I was just reminiscing about how I got into this, and thought it would be a good topic for a thread.

I think I've been attracted to this stuff for as long as I can remember. I used to love children's horror stories, and those cautionary tales. And the billy 'poems' that were going around, like:

Billy, with a thirst for gore
Nailed the baby to the door
Mother, in a voice so quaint
Said "Billy dear, don't scratch the paint!"

Or:

Billy, with a gleeful shout
Gouged the baby's eyeballs out

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Sherri's luck smiles when she comes across a gorgeous, flirty waitress with a promising tongue stud. She'll take her (and her pretty heels) home.

The charming, witty Sherri hides a sinister secret, down in her bloody basement. The dark-haired lesbian nurtures a deep obsession with gorgeous women and their even prettier feet and she doesn't splitting the two apart, to broaden her morbid collection.
“Hmm, you could look more chipper” Sherri, pondered looking at the girl’s heavy eyelids and blood-shot eyes, her torment too much for consciousness. “I know what will wake you up” Sherri left her toy for a moment, returning with a small black box and two electrode cables that ended in two crocodile clips. The box was Sherri’s modified old car battery, which instead of 12 Volts now operated at 50 V, a potentially lethal and definitely dangerous amount.
Gabrielle was at this point, too exhausted to put up a fight, resorting only to weakly moaning and minimal nervous shifting. Her pussy was scorched and torn and with her leg starting to cramp from the strain, the red-faced black girl was holding on for dear life.

“Come on, haha, give it to me” Sherri referred to the woman’s tongue, which she was trying to clamp with the electrode clip, shoving it through the girl’s wide ring-gag. Despite holding the girl’s head still by a handful of her puffy hair, Gabi was ‘strangely’ not cooperating, turning her face away and sneaking her pierced tongue in the back of her mouth. Eventually the girl’s flopping ‘fishy’ took the bait and was “hooked” between the fierce teeth of the clamp.

Gabi had gotten some energy back already, cursing obscenities at Sherri who was dead-focused on clipping the second electrode securely onto the girl’s tongue, next to the first croc-clip. “There, all set” the white naked woman said, as one black and one red cable were now running through Gabrielle’s pried-open mouth and down to floor, where they were connected to the car battery, sitting beside Sherri.

Gabi’s English-accented gibberish now sounded even funnier to Sherri, with the girl’s cable-hooked tongue making things even more difficult for her. Despite her attempts to seem defiant, the girl could not hide her heavy breathing of dreadful anticipation, as her tongue was sticking through her ring-gag.
“Aaaaand showtime!” Sherri cheered as she squatted over the black box and looking up at her toy to not miss any lovely reaction, pressed the ON button on the modified battery. 50 mA of electrical current, an intensity belonging in the “extremely painful shock” category by official standards, moved in a flash from the battery to the waitress’ tongue. Gabrielle did not utter any sound, the debilitating pain freezing her lungs to ineffectiveness, but she did jerk delightfully before Sherri’s eyes, her whole body tensing and forced to “dance” with electricity as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.


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Requesting for a recently posted image which was quickly deleted by the artist. I got the thumbnail from saucenao, but the full size image was missing. Has anyone saved it?

Tags: Assassins, reference to matricide, mentions of asphyx, John Wick-esque inspired setting

So I've been sitting with this document on my laptop for weeks now and what more ironic a day than this of all 365 in the year that I'd finally find the motivation to share it! Big shoutout to Eficient, who is easily my biggest inspiration as far as the snuff genre of writing goes (sorry I took so long!)

There was a story I read 'here' on Gurochan quite a few years ago, a drabble of some 1k words (maybe 1.5? less?) describing the scenario of a young hitwoman carrying out a contract to assassinate her own mother (also an assassin, implying the daughter inherited the trade) but this was long before I found the drive to so much as comment on a thread, let alone post something like this myself. Truth be told, while I suspect there were some number of satisfied readers at the time I personally found it lackluster despite my fixation on the execution method (strangling via garrote) but rest assured I mean no disrespect toward the writer if you're still out there. I don't blame them for not tailoring their work to suit my exact tastes, and the reasons why aren't worth going into detail on... What matters here is that some time after reading it I decided to imagine a different version, a perspective of events that kept the eroticism found within the act of the kill itself while both heightening and decidedly altering the emotions involved... But then I got lazy and decided to leave that part entirely to my imagination rather than put it into words, and after all this time the best I could do to kick things off was formulate a vision of the aftermath.

