is this a black dalia reference ? bottom half anyway

A quick wank and take neither.

Top half for dissection purposes.

Bottom half, unless you prefer your dick grinding against teeth attached to a frozen jawline that refuses to move. The tits though would go to waste…

>>4480
Top half for the titties and lips.
Titties >>> shit >>>> everything else in life

>>17340
What's this from? SauceNAO doesn't bring up anything.

Looks like M00zg/m0zg.

I do not see any problem here sex with half sister is nothing special you can even officially marry her
If you are both of the similar age and she is cooperative you can have some fun with her.
If you are both underage then great you have no responsibility for what you do, enjoy your freedom. you can have sex with anyone you want nobody can punish you for that.
If not well then there is no difference from any other girl next door. All you will get to do is to fap on her picture.
Just join army of the unfortunate guys who get into various celebrities or other girls whom they will never have

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I've been doing more writing & art commissions in that vein of late.

Mostly about futa losing theirs, but I'm an open-minded pervert.

If you're interested in checking my works out, I post it to a blog over at:

FrictionByBill blogspot com (spaces to avoid being flagged as spam)

No sign of Htabdoolb running a blog yet, but I'll poke at him about getting something central together for posting his works.

Idk if it belongs in "best of" because I'm a amateur writer, but I'm writing a story like this right now.

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>>7482
Actually, there is a solution to that you can't just move to the past and disconnect from the present. You will be still living in the present while changing past which in turn, changes your present time as well

so, in essence, you will be not traveling anywhere but just modifying the present using pretty strange way.
That way you will be unable to perform changes that remove the reason of getting back in the part at the first place however you still can perform some changes that replace original reason.

For example, you cant come back in time to save your wife because doing that would remove the reason for getting in the past in the first place, but you can fake that death and abduct her to the future still retaining the reason to go back and save her.

Or it can get even weirder as you save her then meet yourself and give instructions what you have to do to in the future to prevent something that never happened anyway.

The past is not stored anywhere. You can't go there, it doesn't exist. There's only right now. The future also doesn't exist, and can never be totally predicted, because quantum stuff is random. Probably the randomness is why time exists at all.

>>8255
tell me more baby

Jump in a black hole and see how that works out.

Thats a pointless question. You can't travel back in time. We don't even have a proper definition for "time", let alone mess with it. However, what you can try is "travel to the future" in a peculiar fashion, if it holds true at least. There are stories about people who had been lost in the woods and emerged 3 years later, only to discover that to them, only a couple of hours appear to have gone by. If such claims be taken as true, and we agree to the possibility of some forests somehow messing with our perception of time or whatever, you could "technically" travel to the future.

“Okay, I hope you have enough juice in the tank for one more scene. This'll be the last shot before Ava has to go in for conversion, so make sure to give it your all. I wanna have a sort of 'Girlskin clothes make you feel like a queen' thing going on in this one, so you get a short break while we get your throne set up, okay? Ava, anything you want to get done? Any last calls you wanna make? Make 'em now, cause after this shot it's straight to snuffing for you."

MJ nodded, slowly getting up so she could clear the set for the throne to be put up. Still unsure exactly how to think about this whole thing, the redhead cast an eye at her mindbogglingly willing partner in this endeavor.

Ava rose to her own feet as languidly as a tiger, her lips glistening with the remnants of Mary Jane's orgasm. Remnants that she sensuously licked clean as soon as she realized her crush was looking at her. She made no move to leave, to call anyone, to do anything save for stand by Mary Jane's side while the crew changed the scene in front of them and scattered fresh rose petals across the silken sheets.

“Isn't there anyone you want to call and say goodbye to?” Mary Jane asked her costar in the shoot.

“I said all my goodbyes before coming here,” Ava explained. “I even called up a few friends from high school that I'd fallen out of touch with just to share the news and make them jealous,” the Latina admitted. “Besides, I don't want to ruin the mood, and interrupting this just to talk with unrelated people? It might be hard to get as excited as I am right now in the time I have left.”

Mary Jane nodded. This at least was understandable to her, even if Ava's motivations were alien. Still, she couldn't help but be a bit curious about the girl who'd be becoming her latest pair of lingerie after this shoot.

“Are you… looking forward to it?” Mary Jane asked.

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"Alright!" the director chimed in, breaking the spell between the two women. "Now that the set has been set up again, let's get back to work. Unless you need more time?" he asked. The offer was genuine, but geared more towards Ava than herself. Not that Ava really needed it.

