>>133668
Yes! We need more explosives in here!

>>26640
wow - Cube-Vibes

>>26640
Very nice! Thank you! <3

sorry, what's the shit you use to make this crap? thnx! :3

Where is all the liquid from the breast implants of those fake breasts?
Sigh :(

>>65624

This looks so good Ada Guy, and her eyes/eyeholes look so fuckable… maybe another time

>>65623
delicious! keep up the good work

>>65624
Very sexy

Hey everyone my new video is almost finished coming soon stay tuned
https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/149452878
https://www.fanbox.cc/@shadoway

>>65651
keep focus on porn with black guys. Great work man!

There's chloe from grojband

and trina riffin

>>39477
>>39476
Awesome to see girls from Grojband. How about Laney?

Can you please do some Dashie?

>>19239

Thanks

In front of blue lockers, Jessica is a large-breasted, fit, fine-ass 19-year-old, hazel-eyed, German girl. She has shoulder-length orange hair with a lime-green hairband. She is dead on her knees. Her neck is cut, and it is extremely bloody. Blood flows down her chest. Each exposed breast and nipple has a deep, bloody X-shaped cut. Her back and head arch backwards. She wears a shredded, blood-stained lilac polo shirt and violet miniskirt and torn, blood-stained white panties, exposing her bloodied vagina. She wears lilac socks. She is holding in her own bloody spilled entrails from a large cut wound on her stomach. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her eyes are closed. Her nose bleeds. Her chin is slackened. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloodied mouth. A skinny man with short brown hair is standing over her, holding her head up by her hair. He wears a yellow T-shirt with a black eyepatch. He is smiling evilly. She lactates vigorously. He twists her head. He fucks her ass. He holds a bloody Bowie knife. A second Jessica is lying dead, head down, ass up nearby.

In front of blue lockers, Jessica is a large-breasted, fit, fine-ass 19-year-old, hazel-eyed, German girl. She has shoulder-length orange hair with a lime-green hairband. She is dead on her knees. Her neck is cut, and it is extremely bloody. Blood flows down her chest. Each exposed breast and nipple has a deep, bloody X-shaped cut. Her back and head arch backwards. She wears a shredded, blood-stained lilac polo shirt and violet miniskirt and torn, blood-stained white panties, exposing her bloodied vagina. She wears lilac socks. She is holding in her own bloody spilled entrails from a large cut wound on her stomach. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her eyes are closed. Her nose bleeds. Her chin is slackened. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloodied mouth. A skinny man with short brown hair is standing over her, holding her head up by her hair. He wears a yellow T-shirt with a black eyepatch. He is smiling evilly. She lactates vigorously. He twists her head. He fucks her ass. He holds a bloody Bowie knife. A second Jessica is lying dead, head down, ass up nearby.

In front of blue lockers, Jessica is a large-breasted, fit, fine-ass 19-year-old, hazel-eyed, German girl. She has shoulder-length orange hair with a lime-green hairband. She is dead on her knees. Her neck is cut, and it is extremely bloody. Blood flows down her chest. Each exposed breast and nipple has a deep, bloody X-shaped cut. Her back and head arch backwards. She wears a shredded, blood-stained lilac polo shirt and violet miniskirt and torn, blood-stained white panties, exposing her bloodied vagina. She wears lilac socks. She is holding in her own bloody spilled entrails from a large cut wound on her stomach. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her eyes are closed. Her nose bleeds. Her chin is slackened. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloodied mouth. A skinny man with short brown hair is standing over her, holding her head up by her hair. He wears a yellow T-shirt with a black eyepatch. He is smiling evilly. She lactates vigorously. He twists her head. He fucks her ass. He holds a bloody Bowie knife. A second Jessica is lying dead, head down, ass up nearby.

