I would really like to know who made this image. I have done several reverse image searches, but I can't find anything at all.

Has anyone come across english editions to these comics?

There seem to be only 4 pages of this brutal comic. Would love to see it completed with more of the pussy torture and a good reason why they do it (captured spies for instance) and earlier rape of the girls.

Please someone draw Yayo getting killed or tortured in any brutal method possible.

Honestly I'm trying to find guro that has to do with ANY and ALL Marvel characters.

Does anyone have any of pixiv artist リリス's works? I have a few but they've since made all of their works on pixiv private with no way to view any of them.

i guess there was a naming conflict between me and the other YS, which would explain why my thread might have been deleted. no biggie, sorry to him if that was the case.

Dr Ritsuko Akagi sips her tea and looks over the operation notes held conveniently in her clipboard. It is a break for her, not her subject, who may have water right now and nothing else. INTERFACE HEADSETS, still top of the list. Why did she expect otherwise. She taps the tip of a biro near the edge of the name, then scrawls a character. It is not a normal meaning, but she uses it to signify whenever she has a misgiving about the results based on this subject and she wishes to write a paper on it later. The doctor audibly scoffs. Can they really expect a working model gained from this subject will be useful on a person? She dents the paper with a firm tap of the biro three times. I. Think. Not. they signify.

She sets the clipboard aside and stands. The subject is a few passes away from her work desk, sitting in a chair of a mock cockpit. It is nothing like the final product will look like, but its look is no matter. On a rollable desk are the control handles, and a projector shines a fuzzy light in standby mode on the far wall. Around the chair, stand sensor arrays on three-legged bases. The girl, at least that is what shape it is in, holds a small paper cup of water, which Ritsuko pinches by the rim and pulls away. The small hands lower to her lap. "That is enough break, Ayanami. We are proceeding with the interface headsets. In this test, you will complete tasks as assigned to the best of your ability."

Rei does not answer. Ritsuko drops the cup in a bin on her way around to her control console. "Ayanami, answer me when I speak to you and give you an order."

"Acknowledged."

"Better," the doctor says coldly. She boots the test programme, then sets the arrays to calibration. The main test protocols in the system, on the other hand, will take time to initialize. The simulator arrays, sensors, diagnostic suits, and so on were all built by the NERV counterparts in the United States. Powerful and sensitive equipment they are, the design architecture lacks elegance. Thus, they are all slow to work together. She does not have time to overhaul the whole system and fix the problem, but Ritsuko often muses that the American penchant for clumsiness has delayed the project by at least four months. It is just as well that she is alone with the subject; Ristuko feels she lacks the patience for having other humans in her lab today.

While the equipment prepares itself, Ritsuko brings the prototype interface headset to Rei. It is eight nodes, linked by a matrix of wires, and connected by a bundle of cabling to the computer system. She places it on Rei's head. When her hand frees, the doctor turns toward her a monitor which, which displays a NERV SCIENCE logo. A shake of the mouse dispels the screen saver. Wave forms appear, like undulating ice crystals. Each sensor has a display for its reading and its signal strength in real time. While she adjusts the headset according to what she sees on the display, she says, "Rei, do you know what a crustacean is?"

"Yes."

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I've been writing breast-destruction guro stories for ages now but have recently been trying my hand at some evisceration action too.

...which is something that can be found in a fair number of my stories, but this is the first to really focus on it.

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*ENTRANCE_01*
*REDHEAD_01*
*RAMPAGE_01*
*TRIO_01*
*FRAMES_01*
*STAFF_GIRLS_01*
*STAFF_GIRLS_02*
*SURRENDER_POSE_01*

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Boobs Saga - is erotic game.
Check on Patreon and Steam.

Boobs Saga - is erotic game.
Check on Patreon and Steam.

I'm okay with nerophilia. I'm okay with the notion that out there, somewhere a kid has sex woth adults and isn't traumatized. Animals? Fuck them. Literally. If you want to.

I'm not ok with torture or rape. I think objective morality is clear as day, though not really "Right" and "Wrong."