"I'm good to go," the lithe Latina affirmed as she looked over the set. It had changed a bit while they were distracted. the white silk still there, the rose petals replaced, but the largest change was what looked like a solid gold throne sitting in the middle of the set. It was fake of course. There was no way that the assistants could have dragged a solid gold chair of that size in unnoticed, but the actual chair was real enough to bear her weight, and more importantly MJ's weight. It had a lion-themed design to it; the feet and armrests terminating in golden paws, and the backing and seat were both fitted with red cushions, the shade of which matched the rose petals beneath. It looked… regal; and Ava was certainly looking forward to the chance to service her queen.

"Alright then," The director responded once the stars made it clear that more time wasn't necessary, "for this bit the theme is 'Girlskin makes me feel like a queen!' I want decadence, luxury, and above all else this is about the subtle undertones of power and control. Mary Jane, I know you're a powerful self-made woman, now you just need to let the audience know as well. Ava? You're a subject, a slave. I want you clearly submitting to Ms. Watson's whims, you'd die if she commanded it, okay?"

Ava smiled. "That shouldn't be too hard to get across."

Mary Jane nodded as well, a few ideas about how to convey confidence and control running through her head. Of course, getting into the right state of mind was essential, and given just how strongly Ava had reacted to her own story? This last shoot could be a fitting gift for the soon-to-be girlskin girl.

Ava watched enthralled as Mary Jane sauntered her way across the set to take her rightful place on her throne. The red-haired woman really did look like a queen in that moment, and Ava wanted nothing more than to serve her.

Ava walked over, dropping to her knees once she reached the throne; her eager cunt glistening with arousal at the thought of what was to come.

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A little less than a year after the fateful photo-shoot that had reignited her career and made her an overnight sensation, Mary Jane found herself at a gala. It was the opening for an exhibit on Girlskin fashion at the museum of modern art and every girlskin model had been invited. Well, those that had survived their shoots at least.

The second half of Mary Jane's lingerie shoot had been much less exciting. Ava fit her like a dream, and she felt every bit as comfortable and seductive as her former lover had described her high school friend feeling in their brief conversation, but without Ava's passion and penchant for lesbian sex it was just another modeling gig; the sexiest gig she'd ever taken to be sure, but still lacking that vital spark that Ava had provided. It was fun going through the exact same poses and expressions as in the first shoot, only this tine wearing Ava instead of fucking her, but as fun as it was it wasn't anywhere near the same level as having Ava as a co-star.

Not that Mary Jane would trade her new underthings to reverse that change! Ava fit her absolutely perfectly; and coming from a model who had plenty of bespoke lingerie to her name, that was saying something! She'd kept her promise to wear Ava every day for a week, it honestly wasn't that hard. Ava's skin breathed in a way that other leather simply didn't while still being light and comfortable. Ava's lower lips had ended up sewn together (a necessary precaution given the amount of paparazzi chasing after intimate pictures of her once more), but even so MJ felt like she was flashing the entire world while wearing Ava. It honestly wasn't an unpleasant thought at all anymore.

Ava had restarted her entire career. She was in vogue again, wanted by fashion designers and directors both for her bold and outrageous spirit. If it weren't for the girlskin garment currently cupping her privates, that would have been the greatest gift that Ava had ever given her.

Ava had been the first girl she'd taken to bed, but in the aftermath of the shoot she certainly wasn't the last. Several pretty young college-aged girls had practically dropped their panties in front of her, eager to partake, and Mary Jane didn't exactly refuse. Her gloves and stockings got almost as much use as her underwear did, and she'd lost count of the number of girls that upon seeing her arms covered from finger tip to shoulder in gorgeous Latina had asked her to spank or finger them. One or two girls even asked her to fist them! It did wonders to keep the leather nice and supple…

Of course, the belt had gotten just as much use as the rest of Ava combined, and a picture of MJ wearing it, and nothing else, was one of the most popular images of her circling around the internet. Girlskin had certainly been appreciative. A bra or a pair of panties can only be made from certain areas of a girl, but a belt? A single girl could yield a dozen belts, maybe more. And making a synthetic belt was even easier and cheaper. Girlskin's stock had skyrocketed after that, and they certainly couldn't seem to sing MJ's praises loudly enough, especially since her Ava-skin belt was her favorite accessory when she got dressed in the morning. They'd even reached out to her earlier this past week to see if she wanted to do another shoot and become an official girlskin spokes-model. They'd offered to hook her up with any model she wanted, and had made sure she knew that they'd be happy to keep her in genuine girlskin clothes if she wanted them, but they'd be just as happy to make her into genuine girlskin clothes if she preferred that as well.

