Jessie stood naked, looking over the scene. A noose hung from the crossbeam. The noose that would soon take her life. Her breathing quickened at the site of it. Below was the chair she will stand on, and below that a tarp covered the floor. She smiled, “planning on making a big mess I see.”

Bella blushed shyly, “you know how much I love you, and want to love every bit of you.”

Jessie chuckled, put a hand on Bella’s cheek and looked her in the eye. “And I love you. That is why I give my body to you to use any way you desire. Make a mess of me, as big a mess as you like.” She kissed Bella tenderly. “Goodbye my love, I give myself to you now.” Jessie got on the chair. She caressed the rope she longed for and slipped the noose over her head. Pulling her hair through she tightened the noose until it was snug. She had hung before, and was finally ready to go all the way. They looked into each other’s eyes as she stepped off.

A short drop and the noose pulled tight, compressing her throat. Her hands went to her breasts, squeezing them as her legs started moving on their own. Bella moved next to her, one hand feeling up Jessie’s ass, the other caressing her front, moving down until she fingers stroked Jessie’s damp folds. When the kicking began to slow, Bella spread Jessie’s legs enough to wedge her face between them, licking her pussy as she looked up into her eyes. Jessie put a hand on Bella’s head, using her waning strength to hold her against her pussy. The other hand continued massaging her nipple. Soon the choking sounds were cut off as the rope dug deeper into her neck. Her hands dropping to her sides as her body started to spasm. Bella kept licking, watching the life leave Jessie’s eyes. Finally her bladder released a stream of urine onto Bella’s face, who kept licking until even that ended.

Bella moved the chair over and stood on it, facing her lover. She took the head in her hands and turned it towards her. The eyes were vacant and bloodshot, tongue protruding. “Thank you my love for giving yourself to me”. She kissed the dead woman, taking its tongue into her mouth. Bella lowered the body to the tarp, then removed the noose, feeling the deep marks in her neck. Laying by her lover she kissed her again, rubbing her body against the now still one. She lay her head on Jessie’s chest, finding peace in the utter silence and lack of movement.

Her arousal growing, Bella sat up and straddled Jessie’s face. She ground down, spreading her wetness all over the still face, pressing her clit into the protruding tongue. She took a limp hand in hers and pressed it to her tits, while fondling her lover’s still erect nipples. A wicked smile crossed her lips as a thought occurred to her. She started to piss into her lover’s mouth, “You pissed in my mouth, so I’m returning the favor. Don’t worry, I love every part of you, including your fluids.”

Belle got off her face. The limp hand was moved down to Belle’s pussy, playing with it as she decided what to do next. She tried to shift down to Jessie’s legs, but the hand wouldn’t reach her pussy there. No problem. She had tools ready, a scalpel, knives, anything she might need. Selecting the bone saw she removed the hand around halfway up the forearm. Belle sucked on the fingers of her new toy, getting them nice and wet. She extended three of the fingers, inserting them into her waiting slit. Letting out a little moan she rode the severed hand like a dildo. Riding her new sex toy she lowered her mouth to Jessie’s pussy. She sucked on her folds hard as the fingers brought her closer to orgasm. Jessie’s fingers always managed to find the right spot, Bella thought as her body trembled. When it hit she cried out, falling forward into Jessie’s belly. It took a moment to catch her breath. Smiling, she knew what she wanted to do next.

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At the time I played it, I didn't realize just how precious or unique the game was.
To begin with, it was a fairly standard adventure game where you clicked on different parts of an image to navigate between areas and converse with various characters;
It was filled with extreme imagery—scenes of torture such as full-body piercing, uterine piercing, and being deep-fried alive;
Yet, all of this took place within a pristine white palace. The women undergoing these torments (or perhaps it was just one woman; I can't quite recall) viewed the experience as a form of salvation or a similar religious concept; after enduring the torture, they wouldn't die but would instead be reborn, only to face further agony;
The game concluded after a set number of days (I don't clearly remember the ending, but the progression was measured in days, with the game wrapping up on a specific day);
The character models were quite detailed; there were no sexual scenes, nor do I recall seeing any male genitalia—I’m not even certain if the protagonist controlled by the player was male.
What left the deepest impression on me was the atmosphere: pure and sacred.
Also, I played the Chinese version.

