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Anything to do with head destruction / half decapitate
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Artwork
So this is my first time making a thread for my own stuff. I've shied away from sharing any of my art, be it nsfw or not, but as it turns out, not sharing your work starts to get pretty boring after a while. (heh) Plus, I've been wanting to share my work, but I can't find a community I feel comfortable sharing it on besides here either. So without further to do, here's some of my stuff! Hope some of ya like it!
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Awesome, I love it!
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Love your stuff, especially the consensual stuff.
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>>31757
Thank you!!

Here's the next few panels
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Amazing work!
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Bump for some excellent art

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account crime scene morgue examination and autopsy of Ellie Williams Abby Anderson

crime scene both women were found in pools of blood and also found were the murder weapons a knife and a gun

morgue examinations showed the typical injuries associated with knife and gun wounds

autopsies also showed the same

so in conclusion cause of death for Ellie and Abby Anderson was knife wounds and gun wounds

3D CGI
I had been curious when I read an ad at cutedeadguys.com. If young men lived in the L.A. area and were 18 and wanted to play dead with another boy the same age, other boy or boys having control over you, contact Mr. Wilson, etc. I answered the ad and I will always cherish the results.
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After washing down we embarrassed. Oh, he felt so warm and soft. I kissed his neck.
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The advise was, not to do this on their own. Call and the basement was free for them to use anytime.

THE END
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Pushed up as suggested.
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Gore & Death
Figured I'd start this off by dropping stuff I've gotten from him over the years, some of which I've never uploaded anywhere.

Please note that none of this is recent, he's still not doing guro anymore, so don't bother him about it.
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Anything involving drowning with this artist? Also where did he used to post his work? Did he also do non-guro loli?
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it's been so long since dave has done any new guro. anyone tried commissioning him?
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>>92545
I honestly see no point in commissioning him anymore, his art style is a sad shadow of what it used to be during the Angel Corps era. People joked about sameface even back then but boy did it get worse with time, not to mention the bloody Tumblrnose he draws nowadays.
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the overall quality is still extremely high for a fetish artist
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This pic of Samantha is so close to being a snuff pic

Literature
The Hanging of Martha Lyam

The tall oak gallows that served four towns,and which was overseen by the regional executioner was located under a circular grove of tall,old trees in a shaded glade,near the borders of three of the towns.It was painted a flat,dark brown,that contrasted with the somberness of the black uprights and crossbeam of which the gallows itself was comprised..The uprights were ten square-inch oak,each nine feet tall,surmounted by an oak crossbeam of the same thickness,but which was twelve feet in length..A trapdoor that would accommodate the hanging of one prisoner,was located beneath the crossbeam at the mid-point of it's length,but most of the hangings were carried out in the manner of the gibbet ,rather than by use of the trap and drop.The traditional thirteen steps,with a rail on each side that led to the platform,,were also black and were wide enough for the condemned to be brought up the stairs by two assistants of the executioner if the subject was struggling--a common enough occurrence.The space around the gallows was large enough for several hundred onlookers on each side,although the usual total numbers were only three-five hundred, consistent with the size of the population of the area.Executions by hanging,and by beheading on the block,the executioner using a wide axe,were well-attended by both men and women,and were witnessed with enthusiasm.Public whippings and public floggings were also carried out for more minor offenses. Men who beat their wives,petty thieves-men or women-and the like,could expect to be taken to the scaffold,bound to the waiting post,stripped nearly naked,and then lashed well as all looked on.Usually,two dozen lashes were inflicted with a long,wide heavy strap to render the skin and the muscles beneath exquisitely tender and painful,then the knotted cat-o-nine tails was taken from it's leather bag,the tails made wet with salt brine,and the guilty victim well-flogged for his or her crime.The executioner used a nine-tailed cat with three-foot long tails of 1/2 inch width leather.A dozen small,hard knots graced the tails.Two dozen lashes of the strap across the naked back and buttocks,followed by a severe,no-nonsense flogging of two dozen lashes was punishment so excruciating,that many offenders were unable to control their bodily functions as it was being inflicted,this to the applause of the onlookers.There were few second-time offenders at the whipping post.After the flogging had been administered,the bleeding cuts were stanched with raw alcohol,,rinsed with salt brine and salt rubbed in to insure continued suffering for the guilty.The victim was left in shame for a full two hours before being cut down and released. Flogging before execution was also mandatory for the punishment of some crimes such as rape and molestation.

