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All the kids, all the kids these days All the kids, all the kids these days Do you really wanna be that way? Do you really wanna be that way? Let me say, let me say, let me say Let me say, let me say, let me say Does it really have to be that way? Does it really have to be that way? And, did you know you could make me scream? And, did you know you could make me scream? Like the kids in the neighborhood Like the kids in the neighborhood Tell me what to say, tell me what to say Tell me what to say, tell me what to say Did you do your best today? Did you do your best today? All the girls, all the girls these days All the girls, all the girls these days Did you do your best today? Did you do your best today? All the boys, all the boys these days All the boys, all the boys these days Look away, look away, look away Look away, look away, look away Champagne, cocaine, champagne, cocaine, champagne, cocaine, champagne. You better just manage your weight. You better just manage your weight. Let me say, let me say, let me say Let me say, let me say, let me say You could do your best today You could do your best today

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looking for a gurocomic artist for a comission
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artstyle preferably like you see in the fansadox collections

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looking for a gurocomic artist for a comission

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Any picks of Scott Pilgrim Girls? I'm surprised that I haven't found some already. The seriues is filled with likable and attractive girls like Ramona and Knives

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Looking for a friend to chat about irl girls I know in fantasy guro chat. Can be rp or just horny discussion. Kik me at jazylo113 or wickr happy13200
Love to get off with a friend into no limits. Girls are Latina and ebony.
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Do you have a germany passport

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I'm just going to dump all my stories as quickly as possible. Life changes are under way, and I don't anticipate I'll post for a while. All of these stories are fictional/fantasy. Any resemblance to any persons, real or fictional, are coincidental. I do not condone any harm to anybody. If you plan on hurting yourself or others, please do not, and seek help. I enjoy feedback, so if you enjoyed the story, please leave a comment below!

--CB

Chapter 1: Raj

Raj Patel stared at the television in disbelief.

"Breaking news," the anchorwoman spoke with a somber tone, "Actress Katherine Robertson, has gone missing for the past three days."

A picture displayed itself on the screen. Katherine. Robertson. Unreal, Raj thought to himself. She was probably the most famous twelve year old girl on the planet. Missing? Couldn't be. She's probably hidin out at her friends' place. Or maybe she ran away. But that can't be, Raj thought. She's too famous to do even THAT. Everywhere she'd go someone would recognize her. A clip played on the television. It was a scene of Kat (her friends called her Kat for short) in her latest movie, Nigel Cutter and the Disappearing Hounds. Raj remembered watching that movie. He had read all the books in the series. There were five of them so far. He loved them all. He even had a replica hat that the kids in the movies wore that he had ordered online. And he was hopelessly obsessed with her.
He was her biggest fan. Except he wasn't the only one.


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Chapter 5: Kat

Kat could remember every detail. She remembered reading the comments on the Twitter screen while she was stripping. 'This is so terrible...' some of them read. 'Please somebody stop this...' or 'I can't watch anymore.' And then there were the comments from the anonymous screen. 'So hawt...' or 'holy fuck i can't believe i'm watching this!' or 'make that bitch suffer, I want to see her
cry!' It was unbelievable. She knew how to handle hate mail and messages. She dealt with that all the time from her accounts. But there she was, exposed. And to read some of those comments. It was surreal. She was naked to the whole world. She had to show everyone her privates and spread them open. She had to penetrate herself with her finger and lick them. And she peed herself in the middle of it all. How utterly humiliating. It crushed her soul.

And these past few days have been hell as well. Locked in a cage no bigger than one reserved for a dog. Having to pee and poop in bucket. Eating dog food from a bowl with her face because every time she used her hands the man in the hood would shock her with a cattle prod. And yesterday she was hosed down with cold water because she was starting to smell really bad. But today was different. She was dragged out of her cage and pierced.

She looked down at her body. Earlier the man in the hood had pierced her. It was horrible. She already had a huge fear of needles, but to be pierced where she had been, she nearly fainted from the panic it induced. There were three rings total. Two through her nipples and another one in her clitoris. It was painful, but it was over quickly. What made her more scared, though, was that attached to these rings were wires that all connected to a battery in the shape of a collar around her neck. And then
the took her to another room. Full of cameras. But that wasn't what had her scared, nearly ready to pee herself again. It was what was in the center of the room.

Suddenly, the computerized voice spoke. It broke her from her train of thought.

"It's been trained to rape little girls," the voice droned monotonously from above.

