Yet, the principle of plasticity remains the same. In the archives of the mid-century, there are two poorly documented cases—shadowy footnotes in medical journals—of children Lauren’s age who were subjected to similar 'quieting' for being unruly or unmanageable. They were described as hollowed out, vacant, drifting ghosts for months. And then, a year later, they returned. They didn't just recover; they reintegrated. They returned to a tearing their clothes and smashing toys."

She looked back at Lauren, who lay as still as a fallen leaf. "There is a theoretical hope, then. Not a hope for the Lauren who entered this room—that girl was a collection of anxieties and social obligations—but a hope for a new Lauren. A version of her that has navigated the void and built a bridge across the silence."

Martha reached out and ducked her bangs away from her eyes, a gesture that was almost tender, though it lacked any genuine emotional warmth. The nurse then turned toward the recording equipment, her movements efficient. "We shall see if the plasticity of a sixth-grader can outrun the finality of a steel spike. The biological clock has been reset. Now, we wait for the rewire."

With a decisive click, Martha deactivated the camera. The red light vanished, plunging the room into a sudden, oppressive silence that was no longer recorded for science. She didn't linger. She began to clear the tray, the metallic clatter of the instruments sounding like a closing door.

Martha worked in a focused, rhythmic silence, the sounds of the room shifting from the theatricality of a recorded lecture to the mundane chores of a clinic. She wiped the table with a pungent disinfectant, the smell of lemon and bleach cutting through the sterile air. Lauren remained exactly where she had been left, her head resting on the cold vinyl, her expression one of profound, empty peace. She didn't move when the air conditioning kicked in, sending a sudden, sharp draft across her exposed skin. The biological reflex to shiver was there, but the mind that would interpret the chill as "cold" was a fragmented map with no legend.

For a long time, Lauren simply existed as a series of pulses. She was the slow rise and fall of her chest; she was the faint, rhythmic thrum of blood in her ears; she was the weight of her own limbs pressing into the table. The world had narrowed to the physical boundaries of her skin. There was no "Lauren" to occupy the space, only a biological entity processing a stream of sensory data that it no longer knew how to categorize. A fly landed on her cheek, its tiny legs prickling against her skin, but she didn't blink. The sensation arrived at the brainstem, but it died at wall of severed white matter. it could reach a center capable of deciding that a fly was an annoyance.

Eventually, the silence was broken by the soft, metallic rattle of a wheelchair being maneuvered into the room. Martha didn't move alone; she signaled for a junior orderly, a quiet man whose presence was as unobtrusive as the beige walls. Together, they approached the table, their movements coordinated and devoid of urgency. They didn't speak to Lauren; they spoke about her, treating her body as a piece of luggage that needed careful shifting.

With a synchronized heave, they hoisted her from the table. Because the procedure had stripped away her motor functions, Lauren’s body was heavy and limp, her limbs swinging with a loose, pendulous momentum. She was dressed only in her simple white underwear, her small frame looking startlingly fragile against the industrial grey of the wheelchair. Her arms draped over the armrests like discarded scarves, and her head lolled to the side, her gaze fixed on a distant, unremarkable point on the floor. There was no struggle, no instinctive attempt to right herself; she was a passenger in a vessel that had lost its rudder.

The journey through the hallway was a series of rhythmic jolts. Every bump in the linoleum sent a shudder through Lauren’s spine, but the sensation arrived in her mind as a series of unrelated vibrations, devoid of the concept of "movement." She saw the ceiling lights pass over her in a blurring strobe of fluorescent white, a conveyor belt of light that she watched with a vacant, glassy curiosity. To her, the world had become a sequence of textures and flashes, a sensory movie with the sound turned off and the plot deleted.

They arrived at the recovery ward, a room that smelled of old linens and ozone. The orderly maneuvered the chair into a corner, tucked away from the main thoroughfare but within sight of the nursing station. He didn't

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He didn't bother to adjust her posture; he simply left her there, slumped in the chair, her chest rising and falling in a slow, mechanical cadence. Martha stepped back to survey the placement, her eyes scanning the room for any potential hazards. She didn't check if Lauren was comfortable; comfort was an emotional state, and Lauren was now an entity of pure biology.

"Wait here," Martha said, though she didn't look at the girl. "The parents should be arriving within the hour. Ensure she doesn't slide out of the chair."

The orderly nodded and retreated, leaving Lauren in the heavy silence of the ward. She sat in the stillness, her eyes open and unblinking. A clock on the wall ticked with a sharp, metallic snap, each second a physical strike against the silence. For the first time in twelve years, the noise didn't bother her. The ticking didn't signal the approach of a deadline or the pressure of a classroom; it was simply a sound, a rhythmic pulse in a world that had finally stopped asking things of her.

