I'm sorry for delaying so much with Death Arts Competition, but a free artist basically do what they want hahaha. This one at least does not have a hard story line. Chapter 2 is already done, i'll release it in a few days, one week at most.
DeviantArt: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/CuteAndHurting/21296/Sanae-and-Life-Statues/54744/Chapter-1/Valentines-Day-Cookies-and-Tea
HentaiFoundry: http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/CuteAndHurting/21296/Sanae-and-Life-Statues/54744/Chapter-1/Valentines-Day-Cookies-and-Tea

Stories about experiences of Sanae and her friend and mentor Daichi: hunting girls, violating them, turning them to stone, to life statues. Chapters are not time-linear.
...a life statue’s posture and experience is supposed to represent an eternal state, one lyric, or one word, or one verse with a meaning.

Sanae and the Life Statues

Chapter 1 - Valentine’s Day Cookies and Tea

It was evening before Valentine's Day. The plain cute long-haired 9th grader Yuki had anxiously been preparing the kitchen. Bowls, mixers, Flour, sugar... Pepper? Anything that might be used to make the Valentine's Day Cookies for a boy you like. There was only one thing she didn't have were cookie cutters, but Sanae promised to bring them. ‘What if she forgets them?’ was the thought that made Sanae depressed, but didn't make her stop. ‘I must prepare everything’ she thought as she repeatedly kept on checking and moving the cookie equipment, ingredients and just cleaning the kitchen. In other words, making the environment as suitable for cooking as it could be.


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This one's a work in progress but I thought I'd Post Part 1 since it's fairly self contained.

Ruki at the Snuff Club

(Digimon, peril, exhib, posing, public, gun, eventual snuff)

	

"And where we have the main hall Miss Rumiko, as mentioned in our contract, what you are to see and hear today is the strictest of privacy, and highly illegal, so any info leaked would heavily incriminate you as well. We'l set you up as we go, but if you'd just sign this paper work" Ruki looked on fascinated at the club surrounding her as their guide talked. It was incredible, at first glance the club looked like a regular old style gentlemen's smoking club, wooden walls, heads mounted on teh walls, and men smoking in plush chairs. But after a second Ruki noticed the rest of the picture, the heads on the wall weren't form animals, they were from women, and aside from men conversing and smoking there were naked women all around, some in elaborate contraptions that Ruki couldn't exactly figure out the purpose of.

	

"Wait, you said Illegal? And those heads on the wall there..." Ruki trailed off.

	

The guide looked up surprised, "You mean your mother didn't tell you? This is a snuff club, it's a place for men, and a few women, to enjoy killing other women." He paused. "You're here as your mother's 'Master' today, since she wasn't allowed to use the premises without one and for some reason she didn't agree to be under the general care of the club."

	

Ruki's mouth gaped open. "Wait, you mean this is really a palce where they kill people?" slowly Ruki looked around realizing the purpose of some of the devices, at least one or two, she could see a woman strapped against the wall her breasts painted like a dart board, and another woman with her breasts hovering over what Ruki now realized was a portable grill. There was even a guillotine, though it wasn't currently being used. and those were only the devices Ruki could Identify.


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It's long overdue, but my newest story is finally finished. Real life has gotten in the way lately, I've moved to a new place and not had much time left to write. I'm still writing, so more stories are on the way but I won't make any promises about when they'll be finished. But at least you can enjoy this one!

(I didn't put tags in the subject line because I think it will spoil the story, but I think the average GuroChan reader will know what they're getting into.)

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The last day of my life had come. At the age of thirteen I was standing on a stage in the middle of town with the guillotine in front of me and my hands tied behind my back. The new government was tyrannical and purely evil, and my father had been one of its most outspoken critics for quite a while. That was until a month before that day, when armed police stormed our house in the middle of the night and took the whole family away. We were separated and I hadn’t seen any of them since. I assumed they were all dead, as I would soon be. After a short ‘trial’ I’d been sentenced to death, but they didn’t know I still had one trick up my sleeve.

Apart from me there were two people on the stage, the judge who had sentenced me and the executioner who would carry out the sentence. The judge spoke for what seemed like an eternity, rambling on about opposing the state and ruining the country. The people in the crowd that had gathered around the stage seemed pretty bored, after all they had come to watch an execution, not a speech. The executioner stood beside me, watching my every move as if he thought I was going to escape. He was tall and muscular, and I was terrified of him. Whatever I did, I didn’t want to be in harms way of that man. The judge was less terrifying, but he was really old and had a cynical, evil look in his eyes that could send chills down anyone’s spine. Just as the people in the audience looked like they might fall asleep any second the judge finished his speech and turned around to look at me.

“So, young woman, do you have any last words?” He said.

