Does anyone of you have a download link for Grimewave Cockface III?
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She was cute. But scarred. So am I. I'm not a slayer though, I've just been... through a lot. Not as much as a Top Class Assassin, though. She was, and hunted many of my fellows. Just my luck, here I was, with a beautiful big-breasted blue-eyed bitch that was tied to a chair, securely thanks to my former ship-mates. She had an hourglass figure, but I knew she wasn't a mere model. She was deadly, and the reason my crew was now dead, aside from the 2 who helped me stop her, but they had enough. They wanted no part of what I was going to do.

"Have you ever known love?" I ran my fingers over her sharp sweaty hair. It was soft and dry. My question was met with tired contempt.

"I'm saving myself for marriage." Typical of her sort. She was disciplined. I knew her training involved staying in frigid, fetid swamp water, getting frostbite and bug bites for hours. And everything she fought, that they fought for... was to fight against my personal freedom.

"And you think I should too? That I'm evil for being with the girl you murdered? You sick bitch." I saw her eyes go wide.

"Please, I thought she was someone else..." Oh, don't they always.

"You knew she probably wasn't. Just saw a fine girl, dark hair, rebel outfit, wore a symbol you disagreed with. You think 'eh, fuck it. Should kill her.'"


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I know there's more out there, I just can't seem to find em

Hey guys! I've started drawing more and more scat art and i'd love your guy's opinion on it! i'll post some stuff here but you can get direct updates on my tumblr! with is thedankair dot tumblr dot com!

thanks for the feedback and i cant wait to hear what you guys think!

The Fool's Baron

Alight with sound and music and gaiety, the festival rang with laughter and cheer as the King's new harlequin set herself to work, juggling and dancing and cracking wise with equal dexterity in every act as her audience heckled and cheered playfully. With some luck she had happened on the work, having been discovered by one of the king's servants when about town on an errand, and with much gusto she performed and acted and pranced, deriving a certain joy from entertaining her captive audience ... and deriving a certain joy and excitement as she felt ogling eyes on her body.

Wrapped in taut leathers and a colorful bodice of scarlet, with a tightly-drawn black corset and tall heels clicking on the floor as she moved, she knew that her dress would be sure to draw attention, and her admirers--man and woman alike--made little effort to hide their lust as they took in the show, and the fetching young lady performing it. Each high step, each demonstrative gesture caused her full breasts to jiggle, and she delighted in noticing each of their leering gazes; until she spun about in a dance and stopped before a tall and broad man, and paused. He was a mountain, a wide and strong man in sharp dress and wearing a long and pointed beard of the finest grooming. She could see quite immediately he was an important figure, and so stopped to wave a hand in bowing low, crossing one foot over another politely and bowing so low as to nearly touch the ends of her jester's hat on the floor; and when she rose again, the painted-white surface of her face creased just a bit as she winked but briefly at him. Quickly she turned and went back to her work with a neat cartwheel, and at the center of the floor she paused to again bow to the audience ... keeping her back to her admirer, and bowing low again; low enough to pinch her vulva between her thighs and present herself to him for a longer moment than was necessary to salute the crowd.

The night dragged long after that, and thoughts of before pushed away from her mind as she focused on the excited prospect of a midnight rendezvous; thoughts and questions, too, of what had happened to the previous harlequin, and those before her. As the hour grew late the party finally dispersed, dismissed by the King who had sated his palette on beer and wine and fine cuts of meats until he had lost his appetite for entertainment for the evening; and with a light and airy bounce in her step the jester left from the room to retire herself ... and yet, it was a sad and long walk to her quarters, though they were not far. She had expected to meet her admirer after the party, and yet he was scarce to be found in the hall. The corridors turned an angle, and she soon entered her quarters to begin to undress, when the door swung shut behind her.

She hopped about with a start--having not closed the door herself--and gasped when a large and broad form loomed in the shadows, only to step out to reveal itself to be her admirer. Swallowing a catch, she breathed and waited for him--equal parts excitedly aroused and fearful that he could let himself into her room--but when he approached and lifted his hands, smiling with silent entreaty, she laid her hands in his to feel his gentle touch and warmth. Carefully she lifted her face towards him--the fool's own baron--until their lips met for a quiet kiss, then another, and still deeper and fuller kisses as their arms found their way over each other's bodies, up and down and under clothing until his jacket was off and her breasts squeezed in his strong and wide palms, each driven by a primal urge to copulate and make on good on their mutual, unspoken desires. Hungrier and hungrier they grew, a lust both carnal and powerful shared between them, and soon his hands ran down her waist and over her full buttocks to latch onto her pants, where he grabbed and pulled and tore on the tight fabric until he had ripped the seat open wide enough to expose her crotch.