So here it is, the 'followup' to a nameless story wherein I decide to bestow names upon the formerly nameless, establish character motivations and perhaps throw in a touch of worldbuilding!
Serena trembles as she catches her breath, the physical exertion of maintaining her grip on the garrote barely registering amongst the thoughts flooding her mind. "She really couldn't stop me..." the young woman mumbles aloud, habit overtaking her desire to keep at the notion of stealth. A memory surfaces, She is twelve and panicking at the feeling of a cord wrapped around her neck. "The most important thing is to remain calm, dear." She remembers that voice, the careful instruction of how best to escape precisely such a situation. But Mother had also explained how the attacker could counter those escape measures, and Serena had been distinctly aware of them just now. She'd been ready to follow any movement her target could make, and had done so flawlessly. "...Why, then?" she mutters softly.

An even more deeply rooted instinct triggers suddenly, pushing everything else from her mind. With the target neutralized, there was no reason to remain at the scene. The contract hadn't included any specific post-mortem instructions, therefore protocol was to leave the corpse where it had fallen. All that remained was a basic inspection to check the area for evidence, and take her leave. A glance around the room showed no signs of intense struggle, nothing that could have resulted in a stray DNA sample. No hair, fingerprints, skin, or blood. What technically counted as a fight barely moved them a few feet from the spot where she'd first slipped the wire into place and pulled tight, yet had failed to disturb any of the surroundings but for the slightest shift of a rug.

Shoving down the impulse to loot the area as well, Serena collected herself and spared one last glance at the body of the woman responsible for her existence. Her Mother's face seemed so calm, as if merely in a peaceful sleep. Only the tears staining her cheeks below closed eyes and the mark around her neck showed what had truly happened, and it made Serena wish she hadn't looked. Cursing under her breath, she broke into a quick pace and made her exit.


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I am garbage. I am a piece of trash. Entirely without worth as a living breathing thing, and much more useful as an object to be used and thrown away, in that anyone gets any use at all out of me. I am the kind of fetid trash that is so repugnant it can only be immediately carted far away from a well kept home as not to offend its occupants. Im not a special piece of trash, not even valid as a conversation piece or memory. Im common trash, daily trash, entirely unmemorable.

I lay, with other replaceable trash like me, beside the city street. Thrown from my home, where I could not be of service, where my presence made my keepers upper lip raise on one side towards their nose as if trying to seal it off from a rank smell. I lay now with my shoulderblades on cold cement and my eyes blankly staring towards the sky. I think my eyes are blank, I hope theyre blank. Blank and gray. So that a glance could inform passersby that nothing of significance is taking place behind them. Trash swarms over me, trash like me. I feel what I imagine to be a roach crawl over my forearm. I hate roaches, I find them to be the most deploreable. I envy them. They neednt consider their lot in life. They ask themselves no questions and are not sensitive to answers.

I feel a tug at my shin, and the sky above me moves. Good, turn me over, I dont deserve to see the sky. My useless body flops to its stomach and I feel my rear end raised. Useful. This is what Im useful for. The assailant grabs my hair and lifts my face from the cement, he looks at me. I look past him. Some part of me is dead, and has stopped searching for human connection. I dont feel the inclination to meet his eyes, the natural will to has died somehow. I just watch him glance over me from my peripherals. He kisses me. He must approve of me. I let him play with my limp and listless tongue until thin strands of saliva drip down my chin and hug my neck. He drops me when he becomes bored. I dont make any effort to catch myself, so my head quickly smacks into the ground. I chip a tooth. It hurts. I let out the slightest of mumbles, a light murmer to satisfy mt bodies desire for me to do something about the pain. He says something about me being alive, and I feel him punch me twice in the back of the head. It hurts less than the tooth. But yes. This is right. Use me like this. I want my worthless shell to be made useful by you, to be recycled, to have some second hand value to even just a stranger. Make me a punching bag. Enjoy

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I'm recreating this in 3d. Need some ideas. Concept art would be nice or you can give me a rough sketch. I don't know how I should proceed besides a "blob". I'd like to see some bones sticking out, veins popping, farting, even some flies swarming over some areas.

I don't care about anatomy, I even thought of giving her a big leg vein that comes out with the rest highlighting "blue Chakra" running through them. I want her still kicking for a whole minute before screen turns black. What's the sickest, most twisted way this should end? I'll gladly share once project is complete.

trying to find 2 stories, the first is about 2 friends who are tortured consensually by ones father and grandfather (neither die), the story also has something about girls having classes like A,B,C. The second one is about some girls in a cafeteria and then some robots come in to collect the girls meat. sorry for any shitty formatting and thanks in advance

i think this one is from Battle Angel Alita, does anyone know the chapter/character name?

Recently found a game called Exhibit of Sorrow that's basically torture lite. No blood, guts or nudity, but the expressions are on point. Any other works like this?