Somehow, this story is the sexiest non-sexual story I could ever imagine.

asstr-mirror[dot]org/files/Authors/Eficient/www/index [dot]html

He also reposted some other stories here, just search for the eficient Name. Not sure about Emily's journey specifically though.

The only stories on this website here (Guro) that I know of involving cannibalism are these two.

Two very good stories.


Eficient The Farm

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/koko.php?res=13838#p7_30332


A prequel to The Farm

https://boards.guro.cx/lit/koko.php?res=22356&page=0

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Basting with drippings.

Momentary relief from the oven.

Set time, temperature, auto basting, set!

Cooking Prong forks test roasting progress.

Requests?

This image is talking about how this little girl has loving parents who spent big effort in raising her that must be worrying about her well-being as she doesn't return her home, but she is dying from her limbs cut being apart at that very moment. It is an exciting thought, if you want to think in erotic manner.
However, I don't otherwise put big meanings to death. It's just something that happens to everyone eventually. At least, you can't mess up so badly that you end up not dying sometime in next few decades

This is what turns me on so much about it. I have done so much, and could be anything, I should be strong and do things, but I'm just too horny, I need to die as an orgasming sex toy, I can't help it

Source?

>>24856
That's a shame. While not complete, it had older archives of artists that have gone or moved on. Anyone know if there are similar alternatives?

Fear not,help is near:
https://pawchive.pw

I thought they always did that. Guro is on exhentai, not ehentai.

>>25159
pawchive is great so far, the only real downside is no Discord imports (yet) and a smaller library than Kemono since they're starting from zero

Testing

>>64145 - >>64147
nice money shots, like the view from below. But why censored? (guessing pixiv, but your other pics aren't)

I just didn't have time to post the uncensored versions. I might do so in future works.

Pranked episode 4: magic trick

Casual, torture, creative kills, con, semi con

A new video appears on the trickster channel. Nep is standing on a stage, between three women. Two completely naked on the sides, and one behind him dressed like a magician. She wears fish net stockings, a corset that starts after her pussy and stops before her boobs, white gloves, and a magician top hat. All three show big smiles to the camera. Nep starts talking. "Hello tricksters! Today's episode will be quite the magic one! Our trickster today is Zatanna right behind me, I'll let her explain." The woman seems at ease with the camera. "Hello dear spectators, my name is Zatanna, I'm a professional magician. My friends, Dinah and Helena, with myself, wanted to prank our other friend, Selina. As well as offering you a snuff show for your pleasure! Selina believes we need her help to record a magic show, and that it will be completely snuff-free. We prepared everything, she should arrive any minute now."

At the same time a few members of the slave crew inform them that Selina is coming. "Then that means I have to hide. Can't let her suspect anything" he winks and leaves. Selina enters the stage not long after. She doesn't seem bothered at all by her nakedness and shows it with pride. She has brown skin, short dark hair, and emerald eyes. She steps on the stage unaware that the camera is already recording. "Hello girls! So everyone's ready?" She and the others chat for a bit before getting in position. Selina walks to the left of the screen. A slave crew member pretends to turn the camera on, and they start.

Zatanna in the middle speaks to the camera. "Everybody, welcome to Zaranna's Magic show! I will perform several magic tricks for you, and even if this show is recorded, every trick you see really happened!" Helena grabs a deck of cards from out of the screen. She shows it to the camera, it's completely normal. She then brings it to Zatanna. "For this first trick, we're going to start with one known by everyone! Selina, please pick a card, and show it to the camera." Selina picks and shows the Ace of heart. At the same time, Dinah appears with a lighter. "Now, please burn it." as Selena burnt the card, she suddenly looks pretty pained and unwell for a few seconds. "Please spectators, keep this card in mind, we'll come back to it."

Selina and Dinah leave the screen as Helena enters it. She poses showing her back, or rather her ass to the camera. It's filled with a butt plug. As Zatanna's pulls on it more and more appear from Helena's ass. One meter, two meters, and yet it kept going. Helena's face was in pure bliss. After dozens of meters of dildo, appear anal beads. The beads' sizes ranged from marbles all the way up to bowling balls, each causing different reactions from Helena. After the bowling balls there were only three cards left coming out of Helena's ass. Ace of club, ace of dimond, and the ace of spade. "we're getting closer but we're not here yet!" with a slap on her ass Helena leaves the screen while Dinah and Selina enters it again, bringing two boxes and two saw. Dinah on the left with a vertical box, and Selina with an horizontal one.