At the time, I didn't realize what a precious or unique game it was. Now, I would love to find it again and experience it once more.

This isn't a final product, just a piece of the puzzle.

I wanted to get a noose to drop down from a ceiling, where it had been concealed. And to enter a scene without the camera view changing to point at the ceiling or any imaginary mechanism in the ceiling.

No matter how I tried to prompt this, I get anything but what I want when trying to add this idea to a real scene. I'd get a noose slowly lowering into the scene at best, wrong place, wrong scale, always with the camera view tilting up to the ceiling, etc.

So I decide to see if, in isolation, I could at least get the physics to work. And that, I can say, works great.

I simple used the first frame of the attached video, created as a still image, and this prompt with MMH3:

Noose drops under the influence of gravity, swinging from black pivot point. Rope straightens out under influence of gravity. Maintain solid green background throughout clip.

This is the first in a series of videos covering the acts of torture described in the Quran and the *Sahih* (most authentic) Hadiths.
We’re starting off "light" with "Momo" introducing his new wife.

I plan to present these accounts to you—stories of pure gore... yet historical, validated, and encouraged by Islam, that famous religion "of peace and love."

Naturally, since the rape of female slaves is permitted—regardless of age—
there’s something for everyone here.

(Quran 4:24 (An-Nisā’): "And [forbidden to you are] married women, except those your right hands possess.")

1. Mass execution of the men of Banu Qurayza (beheadings)

2. Torture of Kinana ibn al-Rabi (Khaybar) to reveal a hidden treasure

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In a dark mansion foyer, June is killed by enemy fire. June is a petite, slender, small-breasted, perky, fit, fine-ass 13-year-old white girl with shoulder-length frizzy blonde hair and blue eyes. June is wearing a shredded black latex bodysuit. June wears tattered pink panties. June wears a shredded pink leather vest. June wears pink lip gloss. June wears short black heeled boots. There is a large bloody gunshot hole on her forehead. Tiny bloody bits of brain have been blown out of her head. Her wide, bulging eyes are rolled up. Her chin is slackened. Her tongue has fallen out of her bloodied mouth. There are five bloody gunshot holes on her chest. There are four bloody gunshot holes on her sprawled legs. There is a large bloody gunshot hole on her pelvis. Yellow water trickles from her vagina. Her breasts bounce wildly. She lactates vigorously. There is a large bloody gunshot hole on her cleavage. Her black sunglasses lie on the floor. Her head has been exploded wide-open.

Rene came in the room, brimming with excitement. “It’s finished! Quick, come see!” Grabbing my arm, she pulled me along to see the ‘secret project’ she had been working on for months. I gladly followed, watching her beautiful little ass as we walked. At 27 she was a gorgeous woman, with long, wavy red hair, bound up in a pony tail, athletic build, and nice C cup breasts I would gladly suffocate in. She was also very kinky. We both were, but she had the skills to make a variety of ‘toys’ to push every limit.

“Ta Da!” she proudly declared as we entered her workshop. I stood in awe at what she had built. A metal framed guillotine, with a cushioned bed big enough for us to have sex on. “Wow, that is fantastic! We are really going to do it then.” Now I was getting excited as well. We had talked about and explored many extreme fantasies, including snuff/necro. Hell, the main reason she hadn’t asked me to snuff her yet was because she was looking for the perfect way to end herself. Decapitation had been a favorite for both of us. The thought of using her head as a sex toy always got me hard. And she loved having her neck abused. Strangling by hand or cloth, ropes, some non-lethal hanging, I’ve even bitten her hard enough to draw blood.