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Chapter 6

It was amazing to me that she had even survived the ordeal. I was impressed. That her intestines didn't rupture from the rape was extraordinary in and of itself. But I was more impressed how compliant she had been throughout the rape.

I had honestly not known what was going to happen, but it turned out beautifully. I had initially thought a German Shepherd was going to be enough, but when I first bought one, I knew that it had to be bigger. So I got a Great Dane instead. Those dogs were huge. I hired prostitutes to give it head and have it get used to becoming erect from human oral stimulation. And then I molded a lifesize doll in the proportions of a twelve year old for the beast to hump. But the dolls were made of a thick rubber, and were not only much heavier than Kat, but they also stuck to the floor more, and so the dog typically had to wait for his knot to decrease in size before he could move away. But what happened was amazing.
Watching her getting dragged around the room by her ass was so satisfying. I was surprised she didn't prolapse her intestines, but maybe that was the benefit of being so young. All her flesh were still so firm and tight. For now.

She only required one ten second episode of current through her nipples and clit to keep her face looking forward and her eyes open. Either she was a very tough girl or those electrodes were more painful that I imagined. I did turn down the voltage a little so that it would induce fewer and less extensive muscle contractions. I didn't want her seizing on the floor again. I had tried them once on my fingers for half a second on a low setting, and those things were painful. Boy did they sting! Maybe it was because I was using a moderate intensity on her? Or maybe it was because they were on her most sensitive parts combined with the fact that it had penetrated her skin. There was much less electrical resistance
underneath the skin in the tissue. I didn't know for sure, and I wasn't particularly interested in trying those parameters out on myself. It was the girl who had to suffer after all. And she was going to suffer more. For the next session, I was going to turn the current up to its highest intensity, but not to the point that would cause any significant rise in temperature too quickly. I was going to start with an initial punishment of twenty seconds. The maximum punishment would be eighty seconds, but that was the limit. I tested the current carefully on raw meat from the store with thermometers embedded adjacent to the electrodes, and eighty seconds was right at the limit that amount of current started to heat the meat. Just ever so slightly. Of course I didn't want to burn her. I didn't want any of those nerves damaged irreparably.

I had spent two years designing these rooms of torture for Katherine, well, Kat. I began to wondered if I could have some fun with that nickname. I remembered watching her in her very first movie. She was a cute little eight year old. And she just kept getting prettier and prettier. When she was ten, that's when I decided he would go through this. Did I have a point? Did I have a message I was trying to get across? Maybe. Maybe not. No, no message. Maybe I'm just a sick bastard who can get away with such a thing. But boy was it fun to watch.

I knew there would be tens of millions of people who watched the first video. But what I didn't expect, is how many of them stuck around to watch the second one, where she was raped. Of course, my first video was publicly denounced, and comments everywhere with a real identity attached to it universally condemned the brutality and repulsiveness of the video. But everywhere I looked, especially in the underground channels, the video was being redistributed, in the millions! And the comments, if they were from anonymous sources, were extraordinarily diverse. Some still condemned the video for sure, but still many others were lewd and on the other end of the spectrum even approving.

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Chapter 7: Raj

Raj didn't watch the other videos.

Just out of morbid curiosity he started the first few minutes of the second video as it was streaming live, but as soon as he figured out what was going to happened, he turned his computer off and sobbed. He couldn't bear to watch.

He had heard later that his worst fears were confirmed. Kat was indeed filmed being raped by a giant dog. Most had feared she had died. No way a twelve year old girl could survive an ordeal like that.

He had actually hoped that she had died. She had suffered enough at the hands of this monster. If she died then she would at least be at peace.

But then a week later another link appeared. And he clicked on it
again. He had of course been stalking her Twitter page religiously. Hoping for some good news. Maybe this next video was one of her being released.


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Fucking awesome. Mad respect to you.

It was magical, the writing, the setting, the atmosphere... Just incredible. Keep it up
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This was amazing, great writing, amazing skills, juicy and lovely humiliation and torture! Great job, absolutely classy! I was hoping Kat would preish at the end or at least would be less intact... but still cool! Plan to write more?

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Finally got around to making my first snuff thing using HoneySelect. This is a condensed version to go along with the text (the full version will be on my pixiv). Curious to see what people think about the writing and the pictures both. Is it good? Does it suck? What could be done better? Give me your thoughts!

