Girl dares her playmates to an adventure.

Does anyone have a translation for this?
It's not really guro but where exactly do you draw the line is it blood?
[Kaikijin] SWIMSUIT GIRL HAVE AN EXTREME DOMINATION - School Mizugi no Onnanoko ga Tottemo Hidoi Koto o Saremasu

Looking for a girl who is into being a little sister slave to a horny older brother. Must be okay with things involving their feet.

Just a Test Post, will post more once I get sorted...

This is a dolcett/cannibalism story of which origins I'm not certain. It's been around for at least a decade, and at some point, somebody added a second half with a vore theme to it.

I figured I'd post it here for everyone to enjoy.

Amy shivered in the long line of naked, condemned girls. Like the other girls, Amy was totally naked, and her vulva was shaved, so that the people who eventually ate her vulva wouldn't get hair in their teeth. Two of her friends, Molly and Tasha, stood shivering in the cold line next to her. She also recognized Susan from her History class at high school. Amy was 16, and Tasha and Molly were 17. At the front of the line, seated nude behind a small desk, she saw another friend from high school, Lisa, a 17-year-old blond with big breasts that bounced when she walked.
Lisa, however, wasn't going to be butchered and cooked today like the rest of the girls. She simply worked at the processing plant. She was talking to each girl, taking down personal information, and grading their meat. She did this by measuring their breasts, waist, and hips, and determining their fat content with a small meter that ran a tiny electric charge through their bodies. She also fondled each girl's breasts, buttocks, and slipped a finger into each girl's vagina and rectum, and tasted the milk from their breasts.
Like most people, Amy, Tasha, and Molly had eaten girls before. Tasha and Amy loved eating fresh vulvas, and Molly and Tasha loved eating roasted breasts. In fact, both Amy and Tasha had butchered another girl themselves before, as birthday presents from their families.
Tasha stood before Lisa. Lisa looked mildly surprised to see Tasha. "Oh, hi, Tash," she said. "Let's see," she said, consulting her computer screen. "You were caught having sex with Molly here, the penalty for which is being eaten." She consulted her screen further. "Hmmm, you were found having 69 with Molly, 'eating' each other's vulvas." She sighed. "Tasha, girls should only eat vulva if it's fully cooked and not attached to another girl." She shook her head. "Well, I hope Molly's vulva tasted good, because soon both of your vulvas are going to be eaten for real."
Amy looked in wonder at Tasha and Molly. She hadn't known they liked girls. She wished briefly that she could have eaten their vulvas, they were so beautiful and tasty looking. Tasha and Molly were both tall and lean.
Tasha looked like a supermodel, with long legs and medium sized breasts with small, hard nipples. Her buttocks were perfect, firm and round, the result of much exercise. She had long brown hair, and her face could have graced the covers of fashion magazines. Her vulva was beautiful, a nice, plump mound with a long, bare slit. Her vaginal lips were large and meaty, and her clit was engorged. Amy noticed that Tasha's vulva was very wet. She was clearly turned on by the thought of being butchered, cooked, and eaten.
Molly was also tall, with much bigger breasts and big nipples. She was not as thin as Tasha, with muscular legs and beautiful, tight, muscular buttocks, and a flat stomach. Her vulva was also beautiful, with shorter lips and a smaller clit. It was also leaking. A lot. Her hair was blond, in contrast to Tasha's, and was also long.
Lisa fondled Tasha's breasts, tweaking her nipples, judging the fat content and meat in them. Milk squirted out of Tasha's nipples as her breasts were fondled, for every meat girl was put on hormones to trigger lactation before they were eaten, as it was felt that it made the breasts more tender and moist, and have a nicer flavor. It also ensured a ready supply of milk for the stores, as the girls were all milked regularly in the week before their consumption, and once again just before they were butchered. Lisa tasted Tasha's milk and pronounced it excellent. Then she felt Tasha's buttocks, noting their firmness, before slipping a finger into Tasha's anus. Tasha caught her breath when she felt Lisa's finger penetrate her rectum, which convulsively gripped the finger. She felt her vulva contract, and her breath came in short gasps when another of Lisa's fingers entered her vagina while Lisa's thumb stroked her clitoris. Lisa slipped her fingers out of Tasha, licking the one that had been in Tasha's vagina, and made an entry in her computer.
"Tasha, you're a grade A roaster. You'll be spitted alive through your rectum and roasted whole after you're gutted. However, because your face is so beautiful, your head will be shielded from the heat as you roast. With luck, this will permit you to live through your roasting and be aware of your being eaten. It will be cut off after you've been cooked and you've been eaten off your bones. Your tongue will be cut out, and your brain carefully removed so that your head isn't spoiled as a trophy. Your tongue and brain will be used as stuffing for another roasted girl." Tasha and Molly gasped on hearing Tasha's horrible fate.