Crimes were well-punished and justice was swift and certain for the guilty.The specter of the scaffold and the public executioner insured that the law was observed by most,and that any and all lawbreakers were justly punished for the public good in a public place.The gathering of the community to see justice done on the high scaffold was a unifying event,drawing it together physically and spiritually,and affirming it's beliefs regarding crime and punishment.The use of the public whipping post,as popular as it was with men,was even more enamored of by women. Women of all ages smiled and laughed openly,and exchanged enthusiastic comments as whippings were being carried out--the grim walk up the steps,the binding to the stout oak post,the reading of the sentence aloud to those assembled,the baring of the flesh of the back and buttocks(the latter causing shrieks and squeals from women in their late teens to elderly women in their 80's.The lowering of the skirt or trousers to bare the cheeks for the singing lash,the flesh jigging uncontrollably as the victim anticipated the excruciating pain while below,the women squealed and the men controlled their grunts with varying success). The shame of suffering public whipping or flogging tied to the post,while two to three hundred men and women looked on with pleasure,was severe psychological punishment that greatly intensified the suffering caused by the well-knotted flogging cat,as it was drawn back and administered by the unsympathetic executioner.

Beheading in the traditional manner,at the high block with the condemned man or woman kneeling obediently at the block,the throat resting on the grooved portion,hands bound behind the back,and the ankles spread wide apart and tied off,drew large numbers of the populace whenever beheadings were carried out, Two years earlier a criminal gang of three men and a woman were executed by beheading at the block,the woman was beheaded third,sobbing and struggling,the leader beheaded last,also struggling desperately.The first head fell at 5:24 PM and by 5:28PM,all four heads had been chopped off and mounted on spikes,one each on the four lonely corners of the scaffold.There they remained for three days and nights. Hangings were also carried out at the pleasure of the sentencing judge and the regional high executioner. Occasionally,the hanging was carried out by the drop method with swift,harsh effect,but most often,the condemned man or woman was gibbetted in some form--twisted off a ladder,or drawn up slowly,or the small platform on which he or she stood was pulled suddenly away.The noose was positioned with great care so that the victim's weight was borne by the jaw and the side of the neck as much as possible and not the windpipe,this to prolong the procedure as long,and as painfully as was possible.The large,life-sustaining arteries and veins in the neck were also largely spared,this also lengthening the time of hanging while fully conscious and suffering severely,both mentally and physically.

The regional executioner performed his office over a forty by fifty mile area,and was always busy,either going to conduct an execution or travelling from one.He was sixty-eight years old and had officiated as the high executioner at more than three-hundred and fifty public executions over nearly thirty years..Seventy-three were of women,and of those,fifteen were beheaded,all but two with a single stroke of the axe,and fifty-eight were hanged,only four by the drop method.The rest were gibbetted and their hangings painfully prolonged. Many danced on the scaffold for twenty-two minutes or longer.The longest was that of a twenty-seven year old woman who kicked for twenty-nine minutes,then spasmed and twitched violently for several more.Of the two-hundred-eighty men,forty-one were beheaded,thirty-two with one stroke,the rest with two strokes.Two hundred-thirty-nine were hanged,only nineteen by the drop method,the rest by slow gibbetting,the longest was a forty-three year-old man who danced for just less than thirty-one minutes,then twitched badly for two or three more.His execution was still spoken of years later as the cruelest hanging in the region in thirty-eight years,but at the same time,very richly deserved.Those present enjoyed the hanging thoroughly and it was spoken of frequently for years after he danced.

