The marketplace bustled with an impossible amount of movement. An orange hue drenched each separate slab of concrete laid out throughout the busy courtyard. Booths riddled either side of the street, cotton tops ruffling in the wind. The heavy aroma of heavenly foods wafted through the narrow passageways, and every two feet forwards brought a new scent. The cloaked man shoved through hoards of ambling villagers, admiring the various trinkets and foods slowly. But the man had a mission. People grumbled as he pushed through, but quickly returned to their business, paying no mind to the awfully suspicious figure floating through the packed market.

He began to reach the end of the market and the strong aromas died down, dissipating to more a sweaty stench. The crowd grew thinner, but despite this, the air felt hotter. In front of him, beyond a few homeless stragglers that awaited meat scraps given by sympathetic villagers, was a large fountain, where the market slowly drifted to a halt. There, set up just in front of the fountain, was the booth the man had looked for. It was one of the larger booths, and a rug of some animal’s skin laid out in front of a man reclining peacefully in a wicker chair. He smoked a large pipe that caused smoke to billow beautifully from the man’s chapped, tired lips. To the left of the booth was a massive, open top wagon that blocked one half of the circular intersection. A big cloth draping was hastily thrown overtop the wagon that darkened the interior of the mysterious structure. The cloaked man approached quickly.

“You selling?” He said, flipping his hood down.

“Sure am.” The vendor replied. He had a great timbre to his voice, and it rumbled through his heavy dialect.

“Let me see your specials for the day.”

“Specials?”

“Best sellers.” The vendor snapped his fingers in acknowledgment then stood up. He walked to the back of the tarp-covered wagon and pushed the two flaps that served as a makeshift door. He barked unintelligible orders and threw some slaps and hits, and as he exited the cart, so too did three young, naked girls, bound together with rusty, metal shackles. They were all dirty, sweaty, and clearly uncomfortable. They shambled to the rug where they promptly stopped. The vendor grabbed a flog that lay on a stand nearby and brought all three of the girls to their knees with a single swipe. The man, despite being poor with observations, noted tear marks staining their dirt-tanned cheeks.

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The Last Ride of the Dragonbride

(consensual snuff, sizeplay, bestiality, hard vore, impalement, fucked to death, love)

	

Stars faded from the sky as birds began to fill the forests with their musical, raucous calls. Trees lay thick upon the hills of Haedell, the wild never tamed so far east, where humans had yet to spread. The noise was enough to reach Swyena half a mile up, listening from upon her mount as Dumin beat his massive black wings against the air. She smiled as the birds began to go silent, intimidated by his dark silhouette against the blush of dawn.

	

She had slept in her saddle the night before, exhausted after leaving the earth of the battlegrounds soaked in blood. The king of Haedell had called for the Dragonbrides, begging the aid of their mounts against the unsurmountable hordes of rebels that had backed him into a corner, lead by his own former general. The man was as skilled in tactics and strategy as his former liege was lacking in them, and his advantage had been great. It had taken all day to lay waste to the rebel legions, thousands of former farmers given arms and training that was sufficient to lead them to victory in battle after battle against the professional soldiers of the Royal Army. They had not had a chance against Dragon Riders, but they had fought bravely until the bitter end regardless.

	

Such struggles always left Swyena tired, not least from how her heart had beat rapidly in terrified exhilaration during every moment of combat, despite how safe she had been from swords and lances, high upon Dumin's back. The dragon was the only real fighter of the pair, unlike some brides who prided themselves on being as dangerous on the ground as their mounts were in the air. Having to associate with her fellowship had also been tiring - there had been endless questions in every spare moment about where she had been before the call, why she had not been seen practically once since her apprenticeship had ended. Hearing them drill her on every detail, one would have thought they were a group of fretting aunts in some village, as opposed to a circle of equals flying miles above a battle. Able to slip away when it was clear the battle was concluding, Swyena had directed Dumin to fly low, then slumped against his warm, sleek neck, and the sound of his wings and heart both beating had quickly lulled her to sleep

	

Where they were now in relation to where she had been, she did not know. She had the training and equipment to find out, and even better, there was a talisman in her saddle bags that would simply tell her what distance and angle she was from Sunspawn, the home of the Dragonbrides and the largest dragon nest in the world. She did not bother with either. Alone with Dumin was how she liked to be.