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So I have started drawing and enjoying it a lot. My first story is almost finished. But the problem (maybe) is the main female character likeness is based intentionally on a real non-nude model (I did it originally for my own amusement). I would love to post my work here, but was wondering if this would be like some sort of big no no. Is it? if not forget I asked lol.

The Orgasm

Zoey lynn backet was sentenced to die by lethal injection. She was woken up in her death row cell. “We need to move you to a death watch cell. ” the gourd said. She was resigned. She took a deep breath. She presented her hands to the gaurds.

She wore an orange jump suit. She was barefoot. Her hands waist and feet were placed in shackles. She was used to the procedure by then. Sense arriving at the death row sense She was formerly sentenced she did not leave any room without being shackled. She was used to this. This was old hat to her.

She had figured out how to walk with while shackled. The chains were praticlyoa part of her now. It hardly brothered her any more.

She had been a petty thef. She had been in and out of jail. She had not committed any serous crimes. During a robery a shop owner took out and she schot him. He died of his wounds a few days later.

She got away. The police discovered her dna and the evidence lead to her. She fled. She was trapped at a cabin. She opened fire. She schot and killed a police officer.

A witness saw her and called the police. She was arrested. The evidence waa rock solid. Her lawyer tried to get the prosecutor to agree to life in prison but the d.a would not budge. The d.a was determined to push for the death penalty.

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Dame Office Safari is the hottest game show on Earth, and you get to participate. It takes place in a renovated office building downtown; twenty girls have volunteered to wander around, to be hunted, snuffed, and raped by whoever comes in.

The rules;

1: You will need a 20-side dice, or you can use https://www.random.org if you set the max number to 20.

2: Be honest about your rolls. No cheating!

3: Each girl has two stats; HP (Health Points) and Evasiveness. HP will be 30.

4: Hunters get a base Speed and Damage stat; you don't need HP as you will not be taking hits. You have 25 points to divide between the two stats, and can distribute them however you like.

5: A number, from 1-20, will be assigned to each lady; your first roll will determine which one you encounter. Their number can be found above their names.

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The air is tinged with smoke. I am drawing close, and every drop of a paw into the dirt increases my desire. A resounding scream sends a shiver of anticipation through my body. I quicken my pace, stirring up clouds of dust as I bound across the earth. I reflect with giddy malice that these pitiful humans think their troubles will end with the ashes of their home. But that is only the beginning.

The burning house comes into view, a brilliant contrast to the dim, empty landscape. The children are huddled together on the ground a safe distance away while the mother desperately draws water from the well and hurls it at the roaring flames. The baby girl, dressed somewhat anachronistically in a ruffled white nightgown, sits crying in her sister's arms. The little girl's face is streaked with smoke, and she clutches her infant sister a bit too tightly as she watches her home burn.

I briefly deliberate whether to wait for the mother to abandon her futile efforts and accept the loss; it could be almost more delicious to hold back until they begin to feel that the worst is over and that they are capable of surviving. But now, in the midst of this panic and desperation, the temptation to strike is too powerful.

I pad into view of the children. The older girl winces and watches me with wide, fearful eyes, yet makes no move to run or call to her mother. "Good evening," I purr, making my voice soft and smooth. "Have you lost your home? How dreadful. You must be so sad…" She watches me warily, making no reply. The mother rounds the house to draw again from the well, still oblivious to my presence. "I'm not going to hurt you, dear. I only wish to help…can you tell me your name?"

"Annabelle," she ventures to reply. I try to imagine how her high, artless voice will sound when she screams. "And this is Lottie." She bounces the baby girl on her knee, and the little one pauses in her wailing to stare into my golden eyes, her wet pink lips opening and closing without sound. Annabelle herself is dressed in a pink nightgown, her bare feet twisting nervously in the sandy soil.