The condemned prisoner who would next mount the thirteen steps to face him was a woman of forty-nine,a murderess who was going to die on the gallows the following evening to pay for her crime.Two women from several towns away would assist the executioner in carrying out his office.All three would wear hoods to conceal their faces as tradition allowed,indeed dictated.All three now stood upon the gallows platform,and the assistants were given their final instructions by the executioner.Both women,one twenty-nine,and the other fifty-five,had assisted him numerous times before. The consensus was that the condemned woman,genteel and well-educated as she was,who admitted her guilt and who accepted her sentence,would go bravely at the end. lf she faltered,the assistants would be sure she complied.No one thought she would struggle badly,but until the terrible moment of her judgement was upon her,no one would know with certainty.The following afternoon,the assistants would enter her cell and prepare her for the ordeal of judicial hanging as punishment for her heinous crime--the crude cropping of her hair,the donning of a long,dowdy-white ankle-length dress,long-sleeved,and with a modest yoke,revealing the upper half of her beautifully-shaped breasts.Her hands would be bound behind her with her wrists crossed,first with a wet ,narrow cloth strip,and then a narrow leather strap wound crossways around and over. A heavy leather strap would then be placed on one upper arm,across her back,and bound tightly to the other arm.,her bound hands first pushed up ,to hold them tightly to her body.Her ankles would then be tethered,allowing only 18-20 inches of play as she danced high and pretty to pay her debt.The hangman would make it a point for her suffering to be maximized.Her height was five feet-seven inches,and her weight only one-hundered and ten pounds,with a fairly stout neck-not masculine,but better developed than most women-the executioner knew she could be made to do an awful dance with so little weight pulling on the neck..Hundreds would watch the beautiful woman swing before them,thrashing,gurgling and kicking with violent abandon,as the knot tightened,and her neck was stretched and torn,fiber by fiber,with agonizing slowness,in retribution for her crime.

After a time,the executioner nodded to the assistants.They departed the gallows,each aware of the details of Martha Lyam's well-deserved hanging.The woman would swing for her sins in twenty-five hours.Four to five hundred onlookers were expected to attend to watch her dance-a passionately delivered solo dance, done with her whole body as it swung from the stout hemp rope. The day ended and the stars rose in the night sky and a new day began. It would be the shortest day of Martha Lyam's life and it would end at 6pm on the regional gallows,witnessed by half a thousand men and women.

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source?
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darkfetishnet.com
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Justice on the Scaffold

She began to regain consciousness,but very slowly,as if drifting to the surface from the depths of a vast sea.Her head throbbed with a kind of dull pain that alternated with sharp,and she felt as though she'd been drugged.She could feel her feet and lower legs inside her boots,but they felt weighted down and heavy,and her arms felt the same way,sluggish and unresponsive.She opened her eyes,but could see nothing.She thought the room must be dark and without windows or doors,but then she realized her face had been covered with a black hood.She could feel the cloth over her whole face,and the cloth of the hood on the back of her head interfered with the usual movement of her hair.She tried again to move her limbs but then realized her arms and legs were bound to some kind of wooden device at each joint-ankles,knees,wrists and elbows,as she lay over it face down.She struggled to free herself,twisting this way and that to no avail.Her blue denim short shorts felt differently than they usually did,but she was too groggy to figure out how.Later it would dawn on her that her khaki web belt had been removed.That pissed her off and she vowed that whoever had been brainless enough to pilfer it,would pay in spades when she had an opportunity to unleash her wrath.But that anger paled next to that which would fuel the vengeance she would wreak on the one who had put her in her present position.Her gloves were still on her hands and her tank top was still on too.The twin shoulder holsters that had held the matching handguns,but which,now,did not,were still in place.She shook her head furiously to unhood herself,but it wouldn't budge.She grunted angrily and cursed.She began to feel the pressure on her bladder a few minutes later.It became unbearable within an hour and she let go,cursing furiously as she wet herself uncontrollably shortly after.She heard the urine dripping onto the floor off the wooden frame. Hours passed and she didn't try to call out to whoever had captured her.She tried to remember the events before she found herself bound to the wooden frame,but she was mentally foggy and not thinking clearly.She had a vague memory of waiting for an elevator,and holding a drink in her hand,but couldn't recall anything more.Sightless and sound-deprived,and with nothing to smell or taste,she was becoming disoriented quickly.She began to talk to herself,cursing for stimulation,to fend off early madness
She finally heard a key turning in a lock.It was a klunky sound,as if a heavy key were being inserted into an old-fashioned lock.Rattly and clanky. Footsteps followed,perhaps those of three or four people,walking briskly but not hurried.The sound rose in volume until it ended a few feet from her. She said nothing.A moment later the hood was snatched off her head. Before her stood two men and two women,all facing her without speaking,their faces expressionless