(first part is intro, doesnt match image)

 Mary couldn’t believe what was happening. Less than an hour ago, she’d been sitting in class, listening to her U.S. History teacher drone on about their lecture. Now, it looked like she wasn’t going to see tomorrow. She, along with two of her classmates, received a note asking her to come to room C458 immediately. The note said it was to clear up a system error with her grades. Instead, she and the others walked straight into a trap with two Black Cats. She’d heard about them before, when her dad watched the news after work. The people on the TV called them a sex-positive, racial terrorist group, operating in various cities in the United States. All black, all female, with only one goal: killing white women. The TV people blamed the police, and the president, for not doing enough to stop the attacks, but her dad disagreed. He said it was almost impossible to find them. They didn’t riot, they didn’t make signs or hold protests, they didn’t make videos or give demands. They were completely indistinguishable from any other black woman you’d see. They loved to target young girls like her, her dad said, so be careful. Don’t go into any back rooms in restaurants, don’t wander off down an alley. Be safe, be smart. And that’s exactly what she thought she was doing. The doors were locked, their clothes had been ripped off by the already naked Black Cats, and the process started. The same process that young girls and women were always disposed of…
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The Cat wasn't finished yet, however. She turned around, squishing her lifeless face with her ass.

"You're a lucky one," she laughed, "not all of our victims get BOTH of our asses in their face!"
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She continued to bounce until she heard a deep crunch as Hanna's neck took a twist. The Cat giggled, wiggling her butt from side to side on top of her, making sure it was nice and broken. Whatever fleeting hope the detective had of ever waking up, it was gone forever. The thought alone almost made her finish again

Getting up, she whispered one last goodbye to the detective, promising to think of her as they killed their next little girl
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And so, the Cats left. The body that once was Detective Hanna lay limp, her head resting on a desk, her eyes staring off into nothing.

Doubtless, it would be a while before anyone found her. Once they did, Hanna would get her own spot in the police files, as yet another victim of the Black Cats.
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Nice to see you are back with another great set. I liked the idea of a dude some posts above, who wanted to see the cats stomp a pregnant white woman to death.Can you do something like that?
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Nice to see you are back with another great set. I liked the idea of a dude some posts above, who wanted to see the cats stomp a pregnant white woman to death.Can you do something like that?

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My friend gifted me this shirt, but was unable to tell me who the artist was, or where he got it. Does anyone know the source?

Also, does anyone know where to buy any other good gore shirts?
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anyone?

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Does anyone know where this is from? Maybe a movie or music video?
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Bump
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I noticed that the image is mirrored.
after flipping it in gimp, notice the sig says "lucifers-queen"

There is a tumbler page lucifers-queen.tumblr.com and connected to it is blackandwhitehorror.tumblr.com

try looking there.
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>>10646
Thanks for your help, the source was Dark House (2009)

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Doesnt have to be diarrhea or anything, only stomcha
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Go to Gurobooru>:D
Use the tags:

*Stomach
*Guts
*Intestines
*Impaled
*Dissection
*inflation
*tentacles
*all_the_way_through

Decent amount of images>:) (try to think of other shit too:))
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Last one was me>:)
Also Xray
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I have the worst fetish
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Not at all boy>:)

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Basically just any pic with a bloated chick with farts, feces or fart with implied desperation
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since this was looking a little barren, here's a few that sprung to mind.

The first is from
pixiv net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=61813773
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this second is from

pixiv net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=61251134

and inspired the third...
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the third being this, which was posted originally

pixiv net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=61753907

I do hope I understood your request properly.

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Freakshow
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Anyone got the pass of「 」's latest two works? There is no information on his posts. Links below

https://www.patreon.com/posts/16a08a-20215558
https://www.patreon.com/posts/p001-20099900

All Thx

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Johann Strauss was born to a prostitute, who lived in one of the many whorehouses in the city of Concor, capital of the Kingdom of Concorro. As a child, he grew up with dreams of living a successful life, taking care of his mother, and maybe even raising his own family in a small house outside the city. He knew it would be difficult, but he wanted to try regardless if only to prove his pessimistic mother wrong.

As he grew up, he began to learn. He learned how to earn money through street games and scams and theft. He scavenged through the garbage and brought home books and scrolls to teach himself how to read and write. He learned how to act and speak in a way that made others pity him enough to give him spare change.

He made acquaintances (no friends for there was no friendship to be found in the streets), made enemies (desperation was motive enough to drive anyone to do something stupid), found love (it wasn’t a crush god fucking damn it!), and a hundred and one other things besides.

