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(MM, werewolf, rape mention, consensual, hard vore, neck snap)

Rowan rode his moped down the smooth dirt rode on what was thankfully his last delivery for the day. The sun had already set leaving only his headlight to illuminate the path ahead. Most other drivers would be off the clock by now. Safe in the walls of their homes. But fortunately and unfortunately for Rowan he was the only delivery driver who dared to come to this area. Houses and people were scarce, while the forest and all the dangers it hid was abundant. There were many tales of monsters that hid in the night, ready to feast on human flesh. Everyone of them was true.

While the government and its militia were doing all they could to hunt down these monsters the attacks persisted. Mangled remains, both man and woman, chewed on by something far larger than any wolf in the area were found almost every week. Not only that but it was clear from further analysis of the bodies that they had been raped before being killed and devoured. What’s more it was clear from the pattern that whatever was doing this was getting bolder. Coming closer and closer to the bustling city that believed it was safe from the things that hid in the night.

Rowan could find himself in the jaws of this creature every day. Yet he continued making these deliveries in spite of the danger. His coworkers thought he was either the bravest man in the world or the craziest. They were right. He was crazy. Because deep down Rowan's greatest fantasy was being impaled on a werewolf cock before being devoured piece by piece. That is what kept him going. Through the long shifts with shitty pay. Through the annoying coworkers and arguably worse customers. The hope that he too could fall victim to the creature in these woods filled him with excitement.

He pushed those fantasies down as he finally approached the cabin. He couldn’t go getting too excited, not in front of the customers at least. He shook the remaining thoughts of teeth and claws away as he dismounted his moped and walked up the steps of the porch, box in hand. He hadn’t even rung the doorbell when in the blink of an eye the door opened and he was yanked inside by a large furry hand. His brain was still struggling to catch up when he felt himself slammed against the door. Vaguely he heard the sound of the lock clicking but he was too focused on getting his breath back.

There was a man now towering over him. No, not a man. A beast. It was hunched over but had to be ten feet tall at least. Covered in coarse, dark fur. Rowan could feel its nose on his neck as it hungrily took in his scent. It seemed to grin and Rowan caught sight of its teeth. Large, sharp things that seemed like they could crush bone. The smell of blood was heavy on the monster's breath. Rowan moved his face away from the stench as much as he could, but he didn’t have much freedom of movement anymore. His feet were dangling off of the floor while the werewolf held him by his shoulders. Its claws dug harshly into his chest and he was certain it already broke skin.

Rowan found his eyes drawn along the muscular body of his captor before landing on its monstrous cock. Already dripping with its seed. His heartbeat quickened but not from fear. “Are you going to kill me?” As soon as the question left his mouth Rowan realized how dumb it was. Of course he already knew the answer. Even the werewolf looked bemused. Perhaps expecting screaming, or fainting, or maybe even for Rowan to beg for his life. After a long silence the werewolf finally spoke, “...Yes”, it grinned again, showing off its terrifying teeth, “I’m going to tear you limb from limb and devour you whole. But first..” the werewolf leaned forward again, “I am going to have my way with you. Destroy you body and mind until you’re begging for death”

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No.28813 [Report]
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That was fun! Love the werewolf's final thoughts! Who knows? Perhaps he should look up the online fetish community? Might be shocked by how much acceptance he finds there :D
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Final Girl - Season 2
by John Doe

Before reading this story, it's highly recommended that you read Season 1 for more context and to avoid spoilers.

Season 1 here: https://boards.guro.cx/lit/res/28312.html#28312

Prologue.

I stand on the bow of my luxury yacht as it starts docking at the marina of Jeff’s private island. The air is warm and heavy, a humid blanket after the clean breeze of the open ocean. Lush greenery and towering coconut trees swallow most of the island’s landscape, leaving only the faint outline of Jeff’s massive mansion visible in the distance.

My year‑long vacation is over – twelve months of exotic locations, overpriced pleasures, and constant surveillance. I almost never saw the people watching me, but I always felt them there. It’s hard to relax when the world itself becomes your prison. Ironically, this island is the only place where my every step isn’t monitored. Jeff considers it his fortress, and as long as I’m here, he knows I’m no threat to him.