Revy looked around and found that she was bound to a heavy wooden punishment horse in a large room with a low ceiling and stone walls.The floor was dirt-covered,but otherwise the room was bare.It had the look and feel of a medieval dungeon.The men and women facing her remained without expression.One of the men came forward a step and she recognized him.
He was head of a crime organization,Clemenza,and she had assassinated two of his capos a year ago with a sniper rifle from nearly 500 yards away--both clean shots,both dead before they heard the sound.She was proud of the hits-difficult shots.The only thing that pissed her off was that some kid had wandered into the kill frame between the first and second shots,and got behind her second target.The round took out the capo and the kid both.The little brat ruined her kills.She liked them clean.The kid was the son of the man who now stood before her.He began to speak,his voice even,his eyes trained on her.without moving.The others were doing the same. She regarded them all with smouldering contempt.
"You know who l am",he said,"and these are people who in one way or another,been adversely affected by you." His arm came up as he gestured in their direction,then turned back to face her."You have been brought here to die because you,and several of your colleagues-five,in fact,are loose cannons in our work-realm.We don't involve children EVER,and we don't involve family EVER,and we don't involve the public EVER--but you...you.You have your own rules of engagement.That will now end.All six of you are going to die for what you've done.You cannot escape from here.You are in a castle in Europe without a living soul for 15 miles in any direction". He stopped,and moved closer to her,tipping up her chin with two fingers.She shook him off,snarling as she did so.He stepped back and snapped his fingers to someone behind her.There was the sound of someone coming forward quickly,then stopping behind her.The two women went around behind her and one pulled down her wet shorts and panties to bare her buttocks.Revy heard Clemenza say ,"Six if you please".,then a woman's voice said, "Six it shall be". A heavy cloth gag was stuffed into her mouth as she struggled back desperately,and then a knotted bit-gag was used over it to keep it in place.The black hood was put over head in a single motion,swift and deft.She didn't have time to blink.


Revy heard a woman's voice count "one",then a swishing sound.At the end of the swishing sound,she felt an excruciating pain as her buttocks were lashed.She cried out then cursed beneath the gaggage.The second stroke was administered perhaps 7-8 seconds after the first,then the third with the same gap between lashes.She was surprised to hear "seven" counted shortly after,then realized she was going to suffer six dozen,not six.She twisted and squirmed to free herself to no avail.The lash-a long,wide,heavy,leather strap continued to fall for three dozen lashes,then was changed to a long,well-knotted cat-o-nine tails for the last three dozen.She could feel her buttocks being wet down with brine,then salted to make the flogging truly excruciating.When the 37th lash fell,the pain covered all of both her buttocks.The woman carrying out the whipping was expert at the art and craft of the whipping post.The flogging was indescribably agonizing as the knots and tails flogged her buttocks red raw with welts and countless small,bleeding cuts.She wet herself on the 53rd lash and soiled herself badly on the 65th,to the applause and bemusement of the witnesses,as the mess fell onto the floor suddenly in several large sized pieces.The sawdust beneath her superbly flogged buttocks was drenched with urine and piled with stool When her sentence was done,the onlookers came back around to face her while Clemenza spoke again.
"You and your colleagues will all be executed over the next several days and you are to go last.The methods used will be the guillotine,the chopping block and axe,the garrotte and the gallows.Any of you who suffer beheading will be hanged first and cut down before expiring.Or the garrotte may be used or both.The whipping post will be used liberally with all of you.You will all pay for sins,l assure you." He stepped forward a few steps and seized her head by her hair through the hood,then nodding to the woman holding the strap in her hand,said "two dozen Gabrielle,if you please."He snatched off her hood,and nodded to Gabrielle to begin.The onlookers all smiled and chose to watch her face as the strap was raised high at arm's length,then brought down in a clean,cruel arc and vigorously applied across both writhing buttocks.All the onlookers enjoyed the strapping,lash by lash,and applauded the punisher for her work when it was over.She thrashed violently and cried out loudly beneath the heavy gagging,as each stroke was inflicted across her bruised and bleeding buttocks.

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Bikini hang

The gallows were ready. Four women were about to be executed. There were multiple witneses. Some were government oficials. Some were lawyers or members of legal profession. There were others there as well. The warden and prison oficials were present.

Witneses had sat down in the witness gallery. They could see the scafold. Some seemed excited about the event. Almost like going to the movies or the theater or a rock concert. It was like a sporting event not an execution.

Others were More stoic. They were serious. Many were quiet. Some were reading materials perhaps government documents. Others were talking. Some seemed to just be there.it was a surreal experience for everyone.

This was not that unsual. Execition had become fairly common. A right ring law and order party had taken over the government. They were cracking down on coruption and crime. They passed laws that made every crime serious. Several crimes caried stiff penalties. The death penalty had been exstended for several crimes.

