There was another part to this story, although I'm not sure if it was writen by jimsugomi or not. It featured Sora's preperations for the oven. Does anyone have it?

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Jimsugomi/5776/Digimon-deli./13451/Chapter-1/Digimon-Diner

From where?？？I'm looking for the author thank

The security bot zones in on Yvonne.

"Stop! You have not been identified in the employee catalog! Please provide proper identification or you will face punishment!"

The bot seems to prepare two rays, definitely not standard model. Whoever created and programmed this bot, it wasn't up to code.

Yvonne stares wide-eyed at the imposing bot in terror. She finds the strength to speak.

"P-p-please don't h-hurt me!! I'm n-new here! H-here's my ID b-badge!"

She presents her official NanoTek ID badge, a photo of Yvonne's pretty face smiling demurely, proving that she is indeed an employee.

An eye-stalk like device pops out of the bot, and begins to scan the ID Badge.

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If any of you followed him on DA or other sites, I noticed almost all of his content diseappeared, his account gone in some cases, and no activity in a very long time. Anyone know more on the story?

Masks. There are so many cool ideas in movies, games, comics et cetera.
In movies I've liked most Vidocq, in games crazies from Manhunt "please stop me" (Smileys), in muisic obviously Slipknot and Corey Taylor Vol.3: The Subliminal Verses mask (because he could move the "mouth" of his mask:)).
You are serial killer, Antichrist or some kind of superhuman being. What would you put on you ugly, ugly face?

I’ve been submitted to every kind of abuse as a small child, one of my most prominent memories is being threatened that i’d get murdered. I find the things i’ve been through have lead to my odd obsession with guro, irl gore, tragedy, and things similar. Though i’m not sure why, I wanted to know if you guys think the same as well of your abuse leading to seeking out terror. I am not aroused by any sort of guro/gore to be honest, but i cannot stop my curiosity to see what reality, death, is like. Whats your story? what trauma lead to this and how?

There was a small church town 80 miles west of Salem, Massachusetts. It was not even on the charts and they wanted it that way. They knew that there had been eight hangings and one stone crushing of witches in Salem with more being held. They had their own witch, Emily Foster. Her husband had died of small pox the year before and she was barely surviving by doing chores for others and by reading auras and telling fortunes. Mrs. Foster had two children. The church council found her guilty along with her son and daughter. The death sentence would be by being impaled with a wooden spike. The children were included.

The tech looked up upon hearing the sound of a voice calling out the name "Olivia!" just in time to see the young receptionist enter the break room. He was smitten with her beauty.

Olivia had been a receptionist at NanoTek for just a couple of months. She worked at the entrance to the building that housed the lab that Kyle worked in. She had an adorable "girl next door" look with brown hair in a bob hanging down around her neck, draped over her cute ears, and a few bangs covering her forehead down to her eyebrows. Blue eyes were bisected by a prominent but charming nose with a pointy tip. The tech loved when she would smile, displaying a slightly gap tooth that he found absolutely irresistible.

She wore a red short-sleeve top that hugged her torso and exposed her thin, supple arms. Her breasts pushed out against the red fabric in front of her chest. Below that she wore a very cute black-and-white checkered pencil skirt that cut mid-thigh, displaying her toned legs down to her feet clad in black heels. The straps of her black purse hung over her shoulder as she starting mingling with the friend that called her.

They were all at a small after-work party that one of their work colleagues put together. The small group of about a dozen young NanoTek employees occupied one of the larger break rooms in the building, equipped with a small lounge area with a couple of sofas, a few arcade machines, and both air hockey and foosball tables.

After a few minutes of admiring her from across the room, the tech finally built up the courage to walk over to Olivia and ask her to a game of air hockey. Much to his delight, she gave him that irresistible smile and accepted the offer.

Thinking he would be able to impress her by beating her, instead he proceeded to get creamed by her, almost being entirely shut out.

His face flushed red with embarrassment as she let out a lighthearted chuckle. "Wow, beginner's luck!" she said playfully.

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Lolis in semi trucks? Any art like that?

There used too be a thread.

First off, remember this is a fantasy of mine. I know my limits and I would never hurt someone in real life. I would be a fool to do that to someone who enjoyed my fantasy.

I am looking for a woman who is interested in being used as my toy over and over till I am satisfied, then snuffed, and her dumb body used then for my pleasure and enjoyment.

I will have my fun fucking you and dominating you. Then as you get close to cumming, consistently torturing you with it and not letting you. Then when I am close, I will snap your dumb neck, or strangle you out before I fuck your limp body and release my load into your tight pussy while your ass ripples from my thrusts.

If you are interested, and are willing to be a toy for my pleasure, to use whenever I please, or want to discuss what I have in mind I will have you toss me an email.

My Info —
Age 28
Male
Looking For - Female, no trans / gay
I want a submissive toy to use how I please, and who will obey.

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Anyone have any pics/stories/doujinshi involving some surgical breast swaps between two girls??? I've just fantasized about it in theory, it would be so hot...

Matt loved penguins. I mean he really loved them. He showed up one day at the beginning of second semester wearing this penguin backpack. It was actually pretty cute: the beak unzipped and you could slide your books and stuff in so it looked like the penguin was eating them. He was assigned to the seat right in front of me in Earth Science, so I had to stare at the backpack every single day. I didn’t mind at first. On his first day I tapped him on the shoulder and told him his backpack was great, and that I loved penguins. He gave me a meek smile, said “not like I do,” and turned back around. It was a little creepy, but I thought it was probably just first day jitters.

