This blue satin bitch takes her time carving up her chained toy – from teasing cuts to ripping her guts out while she screams

This is part 2 of Riley's story, a direct continuation from Riley's Conversion. It's much shorter but, I hope, just as emotionally deep.

This is the tale of Amara, currently a ghost, haunting a maritime museum full of salvage from the shipwreck of the "Tarberry". This was a ship involved in the 18th century triangle trade. She would sail off from, say, Philadelphia with whisky and tobacco to Southampton, England, where she would be loaded with clothes and other manufactured items, and from there, she sailed to West Africa, where she would take on people, freshly captured in war or some other barbarities, and take those captives off to Virginia or the Carolinas to be auctioned off. It was a lucrative trade, this triangular route, and the sailors were adept at handling the ships with billowed sail for months on end.

Amara was a West African mom with somewhat sizable boobs (displayed topless in the typical West African fashion of the day) and a curvy butt (hidden inside a long flowing dress). She had a love of dancing and her nappy, braided hair was cropped short. Amara was not really skinny at first, she was somewhat plump. Such was her condition when she was captured by a band of warriors while caring for her kids outside her Igbo hut.

According to our seance, Amara recounted as follows, although it was translated from her native Asusu Igbo language.

"The bad men had grabbed me roughly by the wrists and ankles and tied me to a pole. I kicked and screamed, trying to get attention. Unfortunately, my children and husband were too far off to hear me. I must have peed, as I felt wetness dripping down my behind; my skirt was still on at this point. My captors loosened my hair and they started carrying me, like people might carry dead animals they intend to cook and eat, one man on each end of the pole. I bounced and shook and my wrists and ankles became so raw from the rubbing that they bled. This trek took most of the day, then they would set me down in the dirt, then they would pick me up again, and then at night, I would be tied with my ankle to a rope around a tent pole. I would eat and do my business in the tent. My captors used knives to cut my clothes off, so that I stood, dark and imposing and quite naked in the chilly tent. I peed on one of the warriors, who then got angry and threw a punch into my side, causing my ribs to hurt and my boobs to jiggle and shocking pain to radiate. I didn't want to create any more trouble. I was left alone the rest of the night.

It took a few days to get to the place of the Tarberry. This was what the sailors called a wharf, with a long pavilion next to the vast waters and several massive boats, all with poles sticking out of them and canvas sails on the poles.

The sailors, now, they were a drunken lot. They slurred their words and stumbled around, they were rude, they got into fights. They also lined us up against posts and looked over us head to toe. They stuck their filthy hands into our mouths, opened them wide, and they looked at my breasts and behind and legs and vagina. A few even stuck their fingers in my dark smelly liquid twat, causing me to wrinkle my nose. One of them spoke in his gibberish, and I could see his bulge in his trousers as he felt all over me.

Then they put me in manacles and chains, and I was buckled by my ankles and wrists again and forced to walk the gangway to the big boat, the Tarberry. I was shoved down the hold so hard that my feet were a mess of pain and my knees buckled. I felt warmth down my legs: my bladder had let go again. I was laid down cheek to jowl on a shelf in the darkness where we couldn't move, or at least not without difficulty. We rolled in the dark, as the boat moved through the water; the ship moved back and forth and up and down quite vigorously. I felt nauseous and I spewed up my belly's contents. I was loosened from my shackles every now and then, to pee and eat slop and poop, but otherwise it was an interminable lying in the darkness."

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First time posting here.
And sorry about my English,it's not my native language.

Anyone know any good Vore Lora's? Those on civitai hardly seem to work.

Im looking for a Artist who draws Torture things, his name is AWAWA but I cant seem to find him anywhere anymore I only have this Pic of him i would be gratefl for any advice or tips were he could be

if i wanto replikate this death scene(s) of duplikate, make it somewhat realistic, change the faces or "actress", maybe in the same footage, also change the outfit. what ai(s) do i use, maybe for free.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=apaPfUbTaBU

Because Solo (1) is about to reach 1000.

By the way, I can see that things changed a lot here, most for the better, but if any of these drawings crashes with your current policies, go and mercilessly take it down... well... I somehow guess there's no need for me to recommend about this.

Diary of a Meat-Girl – Sidney Roebuck in Her Own Words
By
Edward Hyde


EDITOR’S FOREWORD


Sidney Dorothy Roebuck, born August 15th 2010, died August 15th 2022, on her twelfth birthday, was my Great Aunt, the youngest sibling and only sister of my father, Alexei Roebuck. As the first person to be legally killed for the express purpose of being eaten in recorded history, she is one of the most iconic figures to have come out of the twenty-first century and arguably more has been written about her than other other historical figure since Jack the Ripper. Like the infamous Ripper, however, a great deal of what is written about her is speculation, the discussion of her feelings and motives based on carefully managed television and magazine interviews and, while it has become widely known and understood that the Sidney we all recognise today as the mascot of the international restaurant chain was simply a character she portrayed, the creation of an expert marketing team, this is still the only Sidney most people know.