The ruling had generated controversy. Cival libertarian groups and civil rights groups disliked the exceses of the party. Averege citizens responded favorably to the action of the government. Crime was at an all time low. Organized crime had been almost entirely eviscerated. The government had produced results. The government was popular.

Executions were caried out fairly regular now. Gone were the days of twenty years on death row. The time from formal sentencing to the sentence being caried out was usauly a mounth to three mounths. No less then six months. It was usualy closer to a month.

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These are all so wonderfully done! I love your descriptions of bowel and bladder release.

Gore & Death
I can't believe we didn't already have a thread for this
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rape me i want rough and forced pls!!!
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>>88119
Anybody here remember the GIGANTIC image limit Rape thread on the original gurochan a decade or so ago?
It was in the req board and it was the only thread on the whole website that hit the 1000 pic image limit
I had a lot of good times with that thread, now it’s completely lost, lol

I’ve started coming back to gurochan after about ten years so I just keep remembering it, wondered if anybody else did I guess
Sorry I don’t have anything to contribute
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Hm… The one on the ancient orz.gurochan.net site? I'm pretty sure that was archived.

Literature
This is part one of a snuff story I'm working on. I hope it's not too bad.

They all sat in the wagon. The whole thing rocked and freaked as it trundled along the forest trail. The sun was setting low beyond the green hills and the air in that vast forest was hot and humid, soupy.

They all sat in that wagon. Twelve in total. All the elven girls who were taken in the village raid. They were wailing with pure panic, fear, and despair. Some were too filled with hopelessness to cry and they stared out through the cage with empty eyes that were devoid of anything except acceptance. Among them was a young pointy-eared beauty, not unlike her companions, except that her eyes were a deep brown color. Her hair was mid-length and blonde, and her skin was a mix of gold and bronze that felt like lantern light against homely cottage walls. As she stared into the setting sun, her heart felt heavy with a crushing despair she had never experienced before. Her whole world was shattered in front of her, much like her comrades, as her family was slain and her home village destroyed by marauding soldiers who were hellbent on bloodshed.

The bronze-gold beauty, whose name was Merelyn, began to sob as she thought of the pain and destruction that she and the others around her had experienced. It was almost like a dream. It was unthinkable that something like this would happen, especially to a simple, illiterate elven girl like herself and her comrades-in-misery. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she spoke to herself. "W-What will they do to us..? Why do they do this..? Mother.. Father.."

One of the elf girls who had that same empty look in her eyes had heard her words. She had the very same questions that she pondered in her mind as she drifted in and out of a pain-induced coma. Her arm was missing and covered in blood-soaked bandages and she was pale. She looked over at Merely and spoke in a low and weak voice "I..I don't know..But.."

Merelyn looked over to her quickly, expecting a response but alas there was nothing. Suddenly the wagon came to a stop, and the voices of their takers were heard. One of them hopped out of the upper part of the carriage and walked to the back, opening the doors. Some wanted to make a run for it and some began to breathe heavily and cry harder in fear. The armless elf was grabbed and dragged out onto the ground. She woke up from her stupor and began to yell and squirm as her clothes were torn off.

The man yelled at her as she squirmed and cried "Quit your yelling you knife-eared cunt and I'll make it easier for you!" He pulled a knife from his boot and showed it off as he wanted to scare the elven whore into submission.

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It's kinda niche, I think.
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dose anyone have Picturebook for Bad Boys ~Mermaid Sashimi~ by shinenkan
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dose anyone have Picturebook for Bad Boys ~Mermaid Sashimi~ by shinenkan
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Requests
looking for a story i remember here from way back. a demon hunter or slayer and his horse rape torture and snuff a succubus. leave her impaled on a spear. there was a series. korg or krug something
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bumping

Gore & Death
Let's make an old fashioned nevada-tan thread
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I tried to translate:
>I don't know how many years will it take, but, I'll try to make amends.
>I think that's how I'm going to become an adult.
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Furry
Prey to meat to shit is just the course of nature
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Morning after-vore bed farts is the hottest thing I can think of. I just came so hard to traced crayon looney tunes because this scenario is so rare. Just a long, drawn out "poooooooooooott" and the ketchupy smell that would follow. *splurt*
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I like Min of eka's portal. She makes many disposal pics.
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Looking for a story from the old gurochan about a girl who mutilates herself to survive the zombie apocalypse
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Brie woke from a pleasant dream that had already been forgotten, leaving behind only a feeling of having achieved something great. She checked her surroundings; found that nothing had been disturbed, and relaxed. She had been sleeping on the pile of cushions in the corner of the room. Michelle had been with her, but now she could see that her friend was staring out the shutters. She had put her skin back on, and had not noticed that Brie was awake. Brie quietly got up and attempted to sneak up on Michelle, but stealth was hard when you had a noticeable limp. Michelle snapped round, seen Brie, and relaxed.

