Does any of you guys know where to find Waldo's works on loli tortures? There is a thread down here but for some reason it stopped working. I tried really hard using Tor, but still could not find any of his art.

(Furry, snuff, necro, gynophagia)

It was such a wonderful day in the sun. Dolly rolled over in the flowers and grass, and let out a happy little sigh, then let out a bleat and giggle as she felt a warm tongue slip into her cunt.

Dolly Prime was between her legs, her fluffy white tail wriggling as she licked and lapped in her cunt, trying to find any last drops of the shepherd's cum.

Dolly had been right. ... Well, Dolly Prime had been. She needed a vacation. Take off the suits, hang up the phones, hop a frosty flight to a resort planet and spend two weeks getting herded back and forth from the big spa barn to the sunny meadow in one long, continuous orgy.

But to get herded, you need a flock. When Dolly Prime laid down in the cryobed before takeoff, she was alone. When the ship landed, she was a flock of fifteen.

Alas, it wasn't perfect. Every Dolly had all of Dolly Prime's memories, but... There was that... Gap. Memories without living the moments. That fuzziness of being a brand new copy.

And as much as Dolly Prime tried to blend with the giggling flock, she had that little bit of... Exhaustion, lack of wonder, that tired experience for having lived already.

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A Sweet Dinner
The time was several years after Y2K. Y2K had hit the civilized world with horrible vengeance. Computers stopped. Planes fell from the sky. Nuclear bombs went off by themselves. Daily food supplies stopped. People in great cities and small towns starved. Disastrous as it was, our small town survived the initial devastation.

In our part of the world we took some of the good and made do with the bad. For instance, although the Central Government warned using too much food could bring about a famine. We took precautions. We did our part by not letting mothers get pregnant and fixing males. Doing this kept our population down. After all, we loved to eat, so something had to give which was to have fewer children.

Now as the holidays came closer, the women would travel to neighboring town. The town didn't get its money by tourism, or selling crops, but by selling children. It was one of the ways thought of to keep a population down and have an income at the same time.

Of course, to sell something then someone else must buy that something. In this case, when our women, who did the shopping, went to market, and they wanted something special, they would ride their horses over to the town named, Kidville. There the women would look over the fattened kids ready for sale. The people of Kidville didn't care who bought their kids, as long as they were sold.

Some of the surrounding towns gave an outcry about the inhuman treatment of the children in Kidville. Yet on special feast days one could always find a fat kid roasting in the oven. We called them the hypocritical towns.

So, now that you know the history and some of the background of how this inhuman treatment befell the human race, let me take you on a recent shopping trip. The holidays were approaching. My wife, Martha came and asked me, "George, what would you like me to fix for the holiday meal?"


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Learning to use ai in my art versions. here was a mix of daz studio AI and photoshop. Comments are welcome.

Does anyone have a backup image of a similar art like this, the art is from nns I believe though it's not in their pixiv unless I didn't check enough.

anyone know what name this movie?

This thread is for girls (or boys) that have blown their own head off with any sort of gun, the bloodier the better!!

I decided to create a genetic thread for any female users of this site who wish to appear in stories.

I'm going to use the same sheet as I used for the other thread. You don't have to use it, but you should give some information concerning your appearance and preferences.

Name: Victoria Phommahaxay
Age: Mid-20’s. (In your story, you can make me as young as 9.)
Eye-color: Brown
Ethnicity: Asian-American
Hair Color/Length: Waist-length, jet-black, occasionally dyed purple, or with purple streaks. It’s usually worn down or in pigtails.
Height: 163 cm
Weight: 47 kg
Measurements: 36D-25-34; my breasts began to sprout at the age of twelve.


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Can someone pls translate this series of pictures from chinese to english? I tried with google translate but the quality of some pictures isn't good enough and where it is translation is shitty. Ty

Commissions are open, dm me on discord @Jo_arty or send me an email on [email protected]

Well, this thread doesn't exist so now it does. Let's see some sparks fly and bodies steam!

I'm out of ideas for descriptions

If you completely controlled beautiful young girl with big boobies and no one would know even you kill her. Will you try

I'm new here and the first thing I saw when going to "all" was very much c p, I literally had to close all my apps and throw up, ain't no no I'm whacking it to a child, I come her to she animated death and like gore, not that, so I did some digging around, wasn't easy for me as it was easy to find a post regarding it, it's spammed here?! That's f'ed, at this point I'm ranting about it, I'm not a artist

I made this for a friend.
A girl having some adventure in the dirty public toilet.

Maybe some other stuff will come later

I want to get a guro art print to hang in my room. But I want it to look classy and with a little plausible deniability. Like a memento mori or fine art of a Christian martyr. I'm not sexually attracted to men but twinks and twunks are fine. I like erotic but not sexual guro if you know what I mean? Not sure how to describe the difference.