He also learned that innocence was a fool’s word. And that he was better off without it.

x-x-x-x-x-X-X-X-X-X-X

When he was twelve years old, Johann Strauss took his first life.

He had been part of a gang at the time, a polite term for a group of street urchin. The motley ensemble was led by a particular piece of work, with the inability to accept failure and a sword sharp enough that no-one dared cross or defy his commands. Under his leadership, the ‘gang’ had made a plan to rob the Adventurer’s Guild, seizing the monthly gold earnings just as it was to be transported in the late hours of the night and making off with it before any of the Adventurers could rally and put up a fight.

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After cleaning up the rest of the bodies, securing Cynthia with makeshift bindings and a gag made from the clothes of the deceased, and manhandling the young girl into his wagon, Johann reported back to Cleaner HQ and told his boss what happened. The older woman asked him to show her the girl and Johann complied, pulling her out of the wagon for inspection. The older woman walked around her and nodded to Johann.

“She’s healthy and remarkably free of diseases.” She looked him over. “I take it she tried to rob you?”

“Tried.” Johann stressed, nudging the young girl with his foot and making her squirm. “And failed.”

“Not bad for your first day here.” The older woman tossed him a small bag of coins. “I’m Amanda. I’ll be your boss from here on out. Come back here every other day to work and we’ll keep paying you good money.”

“I will ma’am. Thank you.” Johann glanced at Cynthia. “But what about her?”

“You told her yourself; you’re her owner now. She’s your responsibility.” Amanda smiled. “She’ll have to be registered and branded though. Luckily, this sort of thing happens frequently enough that we have the papers necessary for slave registration. Follow me and we’ll get you and her sorted out.”

Cynthia struggled in her bindings, screaming into her gag. Johann cast a look in her direction and grabbed her head, forcing her to look at him.

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this is good
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Excellent! Looking forward to continuation the story!
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Very sweet and lovely story. Thank you!
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more

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Never managed to find any decent ones
Example: This scene is from Blood Royale episode 2. One girl is suspended and is forced to shit while another girl is forced to eat it.
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Perhaps one of these?
hentai.animeholics.org/anime-list/category/scat/
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hentai.animeholics.org/anime-list/category/urophagia/

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Looking for art of girls with guns pointed at their pussies, ready to be fired or being shot between their legs. Binus point if it's suicide
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Go to Gurobooru >:D
with tags
*pussy *shot (for bonus *impale, *Clit/Clit_torture, gun)

Should satisfy you blood lust for a small while

BTW Gurobooru is almost strictly Guro pics so anyone else looking for stuff its kinda a one stop shop:)
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Anyone know where I could find more of this artist? Original post was on darkfetishnet's amazon combat group.
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This is art of the famous artist moon! He is on DA!
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>10639

Do you happen to have a link to his profile? DA's search function is being less than helpful.
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I'm sitting and waiting for her to make a loud noise, I look at her slender body, spidery limbs lazily bound to the chair at the wrists and ankles, her head drooping aimlessly about, too heavy for her to carry so that all she can do is sway back and forth, dragging along her golden waterfall of sweat frizzed hair.

I wait for her to make a loud noise, but it doesn't come. When I first put the tape over her mouth, she had so much screaming she tried to let out. I thought her parents might've been able to hear it up stairs if they weren't already well on their way up to heaven. She would stomp and tense, and her chair shuffled along randomly on the floor, I had to hold it down to keep her from kicking herself over. She had so much energy then, that was about 16 minutes ago. But now I wait for her to make the same noise, and I don't think she can.

When she looks up to me, it's only for a moment before she gets too tired holding up her head and her neck cranes back down, dropping it. When she looks up at me, her eyes just flit across mine and lose focus, finding nothing of interest in the ceiling and slowly rolling up into her head before she lets it drop again. When she looks up at me, I get a little rush of pleasure, waiting for that big sound, the anticipation grows higher as I realize it won't come. I look at her face, soaking hair matted to her forehead. The red color slowly running from her cheeks. The tape from the beginning of our play date pushed over her mouth. It's become a little loose, and when she breathes in the loose flap is sucked up to block her nose. She's starting to shake, she looks cold, I go to her.

She's nearly glistening under the warm cellar light, the smokey dust of the unused basement flirts with her form like the aura of a dream. She tries to look up at me and doesn't make it all the way, her head drops back down before she can raise up to met even my chest, so she just shivers. When I'm this close, I can hear her wheezing against the wrinkled grey tape as she tries to breathe in. I can see her back heave and drop randomly. I help her, I take my hands to her cheeks and lift her face gently. Now she can make eye contact with me.