I find ribs to be aesthetically (and sexually) pleasing, so make sure to post some good ones!

Anyone willing to decapitate her? An expression change on the head would help it a lot too.

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That night, the rest of the Russian patrol met up with the pair and made a macabre game out of Lara's corpse that only the crazed soldiers of the Russian army would find fun. Each bounced her headless, limp body around and fucked her cold ass without castrating themselves on the ax blade jutting from her pussy. As the remains were sodomized, the woman's mouth and throat were stuffed in a more conventional manner, semen pooling up and bursting from both holes withing the span of a half hour.

By the time morning came, Croft's ass would be a gaping, cum-stuffed mess her rapists took photos of. Shortly before leaving to continue their mission, her body would be tied to a hood and shown off, while the renowned archaeologist's severed head would be seen as the truck's new hood ornament.

Thought it was about time I stop lurking and start posting. Selections from my guro artwork will be posted here. This is my most recent, a commission from KevIsNsfl on Twitter.

It's about a boy that lures another boy to a house and ties him down,an older man appears and together they kill him with a knife, after that they BOTH rape his body, later the man takes the body to butcher him and cook him for the boy, after that the boy goes outside to lure another victim.

I remember the boy being very enthusiastic about killing the other boy (with a knife if i recall correctly) it was drawn (no 3d) and the boys were like 11-12 years old. It was SO good and i don't remember where did i read it.

I was wondering if anyone around here know where I could find someone to help me with a story, it would involve girls peeing and pooping, so they would have to to be ok with that sort of stuff, though it wouldn't be anything too much, mostly just girls relieving themselves, some desperation and a bit of other things.

honestly I just need help with making the story look better so I really use some help.

Any onion working guro sites?

Hello, first time poster on gurochan. My name is pusmonster and i write sadistic torture stories focused on women’s feminine parts. This is one of my requests about a girl named Taylor. Enjoy and let me know what you think.
WARNING- there is no sex in this story, it is purely torture so if you are into that-

TAYLOR
Descripton- Taylor is a girl in her early twenties with bright blue eyes and brown-red curly hair down to her breasts, which are around a size C.

Taylor is sitting in her room at her dresser getting ready to go out. Shes looking at her own pretty face framed with curls in the mirror and is waiting for her hair straightener to heat up. Taylor hasn't gotten to go out in a while because of work and world circumstances so shes excited to meet her friends and go out to a nightclub for a well earned break. Maybe she could even find a cute guy and bring some adventure back to her life.
Little did Taylor know that I have been watching her through a crack in her door, slowly stroking my cock and looking around her room thinking of ways to make her life a lot worse and mine a lot more fun.
While Taylor is preoccupied looking down and painting her nails, I realise its my opportunity to strike. I thank god these young sluts nowadays always wear their airpods listening to trash music, just so I could make my entrance more dramatic. I slowly open the door and creep towards her until im a foot behind her, looking down at her little shoulders, with her blissfully - of how different her life would soon be.

Suddenly I violently yank on her little necklace backward, causing Taylor to make an amusing choked yelp of surprise as her necklace breaks and she falls backwards off her stool and lands on her back facing up right between my legs. For a second there she is, in a momentary shock, lying on the ground with her beautiful big blue eyes staring straight up at the balls of her worst nightmare. As she gulps in air preparing to scream, I suddenly sit down on her face, mashing the bottom of my cock and balls into her pretty features smearing her mascara and lipstick. I quicly grab her arms and tuck them under my legs, immobilising her upper body. Now she is all mine. Her legs are trashing violently and her muffled screams are pleasuring my junk but she is unable to protect her vulnerable front. my hands descend on her young perky clothed tits with viciousness. I find her nipples and then cruelly twist them in opposing directions. This makes her scream louder into my bulge, sending vibrations of pleasure. while keeping a twisted grip on her nipples, I start alternatively pulling them away from her body and then mushing them into her ribcage, causing indescribable pain to poor Taylor- who had only had so much as been slapped a couple times in her life. I suddenly let them go, and then start smacking them hard with downward motions like im playing the bongo.

Im glad Taylor chose to wear sheer stockings today, as I could easily use my strength to tear them off her kicking legs. then I grab her pink panties on either side and YANK them towards me, causing a cruel wedgie straight up her cunt. Her legs straighten for a bit as she lifts her ass off the floor to subside the sharp pain in her privates. This is when her panties deicide to also snap, freeing her womanly parts for my viewing and torturing pleasure. Before I get to work on her though I have to tie her up. I get off Taylor, and on cue she starts screaming at the top of her voice, trying to push me away with one hand and covering her pussy with the other. I quickly wrestle her into a headlock and choke her with my arms till she passes out.

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