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A cute Fish and the sea Restaurant.


Close to the coast of Sydney, a lovely voice is heard. A small black shadow glides through the sea. To whom does this lovely voice belong?
Leila is a brave mermaid veal. With her golden hair and her silvery tail fin, she belongs to a particularly rare breed of mermaids. She has a smooth skin and small but well-shaped breasts. An innocent girl like her is a popular prey in the ocean. As such a Valuable Girl, she normally is strictly guarded…
But today she seems to be traveling alone!
"Daddy is so mean! As if I could not take care of myself!" She complains. "The ocean is dangerous, but he can’t lock me up at home forever!"
A small fish nudges her.
“I Know! I should speak with my Father…” She says annoyed. "But first I would like to see the sea diamonds!"
Frantically, the fish swims back and forth.
“You already sound like my father! ^Leila the diamonds are dangerous! ^”
Leila ignores every warning and approaches the coast. It doesn’t take long before she finds the diamonds! These are precious stones in rainbow colors. A big pile lies right in front of her. It is strange that no one has taken them yet...
the fish tries to hold her back.

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Hi everybody. I posted this story once on Smashwords before they passed their strict "no necro" rule. There is also a sequel that I might try posting later. Enjoy!


Slut-er House

I

She heard his heavy footsteps drawing closer and her pussy grew moist in anticipation.

Let him do it to me now, Amy thought. There was nothing she craved more than to feel her captor's cock thrust deep inside of her, to feel her womb overflow and possibly even burst with his seed, before he finally sent her to Hell once and for all. What was Hell like? She hoped that it would be like what she had spent the past few hours enduring, an endless orgy of torture and violation. They said that Hell lasted for eternity. If it was anything like her current fantasy, she definitely prayed that it would. Would she see the others in Hell? After all, they had all gone first and were probably waiting for her to arrive. Amy decided that she probably wouldn't, for Hell was supposed to be a punishment, not a holiday. Still, she couldn't help thinking about what it would be like to have a threesome with Satan and someone like Cici or Steffy. Maybe the Devil would allow an exception to the rules, simply for his own pleasure at least. Amy looked forward to it eagerly. She rubbed her pussy in ecstasy while anxiously awaiting the moment that her throat would be slashed, her carcass gutted and her eternally damned soul fucked and abused by the Prince of Darkness.

Finally, the electronic gate of her cage rose, opening the way down her last mile. Amy crawled through the narrow corridor like a hog in heat. Mobility was still difficult after what she had been through and, every so often, her captor would hasten her journey by shocking her ass with a cattle prod. The sharp tingle of electricity excited her sexually. She hoped that her tormentor would give her one last fuck for the road. She reached the end of the corridor to find a large, white room with bloodstained hooks hanging from the ceiling.


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many years ago in another gurochan there was this image series of an alien girl who had a whole cunt in the base of her skull... it was hawt.

Demons lol

Looking for a manga or doujin where at least one female character ends up hung to death before/during/or after sex. Would prefer if it had an English translation but if it not it's still ok.

May be anyone have picture wis hanged children?

Yadda, yadda, yadda, over 18, hence lack of Dipper etc, yadda yadda yadda, don't write often, don't ask, don't do it on a commission or trade basis, yadda yadda yadda, Seinfeld, yadda enjoy and those that want my art thread that don't know with similar situation https://www.gurochan.cx/art/res/8.html


Beer Battered, Roasted Wendy.

