mods please delete since it was supposed to be in a goblin slayer thread

>>11466
>>11544
Awesome! I'm glad you like it.
I've been sick and stressed for a while now but I do intend to continue posting.

The way there's such casual dehumanization is something I very rarely see in stories. Wish there was more - so much more!

Great job, OP.

I keep seeing "My Life as a Dog" mentioned where might I find it?

>>15510

Version 1:
http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=7137

Version 2:
http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=7446

>>15514

Huh. Both ended waaay too prematurely. Especially the second one.

That lovely girl just hoped for a fun night with a stranger, but instead of this she is now in the Killer's basement and waiting to be butchered to pieces.

How she is get here? Well in my patreon site you can see the whole story.

www.patreon.com/DarkTales82

You can see a works for several other great artists here.

The Killer is now starting to work on her and soon the once luscious body become a unrecognizable lump of flesh at the end.

Want to see what will be happen next? Well in my patreon site you can see the whole story.

www.patreon.com/DarkTales82

You can see a works for several other great artists here.

amazing !

no updates ?

I'd say don't expect more freebies,he basically only updates on patreon now.

>>56967
right before death

>>56979
But there are stuff that cannot feet there that fetts here. This :>>56976 for example, is a damn good peril, but it is not roght before death.

>>56979
But there are stuff that cannot feet there that fetts here. This :>>56976 for example, is a damn good peril, but it is not roght before death.

>>56978
source

>>56890
i miss this show

no

>>59687
my bad

hitomi.la/tag/female:necrophilia-all-1.html

This one has more

>>55865
>>55866

Studio making hentai i meant :p

>>56573
haha

>>55366
artist /source ?

>>57713
source ?

Search Brock from pokemon guro...

>>58763
lol XD

>>58762
there are so plenty in anime i guess ?

pretty rare alright

searched ye olde harddisk

>>46215
wow !!

amazing !!

His name is Sachisuke Masumura. I wanted to post a link, but the stupid website (this one) called me a "bot" and refused to permit the link.

>>48816
You have to change http to hxxp in your link.

more !!

>>48818
thanks

I'm sure he'll repost all of the paid works on his new patreon. So no need to post them all here.

>>58231
okay

>>46814
This did not need its own thread

>>46814
me too

>>46385
There is already Western Comic Guro thread here. With plenty of Crossed posts. I suggest you better post it there.

>>46463
thanks !

By Ohigetan

>>24099
fuck that guy holy shit
the more we ignore him the faster he will disappear

>>24099
It's better that no one remembers who made this.

>>24302

Why's the guy so despised, though?

>>24313
Attention whore that fishes for compliments with the bread-and-butter "My art is bad" or "I should stop posting" statements. Looks the other way when given advice and would rather make excuses whenever someone points out flaws in their art, all the while claiming that they are improving despite not having changed since they've started.
Their art and anatomy is all-around bad, so it's just annoying to see it and the small handful of white knight desperate folk that actually find it actually acceptable. It's a damn shame because the artist has REALLY good concepts, but has horrible execution.

Mira Dentro

The exchange: John Striker
The exchange was set to happen this morning. We met up with Don Pablo's men in the cathedral, handed them the briefcase filled with bills that we coated with tracer dye, and then met them at the SUV outside. And from the SUV, they pulled out the banker's daughter. Her mouth was duct taped shut. She was wearing a long dress, with long sleeves, in the same outfit she was last seen in before she was taken. Her hands were cuffed behind her back, and a dog collar was fastened around her neck. Don Pablo's men led her towards us using a leash attached to her collar. She hobbled towards us gingerly. It was clear she was in pain, and that her brief time with the Mexican Cartel had been rough. I didn't understand the reasoning behind why she was bound, or why she was gagged, or why we had to walk five miles on foot from the cathedral to the drop off zone near the airport. But that's what they wanted us to do. It was Mr. Karlovic's daughter, and we were getting paid a shit ton of money to get her back home to him, so we could not fuck up. We did as we were told. Word was, was that the Cartel had caught wind of Mr. Karlovic cooperating with the DEA. Feeding them information. So they retaliated by capturing his daughter. Took her to Mexico. She was gone for days. But then we heard back from them. That she was alive. And they were ready to give her back.