Dialated eyes focus on random parts of my face, they don't look like they're taking in any more than a blur. They're blue, they're bigger than ever, and more beautiful than ever as well. I can see them focus and null out and repeat and repeat, I see her eyebrows wrinkle with fear and worry and pai

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I love this so much. Slow suffocation stories are my favorite, and you rarely see them here.
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Thank you, comments make it worth it

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Disclaimer: This is more for sharing an idea than a full story for now. Feel free to spin this further as you please. Main focus is "her" experience and fascination with her own guts coming out.



Lisa sat down, after she had recovered from the first shock of falling from her bike and hurting her belly on the sharp corners of some farming equipment that had been left on the field road. Now she looked at the red, bubble like thing that bulged out of her belly. She was only wearing shorts and a bikini top, so her belly had been free. Oddly enough It barely bled and looked almost pinkish, so she wondered what it was. At first she thought it was a piece of plastic. It shifted slightly as she pushed against her belly skin next to it. The sight was mesmerizing as it bulged a tiny bit further out as her skin shifted. Almost like some kind of balloon. Curiously she touched the pinkish bulge. It was sticky, and she felt a numb poke somewhere inside her belly. She pressed on the other side and saw it slide out a tiny bit further. Oddly curious she squeezed her belly muscles and put a bit of pressure in her belly. Not much, after all the wound was painful. With the added pressure it bulged further, sliding ever so slowly, until suddenly, with a relief of tension and a jiggely jerk, the bubble popped free and somewhat unraveled. Gasping, she gaped at what was now clearly a loop of her entrails, coming out of the hole in her belly - coiled once on itself around her bellybutton, and then went back inside of her. It even moved slightly on its own, like a worm. It was mesmerizing. Gross and fascinating at the same time. She should have been panicing or afraid, but all she felt was curiousity and fascination and maybe a bit of arousal. Hesitantly she touched the loop with a finger, felt the loop of digestive-tract-muscle clench and propel its contents through itself as if it was an animal on its own. Playfully she squeezed it with two fingers, halting the progress of whatever she had eaten for breakfast that was in process of being digested...

Lisa hesitated for a bit, playing with the part that was supposed to be inside herself, but it did not particularly hurt. Not more than doing nothing. Feeling increasingly aroused she decided to be a bit bolder and gently tugged on it. It was the weirdest feeling in her belly, like someone was sucking on her insides. Slowly but without much resistance, more of her colon came out. In school she had learned her colon would be over two meters long, if it were to be stretched out straight. She was somewhat hesitant to pull further and relieved the tension, which prompted her entrails to slowly suck themselves back in - although still more remained outside than there had originally been. Could she stuff it back in?

Pushing slightly with two fingers, this time she did the opposite and instead of pushing her belly she made it hollow. That however was pretty uncomfy. There was a sting from where she had hurt herself and she let go of it and grimaced.

Would she be able to stand up?

Lisa was still pondering that when she heard happy barking. She knew the curious black dog. It belonged to one of the farmers and was very playful - although not well trained. She sometimes played fetch with it and the animal recognized her when she drove by. Usually it was running free...


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Pls continue, its great.

Where can I read about your another stories?
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>>14008
Inkbunny and FA.
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This is a very fun idea! I like to imagine she escapes from Charly (after some fun) with most of her insides still intact, if not inside. From there you can do a lot with a girl who's been disemboweled but is still alive and trying to hide it. Like work/school, trying to act casual around friends.

"Why are you still wearing your shirt, Lisa? It's so warm!"

"Oh, I know, haha, I'm just a little shy today I guess..." as she subtly tucks in some hanging entrails, shifting uncomfortably on her seat...
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>>14034
Thats definitely a fun possibility. I was musing with the idea that she might spot the farmer (Charly's owner) come on the horizon. She wants to hide her mishap from him because its so embarassing, but her bowels are too messed up to just stuff them back in, so she quickly feeds them to the dog and urges him to finnish up before his owner is there.
There's a few ways this can be taken, I was hoping someone would just pick up the story and continue it however they like it - for a bit. Obviously killing her would be unfun because then the story ends. But other than that theres many many options.
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>>14057

I'm certainly not ruling out doing something with the set up. As you say, lot's of ways it could go...

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