Hello everyone I'm looking for someone to realize this fantasy of mine.

Title: A Horrible End. Duration: 120 seconds. Characters: Triss (Futa), Yennefer (Futa) and Ciri (Child). Setting: In a forest. Try to make it as detailed as possible. History Part 1: Ciri tries in vain to escape. She is captured and the punishment begins for her. She has his hands free and tries to resist. Triss puts her cock in her mouth, while Yennefer penetrates her from behind. Final cum. Part 2: Ciri is tied upside down to a branch of a tree. Taking turns yennefer and Triss, they let her taste their cock. Final cum. Part 3: Exhausted Ciri tries in vain to escape crawling. But Triss and Yennefer have a final surprise in store for her. With a magic they transform their cocks, like that of a horse. Triss sits on the ground with his hard cock upwards. Yennefer grabs Ciri and impales her on Triss's cock. The cock comes out of her mouth. Meanwhile Yennefer penetrates Ciri's ear, letting his horse dick come out on the opposite side. Final Cum. Part 4: (The cocks of Yennefer and Triss return human) Ciri lies dead on the ground. But it is not over yet. Triss grabs Ciri's head and pulls it off. She uses it to put his balls inside Ciri's mouth and masturbate. Meanwhile Yennefer uses Ciri's feet, with boots, to become a shoejob. Final Cum. (Both girls sit on the ground to do these things).

Ben hadn't noticed that his babysitter sneaked out until long after she was gone, Initially the young boy was mad that he had been left alone but soon the boy realized what an opportunity it was. First thing he did was put on the 'showtime' channel that had all the R rated movies him mom didn't let him watch. They were rife with action, violence and the occasional flashing of boobies. The young boy was still too little to be really turned on by them...but they sure were fun to look at for! Once he had his fill he went to the kitchen and ate an entire carton of ice cream before stealing a dozen cookies. A few hours later he came back, snacking some more before heading to bed at nearly 11pm, hours past his bed time. He plopped down in his bed, his little belly swollen with sweets. He kicked off his sneakers, showing of his heavily grayed days old socks before laying down. For a while he was unable to fall asleep but after lifting his shirt and popping the button on his shorts he was able to doze off. Leaving his shorts open and underwear exposed, drool spilling down the side of his face as he slept

Though he wouldn't sleep soundly for long, before long the young boy began to toss and turn in his sleep. His mind doing its best too keep him from waking as a deep pain began to shoot through his guts. His stomach churning a bubbling against the massive intake of sweets. Before long he woke with groan and wicked tummy ache. He rubbed his swollen belly as it churned and bubbled beneath his fingers. Ben groaned again, feeling a wave of nausea strike him. Drool smeared all over the right side of his face, but yet more saliva began to spill into his mouth. Then came the terrible sensation that young Ben knew all to well. That awful tickle in the back of his throat. The muscles loosening and opening up. Getting ready to expel the contents of his stomach.

"Ohhh nooo" He whined, quickly hopping out of his bed, his filthy socks slapping the hard wood floor. He shuffled quickly out of his room and headed down the hall. He was going to spew, he knew it was coming, that tickle in his throat let him know it was already too late for him to have any hope of not barfing. Not even halfway down the hall and his stomach lurched, he instinctively threw his hand up to cover his mouth as he gagged

"Bleephhff" A disgusting gurgling came out of his throat as he upchucked a creamy slime of bile and half digested ice cream. It sprayed out between his fingers and splattered onto the floor. Ben tried to push on, but he was already throwing up. He hoped he could make it to the bathroom with only a small mess to clean up, but unfortunately he was not so lucky.

He made a shuffling four steps before a gurgling belch sent a violent spray of barf shooting out from his lips, this a much more chunky colorful chum of partially digested candy and sweets. He tried to keep it from spilling out of his mouth with his hand but only succeeded in vomiting all over himself, puke dripping down his arm to his elbow and splattering the front of his shirt. The wretch sour taste kept him from keeping his mouth clenched and the burning sensation in his throat was too much to bare. He gave in, pulling his puke covered hand away from his face he leaned over just a bit and began to projectile vomit right onto the floor

Puke sprayed out of his throat for what seemed like ages, the foul taste of bile washing over his tongue as the muscles in his stomach continue to contract. The chunky spray of colorful spew splattered to the floor just in front of his feet. A pile of white mush with colorful chunks and bits of half dejected cake and candy began to grow as he barfed. Before long the pile of vomit overtook his toes, his own bile seeping into his socks before burying his toes in vomit. His throat burned terribly, all the way up to his nose.