In 2084, the world was rocked by the claim that Sidney had changed her mind at the last minute and allowed another, unwilling girl to be killed in her place. Although this claim was proven to be a lie and the woman claiming to be Sidney was, in fact, the girl she claimed had been used as a substitute, the scandal reawakened public interest in Sidney as a person and her relationship with Jessica Thornton after whom the fast-food chain Jessie T’s, a subsidiary of Sidney’s Inc. (Formerly Roebuck Inc. Worldwide) is named. With very few living witnesses who had known either girl, this too became a topic of speculation, the only first-hand source being a letter written by Sidney to Jessica in which she laments their estranged friendship and expresses hopes that Jessica will accept the invitation to attend her slaughter and that they might be reconciled. Since the true identity of the woman who claimed to be Sidney was only discovered after her death from natural causes, the real Jessica was unable to shed any more light on their friendship, the full cause of its ending or the effect it had on Sidney.

While some of Sidney’s personal property was put on display in Roebuck International Hotels or in branches of Sidney’s Family Restaurant when they began to open, or donated to museums such as the Smithsonian and the Bullock Texas State History Museum, these tended to be pieces that related to her campaign and were deemed to have historical significance. The rest of her property was packed away by the family’s staff and put into storage where it remained until three two years ago when a leak was discovered in the roof of the building where the boxes were stored and they were moved to a safe location while the repairs were carried out. The family, including myself, took this opportunity to sort through the decades old artefacts to see what should be kept, what needed to be disposed of and what might be considered of interest to scholars and historians such as myself.

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Preferably when the girl is alive and in shock/pain. Not any of that cooking and cannibalism stuff.

Serious question. Is there any website like that?

https://www.jeisonart.space/wp-content/uploads/fantasy16preview.mp4

Here is part one of this story

Unsheathe your knives and swords; let's see some stabbings!

Started learning Stable Diffusion recently, but it doesn't seem like it is very good for violence of any kind let alone hard guro. I have been browsing this forum trying to pick up some tips and LORA, but I can't find much advice, most LORA links are dead, and for some reason can't get AniStuff to work at all -- I am using Illustrious models instead. I am wondering if anyone can provide any tips for creating general violence like blood and combat, as well as specific fetishes likes executions, castration and female genital mutilation.

Or is it just me? I absolutely fucking hate women to the point of where I hope they fucking vanish one by one. What are reasons you guys hate these evil cunts?

Request - found this page probably from some longer comics. Night in the garden, done by Pierrot le Fou. Could not find neither the author, nor the comics. Does anyone have it? It looks like Gabbi from Xena is going to be impaled.

Does anyone has the full story ?

Feel free to request.
Please refer to the attached file.

NG:SCAT, VOMIT, PED

*Soon may the Wellerman come
Bringing sugar and tea and rum
One day when the tonguing is done
We'll take our leave and go...*

(start with the Wellerman song)


Once there was this cannibal gang, a band of pirates in the Caribbean that had taken wives among the Caribs and the Polynesians and managed to reproduce, and they had heard of the practice of tonguing a whale and thought to appropriate that habit.

So, of course, along came a sailing ship, a Wellerman, up from New Zealand bringing sugar, tea, rum, and Chinese, Kiwi, and British migrants to the shores of Caribanesia, the isles of the pirate cannibals. The British and Chinese attempted to start towns and the Maoris tried a village of their own. However, the pirate descendants, clad in a mix of Native Caribbean and 17th century European garb and brandishing flintlocks and torches and pistols, raided the little settlement of New Liverpool. They burned the town and made off with a few young people, having slain elderly and other folks in the process. This consisted of three men and four women. Of the men, two were British and one Chinese, and the women were a blonde Brit, a flower of China with dark hair and white skin, a tanned and somewhat fierce looking Maori with chin tattoo, and a Malay in a hijab and flowery skirt. All were tied up in rope and made to walk a couple miles over rough tropical and volcanic terrain by sword point and gunpoint, until they came to the tonguing grounds.

The Chinese man and one of the British men were made quick work of. They tied both to stakes already at the grounds and lashed them painfully. They cut off their heads, their private parts, and other extremities and started skinning and cutting the fat off of them while everyone else watched. They then cut the meat off their bones and threw the meat onto a smoking rack to slowly smoke.

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