“Yes! I can’t wait for you to take my head with this. Let me show you what I did.” She placed a watermelon in the lunette, locking it in place. She moved a small retractable arm with a headrest In place under the melon for support. “This gives head support for those, like me, who want to go face up. It also releases once the blade is all the way down. Now this button resets it, raising the blade and automatically engaging the safeties. Don’t want it going off too soon,” she said with a wink. “To undo the safeties the lunette has to be locked and this arming switch set. There are panic buttons for both of us here, and here just in case.” She gave me a knowing smile “not that either of us would use them. But if you find yourself another snuff slut, or sell it, the next woman to lay here might want it in case she has second thoughts”

Rene got a dreamy look on her face and started rubbing her crotch. “Damn, I’m getting wet thinking of how many women could die here, using my special creation. How many women will I have a hand in snuffing?”

I hugged her from behind, fondling a soft, firm breast while kissing her neck. She melted into me. “What special twist did you add? I know you didn’t spend all this time making a regular guillotine.”

She gave a little giggle and pulled away. “Of course. Now you stand there and watch. This is the button to drop the blade. Either of us can reach it, but I want you to do the honors of snuffing me. Now a demonstration. 3..2..1”. She pressed the button and the blade dropped.. but appeared to stop just short of the melon. No, wait, it is still moving. Slower, but slicing through the melon easily. I could hear a faint hissing sound as it cut. It only took a few seconds to go all the way through. When the blade stopped the headrest released, dropping the melon half into the waiting basket.

I gave her a curious look, knowing she was eager to explain. “You know I’ve most wanted to be beheaded. To look up in the guillotine and feel the thrill when the blade drops. The only problem is it is over too fast. I want to feel it cutting my neck. We talked about using a knife, also good, but I’d be dead long before my head was removed. So this is what I came up with. The blade drops down, giving me the thrill of watching it come for me, and locks into this frame. Hydraulics then engage, like an industrial press crushing anything beneath it. Or in this case, slicing. It is slow enough for me to really feel the blade, but fast enough to finish before I’m gone.”

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Here are a few videos I generated. I prefer making the girls smile and enjoy it, even when the wounds look pretty brutal.

Note from Author: This is based on some drawings My brother and I drew back a long time ago, and long lost. Don’t have time to draw, but have been working on my writing skills, so here you go. Hopefully have more installments later.

Amy sat the end of long dirt drive way, just a few feet from the country road.
It was hot, and dusty and she was sweating through the white tank top she wore, along with cut off denim shorts and a wide brimmed sun hat.
Next to her was a bag with a few changes of cloths and personal items.
It was everything she had in the world, besides a few scattered memories of her life before.
Before the accident…

She had woke in a hospital bed, not know who she was or how she got there.
The Doctors told her she was lucky to be alive, the wreck had taken her family, along with her arms and legs.
Months of painful rehab later, the state put her on a work program and here she was waiting to be picked up by a farmer.
She was surprised at the idea, she wasn’t sure what help she could be at field work or even chores but it was a chance at finding a new purpose in her life so here she sat.


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The heart thread, but with AI generated images.

Not a real encounter obviously. All models here are AI generated, though the male is modeled of current photos of myself (28 years of age)

My work

Adding flavor to food

bed = perfect place for relieve

Links to all my works will be posted here.
(Please also mention it if you find my stuff uploaded somewhere on internet reposting is OK)

(Interactive story)
By some unknown reason brother and sister from "Boring summer" story are somewhere in the forest in the wintertime
It's cold and they are dressed up very little having no clue what is going on.

One of >>27825 torture festival events is Gurovision, where various performances are done on stage, as well as guro and just plain erotic fashion show. In some cases there will be "making of …" followup where it will be shown more on "how it was done" on that other thread.
Here, all action will happen on the stage.

The first and longest longest of them all is this extreme magic show.
Performers are professionals so do to try to repeat at home LOL
(this kind of show is actually known to be performed in Asia but here you will see erotic version)

Noticed there doesn't seem to be one.