(Femdom, sph, spanking, wrestle, goldenshower)
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Cassie stood naked in front of 2 closed door, his laughing sisters to one side behind him and his mom mom on his other side behind him, at moments spanking his behind as she lectured him. It was cold.
"Cassie you got yourself into this mess. It's your own fault people are clamoring for justice! Don't whimper because your bottom is sitting on your misbehavior!"

The only others in the hall with them was the arena crew- about a dozen cute fit young seniors with a gorgeous 23 year old blonde lady in charge- but on the other side of the doors, swhich suddenly swung open, was his entire school and various others from his personal life, and many he didn't know. The ride there was humiliating, being spanked as he was grabbed and tossed, then stripped in front of schoolmates, includong crushes who mocked his frigid little penis. This was hyper dimensional.
"Waahhaaahhh I'mm sorrryyy!" Indeed he was. He made some remarks about girls losing to men and a woman's worth.
Now he was naked being marched and spanked by his mom, his 2 sisters closest in age, one younger one older, strolled eagerly just behind, on either side, with a burning spotlight centered on him. He saw on the giant televisions his well funded school could afford, and his already burning red face swlled with a realization that this truly would be forever recorded in divine detail, when he saw his pathetic prick and ass were each being zoned in on. Subtitles made sure to poke fun at him and inform all the audience present exactly who he was.


The 4 entered the ring, and he stopped getting spanked, while a pair of young ladies, one slender with big boobs and just the perfect mix of feminine, mature and young. About 23 herself, she held a microphone, while her cuter friend behind her, younger in spirit, held a boxy camera.

Looking for a picture I remember from awhile ago (think it was on the old Hangings thread before that died and we got Hangings 2.0)

Black and white picture, features a naked guy In believe in cowboy boots, with his hands bound behind his back and struggling in a noose. In the background are three naked women in hats and boots. Clearly getting off and jeering him on.

Need it for a reference pic in a roleplay.

First story, because my writing is poor.

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In the icy plateaus of the far north, Lissandra glided swiftly along on her imposing mount of ice. She scanned the area, searching for the distinct golden glow of a particularly rare medicinal herb which could cure even the most severe cases of frostbite. Though undoubtedly important, the task was basic, dull, and would usually be handed off to some nameless henchman - if not for the fact that some of the most dangerous predators known to man happened to roam this expanse frequently. It was while mulling over this very thought that Lissandra spotted movement out of the corner of her eye.

Instinctively, Lissandra raised her arms, ready to unleash a spell that would raise the ice before her miles into the sky, preventing whatever attack the still unknown figure had in mind. Before initiating such a bold move, however, she caught a full glimpse of what it was that first startled her. At first, it appeared to be a fiery yet dull humanoid figure. Upon closer inspection, Lissandra realized that it was merely Zyra, another champion in the League of Legends. Zyra's vibrant and very out-of-place appearance had caught Lissandra off guard in this landscape that was permanently awash in grey and white alone. But it wasn't only the complexion of her skin that was out of place; it was Zyra herself.

"You shouldn't stray so far from home, my dear," Lissandra started. "It gets chilly up here, and not all plants fare so well in the cold." She glanced down, gesturing vaguely to a group of dying brush to her left.

Zyra approached briskly, arms wrapped around herself as one does when they're freezing. "Lissandra, I need your help." The desperation in her voice was evident, but Lissandra grew wary. Illusions and mirages were dirty tricks that her enemies were not above using. Just before Lissandra could warn Zyra to back off, she halted her approach. "There are..." her voice wavered, "The void creatures have been after me. I need to... I mean, they're trying to get m-"

Lissandra took a step back, preparing the spell she had in mind earlier. Zyra was never this 'to the point' in the few conversations they'd had. While Zyra fumbled on her words, Lissandra interrupted, "State your business quickly. I have my own dealings here, you know."