In front of blue lockers, Jessica is a large-breasted, fit, fine-ass 19-year-old, hazel-eyed, German girl. She has shoulder-length orange hair with a lime-green hairband. She is dead on her knees. Her neck is cut, and it is extremely bloody. Blood flows down her chest. Each exposed breast and nipple has a deep, bloody X-shaped cut. Her back and head arch backwards. She wears a shredded, blood-stained lilac polo shirt and violet miniskirt and torn, blood-stained white panties, exposing her bloodied vagina. She wears lilac socks. She is holding in her own bloody spilled entrails from a large cut wound on her stomach. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her eyes are closed. Her nose bleeds. Her chin is slackened. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloodied mouth. A skinny man with short brown hair is standing over her, holding her head up by her hair. He wears a yellow T-shirt with a black eyepatch. He is smiling evilly. She lactates vigorously. He twists her head. He fucks her head. He holds a bloody Bowie knife. A second Jessica is lying dead on her back, knees sprawled. jessica sucks his penis.

In front of blue lockers, Jessica is a large-breasted, fit, fine-ass 19-year-old, hazel-eyed, German girl. She has shoulder-length orange hair with a lime-green hairband. She is dead on her knees. Her neck is cut, and it is extremely bloody. Blood flows down her chest. Each exposed breast and nipple has a deep, bloody X-shaped cut. Her back and head arch backwards. She wears a shredded, blood-stained lilac polo shirt and violet miniskirt and torn, blood-stained white panties, exposing her bloodied vagina. She wears lilac socks. She is holding in her own bloody spilled entrails from a large cut wound on her stomach. Her sunken face is extremely bloody and bruised. Her eyes are closed. Her nose bleeds. Her chin is slackened. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloodied mouth. A skinny man with short brown hair is standing over her, holding her head up by her hair. He wears a yellow T-shirt with a black eyepatch. He is smiling evilly. She lactates vigorously. He twists her head. He fucks her head. He holds a bloody Bowie knife. A second Jessica is lying dead on her back, knees sprawled. Jessica sucks his penis., sci-fi, horror He licks her.

>>26484
>>26485

Awesome! yeah back in the days to create something like these without AI took immense dedication and craft. Huge respect.

>>26517
I didn't think it could get any better. Happy to be wrong. This is fucking amazing.

>>26523
perfect!

>>26523
Absolutely love the tit slicing

Well, since we've been doing the lightsaber/laser cutting subject recently, here's a thought I'd like to provide. After a slashing, the body may stay intact/freeze briefly, and the girl realizes what happened, then slides into half.
Attachment is an example made by Kagezako.
Also, here's a clip from the movie "Johnny Mnemonic" as a reference for the laser cut. https://files.catbox.moe/zd7zgg.mp4

These are pretty bad ass. I'm listening to the album now.

>>26270
Demon Arcade Queens 👍👍👍

Sounds awesome! Keep cooking brother!

>>26512
>>26529
Thank you very much!

>>26674
Her funeral properly

Did Caitlyn and Jinx become friends? I'd like to think they did since they shared the same storage room. Also, are there hands tied all the time? If not, Jinx would torture Caitlyn and Maddie brutally because it's her nature, and Caitlyn would likely welcome it, knowing what Holes deserve and fate. But Maddie would complain and sob about it. The prisoners would enjoy this entertainment, and in return they will treat Jinx as brutal as she did with Caitlyn and Maddie. Of course, Jinx wouldn't mind it.

>>31838
They didn't exactly become friends but they chat from time to time, like neighbours.

Their hands are not tied 24/7 but someone can tie them if they want and they only get untied when someone untie them, they also can't really move their bodies just their arms and legs. It's a bit different for Jinx since she works on the stuffed heads, but yeah, she likes to play when she can ;)

Caitlyn doesn't "welcome" it but she accepts with no issues. Maddie screams her lungs out and beg her to stop.