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Day 3

The following morning, I find myself back in the corridor leading to the dungeon. I hesitate outside the door and take a slow breath, knowing what awaits inside. For a moment, I wish – pointlessly – for a way out that isn’t there.

The girls flinch as the heavy door slides open. Aria's hand clenches at her side, while Harper presses herself deeper into the corner. The others watch warily as I step inside, my boots shuffling against the soft surface of the floor.

"Welcome back to another beautiful morning in Hell," I say, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.

Aria's eyes narrow at the attempt at humor, while Mia flinches slightly, fingers tightening around the sleeping mat at her side. I immediately regret the words, wishing I could take them back.

Aria steps forward, her movements measured and controlled despite the strain in her jaw.

"No more waiting. Let's just get it over with."

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Day 3 (continued)

Harper suddenly whirls around, her face streaked with tears and snot.

"You promised," she accuses, her voice raw and ragged. "You said you'd take away the pain. That was worse than... than anything else in this fucking place."

The other girls have turned away from the tank, unable to look at what’s left of Isla drifting in the bloody water. The piranhas have finished their work, their forms reduced to red shapes darting in the dark liquid.

The tears I refuse to shed pool in my chest like molten lead, pressing against my ribs with every breath. Harper's accusation hangs in the air, but I can't look away from Isla's remains – her head floating limply, hair splayed out like blood-tinted weeds in the churning water.

"John, please," Harper whispers, her voice cracking. "Just... say something. Anything."

"This was not supposed to happen."

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Day 4

I wake up gasping, the sheets twisted around me like restraints and damp with sweat. The clock shows 04:17.

I sit up, rubbing my face. My hand drifts toward the half-full whiskey bottle on the nightstand, but I pull back before touching it. Instead, I force myself to the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and watch a stranger stare back from the mirror – hollow eyes, raw edges, a man fraying from the inside.

I shut off the bathroom light and step into the narrow hallway. The silence is absolute, the kind that makes my pulse sound too loud in my ears. The air is cold, recycled, metallic – the engineered stillness of the complex pressing in from all sides.

By the time I reach the observation room, the monitors are already humming in the dark, cameras showing live feed from the dungeon. The girls are still asleep. Their slow breathing fills the audio feed like a tide. Thermal imaging paints them in soft blues. Only Aria flares with restless warmth.

Harper sleeps curled tightly against the far wall, her hair hiding most of her face. Even unconscious, her posture is coiled defensiveness. Lian is draped across two bunks with a kind of quiet discipline, her body arranged as though she’s pretending to sleep somewhere normal. Mia twitches through shallow breaths, small sounds escaping her now and then. Aria keeps shifting, folding in on herself, gripping her own arms like she’s cold. And Juliette… Juliette barely moves at all. She lies rigid, as if still trying to inhabit some dream where none of this is real.

By 06:00 they begin to surface from sleep. Lian stretches first, long and deliberate. Aria rubs at her eyes, irritated even before she’s fully conscious. Mia rolls onto her back, arms stretching above her like a child trying to greet sunlight that isn’t there. Harper stays curled up but her breathing quickens, betraying wakefulness. Juliette rises last, slow and stiff, her hair falling forward as she hugs her own arms.

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Day 4 (continued)

The door hisses shut behind us as we enter the machine room, sealing off the muffled sounds of the others. The fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting cold blue light across the sterile floor. Up close, the machines seem even more monstrous.

Mia walks beside us without prompting. Her steps are small, careful. Her breathing is steady, but her fingers tremble where they’re clasped together in front of her stomach. Aria stays close but not touching – close enough to be a presence, not enough to be a comfort. Her arms hang loose at her sides, but her posture is rigid, spine held unnaturally straight.

I direct Mia toward a metal deck near the roaster. She hesitates only for a heartbeat before lowering herself onto it. The steel is cold against her bare skin. She doesn’t gasp, but her breath catches in the back of her throat.

I fasten the wrist restraints first. The metal rings snap shut with dull, mechanical finality. Her hands twitch involuntarily. Mia presses the back of her head against the deck and fixes her eyes on the ceiling as I move to her ankles. By the time the last restraint locks in place, her limbs are stretched open, held by cold iron.