Mary Jane was still considering it. She wasn't planning to become girlskin anytime soon, if ever, but the thought of having that corset she'd imagined Ava as was certainly tempting.

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Wonderful concept, thanks for bringing this to life!

>>15372
Glad you liked it! t was a lot of fun to write too!

OMG!!! TRANSLATIONS! THANK YOU!!
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What's even going on here?

The name is Siren. サイレーン
produced by Yamazaki Sayaka 山崎紗也夏

Bump to save from faggot spammer

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A tough choice [m/f, f/f; shooting; loli; multiple endings; con]

“Hey, babe. I'm home.”

“Welcome home.” As Chase entered the house he was greeted by a quite lovely sight, his wife Julie, wearing nothing but a fancy – and revealing – black mini dress, the fabric hugging her voluptuous body quite closely, showing off all of her curves, and thin enough to even make her lack of underwear readily apparent.

“Looking good.” Chase took off his jacket and put his bag to the side. “What's the occasion?”

“Just because. I was getting bored and horny waiting for you, so come on.” Julie opened the door to their bedroom, heading inside as Chase hurried to take off his shoes. “Although we need to talk a little bit first.”

“Talk as in dirty talk, or as in 'you're in trouble' talk?” Chase entered the bedroom after Julie – and stopped on the spot. Definitely 'trouble' talk. Because sitting on the bed were two naked young girls he knew quite well, but would rather not have had Julie know anything about.

“He~ey. Fancy meeting you here.” Blonde, blue-eyed Tiffany tried her best at a conversational tone as she waved to Chase, but the effect fell mostly flat.

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>>15200
Written as a request for Pussy Shooter (I know, who woulda thought, with that name). Featuring variant endings because they couldn't decide either, and otherwise it just would have been kinda short. I got held up way too long on the (rather vanilla) sex scenes for whatever reason, other than that I think the story is self-explaining enough.

(I totally started just copy-pasting one of these.) Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed, feedback/criticism always appreciated.

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>>8494
That's some harsh truth there, all right.

But it's not always risky behaviours. People are being tricked. Some bastards work on victims for weeks to gain their trust. Sometimes you are forced into situations where you have no control.

And we can't expect for every girl and kid to train hard martial arts or carrying a weapon of some sort.

What I'm saying is you are right but it's never black and white and also we should symphathize with victims nevertheless. Even if they kinda put shit on their own head. Like that young girl who I read was beaten to death in forest with a hammer, because she owned 1000$ for pot to some shitstains. They didn't even raped her. Just bashed her head in like she was worthless meatbag. Shitstains went to bbq after that.
So, sort of her fault, but feeling nothing about stuff like that isn't right. To be honest I don't even mean compassion for that girl, but at least condemnation for those motherfuckers.

Your post quasi states "she deserved to be raped because of how she was dressed" and think about yourself. Kinda radical.

>>8494
She wasn't even 10. She was just a small child, just a baby. She couldn't have done anything to overcome that.

>>8494
Everybody should be armed for this reason. If you can, get a concealed carry license. For those living in nations where such basic rights are denied, consider pepper spray or improvised weaponry, and practice practice practice with them. In the end, its on YOU to protect yourself, certainly not the govt.

>>8508
Kids don't shoot eachother in schools here, thank you very much.
jk, kind off.
But seriously I don't think it would work without tight and supervised gun flow, so it wouldn't end up on the streets like in US. Now I can be affraid of punch in the face, and not of being shot 6 times for equivalent of 10 bucks, or because cops are paranoid and trigger happy.
Also I don't think all countries are ready for free access to guns. You got decades and decades of experiences with weapons, but here people would lost their shit, believe me.
Don't get me wrong I support access to guns, but there are many concerns. It's very complex issue.

Although pepper spray and stuff like that are always a good idea.

It IS on government. You took so many responsibilities off the gov and now you are surprised it spends your money on weird shit. You are surprised both parties are disconnected from you.
There is no money for health care, wellfares, social issues. First/second economy in the world my ass.
Your gov basically tells you every man for himself but it isn't how it should work.
Come on.