And yeah, they are brutal with everyone ;)

With deep breaths the meatgirl suddenly woke up. Odalia looked around: stoves, pans, ovens. She was in a kitchen. And even worse, she quickly realised she was naked, her large breasts bounced heavily with each inhalations. From the corner of her eye she saw that a few noticed her waking up. She wanted to run, but metal bars weighted on her chest and legs. They had put her in a cage specially for food.

Odalia had no ways to lift the bars, but through sheer fear of death she managed to squeeze herself between those. Of course the cooks prepared for this eventuality. Quickly all of the catering staff gathered in this part of the kitchen, and the one who saw her wake up snatched the back of her head and yanked her on the counter. “She’s awake now! We can’t delay her cooking any longer, the ones scheduled to prepare her with me stop what you’re doing and help me, the rest you can go back to your station.” He explained.

Odalia’s face was covered in tears. “Please! Spare me!” The chef pushed her deeper into the metal of the table. “Everyone suffered from what you did before your exile. Do not expect mercy or compassion from anyone ever again.” Three more cooks held her limbs and locked her on a stray of vegetables. They pinned her down while rubbing her body with oil and spices. The meatgirl trashed around, or at least tried to. They especially secured her when stuffing her ass and pussy with ground meat. They gaged her screams and pleads with a bright red apple.

Once they plugged her holes with Radishes, the chef grabbed a fork and used it to poke four holes into her boob. The pain made the adrenaline surged into her body and she managed to push the cooks away barely enough to slide her oiled body between their grips. The meat had no ideas what to do, she spotted a door and bet it all on hoping for a way out. She ran with all her strengths, she couldn’t waste time by removing the apple or the fork, so she just ran through the tears, pain, and extreme discomfort. “The roast is getting away!” she heard behind her.

All of the staff members come running at her, they weren’t trained figthers like her daughter and future daughter-in-law, but they had the numbers. Odalia on the other hand, had nothing. She was fat, not too fat, just enough to give her a perfect marbling and a hard time running. The oil on her feet made is horrendously difficult to run. The stuffing in her holes weighted her down and made each step a torment. And her huge boobs flopped with each of those steps, the mouvement in itself was hindering, and painful, they flapped against her chest, hurting it and themselves, they shifted her weight constantly and blocked her line of sight, and that is without the fork sunk into the right one.

The cooks had the advantage to know the place. One hurled a frying pan into the meat’s path, and she received it into the corner of her forehead. The impact not only hurt like hell but caused the fleeing food to last her balance. She mixed-up her feet and had to fight to stand right. Forced into half skating with the oil on her feet and making random steps to not fall, her large body did not help her to balance herself. She eventually completely fell forward and slide to the door, or into the door face first to be exact.

In a semi-relieved panic she attempted to reach for the door nobs, but the door was lock. She never had a way to escape to begin with. A fraction of a second later, the chef grab the meat and wrap his hand around her throat. “Not a chance! Roasts roast. You won’t escape your fate, you deserve this.” The rest of the cook immediately bent her limbs, folded her boobs and ass to limit every inch of moments she could do.

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“You may kiss the brides!” announced the priest. Luz and Amity shared a kiss as the gathering of their friends cheered. Amity threw the bouquet and their friend Willow caught it. This meant the party could properly begin!

The caterers brought the different dishes and lastly the large roasted corpse of Odalia. It was a nice golden brown, and diffused an incredible smell all around. Her face was visibly covered in dried tears. All of the guests let out a long “WOOOW!” of excitement as they saw who they were going to eat.

Eda, Luz’s mother figure, approached the couple with a smirk. “Congratulations! You didn’t tell me you roasted that bitch! Well done.” Luz and Amity laughed at her comment, and the former gave Eda a high-five.

As per the tradition, the newlyweds went to the roast and grabbed a large knife together. Odalia’s mouth was still letting out smoke through the apple and here eyes had been crushed and replaced by cherries. None could repress a smile after seeing her tormented expression. With cheers, the couple used their knife and sliced off a large chunk out of Odalia’s ass. “Yeah!!!!” they heard.