Aria stands three steps away, arms now crossed tightly over her chest. She watches everything with a blank expression that almost looks like calm until I notice how her fingers dig into her own arms. Her eyes track each restraint I lock, but she doesn’t speak, doesn’t move.

I push the button and the massive oven beside Mia rumbles awake. A deep mechanical hum rolls through the room as heating elements start to glow behind insulated panels. The oven vents release a faint metallic smell as the elements begin to heat. The temperature gauge climbs slowly, each tick another nail in this coffin of stainless steel.

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Day 5

When the alarm sounds at 5 AM, it feels like I’ve just closed my eyes. My mouth tastes like ash and whiskey. I roll off the bed and stumble to the bathroom, flicking on the cold water faucet. The spray stings, but does little to wake me. I brace my hands against the counter and study my reflection.

The dark circles under my eyes are deeper than yesterday. My face looks thinner, the lines around my mouth sharper. The hollow look behind my eyes isn’t new, but it sits heavier this morning.

The shower runs hot enough to scald, and I stay under it until my skin burns. Water mixes with the whiskey fumes on my breath as I rinse my mouth repeatedly. When I step out, the towel scratches against my oversensitive skin. I dress mechanically in my host uniform – black shirt, fitted trousers, polished shoes.

The monitor on the wall shows 7 AM. The girls are already up.

Their quiet conversation stops the moment I step inside the dungeon. Aria keeps her gaze fixed on me. Juliette folds her arms, as if anchoring herself. Harper swallows and lowers her eyes. Lian stands very straight, the smallest tremor in her hands betraying her nerves.
They’ve learned what mornings bring here, and they’re already bracing for it. The air feels heavy, settled, like everyone is waiting for something that cannot be avoided.


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For any vomit hentai. The title is pretty self explanatory.
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I decided to post this here too, if some people aren't on Eka's. Casual hard vore with dogs as preds is what the story is basically. And bad unchecked English. Sorry for that :P

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"Mom, how far do we have to walk?" Emily complained. She didn't really get why mom liked these walks so much. It was just forests, suburbs and sometimes a field mixed in. Nothing… interesting. Why her mom had to pull her with her every time she went for her Saturday walk? "Can we go home already?" Emily asked her mom.

"Just a little while and the path starts to curve back honey. Don't be so impatient." the mother said and smiled to her daughter. Emily had inherited her blonde hair, which was tied up in ponytail for the girl. She had a kind face, which made even the pout look adorable. "Anyways it is good for you to have little break off of your phone. Everything does not happen on your phone young lady!" the mother lectured as she took a deep breath, enjoying the cool autumn air.

Yeah, but everything interesting does, Emily thought to herself, crossing her arms in protest. She would much rather chat with her friends or maybe look for some makeup tips from youtube than go on for this stupid walk. It would be much more useful anyways. She had kinda grown a crush on Thomas on her class and she really wanted to get his attention.

"Hey!" her mother shouted and waved. Emily looked forward from her pout and saw an another woman walking towards them. It took few moments to recognize her, but her mother's coworker had her distinct face that had stuck with Emily. It was grandmotherly, warm and kind, even though the lady wasn't much over 50 in age. She was kind of pleasant lady, but Emily hadn't thought much about her. She had visited their place only twice or thrice after all.

The more interesting aspect about the lady was her fellow: a golden retriever walking next to her in leash. "Hello Margaret! How is it going?" the mother greeted the woman as they finally get close enough.

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No.26741 [Report]
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I wish they did a version were all 3 of the racks were filled
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No.26830 [Report]
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I seem to now have a new kink :p
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This is normally not my cup of tea, but surprisingly I enjoyed this story very much.

The casual nature and wholesomeness of her mutilation and death are written really beautifully. Great work!
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No.28787 [Report]
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Bumping one of my all-time favourites to make it easier to find and hopefully get it some more attention :D
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No.28800 [Report]
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Is there a KI Model to create a picture of the rack - chatgpt or Gemini don't like the explanation ;-)
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Tags: Loli/torture/exhibitionism/exection/snuff/cannibalism


Krampusnacht
By
Edward Hyde



“Excited?” Zahra’s mum asked her with a grin as the bells and roars drew closer, along with the playful screams of those in the crowd further up the parade route.

“Definitely!” the sweet nine year old grinned. “You are going to record it all, aren’t you?”