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I was wondering if there is content of black girls getting dominated, killed or anything like that. Backbreaker or neck snapped most preferred but anything else from asphyxia and shootings and stabbings and body explosions and decapitations and other gory stuff is also wonderful. :)

Starting this thread. For now no sexual content, only girls deaths. All my gallery on my DeviantArt page. From now i will post my new works on Deviant and here.

Reference images can be found here: f-list.net/c/Milky%20Pop%20Shinobi and comments and requests in the guestbook's encouraged
It's the log of a scene, so part of the writing will reflect that.

"Alright, it's pretty easy. Just be yourself and think back to your first live concert, okay? That's literally it for this scene." The instructor spoke with a reassuring tone, before returning to his seat, while around the girls, the statist stood ready, some carrying planks, other tools and some of them musical instruments to create the illusion of back-stage crew and between the girls and the camera, an tv-journalist stood ready with a camera man, who was obvious a parody of a real news station, having a "SNN" logo on the side of the camera.

"Alright. Everybody ready? Light, camera aaaand action!" The 4 words the girls had heard so many times before immediately leading to a flurry of activity around them, and the parody news crew walking up to them for a mock interview. "And next up, is the rising stars, 'Milky Pop'." The 'journalist' commented to the camera before turning to the girls and holding the mic before them. "So you're pretty famous, but just in case, could you introduce yourself to any of our viewers back home hadn't heard of you yet?"
For all intent and purpose, then it seemed like any other music video, except that all of their men was waiting for their cue to drop the pretense.


Although it seemed they had gone through the motions countless times before, they still seemed to get somewhat nervous before their interviews. What would the public think of them? What if they say something wrong? Those thoughts would fly through their heads as they worried about the publics perception of them, because in reality their role as idols relies on the public entirely. The group would talk amongst themselves for a bit in order to calm down as the rest of the crew got into their positions, and at the instructor's directions Mai would give a nod with a smile as she sat up straight. The rest of them would slowly follow suit, lining up and posing all pretty for the camera.

At those 4 words they lost that nervous feeling and immediately showed off a confident, cute, and welcoming look that their fans had grown to love. With the mic pointed towards them, the group began to introduce themselves. "Hello~!", Mai would say excitedly as she waved to the camera, "My name is Mai, and I'm second year student~". From there, the mic would go down the group. Josui would give a quick wave as the mic went by her, "My name is Josui, and I'm a second year student as well~". Tamaki would give a quick salute as she spoke, "Heya! I'm Tamaki and I'm a first year student!". Kagari would give a warm smile, "I'm Kagari and I'm a second year student". And finally, Yugiri would wave as she ended the introductions, "Hello, I'm Yugiri and I'm a third year student. And together we are Milky Pop!". And with that the girls would give their signature waves and poses for the camera as they did with any other interview they did.


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Looking for pictures of self-harm of girls. Very preferably on thighs, or ass or breasts. Let's make this a great thread!

If you wanna see the rest of the chapters, comment if you liked the story and i'll post them.





Daniel gets up on a large plastic bucket. He liked to do that every time he was about to say something important. It
also helped with his small stature. Two pairs of eyes were already locked on him. No one else is there, inside this old,
rusty, dirt filled warehouse. There were no doors to breach through. It was their hideout, the special place where their
twisted and dark thoughts weren't met with sighs, parent frenzy and talks of "puberty's difficulties".

"I hereby announce the first official meeting of the "Murder Club", he said in his young voice. He was only 12 years old,
but he was smart, certainly the smartest of the group, a cynical nature, his short haircut giving him a kind of geeky look.

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I'll be frank with you- this character's stupid mug always kinda ticked me off.

Can someone hit me up with some guro stuff of her or a character that resembles her.


Guro involving other cartoon nurses is also welcome/accepted.

Hi everyone, I hope that you can help me. I'm looking for a pics that I have already seen but I don't remember the website. The pics represents a gils with her organs exposed and there a cat who eating her while she caress the cat.
If anyone had a pic like that, could you sent here please?

Enjoy!