After the first cut, everyone could get their share. The caterers helped them and some guests help themselves. Quickly, Amity’s former mother only had half of her meat left. They grabbed meat all over her body, her bones quickly appeared. She looked like a chicken carcass.

Everyone got their meat and vegetable, it was served on paper plates so the guests could eat it while they walked, danced, and chatted. The party resumed, the main couple lit the dance floor, their friends and family around them, some chatting, some dancing.

Luz and amity stopped once in a while to nipple at their meal. They were served one tip of the boobs each and the pussy to share. When they finished their plate, the guest went back to the buffet to grab a bit more meat from Odalia’s bones.

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No context for this one ;)

*********

The guest sat down in the comfortable armchair. Before long he had Harley in front of him. She was kneeling and pulling down his pants. She quickly took his tip into her mouth to play.

“Hello and welcome mister. I am here solely to please you, if there’s anything you’d like feel free to ask.” She explained before resuming her blowjob.

This let the guest happily surprised. “Really anything, let’s see…” He caressed her face with a single finger. “What would happen if I asked you to serve me this pretty face of yours on a plate.”

Harley stifled a laugh through his dick, she slid it out of her mouth to reply, but she kept entertaining it with a handjob. “If you asked me for that, then I’d have one of my friend over there take care of you. After that I’d go to our kitchen and take a knife. I would slid it between my teeth and lip, then shove it until it comes out from the side and do the same all around. Once cleaned, I’d then push my face, barely tied to my skull, into a burning pan, making sure all of your meat gets evenly toasted before slicing it completely off from my head. I’d add everything you want me to, and finally another of my friend would bring you your meal, while I wait in the trash can as used good. Be before that...”

She plays with him even more sensually, licking his cock and rubbing it against her face to make him enjoy this even more. “I’d have to ask you how done you want your meat.”

>>26615
>>26617
>>26618
>>26619
Love these last four, the last two especially. English text is always a huge plus for me.

This one is markedly worse, the Mindbreak feature is nearly impossible and completely uneeded.

I just completed the whole thing, all 3 branches, Dee's book, etc.

It was an awesome read. Really the best I've read in a long time.

The mindbreak thing gets a bit in the way of casual reading, but provides a good imersion. I did however had to retry many times to find the right phrase, and it was a bit bothersome. Still, I made it. I'm used to indy arcade games with many retries to get a specific scene so it was a bit similar to that, repeating a scene over and over to get to find the right mindbreak solution.

I liked the non repetitiveness of the death scenes, or split of details between them (one focussing on getting in the 9ven, the ither of the baking process, other of the deguststion, etc.)

I would have enjoyed a few scene where her decapitated head is fucked while her body is roasting, but heh. (If there was ine, I didn't find it) I still really wnjoyed the game over scenes. I hope you make more of these type of games. (not necessarly another sequel)

Cheers!

Thanks for both comments, I really appreciate it. The mindbreak has had some love/hate feedback, for sure, and noted.

And - thank you to anonymous for saying it was the best thing you'd read in a long time and doing multiple play throughs! Means a lot! Email me at [email protected] if you want to connect

>>31800

> “Just a little taste! …”
This post can also only be a little taste, taking into account that you announced that you'll try to get Part Two finished this coming week. It's just Monday which means there is much time to deliver an epic epos, isn't it? :)=) I'm sure we can expect another splendid masterpiece.


@Tanja Mars and @Sven Ritter: This opulent setup developed by Edward looks to me very suitable for your kind of artwork as you already had produced scenarios with feasts at (garden) parties. What do you think?

Very sorry, I don't think I am going to finish this by the end of tomorrow and I'm sure nobody wants to see the ending rushed! I will be otherwise occupied for about a week from tomorrow so I shall finish it when I'm back! In the mean time, I shall post as much as I have so far!