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Thank you! And I'm glad I got it finished in time for Krampusnacht itself 😁
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What is this, a story of a digestible size with a variety of fun deaths rather than dozen of chapters of talking about a yet another cooking upcoming? Hell yeah, give me two!
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>>28796
I think there was a compliment in there somewhere! 🤣 Glad you liked it 😁
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Ugh, sorry, what have I become, can't even say I enjoyed a story without phrasing it like critique...
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It's okay! It's just your way and we love you for it! *Ruffles your hair and kisses the top of your head*
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No.19033 [Report] AS
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Is there a thread of Kurohime's works? They barely update their Pixiv that changed their name probably to be harder to track down from their clean account princess hinghoi
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Trained on Illustrious.
Download:
https://mega.nz/folder/GEJT1Djb#OcQVN_4dTL0TPWNBfWX1kA
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earfuck, ear penetration, penis in ear
Also:
cum in ear, cum on penis
blood in ear, blood on penis, guro
double ear, double ear penetration
I also tried to make the lora to generate grey matter spilling from the ears, but I couldn't find enough sample pics for that.
Regardless, enjoy.
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Very good lora! Good flexibility, and little artifact/over-fitting.
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Chibi style
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The warm glow of the studio lights reflected the vibrant energy of the morning TV show. The host, a charismatic woman with a friendly smile, leaned forward as she welcomed her guest. Across from her sat Laura Summers, a photographer known for her evocative and daring works.

"Good morning, Laura," the host began, her enthusiasm evident. "Your latest photo exhibition has taken the city by storm. People are queuing up to see it! Tell us, what inspired you to tackle such a raw and powerful theme—the exploitation and violence young people face in the world?"

Laura’s expression softened, but her voice carried conviction. "It’s a subject that’s close to my heart. For too long, these issues have been ignored or downplayed. I wanted to confront people with the reality, no matter how uncomfortable it might be. My photos are meant to provoke thought and, hopefully, spark action."

The host nodded thoughtfully. "And provoke thought they certainly do. Reactions have been intense—some applaud your courage, while others find the images shocking. How do you feel about the controversy?"

"It’s a necessary reaction," Laura replied. "If people feel unsettled, it means they’re paying attention. My goal isn’t to create something easy to look at; it’s to shine a light on truths that demand acknowledgment. Change begins with awareness."

The host shifted in her seat, her curiosity piqued. "I understand you’re working on something new—a performance piece at an upcoming art festival. Can you tell us about that?"

Laura’s face lit up with a mix of excitement and resolve. "Yes, I’ll be presenting a performance in a few weeks. Performance art can have an even more immediate emotional impact than photography. It’s immersive and direct, and I believe it’s the perfect medium for my next project."

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Bravo
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Very interesting indeed! Would love to hear a bit more about the public's reaction to the piece and what point was being made! Perhaps a followup interview like the one at the beginning where the artist reflects on the performance and its impact?
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Go support the artist
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I just watched a film called "Yakuza Weapon" , in this film there is a scene about a bunch of female nurse killer get blast into smithereens by M61 , I like this scene and I want to know where can I find more film or anime about scene like this ?
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being served or being attraction
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Can you share the lora you used? Appreciated!
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I like these. More please. :D
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Can you share some information about Lora?
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fresh cut meats goes huff huff
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Damn I need that lora
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>>7392

same.. fucking good
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how's the process?
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Can you share Lora?
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What is a good ai to use to generate guro?
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Can we please get some loli guro with krampus like eating, raping, ripping heads off of little girls that would be so amazing
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Tags: unwilling & willing, snuff, cannibalism, meatgirl, FFM, teens (16+), incest

It should be obvious, but this long-ish story is based on the short story Introducing the Spartan Spitter by KaosAngel. I figure, someone watching the infomercial it described must have been the perfect target audience, and their story would probably be worth telling, so here it is. A condensed version of the original twenty year old short story is embedded in the first chapter, so if you haven't read it, consider this a spoiler warning. I ended up cutting out some good parts to fit it into the flow of my own story, but hopefully it didn't suffer too much in the process.