"How precious…" I begin to approach them, but a sudden frightened gasp informs me that the mother has finally noticed my presence. She is clearly intimidated by my size and dark pelt, but approaches me with the empty pail, swinging it aggressively. "You get away! Get!" I easily dodge and lunge for her leg, digging my fangs deep, worrying and shredding the soft flesh until she falls to the ground screaming.

"Leave mommy alone!" the little girl cries, still fixed to the ground and clutching her crying sister.

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This is just a typical scat thread for whatever you have with the only exception that the drawings have to follow a model of anatomic correctness. This means no stupendously oversized (or undersized) asses, tits, thighs, or superdeformation unless the rest of the character is also that fat. Perspective and foreshortening is a different matter.

A Recipe for Pasta Sauce

 "Oh, come in, come in!" Aey exclaimed, motioning in the beautiful young woman standing just outside her front door. "You're a bit early, but that's fine. Dinner won't be ready for a while, though."

 "I know I'm early, sorry." Bea replied. "But I've been looking forward to tonight so much, I just couldn't help myself. I hope it's not a bother."

 "No bother at all." Aey said, smiling reassuringly at her date and patting her on the arm. "In fact, this will work out just fine. You can help me prepare dinner, if you like."

 "That sounds fun." Bea replied, returning Aey's smile. "What are we having? You wouldn't tell me over the phone."

 "Oh, just some pasta and buttery garlic bread." Aey said.

 "Ah.. I see.." said Bea, her smile fading slightly. "I thought you said it was going to be something special..?"

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Joanna giggled as we walked through my front door. My parents had left an hour ago for the night on a trip, and I had pounced on the opportunity. Joanna had agreed to my proposal immediately, and got a ride over under the pretense of a school project. I smiled devilishly at her as I pulled her into my room and closed the door.

She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I ran my hands down my back to her ass. I gave her ass a squeeze as I kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and I marvelled at her beauty. She had soft brown hair, firm perky tits and a beautiful ass. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She pulled me onto her and I kissed her, fondling her breasts.

She got up and crawled towards me, pulling down my pants to reveal my hard cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, then put it in her mouth. She blew me hard, taking only occasional breaks for air. She looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, making me even more aroused. I moaned softly as I felt the cum welling up inside me and I grabbed her head, pulling her onto my dick. She didn't even flinch as I came into her throat, closing her eyes and swallowing. I let go, and she looked up at me. "Your cum tastes so good, daddy," she said, and I pushed her over, pulling off her sweatpants. Her panties were already wet, and I rubbed her clit through them, then pulled them down around her ankles and fingered her. She rubbed her clit while I stroked her g-spot, and her pussy started making wet noises as she moaned. After a while, I felt her pussy clench, and she squirted on my hand, soaking the sheets in her cum.

She moaned loudly, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and they dripped her juices on the bed. I stood up beside the bed and she followed suit, dripping cum onto the floor. I bent her over the bed and slowly plunged my dick into her wet pussy. "Yes daddy," she moaned, 'Fuck my horny pussy." She pushed back into me as I started thrusting into her. She moaned as I pounded her from behind, and I grabbed her hair and fucked her harder. She was twitching on my dick. "Choke me daddy," she moaned, and I grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed. Her pussy started sloshing as she got wetter and wetter.

She was turning blue from lack of oxygen, and I was about to cum. I fucked her faster and faster and squeezed harder and harder until I shot cum into her pussy. She shuddered against me, cumming from being choked and cummed inside, and I finally let go of her neck. She gasped for air, still in the throes of her orgasm, then collapsed onto the bed. Her neck was red and looked painful, and her breathing was uneven and short. Her eyes began to glaze over and cum poured out of her pussy onto the floor. I decided I couldn't let her pass out just yet.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, then punched her in the stomach with all my might. Her eyes bulged and she doubled over, but I wasn't done yet. I shoved her onto the floor, then stomped on her belly.

She choked and vomited blood, and I pulled her up and dragged her into the bathroom. The toilet was full of piss. I shoved her head into the toilet and rammed my dick into her asshole. She flailed for a moment, then stopped as I began to fuck her ass. "Fuck, Joanna, you're so fucking hot like this," I said as I hammered her ass. She didn't answer but bubbles rose from her face, still in the toilet water. Her ass was very tight, and I was already ready to cum. Just as she was about to pass out, I pulled out and came all over her back and ass, and let go of her head. She choked and spit out piss and water mixed with blood. Her hair was matted and filthy water ran down her chest. She was barely concious. I was ready for the last stage.

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Any Clash Royal based porn, scat or murder pics?