Anyhow, anybody have any advice on getting a guro art print?

I'm wondering why there isn't more of mmd stuff around...

https://mega.nz/#!5hhSDa6Y!bbdJjCa3E4-NyiDP18dpC7tfUZJMddmOkbfxSJy1FKU

Would you kill someone for that fantasy?
Or would you fuck a real dead body?

(Here's another combining at least three different ideas I had. More to follow when I get time)

As she sat brushing and drying her hair after her shower, fourteen year old Natasha looked out her bedroom window into the back garden where her Daddy’s going-away party was being set up. Her mum, a well-respected local party and event planner, was supervising the set-up on their large, tree-edged lawn while the twins raced around in bikini-bottoms, exploding with giggles as they squirted each other with giant water-pistols. She heard her mum shout to the two twelve year olds to stay out of the way of the workmen setting up the jungle-themed props and decorations. She knew that this team and the caterers has worked with her mum many times in the past, that she was liked and that there was a strong mutual respect among all of them. Of course, this was the first event her mum had organised where she was also on the menu!

A month ago, Natasha’s dad had been offered a big promotion at work which came with a huge salary increase and a big increase in status but it came with a catch. Not only would his company only pay to relocate him rather than his whole family but, because of the job’s location in the middle of the City, he’d be provided with a city apartment, plenty big enough for a man on his own to live well but far too small for a family with three children. The family had all sat down together over dinner, talked it over and agreed that he should take the job.

None of the girls had seemed too surprised when it was suggested that they should cook at their dad’s going away party. Natasha had always assumed she would end up on the menu sooner or later and had certainly not failed to notice the way her parents looked at her, especially in the last year or so when she had really blossomed into a young woman with an athletic but curvaceous figure and pretty big boobs for her age that were the envy of many of her friends. She was lucky, she thought, to have taken after her mum in that way!

Natasha’s mum was a tall, Mediterranean beauty with big, firm breasts and a spectacular ass, looking a lot younger than her thirty-seven years. Probably capable of another baby or two, she’d have probably had no problem at all finding a new husband if that was what she wanted but divorces, even perfectly amicable ones, were messy and complicated and she didn’t want her beloved husband feeling held back by any ties to his former life as he settled into his new role and so she had decided to join her daughters in providing the meat for the party.

The three girls, like their mother, all had long, thick almost-black hair but while her skin was olive and the nipples crowning her firm, full breasts light brown, her daughters were pale like their father with pink nipples, although Natasha’s were darker than the twins’. Although nobody would call her chubby and her ass, thighs and boobs were firm, Natasha’s figure was voluptuous and meaty. She had been quite a plump child but a growth-spurt at the start of puberty had helped to stretch her out a little and redistribute her figure, leaving her curvy in all the right places. The twins, in contrast, were naturally skinny with their ribs and hip-bones clearly visible. It was not that they didn’t eat well – both could put away more than Natasha at any meal and were always full of energy, they just never seemed to put on any weight. Even so, both had cute little butts and the beginnings of hard, pointy little titties on their chests. They would not have fetched much if sold to a butcher, unlike Natasha or her mum, but they were sure to make delicious soup ingredients at the party!

Natasha watched through the window as the garden was transformed into something resembling a movie set of a cannibal village deep in the jungle. There was a raised stone grill, the steel mesh across the top being a concession to practicality over authenticity, with what looked like a free-standing door-frame beside it made from rough-hewn wooden poles. Two fibre-glass but convincing mud huts had been erected and, in front of them, a large black iron pot suspended from a wooden frame over a stone-encircled but as yet unlit fire. Further along was the piece of equipment that Natasha was really interested in – the long wooden spit over a fire-pit on which she would be roasting, turned manually by one of the catering team who would, of course, be dressed to match the theme.

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A Tight Squeeze (loli, dubious consent, snuff, asphyxiation, cannibalism, mild scat, school)

1. I am a fairly new erotica writer and as such am hungry for constructive criticism and feedback on my work. This story has been posted on multiple platforms. Please let me know in the comments or via whatever messaging platform is available what you thought of the story, even if you did not like it at all. The only exception to this call for feedback is that if you wish to criticize this kind of (violent, sexual, underage) content, please rather keep it to yourself. If you do not mind this kind of content or enjoy it, but nonetheless feel this story is subpar, do engage.

2. This story is only an exercise in catharsis – its content and characters are entirely fictional and do not represent any real-world preferences or desires. If you are easily offended by themes or literary portrayals of parental betrayal, extreme sexual violence, and underage characters engaged in sexual and violent scenes, please do not read any further than this.

3. If you enjoyed this story, let me know. That's the only way I know to write more!

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She's an adult, he thought, looking into her bright green eyes.

"I really want to see whether the students…"

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