“Jesus Brie, don’t do that.” Her eyes were red. Brie apologised, coming closer.

“Something wrong?” she asked. Michelle stared. “You know what I mean”.

“I’ve been up a while. Didn’t sleep well. I guess…all this…” Michelle pulled on her loose skin for emphasis. “It’s hard to believe this isn’t some crazy dream".

“Oh, Michelle, I know it’s tough, but we’ve got to be strong now.” Cooed Brie, cupping her friend’s face with her good hand. “We’ll get by, somehow. Me, you and Becky. We’ll find her, promise.” Michelle said nothing, still brooding. Brie kissed her on the cheek, although she knew Michelle could no longer feel it.

“I hope you bring this along with you.” She said, playing with her friends face, pulling it up so that the eye holes were now on Michelle’s forehead and the mouth over her nose. Michelle tried to reply, but it came out muffled. Letting go, Brie laughed as Michelle tried to readjust her face, before giving up and pulling it down, leaving it hanging down past her neck.

“That took ages to get looking good you know. And to answer your question…can I? Like, physically how could I? Just drag it around? Won’t that look a little suspicious?”

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“So…any requests?”

Becky was laid out on a pair of tables that had been pulled over into the centre of the room. She was naked, and didn’t seem particularly bothered by that fact. Her breasts were easily the biggest of the three, and perhaps there was a quiet sense of satisfaction in that. She didn’t actually seem nervous at all, considering what was about to happen. She considered the question, rolling her eyes in thought. Then she shrugged.

“Nah.”

“Really?”

“You seem to know what you’re doing. Actually, I’ve got one request…”

“Yes?” asked Brie, who was already holding her scalpel.

“No repeats. Wearing matching outfits is a total no-no, even now.”

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It had been a few days, and the whole “escape” part of the plan had taken something of a backseat.

Sitting cross legged on the mattress, Brie considered the past few days. A lot seemed to have been learned while doing not a whole lot. For starters, there had been the first cooked dinner Brie had eaten in ages. Eating Becky’s newly superfluous breasts (with a side order of arm, because there was good eating to be had on a human arm) seemed a fantastic idea, using the criteria that had come to dominate the previous week (“Is it hot?”). The kitchen oven and microwave had long since stopped working, but they had matches and plenty to burn. They had sat in the gloomy basement of Malone’s, roasting human meat over an open fire, still coming down from the heady heights of their orgy. They held hands, smiling and giggling at each other-3 survivors in the city of the dead.

It turns out that breast are mostly made of fat, and that they don’t actually taste that good. Brie and Michelle had tried their best to be game about it, but there was just no escaping the fact that tits were not great dinner. Becky was actually a little offended at first-“My tits are the bomb! What the hell, you cut ‘em off and now you don’t even want them?!”-but she too had to admit that it wasn’t a premium dining experience. The arm and rib meat went down much better, much to Becky’s relief-it seemed embarrassing, somehow, to be considered untasty.

Feeling fuller and happier, the group had went to bed, and Brie thought about herself and her friends, and how they were still alive after all they had been through. She had a theory that she didn’t want to believe-that they were in the midst of turning without realising it. How else could they explain their increased durability and resistance to pain? She twirled her entrails with her finger as she through, as if she was subconsciously proving her own point. They may have suffered outrageous injury…but they were still acting human, right? Brie certainly didn’t think her mentality had changed much; she was still Brie, and her friends were still her friends. Maybe more than friends now actually, but the point stood. It was a puzzle she was simply unable to solve at that moment, and she had resolved to bring it up with her friends the next day. After they discussed their next move, which was very important, obviously.

They spent the next day fucking.