	

Wendy took another long sip of her beer as she leaned back with her elbows on the bar, all the while enjoying all the stares she was getting. Buck naked, leaning back so that her large, head sized breasts stuck out to either side of her freckled frame, she had her legs spread juuuust wide enough that everyone in the room had but just to look in her direction to see her pussy.

	

She was the star attraction for the entire bar.

	

	

Of course that wasn't all that was going on, she mused, as she idly played with the meat grade tag dangling from her nipple, a little triangular piece of plastic with a grade “A” logo on it. She was the evening roast, literally the roast. Like a turkey. The Bartender had a sense of humor, and with it being St. Patrick's day, a redheaded Irish girl like herself, tipsy and almost drunk off her feet, seemed the most “seasonal appropriate meal” for the bar's annual St Patties day party. She'd been enjoying the honey infused beer all night, specially made at the bar, and given an unlimited tab on them as she hung out naked after work. Course, this was all given to her just to give her that “alcohol infused flavor” when she finally went over the fire.


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Just like the title says, I'd like to see guro artwork featuring this anime chick. I don't care how she's brutalized, I just want to see it.

Right. This is a sort of "What If?" to my Other Amy Pond Snuff-o-Gram story. Here's hoping you all enjoy it.


Amy Pond: Sexy Schoolgirl Snuff-o-Gram
Tags: Doctor Who, Amy Pond, Clara Oswald, Prostitution, Willing, Dominant and Submissive, scalpel, F/F, Schoolgirl roleplay, Trophies, Fisting, Dissection, Sex Ed, Nipple-ectomy, possible snuff.

“Ah! Ms. Oswald, just the teacher I was looking for." The Headmaster of Coal Hill School called out as Clara made her way to her last class of the day. "Although, your proposal was... unorthodox, since you already paid for the expensive materials, and since it has the potential to be very educational, I have decided to approve it." The headmaster paused, "Room 3A has been set up for your use. Your class will be watching the demonstration via the cameras you requested."

Clara blinked. She didn't remember writing a proposal. Still, she was used to strange things happening by now, and was certainly curious about what was happening. So with a quick about face, Clara turned away from the classroom containing the seniors she had intended to teach basic anatomy and sexual education to, and headed for room 3A instead.

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Amy Pond waited alone in the room the students who hired her had directed her to. Her heart was racing. She knew what she was getting into when she'd signed up for the "special service" section of the Kiss-o-Gram company's catalog, but she'd expected something more... private when the most expensive service she'd offered was finally purchased. The room she was in now may have felt abandoned, but the cameras all around her were a silent reminder that what was about to happen wasn't just being watched, but recorded to watch again in the future.

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Ever since I was born, I've had a rather extreme phobia of blood. It terrifies me on a level that is incomprehensible. The mere thought of it leaves me feeling dizzy and there have been many occasions where I almost fainted in public because of this phobia. It can be quite problematic because I'm also very interested in serial killers so sometimes I'll be listening intently to a podcast one moment, then teetering on the edge of consciousness seconds later.

As a teenager, I frequently had intrusive thoughts where I would temporarily become convinced that every object dangerous and I had to retract me wrists inside my sleeves to avoid cutting them on my desk or pencil or laptop. My mind was filled with images of bleeding uncontrollably and I felt as though I might lose control at any moment and tear open my wrists with my bare hands or teeth. At this point, I would begin hyperventilating until I nearly fainted, then slowly return to normal. Nowadays, when confronted with intrusive thoughts, I usually begin laughing as a coping mechanism.

I come here partly for the morbid discussion and partly to desensitize myself to the subject matter that has caused me so much distress.

When I was still Karl Luck, I began a series of short stories about a woman, Melissa Coss, who comes home to find her wife cheating on her with a high school girl. In her rage, she kills both. Over the course of the following months, she starts to feel the urge to kill again.

I am happy to announce that the Melissa Coss Series has been rebooted, and I will keep you updated.