Tears streamed down the young boys face as he begged for his body to stop, as far as the boy knew, throwing up was the worst thing that he could suffer through. Finally, after what seemed like hours to the small boy, vomit stopped coming up out of his throat. He coughed, sputtered and spat, groaning as the pain in his tummy as well as the nausea had not subsided. The foul taste of vomit clung to his tongue, making his stomach churn, no matter how many time he spat the taste wouldn't leave. Suddenly he hiccuped, and up came more vomit. Just enough to fill his little mouth and spill over his bottom lip, dripping down his chin.

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This pony's Dong Needs to be Frozen in a block of Ice..

So if anyone is willing to make this edit happen, would be greatful.

Holly shivered as she stood in her families living room in just her panties. She was 14 and had already developed considerably. With a 34 C chest, a 22 inch waist and a 35 inch hips, her 5'1" frame was quite attractive. 'Breeding hips' her father had called them; and not lightly either. She had already had three of his children, a little girl named Mercades, born when she was 12, and had just given birth to twin boys a year ago. The kids were a handful, but her other sisters were helpful. She had an older sister, Clara who had three daughters, two her dads, and one her brothers. There was an older still sister Rachel, but she had been spit roasted and bar-b-qued last summer. She had had 4 girls in a row and had been roasted. Her oldest brother Ken, who had fathered them was cooked and eaten first. The human cannibalism laws realized that just cooking the girls was a recipie for no humans left, so boys were on the menu as well. Girls could be cooked, but only if they had enough children to replace them. That meant three children. Hollies youngest sister, Dana was only 11 and had not gotten pregnent yet.
Hollies brother Virgil, was standing on the other side of the room with her father. She was standing there with Clara. Their brother was working toward his journeymen certificate as a longpig chef and he needed a subject to snuff. As the only girls in his family he could practice on (their mom had been snuffed several years ago) he was picking between the two. Virgils eyes finally landed on Holly and he nodded. Her father dismissed Clara from the room. And they went into the back yard to practice.
"Go in just under the sternum, down, around the belly button, and end just above the cunt" Hollies brother demonstrated with a finger simulating the knife. Holly was on all fours with her brother behind her. He had been pointing out the things he needed to know for the journeymans exam. He was going to be getting a longpig selected from the lottery, but was allowed to practice at home under the eyes of his father, who was a master chef.
"Correct," said his father. "You're doing very well, I'm sure you'll pass this exam with flying colors."
"I sure hope so," said Virgil.
"Well, I think that's about all for now, and I'm sure you could use some time to relieve some stress." Jonas nodded to his daughter, "So I'll leave you two alone to do that."
Jonas Crittendon walked out of the room and Virgil turned to his sister, who remained on all fours looking back at him, almost expectantly, he thought.
He slid her panties down and slowly nosed the head of his rock hard cock into her already wet cunt. She moaned softly at the invasion, but pushed back like a true slut.
"God, I love your cunt sis."
"I have a name, do you have to remind me that I'm your sister?"
"I know you do, but yes, I have to remind you. It's hot to fuck your own sister."
Holly moaned softly, knowing that she felt the same way, but refusing to admit it.
"I know you like it, sis, you always get so wet when I remind you. You get turned on by taboo stuff, like having your little incest babies with dad, or getting your brothers cock. Hell I'll bet you are even a little snuff slut."

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Serena and I were enjoying our moment at the beach.

“It’s so great that we’ve managed to get the beach to ourselves.” She said to me.

“Yeah…” I muttered. I was a little too shy to look at her directly. Even as her body was submerged with the water, her gorgeous face with her shimmering blue eyes were too much for me to handle without tackling her for a hug. She swam over to me.

“You know, seeing as we’re alone and all that…” She gave me a seductive look. I blushed.