Once everyone was close to being done eating their Iphegnia appetiser, members of Melanie’s team went around with rubbish bags to collect the used plates. Agamemnon knelt with his head bowed on one side of the altar while the priest stood looking upwards, his arms raised to the heavens, on the other and the two handmaidens knelt at either end, their heads bowed in supplication like their master. The whole scene and all the performers who had been part of it sank down into the floor which closed over them, leaving an open and empty arena once more. Nep was about to ask what was going to happen next but then a deep and resonant voice began to boom through the speakers around the theatre.

“And so, his sacrifice being pleasing to Hera and to her husband and their court, Agamemnon and his fleet did set sail for Troy.” The voice was familiar, like it was somebody he knew from TV, and Nep wondered whether it was a pre-recorded track or there was someone down below reading out the narration in real time. Either was, he wondered also whether it really was a performance by someone famous that Melanie’s company had been able to arrange or whether it was just a man with a similar voice imitating the better-known actor. “The journey was long and arduous,” the voice continued in a sonorous rumble, “but in time they reached their destination and did lay siege to the city. But,” the narration continued, “the walls of Troy were impregnable, its soldiers who defended them mighty, and although they could not be defeated, Agamemnon’s army could gain no advantage over them either. Days turned to weeks, weeks to months and months to years,” the unseen narrator reported gravely as the whole audience, Nep included, listened in enraptured silence, “and the goddesses who watched over the Greeks and over the people of Troy wept at the loss of life and resolved to beseech Zeus to bring about a speedy conclusion. Yet each wished for their chosen people to prevail.”

Two smaller circular trap-doors opened in the floor and a cloud of smoke, illuminated very brightly from below, erupted from each of them. The light made them almost too bright to look at, which was the idea, and as the light disappeared and the smoke began to dissipate, two figures were revealed. Two girls, both around fifteen or sixteen years old, now stood before the throne. Both incredibly beautiful, one on the left from Nep’s perspective was black with her hair in micro-braids but tied up elegantly under a golden tiara. He sheer toga was a rich purple and she wore gold jewellery like Rowan’s. The other girl had golden-blonde hair which was partially tied back and partially allowed to hang in ringlets either side of her face and onto her shoulders, and a honey tone to her skin hinting at perhaps some mixed heritage in her ancestry. Her toga was green to match her eyes. Like Rowan, both girls had one breast exposed. In the case of the girl in purple it was her right and for the girl in green her left.

“Why have you come before us?” Rowan, in her role as Hera, asked imperiously.

“I, Artemis, have come to petition the Mighty Zeus on behalf of the people of Troy!” the black girl declared.

“And I, Athena, seek your favour, oh Mighty Zeus, for the Greeks.”

“And what will you offer me in return for my favour?” Nep asked, taking in the sight of the scantily-clad teens and trying not to think too much about what he knew must be to come later, wanting to savour the whole experience and enjoy every moment building up to the inevitable climax.

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The team worked quickly and efficiently, smearing the naked teens from neck to to toe with oil then patting a mixture of dried herbs, rock salt and cracked pepper-corns all over them as, behind them, another altar like the one on which Iphegnia had been sacrificed rose up out of the ground. The one, however, was nearly three times the length and was topped with a bed of real, glowing coals rather than a metal hot-plate. The reliefs carved or moulded around its sides showed scene of the Trojan war, including the horse being brought into the city by its unsuspecting inhabitants, Odysseus and his men slipping out of it and opening the gates then Agamemnon’s army swarming in and sacking the city. At either end of this altar were bronze spits protruding around three feet out of the ground at an angle of around forty-five degrees. Mounted onto the ends of the altar’s top surround were matching bronze handles and on the ground were similar arches that a foot could be slipped under with a curved piece behind to cup the heel.