They spent more than a few days fucking, actually. Other priorities just seemed to take a backseat. It was hard to focus on making more cunning plans when two naked, perverted, wonderful freaks of nature were making eyes at you from across the room. It helped that they no longer seemed to be in immediate danger. A zombie had once gotten in through an unlocked backdoor, watched them standing around in the main room talking about something or other, then turned back around and left. After reprimanding Michelle for being careless-she had fessed up to peaking outside once, out of apparent curiosity-they had carried on their merry way. Zombies just weren’t a big deal anymore, such was the plan’s success.

As an aside, Michele had confided in Brie that the truth to the unlocked door was grimmer than she had let on to Becky. The night before, she had heard a consistent scratching sound from somewhere in the dark. She almost left it alone until she heard a low voice moan, and realised that it was coming from inside Malone’s. Investigating alone so as not to panic anyone, she discovered that Ol’ Pat had reanimated in the cupboard, and had been trying to get out. She had wheeled the old man outside, near the entrance to the nearby national park, and simply left him there.

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Brie and her friends sat side by side in cold leather chairs, cloth bags over their heads and hands cuffed behind them (Becky had her remaining hand tied to the seat). They had been told not to talk, and frankly they weren’t going to oppose the armed goons who were currently holding them captive. How long had they waited? It was hard to tell. It was probably only a few hours, but it had felt both an age and an instant since that door had been kicked down. They had been in no state to escape or resist-the mysterious soldiers had bagged them on the spot and led them into a waiting vehicle. After that everything was a blur of anxious waiting, with the occasional barked order. It was morally crushing. Just when it seemed as if a little order had been established, control had been wrestled away from them. It had seemed as if they had conquered the undead city; now they were prisoners.

Brie didn’t hear the stiletto footsteps echoing through the room, but she did hear a confident, feminine voice speaking to the guards. Then the bag was removed, revealing an impossibly white room, about the size of a large office. In front of her, a large black chair sat behind a desk, facing away from her. Besides a few stray pieces of paper, the only thing on the desk was a keyboard and no visible screen. Everything gave the impression hard and unyielding-even the florescent lights seemed to buzz aggressively.

“So sorry for the wait, girls. Had to get all the dull stuff out of the way before I could see you.”

The voice came from behind the chair. Brie looked around at her friends, who were doing the same. Brie spoke first.

“Who…who are you? Where are we?”

“What do you want?”

“Are you going to kill us?”

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>because i never DM him for video i want.
Well, that's your problem. Most of these artists change gas station food for this kind of art, so just do it yourself.

I have no time of my own to back it and try to get into a suspicious position easily to leak their stuff. But maybe someone else will.

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Pest Control in the Garden (TEASER)

by TDMalpha

This story contains: torture, rape, lolicon, toddlercon, furry, lots of gynophagia, cannibalism, harem elements, slavery (willing and non), fantasy elements, a dystopian society, lots of blood and gore, amputations, pretty girls being cooked/eaten alive and a storyline somewhere in among all the smut.
Day One


Evening was coming on, so it was time to check the traps in the back yard. That's where Dranix's garden was. He was very proud of the work he'd put into it, and the plethora of herbs and vegetables he grew there. Though he was a predator, and ate mostly meat, he still liked to add to the flavor of his dishes with what he grew in the garden he'd been tending for years now.

The problem with growing food is that it attracted pests that liked to eat it even more than he did. Critters like mice, rabbits and even the occasional fox would raid his garden, eating and ruining what they didn't eat. Then there was the fay creatures, such as imps, fairies, elves and even gnomes that would sometimes either raid for food, or tear up crops just because they felt like it.

Most of the pests he caught were female. For some reason, they either didn't want their males going out and risking themselves, or the males were just too lazy or smart to get in much trouble.

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It was well known that most males in Meat City liked to fuck their food, sometimes for days before cooking it, so it wasn't unusual to hear my meat ask that of me before I bought them, and somehow hadn't yet had sex today, I decided to indulge myself.

I pulled my cock out (her shy looked turned to trepidation on viewing it's length and girth), spit on the head then into the crease of her ass, before lining my cock up with her tight pucker. Next, I pressed the head against her back entrance, then savagely slamming my entire length into her bowels, causing the meat to cry out, and the cheap folding table Omar used as a counter, to creak alarmingly.

I gripped the pregnant meat's hips tightly as I pounded away at it's ass, and after only five minutes or so of fucking her very tight asshole, I came with a grunt into her depths. When I pulled out, she was a bit stretched out, and I was pleased to see a line of my spunk leak out and run down her leg.