Both girls step inside. Zatanna grabs Dinah's saw and uses it directly, the box is cut in three parts, and they aren't aligned. Yet, while Dinah seems in pain, she doesn't look like she's snuffed or even bleeding. Then as Zatanna grabs Selina's saw, she sneakily gets out of her box. Zatanna places the saw between Selina's ass cheeks and pussy lips. Dinah and Helena each rush to grab a leg, and pull. Signs from the studio turn on with the words "Get snuffed!" in red. As everyone screams "Pranked" Selina has barely enough time to register before Zatanna saws. Since the girls pull on Selina's legs strongly, it only takes a few slides for Zatanna to shred Selina's flesh all the way to her lungs. Selina's face is filled with pain with touches of betrayal as her friends are letting her bleed out. As the remaining three girls laugh, Zatanna reaches to grab Selina's heart and with a snatching move rip it from her ribcage. And during the very few seconds Selina had left, she felt her friend rip her heart, and open it. "here it is!" Zatanna said as she pulled a bloody card from the beating organ. "The ace of heart!" Selina realised it's all for a card trick, but at least it's a good one. And she snuffed it.

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Pranked episode 5: one last song

Casual, lolis, torture, beating, gore, F/F/F, con, semicon,eager.


You receive a notification from the trickster channel, but this time it's not a new video, it's the launch of a live stream. With a click, Nep appears in the middle of the screen. This time again he's with naked beauties, but they aren't nobodies. Nep is between the naked forms of the three idols from most famous K-pop as of today, Huntr/x. On the right stands Mira, with her stern face, parts of her long pink hair are tied in twin tails. On the right is Zoey, always showing a warm smile, her black hair in two tight buns. Finally, behind him stands Rumi, the leader. She has a stance overflowing with charisma and confidence, in other circumstances, she could easily steal the lead from Nep. She has long purple hair tied in a single braid reaching her ankles. All three of them wear a single collar with a 'Huntr/x 4 life' pendant, as their sole form of clothing.

"Hello everyone! I want to thank you all for your support since the beginning of this series. It's thanks to you that this episode is possible. As you noticed this isn't a video but a live stream, it's because every five episodes we'll do a special show with a larger scale. For this first special episode, the group Huntr/x accepted to do a featuring! Thank you girls!" The three girls were clearly used to TV appearances, and they prepared an answer both professional and natural. "no, thank you, without you we would never have been able to reach this many people." Nep takes back the lead for the camera. "It's true that today's event will be able to reach a lot of people. We want to go all out! we decided to break the world record of the most-attended ticketed concert! The previous was at 450,000. Today we gathered 1,000,000!" The camera changes to a drone view, showing the naked mass of almost 1,000,000 people. "The men and boys who bought a ticket were brought to special lounges to enjoy the show, girls who bought premium ones were gathered in one too."

There are several cameras inside the crowd to capture the stage. Visible on one of them there's a group of fan girls who completely dedicated their lives to the idol group. They each took on one of the girls' iconic hair styles. Their bodies are covered in tattoos. 'I love Rumi/Mira/Zoey', all over their face and torso, face song lyrics on their limbs and back, and 'Huntr/x 4 live' branded on their forehead, visible when they turn. In the corner of another there's a lesbian trouple sharing kisses switching between each others, while two kiss the third cuddles. And on the last camera appears a milf with her daughter, probably around 8, who is struggling to watch what happens on the stage since she's only at ass-level for every other girl in front of her. Her mother lifts her and let her sit on her shoulders.

the camera cuts back to the four of them. Zoey resume the talking. "On top of that, girls who bought their ticket had to accept special rules. They couldn't bring any recoding device, including their phones. We said it's to prevent illegal diffusion of this special concert, but it's really to prevent any of them from watching this very live stream." Nep makes a wink accompanied by Zoey's, while Mira and Rumi give a smirk to the camera, as Mira talks. "To enforce this rule we prohibited any clothing in the concert. To compensate we offered to keep their belongings safe, and gave everyone accessories." Finally as the crowd becomes more eager, and loud, Rumi speaks. "We'll be starting the prank in the middle of our new song. Have a special way of knowing when to start so we prepared a keyword to start everything. But for now, the crowd is calling us we need to go." with skillful moves, the idols turn and walk to the stage. Cut.


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Bump

>>27665
Bump!
I think this is the only scenario where a Live slave was the reward, right? Wonder, if she's still alive as a pain slave/trophy, or taxidermied..

>>31474
Thanks ^^
yes and no, this is the most obvious one and the only confirmed, but there some slaves included in the belongings of other victims ;)

on a side note, I do plan to resume writing stories here, I plan to write a new story very soon which will be the start of a new thread ;)