Once again, once the first team had done their work, a second team appeared with the apparatus needed to remove the hair from their heads so that it would not burn as they cooked. With a dignity befitting the divine nature they portrayed, the two oiled and seasoned goddesses, their heads now as smooth as the mouth-watering fillets between their legs, approached the altar, Artemis to the left, from Nep and Rowan’s perspective, and Athena to the right. First slipping their feet under the arches then positioning them so that their heels were against the back plates, both girls carefully lowered themselves onto the sharp, waiting spits which extended a good ten inches inside their bodies. Both girls winced as the spits forced their way through their cervix and into their uterus but neither cried out or gave any other sigh of distress. They were meant to be goddesses after all, offering themselves as a sacrifice, and the self-impalement was a sign of their willingness in making their offering. Breathing heavily and trying to relax around the thick, bronze intruders, both girls gripped the handles at their respective ends of the altar and a mechanical, rumbling sound started up.

It was difficult for the audience to notice what was happening at first but they quickly worked out, as much from the way the girls squirmed and straightened their backs as much as anything else, that the spits were working their way up inside them, pushed by some unseen force from below. At around the same moment, both girls began to cough as if they had something stuck in their throat then the spits erupted out of their mouths, pushing down their tongues and scraping against their teeth until they came to a stop with about twelve inches visible in front of each girl. With the audience watching in awe, a second, much thinner spike began to rise out of the ground an inch or so behind each spit. These spikes, the caterers carefully guided into each girl’s anus to serve as a stabiliser. The angle of both spit then began to change, with the mechanical mount of each rising up behind them and lifting the spit horizontal, the girls still holding onto the handles for the moment but shifting their feet out of the floor-stirrups.

Once the spits were fully horizontal. The caterers lifted the girls’ legs level with it and tied their ankles to the spit with the same golden rope that had been used to tie Gemma’s behind her head. Then they tied their wrists behind their backs and used the remainder of the rope to connect wrists to ankles so that the arms of the roasting girls would not flop about too much as they turned. With another mechanical rumbling, scraping sound the spits moved forward so that the girls were now suspended over to coals, the tips of their respective spits just inches from each other, then they began to turn.

Inside the horse, the pre-teen girls squirmed with pleasure against their bonds, the inside of the effigy bombarding them with heat from all sides as they were constantly misted with a fine mix of water and seasoned oil, both to keep them moist as they cooked but also to ensure the most delicious possible flavour for their meat.

“Did you see Nep’s face when we came out!” Suzi giggled in a soft voice which never the less resonated around the inside of the glowing orange chamber so that Gemma could easily hear. “I thought he was gonna pass out!”

“I bet he’s looking forward to your tits!” Gemma grinned. “Do you think he’ll have both of them or share one with his girlfriend?” They both giggled, Suzi clearly understanding that her friend was referring to the young woman who was playing his wife in a professional capacity.

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Just a little something that Ed asked me to work on to dress up the story, ... Might be more later

How about staking this vampire in the heart, please?

Any Ryona or pissplay LoRAs for Anima?

I hope you're okay.

Would love to see Sarah from TLoU crucified naked

Could you gut Maomao...?

St. Barbara Altarpiece (1447) by Wilhelm Kalteysen

https://pl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilhelm_Kalteysen
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saint_Barbara

lower left: stabbing & getting her head hammered
lower right: dragged by a horse

...the patron saint of debreasting.

She was tortured for refusing the advances of a Roman official by having her breasts torn off, and this has resulted in a lot of odd "celebration" of this event with paintings like the one below, with breast-shaped cakes and candies, etc.

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The Surgeon (1555) by Jan Sanders van Hemessen
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jan_Sanders_van_Hemessen
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Surgeon_(painting)
trepanation / surgical
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trepanation

'The death of the Princesse de Lamballe' by Maxim Faivre. The painting was first exhibited in 1908. She was killed during the French Revolution, her body was reportedly undressed, decapitated and paraded while her head was put on a pike.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_death_of_the_Princesse_de_Lamballe