Hi guys,I can't seem to find an old comic, it was about a group of guys who bet which girls had the heaviest boobs, so they cut them off and weighed them to see who it was ? I think I remember it being in a more western style ? Oh and not to sound picky, but if you have Nhentai links, I can't use them, the site is blocked by my country, so any other source would be very much appreciated :) Thanks a lot :)

Everything that is from a female pov.

The gilding of Ben

I am a dominant male and own three slaves. One is Maria. She’s 25 and a keeper. Submissive to the extreme she takes my dick down her throat like it was the air she cannot breathe at that moment. She likes to get whipped, but she’s no pain slut. In the beginning she was not much to look at, but since I got her I have made her take cosmetic surgery which increased her bust size to a D cup. I also had them remove the protection of her clitoris and let them cut away her labia. Now she is exactly the fuck doll she always wanted to be.
Also, I got Huckleberry, which is 32 and became my first slave. I didn’t get him for sex – in the beginning – but for pleasing my inner sadistic self. We did start with SSC stuff and moved on the RACK, but didn’t stop there. Now he is an eunuch which lives to serve me and his duty is licking Maria and getting stuffed. He is so good with preparing Maria for me, that she has to be gagged. And while my neighbors know about our live style I decided, that it’s a live and let live. So, she gets gagged – which she loves – and then she does not disturb anyone. It’s a nice life, I tell you.
And then there is Ben. Just turned 19 and became my submissive just a few days after his 18th birthday. Yes, I differentiate between submissive and slave. A submissive has to serve at least 6 months before I allow him to be called my slave. It is part of a little celebration where he gets collared with a permanent steel collar. After this the slave truly becomes my property and I insist on the slave understanding what this means. Yet, Ben, which is a slender white boy with brown hair, was willing to become property, even after seeing Huckleberry’s and Maria’s scars and brandings.
I didn’t just have these three slaves. I got several more, but some I sold to interested couples, one died while serving and some just disappeared, one way or the other.
But since it is a special day today, one should not dwell on such thoughts. Especially since it is Ben’s one year anniversary!

ask humbly adout artist about this picture , did someone know about this artist or where can i find most picture about this artist

this is an excerpt from my eBook I just published, "Evil Demon: Bloodlust" … it's a joke story with the focus on gore, dark humor, and sex… (Serial killer dude kidnaps sexy grill and kills her in a bdsm sexual torture kind of way). basically a literary snuff. it's pretty short at 4.6K words.

I placed Nicole on her knees and stood up, holding the back of her head with my left hand, and moved her hair so she could see. Her gaze stayed fixed on the wall to her right, even as I pressed my cock into her left eye. She tried closing it but her eyelid wasn’t exactly an effective barrier. The bones sticking out of her shoulders swiveled around in the air and she growled viciously as I pushed my cock deeper in her eye socket. Blood and other fluids seeped out, sliding down her face and dripping off her chin. A moment before I reached the back wall, her mashed eyeball oozed out around my cock. I pressed firmly against it for good measure. Then, I went to one of the bags and obtained a cherry bomb and a lighter.

Introducing "The Beheading of Ember"

Hi my name is Shemshemet,
I'm into guro almost as long as I can remember. A long time lurker finally decided to contribute to the community :)

Feel free to contact me under
[email protected]
or pm me on reddit u/shemshemet7
I might consider doing commissions

[Castration] [Non-consensual]

I felt the thrill rise in my chest as I heaved his limp muscular frame out the truck and onto the motel bed. The courtyard was deserted, the only light from the buzzing sign and the swinging of headlights from the distant freeway. It was all planned, of course, and he wasn't even nearly my first, but it was always a very different thing planning as to doing. The flimsy plastic dust sheets rustled and crinkled and clung as I hauled him onto that pedestal, but they never tore. He lay still now, his breathing slow and shallow, his body bound by the gentle ropes of the powder I'd so innocently dusted into his drink. I looked over him, and I felt that familiar rush. That excitement of the predator looking on its prey, ready to pluck him at its leisure.