“Wait, what?” I asked her. Before anything else happened, Serena held her gut in pain. “H-hey! Are you alright?” Serena began to sink. I panicked and grabbed her, swimming as fast as I can to the shore. I knew we should have waited an hour before eating.

Eventually we got to the shore. I was carrying her in my arms and placed her on my towel. I got her mouth to open as I tried my best to attempt CPR. At least, I tried to. I placed my hands on her chest and pumped it up and down while breathing into her mouth. There was no one else to help me with the CPR, so I was stuck on my own. Up, down, up, down. I tried my hardest, but I wasn’t able to fully know CPR. By about five minutes, I froze in despair as I fully convinced myself that I couldn’t revive her. I looked at my hands as they hovered over her chest…

I had one hand hover over her breast. I squeezed it… It felt warm. I could feel her nipple poking my hand as I kept squeezing. I looked at her open mouth and moved for it, kissing her and giving her my tongue. I gently moaned as I got on top of her to feel her remaining warmth plus the warmth of her still-wet body. My legs moved around as my knee touched something: her crotch. I got up and looked at her in her white one-piece bikini. She looked so beautiful and peaceful. I looked to her crotch. I had to see it. I got to the crotch part and slid it away, revealing to me her vagina.

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Hello everyone! I am not new to this site in terms of browsing, but certainly in posting. I am a writer who, as the subject line says, writes scat related stories. While I might not be prompt with replies and whatnot, I wanted to post some of my work here on this site to spread my name a bit. Whether or not I post all of it here, I'm unsure of, but I do have other sites I post to.

You can also find my work on Tumblr and on my recently remade HF account.
dethlwriting.tumblr.com
www.hentai-foundry.com/user/Dethl-Reborn/profile

I will post a few of my works below, so people can see how I write.

Anon2012 creates a full-color supergirl comic in which she is beaten, broken and rape by some supervillains.

Now he opened a poll to decide which way she should end. Please help make it a gory end, not the usual boring prisoner scenario.

easypolls.net/poll.html?p=59600c9be4b0232aa7da9cb2

The thing that awoke Victoria first were the distant screams. Pained, horrific screams that were utterly impossible to ignore. Cold sweat doused her forehead, and her chest rose and fell as she recovered from some terrifying nightmare that, at the moment, she couldn’t seem to recall. She swallowed, her smooth throat bulging ever so slightly. She looked around, attempting to take in her surroundings, but all she could note was the close blackness and her positioning. Nothing was making sense. Where was she? What was happening? Who was screaming? Why was she… why was she entirely naked? She could feel her limbs all stretched apart like the Vitruvian Man, held up by tight restraints that seemed to be a part of the wall she was pressed against. As she slowly regained more confidence, the prospect of struggling became more and more relevant in her mind. She blinked twice rapidly then lurched forward, as if hoping to break one of the restrains. Nothing, of course, but her somewhat hefty body jiggling.

“It’s… no use…” she heard a voice say above her. It was quiet and raspy, hushed and extremely stressed. She had heard the voice before, but something about it was so different she just couldn’t tell. It sounded dry, as if she had been awake much, much longer than Victoria had been. She looked up. Directly above her was another girl in the exact same position as her, yet Victoria couldn’t see her face. Just a rather plump, delectable pussy that preceded a taut anus pulled open by her stretched cheeks. Beyond that, Tori could see only breasts, firm and round with quite a bit of weight, not too dissimilar to her own.

“Who are you?” Victoria asked quietly.

“Shannon. There’s no use trying to escape…”

Shannon? Her sister? None of this was making sense: being bound up naked underneath her own sister, the sound of distant screaming. What was happening? What was going to happen?

In the distance, Victoria suddenly heard a low buzzing, followed by the loudest screams she had yet to hear. Her eyebrows pushed together, forming creases on her forehead, in fear and confusion. The confusion followed when the screams died out suddenly. The distant buzz clicked off. Now there was nothing. No sound but the soft, heavy breaths of her and her sister. What could she do now? It was obviously no time for small talk with her sister, and as time progressed worry welled up more and more inside her.