It was a long five mile walk up a dusty and poorly maintained path from the cathedral to the private airport runway. A hour into our walk and we had gone for barely half a mile. We were moving at a snail's pace. It wasn't any of us. Everyone had shoes on. It was her. They made her walk barefoot. But it wasn't just that. Something else was going on, and she was clearly in a great deal of pain. If she slowed her pace, Don Pablo's men would tug at her collar and shock her butt with a cattle prod. I was unarmed, but if I had a gun, I might have shot those assholes dead right there. Sorry bastards should have know better than to hurt a little girl. She hobbled gingerly on her feet, and wobbled unsteadily from side to side, the entire way there. It pained and disturbed me to think about what may have happened to her, but I tried not to think about it. We just needed to get her on the damn plane, and headed towards the States. Man. This was going to take all day…

My first day: Miguel Santos
I had always played the robber when I was kid playing 'cops and robbers.' For as long as I remembered, I had always wanted to be in the Cartel. My family was poor. We were going nowhere. This was the only future for us. We had all heard of the stories of glory and adventure, of the gun running and firefights. The Cartel was where we could be free, we thought, and of course to make big money in the process. So I signed up. No brainer, right? They took me in immediately. Said they knew my cousin, who recommended me. Of course, I didn't want to let them down. Or my cousin (we all had a cousin in the Cartel). They told me on my first day that I had a very important job. I was going to be a cameraman for a very important movie. Wow, I thought. This was different than what I had expected. I had thought maybe I would be on guard duty. Maybe they would start me off light and have me guard like a stash of weed. But whatever. I was eager to please. I wanted this job bad. I showed up on my first day, and they handed me a pretty fancy handheld camcorder. HD and everything. Great audio too. I was told we were going to start right away. No kidding, huh?

They brought in a girl. Tiny thing. Very pretty. Looked American. She had light brown hair, blue eyes, creamy skin. She looked frightened. Start recording, they barked at me. So I did. I didn't know what was going to happen next. But it shook my very soul. They stripped her naked and taunted her. Make sure you get all of this action, Miguelito, they shouted. There were about a dozen of them, surrounding her. I knew a couple of them from my neighborhood. I knew I had to do everything I was told. At first I didn't want to let them down, or my cousin, or my neighborhood. But I started to feel scared. I got the feeling if I didn't do what I was told, that maybe something bad was going to happen to me. Or my family. They knew everyone in my family. I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next, but I just kept filming. I think I was more scared than anything else. I was too scared to stop.

She looked so ashamed. I just knew she had never been naked before in front of others. The men jeered at her. They slapped her in the face. They grabbed her nipples and twisted them. She shrieked. They grabbed her ass and squeezed hard. Pushed her onto the floor and yanked her back up on her feet by her hair. Puta americana, they yelled, as they groped and slapped her face, breasts, and even her pussy. She

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The exam: Amanda Drake
I was getting paid a lot of money to be this rich banker's doctor. But that day, I wasn't getting paid nearly enough. I got a call from Mr. Karlovic that he needed me to fly a plane to Mexico (Hell no, right?) to conduct a brief medical exam there and to make sure someone was safe and well. As I prepared to tell him 'hell no,' he told me just how much he was willing to pay me to do this just one favor for him. Half a million dollars, in cash, no questions asked. And just for a few days. Holy shit. Now that's not a sum of money that I could ignore. So I went to Mexico.

When I arrived, I waited at a small private airport, in a small room, with a tiny examination table. I think my heart melted when I first saw her walk in. I knew her. It was Mr. Karlovic's daughter, Anna. I had seen her before, for various coughs and colds, at their home visits. But something was direly wrong. First off, she was handcuffed, collared, with duct tape around her mouth. She hobbled into the room, clearly in a great deal if pain, grimacing with every step, with every motion. As she very slowly and gingerly (and with a great deal of moaning) approached the exam table, the men who accompanied her uncuffed her, removed her collar, and ripped off the duct tape covering her mouth.

I had Karlovic's man (a Mr. Striker, he introduced himself as), help me help her onto the examination table. It was then that my day full of horrors began. I can't, she said softly, lips trembling. Can't what, sweetie, I asked. I can't get on the table. Why not, I asked? I can't sit down, she said. Sweetie, what's wrong? And it was at that point that she pulled her dress up, revealing a long plastic white handle protruding from her vagina, and what appeared to be stems or leaves of some sort protruding from her anus.