I tugged and pulled at his jeans and his flannel before finally surrendering to the ENT scissors, lazy but effectively slicing until he was as naked as the day his mother born him. How she'd hate to see him now, if she knew what he'd become and what he'd done and what I's about to do to him. But how proud she must be to see her boy all growed up, a big strong man, muscled, making some kind of living for himself off the sweat of those broad shoulders. I got up on that bed, toying with my prey. In that moment I owned him, defenceless, sedated, his powerful arms and his fierce gaze tranquillised, every advantage of his brash maleness deserting him.

I crouched down between his legs, only one piece of clothing not yet in shreds in the trash bag. I put my hand over it, feeling the warm bulge of manhood, bundled it up into my grasp, squeezing and caressing it. I knew it was ridiculous, but it wasn't for him. Heck, he was asleep, he wouldn't know. It was for me. The closer they got to the knife, the closer their manhood came to becoming mine, the more it thrilled me. I sliced open the legs of his underwear, tore the fabric away, almost mesmerised by the gentle bob of his dick as it rolled over his orbs. He was completely hairless down there, bet he thought he was god's gift.

I leaned in closer, took in the smell, his sweat, his musk. Before I knew it I was touching it, holding it to my nose, my tongue, tasting his cock. It filled my mouth and I felt it grow, quivering attentively. Soon it would be soft forever, never giving him another ounce of pleasure, never leading him astray. I pushed my head down, allowing it to stretch my throat as I inhaled his musk. My hands found his balls, one in each palm, and I felt my heart flutter as I imagined taking them from him, taking his manhood, his muscles, his manliness. Leaving his sack empty and his cock limp and turning him into an 'it'. I savoured his taste, the pre-cum automatically oozing from him as his body responded to my touch. I sucked one of those balls, felt its smooth curves against my tongue, nipped at his cords with my teeth before I stopped myself, pulled my attention back to the task at hand.

I gloved my hands and taped his stiff cock to his belly and poured the iodine on, rubbed it into his hot skin with the swabs. I draped his groin with the sterile blue paper sheets, his sack protruding through the hole. I didn't need to rush, he'd be out a good few hours more yet, but it never took me long. Out of habit I injected the lignocaine he didn't deserve into the skin down the middle of his scrotum, held it tight as I sliced through that tough membrane. A little clear fluid leaked out, and there it was: his left ball, nearly mine.

I cut through its pale flesh and muscle envelope, pulled it away from his body and dissected his cords with the outside of my scissors like I'd learned. Tied off those arteries and veins that kept his manhood alive, One, two, three knots, one, two, three ties. I put the blade of my scissors between the second and third ties before I paused. Not yet. I took the scalpel again and cut a neat line through the wall between the two halves of his scrotum, fished out his other testicle, repeated the process. Both his nuts hung out the slit I'd made, his scrotum strangely - excitingly - empty without their bulk. Would anyone else ever see him as intimately as I had? Would anyone else ever touch his cock and feel it grow and glisten as I had? I savoured the moment. I took the scissors in one hand, and his manhood in the other, drawing them away from his body and towards mine. They were already dying, anyway, those tight stitches strangling them, cutting off his testosterone supply. I closed the handles of my scissors. His plucked fruit fell into my specimen pot with a splash of formaldehyde while his pruned cords sprang back into his body.

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Post women with pussies instead of nipples w/ or w/o penetration

Could someone please draw 10t getting her massive titties torn off? Either by a super villain or just an unfortunate accident that comes with being a hero.

Are there any guro templates/resources for making edits?

Kinda like these, but with violence instead, you know?

It time put her mouth on her head
(Edit always welcome)
<<- this it example for headlips

Some minor context for disclosures sake. I decided to try and use an AI to help me get off. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn't….this time it didn't… but I ended up getting into the story. The AI contributed at most 6 sentences, four of which I rewrote completely because they were trash. The other two were so basic I didn't bother removing them. So without further addo, here's Little Captain:

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Leian was a lab grown superhuman made with a supremely high intellect and sharp reflexes. The idea was to create the perfect starship captain, and the project was an overwhelming success. Leian was top of her class in every regard, at six years old she was outperforming veteran captains in simulations. Which is why Adrian was so shocked to find her in his room with his dirty gym socks in her hand. Her pale face flushed.
"Leian?" He said, confused. "What are you doing?"