And the anxiety welled for quite some time. In fact, though she didn’t have a legitimate way to measure it, she knew somehow she hung there for hours after the screaming stopped. The only comfort Tori had was knowing her sister was right above her, and something about the soft sound of breath filling the mysterious chamber brought a warm satisfaction to her heart where joy currently lacked.

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Hi there, I play league of legends, and there's one character in particular that I hate; Ahri. Now seeing how she's still a little on the hot side, I am not against hentai of hers, but I'd like it with a little twist. Unfortunately there's none of that stuff to be found on the internet and I'm not much of an artist myself, so seeing how I ran into this site, I figured one of you lads may actually be able to help me out. I'd love to see a few pics where Ahri has been tied up and will be/is being/has been raped and tortured, preferably eye gouged (i know it's fucked up, but it gets me hard every time, don't ask). Other things Guro-related injuries are welcome too, if you have any spicy ideas. Go all out, artistic freedom is very much encouraged. Use the included picture for reference or as a base for the artwork. Surprise me!

Hi guys. I want to try something a little different for my second /lit/ project, and that means stepping away from my comfort zone and the fetishes I have experience with. I have a couple of questions, and I'm hoping somebody with a better medical or fictional knowledge can help me with.

First, something everybody likes. Blowjobs.

I'm wondering, could I actually die from asphyxia caused by a cock in my mouth? It can make it pretty hard to breathe, would it be plausible for a particularly deep thrust to block off my air supply and cause me to suffocate? And on a related topic, could a large enough ejaculation drown me?

And secondly, what seems to be a favourite around here, disembowelment.

My main curiosity revolves around sensation. Do my internal organs have sensory nerves, IE would I feel pain from my/in spilled entrails? Or just the pain in my skin and flesh? And secondly, how would you perform disembowelment? Would you slice vertically from the base of my ribs down to my mound, or horizontally across my belly or abdomen?

Thanks. I know they're odd questions, but having this kind of knowledge helps me write. And finding this info through other sources is proving difficult.

i swear to god that there's this art of two nurses feeding the viewer rice porridge with various small body parts in it (eyeball, finger, nipple), which obviously came from one of the nurses because she's missing those parts. I remember seeing it once upon a time but I can't seem to find it again. help me out?

Hello everyone, back with a new story! It's in kind of a different format than usual. Not just straight prose. Was interesting to write, and I'm planning on more. So without further ado:

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The following emails were sent on the 29th of November 20XX, shortly after the release of the highly anticipated new games console, the Real, and the latest installment of the long-running Realms of Rampage fantasy RPG franchise, which utilised advanced technology to reflect in-game activity onto the user. This exchange, prompted by a Ms. Karen Dziekanowski, is one of many similar email chains sent in the aftermath of the game’s release.

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TO: [email protected]
FROM: Karen Dziekanowski (e-mail address censored for privacy)
SUBJECT: Some Quick Questions!

Hello,

Just want to ask a few quick questions about the Real and the new Realms of Rampage game. LOVE the game so far, so immersive, like nothing I’ve ever played! But there are one or two little things that I thought I’d just clear up with you guys.

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I´m looking for a link of a tit torture homepage.
Does anybody have such a link?

Hi friends,

Earlier today, I posted a thread on /3dcg/ containing pictures of the aftermath of a rampage in GTA V that I thought would fit well in /3dcg/ since it's computer generated images. However, it seems to have been removed. Is there any reasoning for this? If Gurochan isn't the place for this sort of thing, can any of you point me in the right direction for finding a place that I can share and see guro-esque imagery and mods from games?

Thanks

A facility where loli girls are chained up and slowly cooked to death while sorrounded by electric burners

Looking for guro of my favorite strategy game. You'd think there'd be a ton of Chryssalid guro out there, considering what they do.

Is there any Zootopia Guro? Specifically of Nick about to eat judy?
thanks in advance

Aphrodite

She is worshiped and beloved; a vision of beauty, a figure of grace, and a symbol of sex, with a form crafted to be adored and to be an object of lust. Resting in her chamber, her tall, sweeping crown of spired horns curls back with a gleam in the light as she brushes her hands up a thigh, running the fingers from her knee and up across its length, fanning them out and letting each tactile sensor tingle with sensation as she draws them slowly and lustfully up. She waits for her visitor--a suitor of appropriately fine breeding and form--with an anticipation honed by the countless visitations and hours of passionate and savage ravagings; it is, after all, what she was made for; it is what she was programmed and shaped and perfected to be: a lover of android forms; a giver of pleasure; a performer of exquisite skill; a goddess of sex and joy.