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Honor Among Thieves

Part One – A Thief’s End

(Non Con, Stabbing Gutting)

Hidden in the back of an alley behind a stack of crate sat Petra, her thin frame pressed against the wall, chest heaving as she panted for air. Her body was cloaked in sweat, a testament of the eight miles she had just ran though the city, taking every detour, secret passage or dark alley, she knew just to be safe. Then again considering who she had just crossed she felt even that might not be enough.
Reaching down the front of her shirt she caught hold of a string that was looped around her neck. Pulling it out she gazed at the small golden object hanging, light glinting off of it which each turn it made.

The thief lords signet ring… To be honest it didn’t really look that impressive…

you would think someone called the thief lord would be able to afford more than just a simple gold ring.


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This thread exists so that I link drawings to my stories in /lit. You can find the stories which go with these images here:
www.gurochan.cx/lit/res/13649.html

I have an archive of it, but only the first few posts, though I remember there were more. Does anybody have a complete archive or anywhere I can find this story?

Anthro-dom on human-sub rape. Preferably straight but anything goes.

Anyone know what manga this is from?

where is Battlefan artwork ? it was in year 2008 on gurochan, but where is it now ?

Battlefan Mom Anna vs evil Blonde... .

Hoping that this is the right place to post this, legit cannot think of anywhere else.

INTRODUCTION
Farming humans is an art and a science. Converting an independent human into a baby-making machine is a long and drawn out process. This is a summary of how it works, from start to finish. Today, we follow Zoe, a 19 year old who has been acquired for processing.

THE UNIT
Women converted into breeding machines are referred to as units. Zoe, once in the custody of the farm, is referred to as Unit 29. 29 is Chinese in ethnicity, only about four foot ten inches and one hundred ten pounds. Her breasts are roughly 250cc and her buttocks are medium to large size. She has an average amount of body fat mostly concentrated in the thighs, abdomen, and buttocks.

RECEPTION
Once 29 arrives, she is immediately stripped to her underwear. She is escorted to the operating theater to prepare her body for permanent breeding. After being restrained with leather belts, several key procedures are made. First, both her breasts are injected with Ipolactide, a drug manufactured by the farm to keep lactation constant for the next forty-odd years. An early side effect will be increased sexual and physical stimulation. Immediately, her pupils dilate and she begins to breathe heavily. It will only last thirty or forty minutes. Then, her chest and torso are opened up. She is awake, but the Ipolactide combined with other local anesthetics make her virtually oblivious to the surgery. First, her fallopian tubes are reinforced with a very thin nanocarbon lining to keep them from damage in the breeding process. Then, her liver is removed. This is primary to make room for an electronic hormonal regulator, but also to make 29 dependent on the farm. Without a liver, she will not survive on her own for twenty four hours. Once these processes are complete, she is given a brief shower and led to where she will spend the rest of her fertile life.

SEATING
29 will be stored and operated in breeding pad 29. This is a small, closet sized inlet with a plastic chair in the center and electronic equipment mounted on all the walls. These machines all have an assortment of wires, tubes, pads, and plugs hanging out of them. A heart rate monitor, a medication administrator, an ultrasound, a dialysis machine, a nutrition regulator, and more. They will be 29’s life source. The seat is capable of mechanically swiveling into a bed during birth and is hinged at 29’s hips. Mounted near the center are two small phallic shaped devices to be inserted into 29’s anus and vagina to limit hip movement, impregnate her and support her as she sits. 29 is told to remove her underwear, and as she strips she touches clothing for the last time. She slowly sits down onto the phalluses, wincing as they penetrate deep into her. It is uncomfortable. She is strapped by the ankles and wrists onto the chair, and a third strap is placed over her waist. She is ready for the next few hours in which she would become part of the chair and part of the farm.

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Is there anyone that can translate the two page of this novel? T.T

Source plz

draw masky from marble hornets on the toilet straining somebody please lol

Solely for Her Comfort

or

He's a Shoe-in

A girl decides that her new shoes need to be lined with something special: her boyfriend's cock!

F/m, Soft Amputation, Penectomy, Castration, CBT, Objectification, Foot Fetish, Consensual, Reluctant

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 "Oh, my feet are soo sore." Tiffany complained, to no one in particular, as she slipped her new shoes off.

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Lately, I've been delving into the causes for my fetishes and self-discipline hardships. I stumbled upon a book ( https://www.amazon.com/Running-Empty-Overcome-Childhood-Emotional/dp/161448242X ) and so far the explanations offered really match with how I feel / felt.

To confirm this link, I'll ask you, fellow gurochanners:

Have you been neglected (physically or emotionally) by your parents?

Princess daisy ?

Anyone has that pic of Lum getting beheaded ? she was on her knees iirc

Found this video on tumblr and I've been obsessed with it ever since. It's 1:36 long and heres a screenshot. I don't know if this is the entire video (seeing as there appears to be two girls who had been killed before hand) and would love to get my hands on the rest or anymore from the same artist because their work is fucking superb.

Just sexy snakes galore!

Is thr new multiplayer something that allows you to hold any combo of 6 pokemon? 6 Mews? I want an army of pokemon.

I have high hope for the franchise. Maybe I'll one day have 6 mythical dual types with no type overlap.

Drugs!