Except... well i can be very hateful. Maybe I would torture certain people that i know deserve it. But it would still be evil. I think. It couldn't give anyone enough pleasure to outweigh their pain, even accounting ratio differences, like me feeling a little better is worth that guy feeling a thousamd times worse.

Maybe that rambling made no sense.

My only point for this thread is the notion of an ethical Right and Wrong.

Hello guys is there any other pics of our long lost artist named Kraze? And I'm interested in his headless Type of "device attached to spine and servered heads on a life support" idea Rather than The NBM Magic headless or edits. Could be useful for future inspired commisions soon from the other artists.

Just Like this one in this pic iirc it was his artwork since 2011 from the original gurochan

Thanks

what is the parallel word for "penectomy" in Japanese?
google translate dont seem to cut it...

You're casting a magic spell, making a wish, it's magic that changes probability. Whatever negative thing you imagine, it will never happen again to anyone in this world. Not good people, not bad people, and it can't be forced on someone by another's will (so no executions or murders.)

There is no limit, so you can stop as many deaths or injuries as you want, it can be as specific as you want, you can also choose not to stop any deaths. There are reprucussions. If you say "no one should ever die" then you must also deal with the population.

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I would say, I don't think anyone should ever become injured until their immobile, and die of hunger due to being unable to move.

Also, no one should ever wake up in a coffin, or be trapped under a rock slide or building, so that they're in an uncomfortable position, dying slowly. Especially, no one should wake up in a coffin unable to move.

Next, no one should have nervous system ailments which cause pain. Pain should only ever come from your body notifying you of an injury, it shouldn't exist as a glitch of your nerves. That must be unimaginably painful. Ideally, people would learn to use their will power to ignore or turn off pain which they're already aware of, like how you can't tickle yourself. In otherwords, things like pulling out a splinter or getting a shot shouldn't hurt (I think that's already basically possible with some pain management training.)

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is there pics of zombies that had pupiless white/Gray eyes instead of dead soulless eyes.
(pic related)

Autumn wept as she was lead into the room. A cold steel scaffold was erected in the back against the wall, it’s joints configurable so the bound victim could be moved and positioned in any number of ways. A video camera sat on a tripod pointed directly at it, it’s display open and a single red light blinking.

“Oh god, please” Autumn meekly teased out. Tears were streaming down her gentle cheeks from eyes concealed by lengthy bangs. “Please just kill me and get this over with.” she pleaded, but she knew in her heart it would be to no avail. She and the other girls were forced to watch the execution preceding their own, so she knew what horrors awaited her. Just yesterday, she had been taken to this exact room to find one of the other girls from her group strapped to this very scaffold. Over the course of several hours she watched in complete horror as the executioner slit open the poor girl’s abdomen and dumped her guts out between her legs. The screaming and crying and begging of the girl was now stamped on her brain. She cried all night and didn’t sleep for even a moment, her mind in shock from seeing such a tortured and drawn out death. They came for her the next morning.

The moment she saw which room they were taking her to Autumn began to cry and beg. She knew what was in store for her and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what the experience was going to be like. All she knew was that she had to stop it somehow, there was no way that was going to happen to her. But she couldn’t see a way to get out of it. She was handcuffed and deep within a facility she couldn’t even begin to guess the location of. She had no tools or resources, only the cuffs around her wrists and ankles and what little clothing they had been issued, which mainly consisted of a skin tight short sleeve crop top several sizes too small and similar tight shorts. The clothing had hardly been appropriate for the cold nights on the concrete floor of the girl’s cell and they had resorted to huddling together in as they slept for warmth.

As they began to unlock her cuffs, she briefly started thinking about running for the door, but the guards were careful and kept a tight grip on her, making sure to bind her feet to the scaffold before undoing her hands. The scaffold was arranged so that she was standing up with her feet spaced about a foot and a half apart and her arms strapped down by her sides. There were two handles just below the binds which she could grip and hold onto. The middle of the scaffold was extruded slightly, forcing her to push her belly out a bit.