And then, in one mighty heave, he grabbed her by the asscheeks and lifted her up over his waist. Breathing a gasp, his little plaything felt her pulse race excitedly at his strength, and as he balanced her aloft--aided by her legs about his waist and her breasts mashed against his chest--she reached down between his legs and undid his trousers, reached into his clothing, and removed his long and stiff pole so she could pet and rub and caress the throbbing member; feeling his warm strength and sex in her hands. He groaned a hungry growl, then positioned her over himself to rub the tip against her vulva, a tickling and gentle sensation that caused her to gasp again and moan expectantly, when he pushed himself inside her and plunged her down onto his manhood, the long and stiff thing reaching into her body until it forced itself against her flesh.

Her moans grew suddenly sharp and pleasured, and their mutual lust grew fevered as he lifted and dropped her onto himself, smacking his balls against her ass as her breasts rolled up and down over his chest. She could feel the tiny and warm bits of cum shooting up into her, but as her own juice slicked his member and she felt an orgasm welling in her loins he suddenly turned and flung her onto the bed, where she bounced and rolled in surprise until he straddled over her. A bit unnerved by his abrupt aggressiveness, she nevertheless grew carnal again as he kissed and caressed her neck, her shoulders, and her breasts, and her hands slid up and down his back and head as he removed a sash from his clothing.

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i am looking for an image i saw , its for a neko girl killed by 2 arrows as i remember on her stomach and she is laying on her back , and there is another blue haired girl on the right also killed but laying on her face, i wish to find it and/or find similar images to it , and if there is a nude version of it because she have a string bikini still on her (black) and its almost going to fall.

note: she somehow looks similar to the girl in the image

thanks...

So I remembered the Dodge10 archive having a lot of photo-manips, but according to his site he's shut it down because of some drama, so I was wondering if anyone knew where I could find his work in like an archive or something, I tried wayback machine but it didn't save any of the images.

I'm at a point in my life where I'd murder someone with consent.

I'd like to know for how long a body will remain fresh or 'fuckable' after death.
How could I best preserve the body and clean out the cunt for multiple uses?

Anyone out there could do a story on this chick? Names Jenna, 20, c cup pierced titties, something along the lines of kidnapped from a night out, sexual torture with garage tools by a few guys, preferably involving with some torture on the pierced nipples, cutting with a knife, obviously fucking all against her will, drugging her with all sorts of hard drugs, ending with dogs using her chasing her and killing her? Just a weird fantasy I have.
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The Cull

Naked and trembling, little Lola mouse stepped forth from the dressing area, with only a thin black choker bearing a name tag and registry number. Large, round ears drooped submissively as she passed through the entrance, taking note of the many cameras with their shining red lights--indicating live filming--and timid, shaky footfalls led her slowly towards her fate ... but she shook not from fright, but restrained excitement.

This was the moment she had anticipated for months; the moment she had carefully dieted for, planned for, and prepared herself for: it was her time for the Cull, her time to become a star, to be admired and lusted for and, ultimately, cum for. Once a month, it had been ordained, the population of the Lesser species must be culled, to be reduced and slashed until it could again become manageable. Rampant overpopulation had demanded it, and modern depravity had twisted it into a game of lust, of sex, and of gory delight. In short, she would be sacrificed on the totem pole of a bull's member, impaled and stretched until she burst and, quite simply, died from the fucking.

Maybe it should have been normal for a girl to have a sense of self-preservation, to want to survive and thrive and grow into old age ... but this was a great event, a festival of sex and degenerate lust, and a celebrated ending to a short life; she would be a trophy, a prize, and a star in every right, with the event televised across the world to an audience millions strong, man and woman alike waiting and edging and watching as one of the arena's stars ripped her apart upon his powerful member. Indeed, it was a volunteer's event: prey were groomed and trained and even bred for this, and often the line to apply grew longer than the list of available positions; victims could even choose from their death options, and the options soon had to be expanded to include the creative, and for mass executions--firing squad, hanging, beheading, spitting. It had become an honor, a violent and sexy ending to a life that would otherwise have no meaning. Lola had chosen the personal option, the one hardest to earn, to whom only the most "gifted" of girls could be chosen: public arena copulation.