Most Likely Tags: Snuff, Teen, Pedo, Lesbian Sex, and Piss.

https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/Series/melissacoss1.html - Chapter 1

http://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ204485.html
Could someone please upload this game? It was released last year but it hasn't been uploaded anywhere. I've asked different sites but no one replied with an upload. Could someone please be an hero for all of us?

Anyone has the source of that?

How would you like to slaughter her, prepare her body for cooking and eat this delicious meat? What is your favorite body part (based on the photos) would you like to consume? The darker and detailed the better :)

Anyone have a collection of the Dolcett girls art stories or Beavers Angel Corps? I can't seem to find a lot of the Dolcett stories and all of Beavers Angels Corps were removed from his website long before I even knew about them.

The Vacuum Incident

A cautionary tale

	

Jill walked along the hallway, vacuuming the floor.

	

She moved slowly, making sure to push the head of the vacuum into every corner and over every crevice, being fastidious in her efforts to ensure the cleanliness of the carpet. The vacuum was a suck type device, with a long metal tube, that served as both handle and head, attached to the main unit, which was worn like a back-pack, by a sturdy and flexible rubber hose.

	

Jill was quite in love with her vacuum, which she had received as a birthday present from her mother earlier that year. The young girl couldn't abide dirtiness of any sort, so the present, which most girls would have been less than thrilled with, had been absolutely perfect.

	

Jill hummed happily as she finished with the floor of the hallway, gratified that not a speck of dirt remained behind where she and her vacuum had passed. She opened the door to the living room, eager to render it dirt free as well, and stopped in her tracks, frowning in consternation, at the sight that greeted her within.

	

Jill's brother, quite nude, sat with his naked butt on the carpet before the couch. He leaned back against it, with his legs spread wide and his hips thrust out, masturbating furiously.

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My favorite hobby is to fantasize (reading is a close second). It is a pleasure to create entire worlds in the span of seconds, when most art requires an exceptional amount of skill and time to create something that pales in comparison. Once I lied in bed for five hours, playing through a scenario in my mind about torturing girls in a labyrinthine bunker, until the bloodlust almost took me and I nearly strangled my cat to death. The cat was unscathed and untouched, don't worry. Sometimes I think about being on the receiving end of agony as well, and oftentimes when I sleep I'll dream about being eaten alive or bedding corpses. Of course, I can't experience any of these lovely events in reality, and being mortal doesn't help one bit. I have attempted several thought experiments that seek to transform the between-state of half-sleep into a timeless void where I can live in a realm of eternal debauchery (or I'd just construct more bizarre worlds), but all I end up with are extremely vivid, but fragile dreams. Maybe I just need to practice more?

Anyways, I've often wondered about the joys of solitary confinement. I'm referring to true solitude, or simply an indefinite state of isolation in a prison. Can you just ask nicely to receive a lifetime prison sentence in solitary confinement? That would be ideal, but unrealistic. I think that the gap between reality and fantasy would blur in that type of setting. With no social or business life to bog you down, you'd be free to daydream as much as you like, and the absolute boredom would stretch your perception of time out substantially, I'd assume.

Just being able to have limitless free-time while mooching off of peoples' tax money would be nice enough, but by being unable to leave or work on any other task than thought, there would be no better opportunity in the world to become a pseudo-god and form a strong tether to your ethereal world. Maybe, because of the lack of external stimuli in your environment, your skill at creating phantom sensations would be enhanced as well. This would be especially useful because I really want to feel intense pain, but am unable to without committing grievous harm to my body. It's a real shame, and I'll savor any accidental injuries that I'll experience. Of course, I'd never hurt anyone in reality to achieve my ridiculous goals. People are not toys.

Is there a better way to create the fabled "infinite dream"? I would be very pleased to know. As much as I'd like to li

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You must murder a sleeping or unconscious girl without waking her up. How would you do it? How would you turn her peaceful slumber into a permanent one.

Post a picture of a sleeping/unconscious victim yourself too

For my picture, this unconscious girl is already being raped by stupid kids so you have to get rid of them first. How would you do it?