Rumors went around school about Matt getting expelled from his last school for “inappropriate behavior,” but I didn’t believe them. Matt seemed so shy, quiet, and nerdy that it didn’t seem possible. I figured the rumors were just normal high school gossip.

As the days went by I began to notice a trend: each day he would add another penguin related accessory to his wardrobe. A different penguin shirt each day, then a penguin watch, a penguin necklace, a penguin handkerchief, a penguin bracelet, even shoes featuring cartoon pictures of penguins sliding down icebergs. It was definitely weird, but hey its high school: fads come and go and people get extremely obsessed over weird things, then burn out and move on to something else.

But now I couldn’t stop noticing things: a snow cap with a fluffy penguin head instead of a ball on top; a scarf covered in tiny dancing penguins; penguin erasers and pencils; and all of his notebooks had pictures of penguins on the front of them. He spent every class quietly drawing pictures of penguins on his binder, and they were really good too; he had a real knack for it. He even had pictures of penguins hanging in his locker, instead of the fast cars, rappers or scantily clad women which the other boys used to decorate. Sometimes we had to peer edit each others papers and his were always, without fail, related to penguins somehow; even his math papers! When we had math word problems he would change every name to “penguin,” and for equations he would cross out every variable and change it to solve for “p”.

I wasn’t the only one to notice. People started talking about him behind his back, calling him “the penguin weirdo.” He was almost always alone. He had no friends. Sometimes I would feel bad and try to talk to him, but he’d just look up, smile, nod, and go back to doodling his favorite aquatic bird. If you weren’t a penguin, he wasn’t interested in interacting with you.

His only friends were a group of meme spouting gamer/weebo types. He’d been walking by their lunch table one day and heard them joking about some game called “Club Penguin.” His eyes lit up and he asked if he could sit with them and then launched into a long speech about how penguin club was the greatest video game ever created, the absolute pinnacle of the evolution of gaming. They thought he was joking and played along, agreeing with everyone of his points and adding their own reasons. He left lunch that day beaming with pride and with the first genuine smile I’d ever seen on his face.

He sat with the gamers the next day and told a long winded story about his top 10 Club Penguin moments, and how depressed he was when the game shut down. They listened half halfheartedly. The next day he gave a lecture on what a complete disappoint the new Club Penguin Island game was, and how it tarnished the legacy of the original, and I could see the gamers getting annoyed. All along they thought he’d been playing a character or something, but now it was slowly dawning on them that Matt wasn’t being ironic; the dude really loved Club Penguin that much.

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Cassandra, the red-haired witch, idly flew through the neighborhood one sunny afternoon in a rather devilish mood. She used an invisibility spell so no one below would catch on.

She looked down on the yards below, and suddenly saw something that made her stop in mid flight.

A young girl was all alone in a backyard, standing under a small overhang. And she was stripping down to her bare skin.

Cassandra was intrigued and flew in for a closer look.

The girl couldn't have been more than 19 - more likely 18. And as she fully stepped out of her clothes, Cassandra took in the sight of the girl's nubile body.

The girl was a pale-skinned brunette with a thin, supple frame. She wore black-rimmed glasses that gave her a bit of a "sexy nerd" look, and she wore her hair back in a ponytail with a blue hair-tie.

Cassandra then noticed a laptop with a webcam that was set up as the girl started gyrating around in front of it.

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I fear this is too specific, but I'm looking for images with teeth being pulled out, missing teeth, bloody mouths, anything along those lines

Not something I ever see collected into one thread, post all you got!

anyone knows the artist's name and/or where to find more? big thanks in advance

There used to be an imageboard called Processing Center 13 or something similar. Does anyone know what happens to it?

Hey…weren't there a thread for this VR game called Zhen's Club? Is there a website for it? And if so, were there any updates? I still have the 1.01 version.

"Jenna, can you please come into my office for a moment?" asked the head doctor into his intercom.

"Yes doctor!" came the swift, cheery reply.

The sound of the phone clicking off immediately segued into the sound of high heels clicking outside the doctor's office. The sound grew louder until there was a knock on his door.

The door opened slightly and in stepped one nylon-clad leg, followed by a long, nude arm and hand with manicured fingernails which grabbed the door. The head and face of beautiful young Jenna peeked out from behind the door bearing a smile. "You wanted to see me sir?" she said in a cheery voice as she looked at him with her piercing blue eyes framed by her thin, stylish black-rimmed glasses.

"Yes Jenna, please come in!" replied the doctor.

She opened the door more and entered the rest of her body into his office. As she shut the door behind her with her back turned to him, the doctor took a quick but encompassing glance up and down her perfect body. She wore a light-brown short-sleeve blouse, a black mini-skirt that cut above her knees, and she clad her legs with dark nylon pantyhose ending at the conservative black pumps she wore on her feet. She had shortish, dark brown hair that she currently wore in a ponytail and her figure was that of an hourglass. Her face was radiant and tiny freckles occasionally dotted around her nose and forehead.

She was indeed beautiful and the doctor enjoyed seeing her every other day as part of her internship.

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