Ebony- 3ft creature with large, droopy ears, ivory skin, a large mouth vertically down her center, and 4-fingered hands and 3-toed feet. She is a the chosen of an old one known as the Hungerer, is in a constant state of hunger, feeds off of others as they eat, and her limbs are more like tendrils. She is a cook, preparing and making meals to feed people and animals so she can feed, and cannot die unless her old one does not want her to live again.
Emiko- Artist emikochan has volunteered herself to be Ebony's meat ingredient for a skewered meat dish.

// Part One//
"I use three knives as my main cooking utensils, but, sometimes, I use other pieces of equipment. This," Ebony said as she pointed out the large stainless steel rod, "is my unspoken fourth." She added as she walked around it.

Emiko smiled as she watched the cook examine and admire the rod. "And you're going to live-cook me with it?"

The rod was not very intimidating, standing straight as it was, but it did not leave much to the imagination of what would happen to Emiko.

"The client asked for a whole human sow, live and edible, and lightly coated in soy with the brain exposed and seasoned with lemon and soy and a splash of sake." Ebony informed as she made sure the rod was in place.

Less than three feet tall itself, the rod was mounted to the ground and virtually immovable, and it was easy to see that Emiko would not be able to be impaled unless she sat down in a cross-legged fashion.

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Does anyone have the last chapter (Chapter/ Part 4) of Ms Marvel Doomsday by Faether?

pls do it

Is there anywhere that sells a gurochan t-shirt and ships to canada?

I've always thought the people on here would like it, so I wondered if anyone has actually read it or anything on that website before. It was my go-to site before I found this one (Since I hadn't found any guro communities before this one :P)

I didnt know where to put this and thought of an idea to start a new thread for furry art containiing furs/anthros stuffed and/or mounted and ect for the purpose of displaying as a collection of trophies or whatever. I'll share some of mine.

Never heard of this girl before reading something about her sex tape, but she's cute! Anyone know any sites that haven't gotten around to taking it down?

The marketplace bustled with an impossible amount of movement. An orange hue drenched each separate slab of concrete laid out throughout the busy courtyard. Booths riddled either side of the street, cotton tops ruffling in the wind. The heavy aroma of heavenly foods wafted through the narrow passageways, and every two feet forwards brought a new scent. The cloaked man shoved through hoards of ambling villagers, admiring the various trinkets and foods slowly. But the man had a mission. People grumbled as he pushed through, but quickly returned to their business, paying no mind to the awfully suspicious figure floating through the packed market.

He began to reach the end of the market and the strong aromas died down, dissipating to more a sweaty stench. The crowd grew thinner, but despite this, the air felt hotter. In front of him, beyond a few homeless stragglers that awaited meat scraps given by sympathetic villagers, was a large fountain, where the market slowly drifted to a halt. There, set up just in front of the fountain, was the booth the man had looked for. It was one of the larger booths, and a rug of some animal’s skin laid out in front of a man reclining peacefully in a wicker chair. He smoked a large pipe that caused smoke to billow beautifully from the man’s chapped, tired lips. To the left of the booth was a massive, open top wagon that blocked one half of the circular intersection. A big cloth draping was hastily thrown overtop the wagon that darkened the interior of the mysterious structure. The cloaked man approached quickly.

“You selling?” He said, flipping his hood down.

“Sure am.” The vendor replied. He had a great timbre to his voice, and it rumbled through his heavy dialect.

“Let me see your specials for the day.”

“Specials?”

“Best sellers.” The vendor snapped his fingers in acknowledgment then stood up. He walked to the back of the tarp-covered wagon and pushed the two flaps that served as a makeshift door. He barked unintelligible orders and threw some slaps and hits, and as he exited the cart, so too did three young, naked girls, bound together with rusty, metal shackles. They were all dirty, sweaty, and clearly uncomfortable. They shambled to the rug where they promptly stopped. The vendor grabbed a flog that lay on a stand nearby and brought all three of the girls to their knees with a single swipe. The man, despite being poor with observations, noted tear marks staining their dirt-tanned cheeks.

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