I don't think I should be here, I could hear Mr. Striker say behind me. Neither should I, I responded. I'm going to leave, he said. No, I said. I might need your help. I certainly wasn't going to let Mr. Striker leave me with these other men along in the room with the girl. Sweetie, I said to Anna. What did they do to you? I got nothing back from her. She stared tremulously back at me, tears streaking down her face, and seemed to look past me, with these barren, forlorn eyes. This poor girl was beyond traumatized. Her entire body was tremulous. I then turned my anger to the men who brought her here. What did you do her, I screamed. You monsters! We're going to need to take her

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The password: Chris Kramer
It was just me and him. We were sitting inside his conference room. It was a little dark, cold. Nobody was really in the mood to change the settings on the AC. His daughter was OK, they said. They were really hush hush about the details. I demanded to know the details. I wanted to make sure she was safe. That she was OK. She's on a plane, they said. She's in stable condition. Dr. Drake is with her, but so are Don Pablo's men. There's a video they want Mr. Karlovic to watch in its entirety with pieces of a password intermittently placed within the video feed that they'll stream over once the plane has landed. Mr. Karlovic himself has to be the one to give them the correct password, letter by letter, and they will only stream the video once. Only then will they release her, alive.

And so we waited for Mr. Striker's call.

He said nothing initially for a few seconds when I picked up. There's a flash drive we have here, sir, he said. It's got the video. We'll play it on our end, and it'll stream to your laptop. We waited for a few minutes. It's connected now, he said. Go ahead and see if the video plays.

The video began to play.

If I wasn't there, Mr. Karlovic would have never gotten his daughter back. He left the room five minutes into the video. He left as soon as they stripped her naked. I don't blame him. But that left me with the near impossible task and responsibility of watching every single minute of the video. I couldn't stop. I couldn't take a break. Pieces of the password intermittently flashed onto the screen. I wrote them down, letter by letter.

'M.' I watched as the poor girl was raped mercilessly by man after countless man. The video flashed forward. I. I watched as they beat her body with a wooden handle, and a wire hanger. 'R.' I watched as they struck her genitals over and over again, sending the girl into howling fits of screaming and writhing. 'A.' I watched as they forced the girl to perform fellatio on the men. 'D.' And I watched as she hesitated to perform oral sex on their dogs. 'E.' I watched as they found a pair of jumper cables, grabbing the red positive terminal first. On its end was a large alligator clip the size of a fist. And in my horror, I watched them open its horrific jaws, pushing one jagged end into her vagina and the other end into her anus, allowing the two sharp jagged claws to shut, clamping tightly the sensitive flesh in between her two orifices, and sending her into a blood curdling cry. I watched as they attached the black negative terminal to her clitoris, allowing the copper jaws to crush and cut into the most sensitive area on her body. I then watched as they attached the jumper cables to a battery inside the engine of a running care, and as the poor girl, hands bound behind her back, arched her body, and seized violently, kicking her legs chaotically out in every direction every time they revved the engine, louder, and louder. Now let's have her suck our dog's cocks, they shouted in their ravenous and crazed frenzy. When she didn't suck fast enough, they would rev the engines faster, sending more and current through her most sensitive areas. N. I watched as they crushed her nipples next, connecting her breasts to the car battery, and as she mounted every man, raping herself on each of them. I listened in pure horror as they revved the engine, once more, pushing her to thrust her hips up and down faster, and faster. T. I watched as she lost control her of bowels and bladder, due to her abject fear of them (or maybe because those areas were so damaged) while she raped herself on their members, further aggravating her already severely bloodied and wounded orifices on these men. Upset that she got urine and feces on them, they simply punished her with harsher beatings, and more electricity to her nipples, her genitals, her tongue, her ears, her fingers and toes, and her armpits. R. And finally, I watched as they forced a large dirty toilet brush into her vagina, twisting, and angling the brush as they pushed, so as to maximize the pain of its entry. Where are we going to put the video, one man asked. I have an idea, another man said. I watched them grab a large turnip, and with a knife whittle out a little hole at its tip, pushing into it a small object, which appeared to be a flash drive. Get her ready while we load the video, the men said in Spanish. I watched as two men held her down, with another man pulling her buttocks wide apart, exposing her bloodied anus. And then finally, the last letter. O. Just before video stream ended. This innocent young girl. What did she ever do to deserve this fate?


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Always good to see a new guro artist. Looking forward to what you have to offer :)

If you’re still around, OP, mind doing anything of Trudy Proud dying?

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