Pictures of girls "at the brink" (ie: "touching cloth", the point of no return. The transition point between "desperation" and "accident").

Bonus points: picture of girl's anus with the imminent load peaking forth.

There was a pixiv artist that excelled in AI generated loli cyborgs. Huge number of images, all very detailed, colorized, somewhat dark and grim. Any idea where his work might be found? PS. the pic is not his work but is a bit similar.

am looking for the comic sexuelle mutilation from artiste preston, thx

Merry christmas you filthy animals. Here are some new renders with the metadata intact. The iNiverse Mix model is pretty good.

Need source for this

Name of artists?

Looking for a set. Does anyone has or remembers this set. It's a girl video taping herself. She's has rope around her neck and she's trying to balance herself on a ball. Of course ball slips away and she hangs herself

CP spam on S and Art

Anyone have Necrofany’s work since they purged everything?

Spy magazine covers.

https://mega.nz/file/ls1QmbxS#jt9diGesF5q0GcmMrKaEscuBeeY0jFo_D0CXRnjOq2Q
PW: Arcane_334410!

One Hell of a Christmas Rescue (loli, snuff, guro, object insertion)

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!

4. While this story is part of the "Denizens of Shelton County" universe, it is a standalone story that can be read and enjoyed in isolation.

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Ralph Stanton kissed his wife Myra's hand, and began working his way up her arm, stopping when he got to her neck. They were both naked on their bed and he was trying to work them both back into action.

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No photoshop or anything, please.

The elevator hummed softly as it descended, carrying Matthew and his daughter Laura down to the ground floor of the grand seaside hotel. The mirrored walls reflected the two of them—Matthew, with his neatly trimmed beard and casual linen shirt, and Laura, her curly hair tied back, sporting a vibrant sundress that matched her youthful energy.

Laura broke the comfortable silence.

“Dad, why do you think the people with green wristbands do it?”

Matthew glanced down at his daughter, his brow furrowing slightly.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Maybe it’s about money. I think some of them are contracted by the hotel for a lot of money. Or maybe it’s boredom. They’re looking for something different to pass the time.”

He hesitated, then added, “Sometimes people get obsessed with perverted things. Do I have to tell you how deep the dark well of the soul can be?”

“That was very poetic.”

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It was nearly dusk when Martin heard the faint shuffle of footsteps outside. From his living room window, he could see shadows stretching long across his yard as the sun dipped below the rooftops. He sighed, placing his beer on the coffee table. Probably the neighbor’s cat again. The old tabby had a habit of getting into his garbage.

But when he stepped outside, Martin froze. A couple of teenagers were behind his garage. It took him a second to process it: a boy with shaggy brown hair and a girl kneeling in front of him.

“Mmm! Yeah, that's it, baby. Take it all the way down your throat. I...oh! “ moaned the boy.

His garage! Of all places.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing back here?” Martin barked, his voice cutting through the quiet like a whip.

The two teens sprang apart like startled animals. The girl gasped and the boy nearly tripped over his own feet. He zipped up his fly. For a moment, they stood there, staring at Martin, their faces pale with shock.

“S-sorry, sir,” the boy stammered. He looked awkward and gangly, and clearly not ready for this confrontation.

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Please cut off futanari and shemale penis.

Based on images of CuntKiller49152

The staff locker room buzzed with chatter as the caddies of Fairway Hills Golf Club gathered after a long day. Andy had just returned, his face pale but determined. The room fell silent as the boys leaned in, their curiosity piqued.

“So, why did the secretary call you?” one of them asked, breaking the tension.

Andy hesitated before speaking, his voice steady but subdued.

“The members voted for me to present the grand prize at the end-of-year ball.”

A ripple of understanding swept through the room. They all knew what this meant. The chosen caddie’s family would receive a significant sum of money—enough to change their lives. But the price was steep. The boy would have to endure an evening as the club’s entertainment, a humiliating and painful tradition cloaked in the guise of pomp and ceremony.

“Damn,” muttered Jake, the eldest caddie, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Andy.”

Another boy clapped him on the shoulder. “Congratulations, I guess. That’s a lot of money for your family.”

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I'm looking for a manga where daughter watches her mother's execution by dismemberment, then (IIRC) receives her remains in a bag. Does anybody know its name?
Pic unrelated.

The studio buzzed with excitement as Eliana stepped onto the stage, her radiant smile beaming under the bright lights. The audience erupted into applause, their anticipation palpable.
"Welcome, everyone!" Eliana greeted, her voice warm and inviting.

"Tonight, we have a very special guest joining us. Straight from the pages of the Hansel and Gretel fairy tale, please welcome the witch herself!"

The applause grew thunderous as the witch strode in, her long hat tilted jauntily atop her head and her cloak flowing dramatically behind her.
But she wasn’t the hunched, hideous figure of folklore. Instead, she was a strikingly beautiful woman in her thirties, with sharp cheekbones and piercing green eyes.

She waved elegantly to the crowd before taking a seat on the plush couch next to Eliana.

"You look nothing like I imagined," Eliana admitted, still studying her guest. "I was expecting… a long, warty nose, maybe some wrinkled skin."

The witch chuckled, her laugh light and melodic. "Ah, but I am all those things, my dear. I’m ancient, a true hag by all accounts. It’s only with a bit of magic that you all see me as this."

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