>>8509
Yeah this wasn't meant for politics but I'll say I hate the damned when we do and damned when we don't nature of our gov. They pretend they're here for our own good then say personal responsibility when we ask for help with things beyond our control.

John Goes Gay, Trish Tries Black

About a week later, when the pain where his sack used to be had subsided his wife was inspecting the site. The small bit of flesh that was below the band had shriveled up even more and fallen off, leaving a smooth patch of skin where the bands had been. His cock, which had once stood proudly about his balls was limp and unable to get hard. His wife had ordered some testosterone through the mail, but it was taking a while to arrive (having to come from Mexico.) Since he was feeling much better she decided on a family outing. As her eunuch husband and precocious daughter piled into the car they peppered her about where they were going.
"Come on, give me a hint please?" implored John.
"Why do I have to wear so much?" her 11 year old daughter whined, adjusting her clothes so more of her skin showed. The child had become quite a slut after losing her virginity to her father and seemed to always want to be scantily dressed when out of the house, and naked, preferablly on her fathers cock when in it. She was also a little on edge because her father had not been able to fuck her while he was healing.
"You have to wear that much so people don't see how young you are, now pipe down we're here." They had pulled up to a nondescript building that just said "Broader Horizions Bookstore" out front.
"What is this place?" Trish asked, seeming a little annoyed.
"It's an adult bookstore," her mother said, "and they have a some private movie rooms in the back."
"A gloryhole?" Trish asked, not sure.
"How did you know that?" her mom asked.
"It's not like I'm a baby, I know stuff." She insisted.
"Well, keep your voice down or they won't let you in."
They all got out of the care and walked in. Trish tried to act older as the passed the clerk at the front of the store. He eyed her warily as she went in, but made no move to stop her.

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>>10007
Is there another chapter to this? I have trouble finding any more Ducetur Manibus on this site.

I have a question.

What the fuck? I don't have anything against any of this. Bur the way it's written... It's so happy.

Bumping because I really want more of this

well, that's given us a few extra leads. so to speak.

visibility bump post-GC-resurrection…

…no, wait, shit. Wrong thread. I meant to bump mk4. Dammit.

Though, wait… That means this thread must be unlocked now? Argh.

Post in whichever you feel like.

But on the other hand, if its more accessible, it'll also be more susceptible to spam attacks and retards who think they can post CP and IRL snuff, like what happened to the last Gurochan.

TBF, whilst I only just came across the .cx site knowledge whilst searching for what I was missing on desuarchive, it still took me less time to run across that than the /last/ GC epic fail.

It's probably roughly about the right level of obscurity…

The judge skimmed the document in his hand before looking over his desk, a grimace on his face, at the young woman with should sitting across from him. Marie Myers, short and slender, with purple hair to her shoulders, watched with piercing brown eyes. Only nineteen, dressed in a grey sweater and matching sweatpants, and black sneakers, one might have assumed her to be a college student asking to drop out of a course. In his deepest subconscious, Judge Carter probably wished this to be that scenario.

"This is a rather big commitment you have agreed to for your sister. Are you fully aware of what you're giving up?"

Marie shifted her eyes. "Yes. I know," she muttered. "My life," she thought to herself; she opened her mouth to say it but only managed a puff of air.

"Your parents committed treason, and the law only requires the execution of one child. It's highly likely that Ivy assisted then in some cases, which is why she was sentenced instead of you. Now I can't stop you from taking her place, but I will point out that you are giving your life for an alleged traitor."

"Ivy's only twelve, she didn't know what she was doing. My parents brainwashed her with their fascist ideologies, just as they tried to do me. With them gone from her life she has a chance to see our parents for the demons they were. She's only a child with her whole life ahead of her, and I'd hate to see it cut short for them."

"She may be young, but you're only nineteen yourself. Seeing as you turned your family in, we can be certain that you will make for a more valuable citizen. Ivy may not see the error of her ways, and if she so much as doodles a single swastika she will be facing execution again."

"She might or might not come back here, but if I don't give her that second chance I will regret this for the rest of my life. Knowing that my sister died because I left her to the same demons I escaped from is worse than dying in my opinion."

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>>23132
2/3

>>23133
3/3

where can i commision you mr. or miss mori?

>>23135

i sage my email on some of the post above ;)
like this one >>17624

Wow, this is good!