"I wanted to know…why seem to enjoy socks so much" she said. Her child's voice at odds with her language skills.

"I've seen you on the cameras … You masturbate into socks … Often your own but I've seen you taking some from some of the girls in your class" She said as a matter of fact, bringing the dirty sock to her nose and taking a sniff. It was a rather stale looking tube sock, the soles greyed and worn. It reeked strongly of the 14 year old's foot sweat. Adrian blushed, he'd been caught!

"Well Leian, I guess it helps me get rid of my stress after a long day." He told her trying to make light of the situation.


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I know all / a lot of it of it was on tumblr, then lost during the porn ban. Does anyone have links to somewhere else it was uploaded, or the images themselves?

humbly requesting the artist about this picture , dose anyone know about this ?

Remember my thread on Saiyans and monkeypeople? I decided to expand it to include *any* one with tails. That is to say: humans with tails, not furries. This does get fuzzy (no pun intended) when it comes to things like catgirls.

I wrote a script to add 4chan-x features to gurochan. Its pretty basic but it does the job.

So far, it has a gallery mode and an expand all images feature.

to use it, copy the code from the link and paste it in options>user js
https://pastebin.com/whRbEqhw

i wrote this for myself but i hope others get some use out of it too

Hi anon,
Does anyone know where more of these works can be found: skinny fit girls in metal bondage. The creator is referred to as Floriz but there does not seem to be any gallery of him anywhere.

So i'm trying to find some stuff off Pixelbrei's old DA thats now deactivated
Thanks to wayback machine i can get his DA but the age filter wont budge due to no connection and unable to sign in due to it being a archive.
Any help

or anyone have a dump of his works?

Pic related is a old GIF i'm wanting for as a example

With Asstr.org down and SexStories seeming a little too complicated, I thought to post on here. It covers all my favourite themes- (Dolcett, Incest, Feet, ashyxia, Necro) Enjoy !


Dolcett Gift

Exam results day. Two brown envelopes plopped onto the doormat of the Bridges household. Mr Bridges, briefcase in hand, about to go to work picked them up. Girls! He called and eighteen- year-old Louise and Becky came obediently down the carpeted stairs, still in their pyjamas as Mrs Bridges appeared with a mug of coffee.
Girls, Mr Bridges said sternly, it seems your examination results are here. Well, I had a feeling it was a special day. No use beating about the bush, I can’t be late for my appointment, so let’s see the results.
Nervously Louise went first, she tore open the envelope and scanned the first few lines of type: her grey-blue eyes tensed, then widened and a gentle smile emerged. I-I got two A’s and a B-plus! Better than I hoped.. I -I guess that means I can go to University!
Mrs Bridges balanced her mug on the radiator and clapped her hands while Louise’s sister hugged her. Very good girl, said Mr Bridges, I expected no less. Mr Bridges checked his watch. Now you, Rebecca.
Becky nervously opened the envelope, Louise looked over her shoulder as she read and re-read and bit her lip. Oh, Becks, said her sibling, I’m sorry, gosh, they were strict on geography this year, but I know you did your best.
Mrs Bridges frowned and stroked Becky’s hair, Oh honey I m sure we could appeal, couldn’t we father? It does seem a shame. She gave a little pout in her husband’s direction.
Mr Bridges read the letter. I’m afraid the exam board is strict but fair. We all must have faith that those in charge are always correct. I daresay girls we have put a lot of resources into getting you two an education while many poorer families have made different sacrifices. These are the facts. I must go to work now. Louise I congratulate you, he said gently patting her bottom. As for you, Rebecca, I think we owe your form tutor...er?
Mr Colesworth, said Mrs Bridges. A highly intelligent and respectful man.

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If anyone would be so kind, would it be possible to maybe have this slut decapitated and watching her body being violated?