The chamber opens, and her suitor waits in the door; a tall and handsomely built machine shaped with a wide and stout frame, whose sweeping lines and curling accents lead her eyes to all the places necessary to excite her senses. His own optics gaze on her, studying her full and voluptuous gynoid form from the tall crown of horns down over her long and slender neck, and over the round and full fluid-filled sacks that form her breasts. There he pauses, studying the transparent plastics and the clear fluid swirling within, transfixed by the attached sensors that are her nipples and the apertures that rhythmically twitch, opening and shutting just slightly with each breath in wild, yet restrained, anticipation, the tiny slatted receptacles offering him just enough of a glimpse at the machinery beneath to court his arousal.

At length he enters, the door shutting behind him for a measure of privacy, and he is drawn to the broad curves of her hips and legs as she stretches and kicks them out luridly, and even the coy bent of her arms on the seat behind her as she steadies herself lends sultry imagery to the vision; for the very act pushes her chest forward and up, and the twitching nipples reach longingly out towards him as he nears. Her expression remains placid and sedate, even as she bats her eyes slowly, and still her countenance is unreadable when he stops before her, takes her breasts in his hands, and rubs and squeezes and caresses them in small, taut circles on her chest; still placid, even, as he brushes her nipples against his thighs; still placid, even, as he squeezes them together against the dangling, slowly-rising organ between his legs.

She is a master of the game, always in control and always teasing in her actions, and even as he cups her head in his palms and gently lifts her up for a kiss she plays her role, submissively blinking and playing her hands over his chest and haunches; slowly making her way around to his crotch, and touching with such gentle pressure as to tickle at his tactile sensors. The cold, airy sensations tug at his psyche, and soon he's pulled her close to kiss and caress, his own hands gripping and drawing about the soft, pliable skin draped over her frame. Together they mingle, artificial forms falling into each other's arms, her ample breasts mashing against his chest as their attentions turn increasingly aggressive, until he's pushing her back onto the bed, controlling her weight with uncanny strength and grace as he climbs over the top of her.

With him straddled above her, she feels at once both submissive and excited by his exertion of control, and is further aroused as he strokes his member, pulling and aiming its ample length towards her chest; the very act teasing and torturing her with anticipation until simulated breaths turn to gasps as he taps the head of himself against a nipple. His attention is first on but one, and he draws the head over its twitching surface as he calibrates the mating surface, when his own member spins and twirls, altering its surface as slats and apertures open and close, its length changing in shape and form until a proper engagement can be made with her unique model. And then, at last, he removes his hand and pushes himself into the mating surface, the head engaging easily with the aperture and locking in place, and as he begins to pump in and out the rest of his pole grows taut and thick, pushing into the clear liquid in her breast while the head remains stationary.

Its width pushes her aperture wider, emitting electrical pulses with each thrust which disperse through the liquid as a flash of sensation that her sensors can only describe as pure and carnal pleasure. She gasps and pants as she watches the shaft plunge down into her breast, and exclaims as it retreats in tiny, gasping whimpers; quietly and silently entreating her suitor to continue, so that she can watch and feel his manhood penetrating deep into her, so that the visual stimulus can continue to arouse her desires ... but as a tiny wisp of fluid escapes his member and mingles with that of her breast's he abruptly stops, gently removing himself from her quietly panting form and allowing a drop of her clear liquid to spill onto her nipple, where it rolls slowly down the round bulge of her chest and onto her belly. He pauses then as she silently pleads for more, his member rearranging and re-calibrating, but even as she begs for the second breast she sees the reconfiguration and knows its import; in return playing her fingers about the aperture of her pussy, lifting and spreading the lips to let him inside. With ravenous and slow strength he pushes himself in, plunging his slatted metal cock down to the balls with each and every slow, deliberate, and grinding thrust deep into her body.

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Does anyone have some necro2 arts?