“Oh god, please please please don’t do this to me!” she started tearfully screaming. “PLEASE! I’ll do anything you want, ANYTHING!”

She was completely ignored and her executioner continued to configure everything. Once she was fully strapped in, he adjusted her head strap so that it forced her to look down towards her abdomen. “Oh god.” she whimpered in horrible anticipation.

The executioner then took a red marker and traced a dotted line down her stomach from her sternum all the way down through her belly button and to her shorts. He then placed a frying pan on the floor between her legs, looked up at her with cold eyes and a smirk on his face, and began to finger her belly button. “Today you are going to become extremely familiar with the contents of this lovely belly of yours.” he whispered in her ear as tears streamed down her face. “Did you know you have over 25 feet of intestines coiled up in there? You saw what happened to the other girl so you know exactly what to expect. I hear the pain is just unfathomable, not to mention the gruesome sight of your own bowels hanging out the front of your bisected belly.”

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So, not my first story and not something I started last night. Been picking at this for at least two years now and figure that its as good as its gonna get without outside input. I am gonna be posting this elsewhere (4uckedinthehead on hentaifoundry and AO3.) I will tag as thoroughly as I can think to because theres gonna be a broad spectrum of fucked up in this story. That being said, I probably wont think of everything, so be forwarned. In general, the main themes are cannibalism, slavery, mindfuckery, torture, transformation and non/semicon.

Last thing, I have about another 50k words written, in about 20 chapters in varying stages of completion and polish. If anyone would like to speed up the otherwise glacial rate I will post, hmu [email protected]

If you found this note in a small wooden box with a heart on it, then *congratulations!* You are probably the first person to read this. I didnt really plan on sharing this with anybody, but for some reason I think its exciting that somebody out there, a complete stranger, will come across this note and read my story. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me. Im fascinated that either one of us could die - even as soon as tomorrow - with the other being completely clueless to the fact. To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. Writing this, Im wondering if that makes you feel fascinated or violated. Its so exciting.

Im sorry if my story is a bit disorganized, but Id like to get it down while its still fresh on my mind. First, Ill tell you a little bit about myself. Im a first-year college girl and have led, by most standards, a pretty unspectacular life up to this point. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers. I did track in middle school and some of high school, and Ive had two boyfriends. Now, Im studying for a career in occupational therapy, because I feel the field is undervalued and provides tremendous help to people.

Im giving you this background because theres this strange misconception that if you want to kill someone then youre either sick in the head or you have anger management issues. But, its very apparent that I dont fall into either of those categories. Its true that most murder cases are in a domestic setting where someone loses control of their anger or something. But the thing is that those people kill under provocation, whether by a singular outburst or by a slow-burning series of misfortunes. Those people kill because in that brief moment, they want a specific someone, for a specific reason, to be hurt or killed.

What Im talking about is wanting to kill someone for no specific reason, maybe just to see what its like. Do you ever get that? I wouldnt know how others feel, because its not something I ever talked about. But Ive been curious about what its like to kill someone ever since I was a child. Not killing anyone in particular, just a random person. Its always just fascinated me that if I put my mind to it, I can approach anyone, and in five minutes they would be completely gone from this Earth.

But Ive never done so for a couple of reasons. First of all, for most of my life it was logistically impossible for me to do it without getting caught. I only got my drivers license a couple years ago, and even then, the preparations would take too much time, definitely stirring suspicion. It was only once I started college that I realized this was no longer an obstacle.

Another reason is that I was afraid of causing harm to too many people. You might laugh reading that, at how hypocritical it sounds. But, let me explain: Why should I feel bad about killing someone if theyre too dead to care? Who would I be feeling bad for? Contrarily, its the grief of the living that Id rather not be responsible for. Because of this, I knew it would take a good deal of research before finding a suitable person to kill, and Ive never had the means to do so - again, until I started college.

And now, having just experienced it, Id say it was pretty satisfying in the end. Something I would try again? Probably not, since my curiosity has already been satisfied. It really wouldnt be the same a second time.

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