Hello! I know there's a lot of us out there, I've met and dated two different trans gore/death/cannibalism fans irl, and want to connect/start a chat group possibly? Mainly, I have no one to talk to when I really want to eat a cute boy
Also curious, what's appealing to you about gore? Do you have more fantasies about giving or receiving, for whatever your specific fetish is?
Happy hunting <3

Would anyone be able to link me the episode where me marvel falls in love with modok in the. Superhero squad show , can’t find it lol , would be appreciated

h t t p://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ204286.html
I think I found a decent game
But i can not get this game
Please help me

This is a replacement for the story request thread that appears to not have made it through that spammer, I'm gonna open up with a request for that zoo keeper story (I think it was zookeepers 2 or something), which I think was also knocked off the bottom by the spammers

What is so appealing to you people about vore? For me, seeing a dead woman, girl or child laying there and seemingly allowing animals /and sometimes people/ to eat them without crying out in pain and being in eternal slumber or staring off mindlessly into space is somewhat of a turn-on for me.

I even picture myself as the animal or other being doing the eating and having the opportunity to do limited sexual things to the woman/girl/child I'm eating while feasting on them.

This story was originally written by Ravishment University poster Badsammie, who is quite frankly a master of her craft. I am posting it here to help rebuild /lit/ after the fuckening.

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I don’t know why he lets me have this journal. I think its to tease me, to taunt me, that someone will one day know my pain. I always wasn’t like this, broken, beaten, wishing for death or just an end. I used to be human once. I used forks, spoons, even knives. Now, I eat cum, piss, shit, and dog food. I used to have pens, pencils, computers to record my thoughts. Now, I have a soft piece of charcoal.

When he took me, I was 13. I was young, cute, long blond hair. Smooth pale skin. Just starting to grow a chest, to flower, to become a woman. Now, I’m older. I don’t know how much older. Years but how many? I doubt I’m cute anymore, he reminds me daily I’m an ugly piece of shit and I know it’s true. He’s destroyed my body, my mind. My body is covered in cuts, bruises, scars. No longer pale, but shades of black, blue, red, and jagged. My chest is full now, but my hair is all gone. He says only women have hair, not cunts.

I used to have pretty handwriting. He even shows me sometimes, my early journal pages. Even with the charcoal my writing was smooth, with beautiful loops and hearts for dotted eyes. Now, it looks like a small child’s writings, as my hands shake so bad. He’s hit my head so many times I can’t focus anymore and my hands never respond. Even sitting still I tremble. He says they’re tremors and he says it’s because I’m a broken dumb fuck they shake like that. He’s right. He’s right about everything.

His friends came by today. It must be poker night. They have the table in the basement. I take care of them, chained under the table. There is just enough slack in my chain for me reach them and just stick my head out. I take turns, sucking their cocks. They love me enough to cum down my throat, allowing me food. As they drink, they share as well, pissing down my throat. I’m so lucky to have them. They smoke their cigars and ask me to hold out my mouth, tapping their ashes on my tongue. Eventually one of them finishes smoking and he grabs my tit, putting it out on me. I scream as he burns me, but then he gives me more food to eat. It’s hard to chew the butt of the cigar but I do. I never throw up food anymore. Another man puts it out on my shoulder. I cry and thank him. He gives me food too. I feel sick as I chew and swallow it but thankfully I’ve given more piss to drink, even if most of it goes in my eyes and nose. It’s a joke, I can tell because he’s laughing. I laugh with him.

They finish and then they strap me down, whipping me, then fucking me. I tried counting the scars on my back once but then I realized I have trouble once I run out of fingers. I pass out and when I wake up, I think its a different day. The men are different, but they’re fucking me so I’m loved. I cum when they love me. They show that love me for in so many ways. Breaking my nose, choking me out, hitting my head until I cry and stumble about, fucking me until my cunt is swollen shut. I’m so lucky.

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Who here has a background in site creation, site running, etc and would like to co-create a sister website to Gurochan dedicated to movie (IRL but not real) guro? Who is for and who is against this idea?

I was thinking there would be alot more people who would appreciate it, but need to know whos down and some of the cons of this. They website (if approved by you all) would have to have a completely different name than Gurochan and a similar, yet different set up.

I would really like to know your ideas >:D [and I would especially like to here from the moderators aswell (as they would likely be the backbone in this idea)]
>:)


Also, First Post >:D