As trembling legs brought her forward, she did her best to hide a blush, appearing to be demure and shy under the bright lights of the arena in playing to her audience--doubtless an adoring one, or so she hoped--and she had to catch her own voice to avoid an audible gasp once she turned to face the throne; for seated atop it was the arena's top male draw, the bull named Tawr, an eight-foot monster of a man whose two-foot member already stood at half-erection, the long and thick pole lifting itself barely inches off the ground before him. "Oh, thank you! Thank you, Overseers!" she thought, swallowing an excited gasp and fighting against an excited squeal, until she was forced to lower her gaze submissively, else she break character before her audience.

She approached the throne, her eyes drifting up to see Tawr's cock rising before her, veins throbbing and pulsing and sending an excited flutter into her heart, and a cold chill of sheer arousal through her veins and loins. Clasping her hands over her lap, she tried to hide the thick wetness pouring down her thighs--streaming out in thin and steady squirts of pussy-juice--and stopped before the foot of the throne, where she licked her lips ever so thinly, eager to taste of his flesh and milk. As the light gleamed from the cock ring clamping down near his base, she nodded her head down when his authoritative and booming voice suddenly commanded, "Stand over me."

She glanced up to his stern, hardened gaze and knew he meant not for her to stand her tiny, four-foot frame over his hips ... he meant for her to stand over his member. Swallowing again--lest she lose control--she did as commanded, stepping carefully and demurely over his length until she stood near his pelvis, her face barely reaching up to his chest, even as he remained seated. Her tail twitched in spite of herself, and as he again spoke juice dripped from her lips onto his cock, slickening its length until it glistened under the hot studio lights. "I'm still soft ... stroke me."

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lets talk about what is time?
is it a illusion? or is it our brain just giving a false image of world?
where does it start where does it end?

I really fucking love muscular cocks but there's like no content for it. Does any more exist? Can /req/ help me?

Anyone got the before and after of a young black guy with an dildo bomb in his ass on a timer? I remember he had a big ass, thighs, and wore blac boots and was against a wall. After pic had a big blood mess where his lower bod used to be and he was lying against the wall with an ahegao expression.

I last saw it at HentaiFoundry, but I've lost it since then. It may also be hidden from general broad searches too.

So, some years ago, I wrote a "little" serial called Puppy Mill. It was about a woman, Merrie, who was kidnapped off the streets, raped, and amputated into a sex slave. Later, after a lot of drama, she ended fucked a lot and gained an incredible amount of powers. It ended when she killed a goddess... at the same time she died.

This isn't done, but there are going to be a huge number of tags, not limited to fucking in every hole, amputation, size, magic, rape, messy, demon, bondage, D/s, and a probably a tentacle or two.

Daddy left on a business trip and the mom and son were left alone in the house! After watching mom pee, take a shit and shower the son jumps her.After a while she submits and the start having sex, anal and vaginal.Problem is they forgot the door unlocked and the curtains pulled.So you may snuff them with the following chars: a burglar, a religios fanatic, a member of a special police force, a man with a killer dog or the father.Be creative and give a lot of detail.
If i like it i will provide you with a dad and daughter scenario!

Extremely wicked and perverted player seeks for partners.

You are:
- male or female IRL and able to play female (preferred) and/or male characters.
- willing to play in emails or shared docs.
- graphoman and like to write thousands of words per turn.
- literate and while not a grammar nazi still pay attention to the details.
- able and like to DM if needed and also like if someone DMing for you.
- almost or completely limitless who either likes or gladly tries new kinks and fetishes.
- social and communicative and willing to establish a penpal relationship with your writing partner.
- already did some lengthy RPs and/or have stories you can share.

If you are still with me some more details follows.

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I am looking for some asphyxiation themed scenes. Here are examples.

Anyone remember this story? The kid was some kind of pop idol sensation, had this complicated thing with their manager where they'd blow them to try to feel like someone cared about them, was probably never allowed to masturbate, then as their popularity waned, the manager sold the kid to their biggest fan, who lived in some mansion really far out. The dude was a total neckbeard who raped and killed the kid, then possibly ate them at the end? Not sure.
Regardless, PLEASE, if you all have any info, I'm trying to find it. Thanks.

Anything with freezing/frozen solid ladies, shattering frozen ladies etc.