Once I was done, I smiled at her. “My Abby will love you. You're just what she sent me to find.”

I gave Omar a ten, and he handed me the change of five creds back. “She's all yours, Garret! Enjoy your food!”

I turned to the North and headed to my next stop, knowing my food would follow.



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I like it! I'm not into furry or micro so your previous stories don't do much for me, but this one has a great potential.
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I bought a large wide brimmed hat for the girl, and had her put it on right away. I didn't want her to burn in the hot middle eastern sun. The hat cost more than she did.

The market sold everything, and anything that could be bought and sold. From women to watches, and socks to sex. Even deeds to those things too big to fit under the colorful awnings that every shop and stall sported, such as land and vehicles. You could also buy food other than the two legged variety. I had the food carry the non-walking food I bought as I looked for veal.

Well, the 'right' veal. I got the feeling Debby wanted me to choose a young girl that I would find attractive. The problem was, I needed tits and curves to be attracted to a female. Which was what was making it so hard to find the right one. I mean, if it was just a matter of one that looked tasty, or was the right size for a particular dish, it would have taken me just minutes to find something that fit the bill. It would have to be a girls that was a little older than most veal that I'd normally find in the market.

Veal that was aged five to eight years old were very common, and young women from fifteen and up being the same. Girls that fell between those two groups were, for some reason, very rarely seen on the market as food. So for now, I just window shopped the veal that WAS on display. For example; at one stall I stopped at, an older woman looked to be keeping the business in the family. All the girls seemed to be either her daughters or grand daughters, all nude and smiling at the crowd of shoppers flowing by.

Though the saleswoman was the oldest, and the only one wearing cloths of the entire lot, she was most likely only in her late forties, and still well put together, with large breasts, slim waist, wide hips, and long wavy black hair. The next youngest was a spitting image of her, just a dozen or so years her junior. The next, a set of twins that looked a year or two younger, then all the rest were a group of ten or twelve veal aged girls from about eight, down to a set of twin toddlers, no older than two or three years old. It was hard to get a good tally of their numbers, because like with most kids those ages, they never seemed to sit still, unless they were sleeping.

After talking with the matron of the stall full of relatives, I learned that they had rented the stall, and were trying to make enough to buy a new apartment. It turned out they were only a small part of a much larger group of women. Even if they didn't raise enough money, they would at least reduce the strain on the others in the group.

While I talked with her, I idly checked the quality of her wares, picking up one of the twin toddlers and kneading her flesh. She was a well fed little thing, with a nice layer of baby fat, giving her chubby cheeks and round bottom. Even her tiny filet was chubby, and she even reacted favorably as I was inspecting it, by growing slightly moist and cooing happily. Then I moved on to one of the older girls who had caught my eye when I noticed her fingering herself as she stared at me with a big smile as she watched me check out her sister's(?) filet.

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After more than on hour of walking, browsing and no luck, I decided to take a short break at one of the many food stalls scattered throughout the sprawling market. I was hungry, and I was guessing my kid's new toy at least was getting thirsty. I'd get some water for Abby's meal, as well. She wouldn't be getting anything to eat, since she was going to BE eaten before the day was done.

The place I chose was a self-serve joint, where there were a selection of meat girls, a few still whole, but most missing body parts, that you simply carved off whatever you wanted from the meat-girl with the supplied utensils provided by the stall owner. The girls on the menu also acted as wait staff, as long as they were able to be mobile, going from table to table, either taking orders for their own parts, or other girls owned by the food stall.

The toy and I sat at a table, while Abby's main ingredient sat under the table to get a little extra shade. In the middle of the round table was a small charcoal grill, and next to that was a salt shaker and a small selection of spices and a short stack of flatbread.

Most of the staff/food had strips of bandages over different parts of their bodies, and some were even missing whole limbs. Ours was only missing a small strip of meat from her calf. All the women and girls serving the little restaurant had their most select cuts (cunts, breasts, asses, etc.), still intact. It was an unwritten rule at these market food stalls that those cuts were reserved for the few men of the city until the market starting closing down for the night, hence the nervous looks I got when I sat down.

When our server stepped up to my table, I did as I always did, and asked if she had chosen to be food. I was surprised by the answer I got. “No sire. My owner ordered me to be food today.”

I always asked that, but this was the first time I'd found unwilling meat. Because of that answer, I decided to find and punish her owner.

“Who is your owner, girl?” I asked her.

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