As usual, I finished the first draft of the entire story before posting anything, but this time I plan to wait a day or two before posting each chapter. If you guys have feedback / suggestions, it's possible that I will be able to work in some changes to the next chapter.
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Chapter 5: Rings and Wreaths

Life was noticeably quieter for the next few days, at least. I put my girls on a rotation, each one spending a night with me, while the other two shared one of the other beds, which seemed to work reasonably well. The girls were fairly well behaved, but there were still some minor problems.

The biggest problem was food: Julie did her best to cook, with a little help from Iris, but their success rate in that regard left much to be desired. On Wednesday, the potato soup Julie prepared ended up a complete failure.

Looking down at the pot she had placed on the table, I sighed. "Babygirl, I know you're trying your best, but I've never seen potato soup quite so…clear. And I'm pretty sure the potatoes aren't supposed to be so hard. Or…black on one side."

My youngest daughter burst into tears. I sighed again, and took her gently in my arms.

"There, there, baby. Don't cry. I'm not upset." I patted her head. "I think you just weren't ready for a dish like this yet. I'm sure you'll get better with time."

From the other side of the table, Mae grimaced at the steaming dish, "Do we have to eat this, Dad?"

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Chapter 6: Wedding Belles

The moment I walked in the door Friday after a long day at the office, I sighed.

"I'm home," I called out, but I don't think my family heard me over the overlapping, high pitched female voices.

"Fuck! Give it to me, sis! Yes," screamed Iris.

"I'm almost there, Mama! A little more, please!" That sounded like Dee's voice.

I felt a hand on my ass. The hand soon slid around to the front and pulled down my zipper. I glanced down and noticed the glint of Celeste's engagement ring while I allowed her to help me out of my clothes. I probably couldn't actually feel anything different when she pressed against me from behind, but I couldn't help but think that I felt her slight baby bump on my back once or twice.

After we were both naked, we stepped forward to clearly see Astra, Charon, Dee, my three daughters, and Julie's friend, Cassie, scattered around the living room, having sex in an assortment of positions. Based on the vocalizations which had drowned out the sound of our arrival, Dee and Iris were both on the verge of orgasms, but I could tell right away that Astra wasn't going to let Dee cum just yet. Iris was apparently sitting on Mae's face, but with her natural girth padded out slightly further by her pregnancy, I couldn't see enough to be certain about who was trapped underneath my eldest living daughter.

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When it was time for me and my maids to take our place by the priestess at the front of the crowd, the smell of roast girl meat was wafting over the whole campsite. I spared a moment on my way forward to glance over and see the three golden bodies slowly turning on their spits.

I'd peeked out of the tent a few times, but from up front, I had a much better view of who was filling the rows of white folding chairs. On the left were mostly faces I didn't know except perhaps from pictures Celeste had shown me. The names on the guest list were primarily Astra and Celeste's immediate family, along with various friends, although I couldn't have said for sure which was which.

On the right side, the seats were almost entirely taken up by people from work, especially all the girls working under me, and their girlfriends. Astra had made sure to extend invitations to many of my daughters' friends, too, so Cassie, Nova, and a number of others were in attendance, probably mostly just so they would get to eat some of my daughters' meat. There were also several single women from the neighborhood, like Dee, who looked like she was still annoyed that she was only a guest.

Dee should consider herself lucky I didn't ask her to have more of a part in this, I smirked to myself while I waited. Given how many times she and Esther snubbed me, my next choice for her role today would've involved an eight foot metal pole above some hot embers.

The DJ started playing the sappy pop song that the girls had picked for the bridesmaid's entrance, so we all looked over to see Penny and Connie emerge from the brides' tent. They took their time, walking down the aisle, stepping with an odd gait. It took me a while to realize it, but they were kicking their knees forward every few paces to make the front of their tiny skirts flip up, flashing everyone ahead of them. I rolled my eyes at the silly move, but it made me grin, in spite of myself.

Hopefully the photographer got a picture with their skirts up, I thought, so Astra and Cel can see it later.

After they had taken their place up front, the music stopped, then the more stately bridal march began, so the audience got to their feet. Gary came out of the brides' tent, with Astra on his right arm, and Celeste on his left arm.

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Damn, that took longer to draw than I was hoping. Better late than never, I guess. When I get around to posting this story on Ao3, this image will be inserted into the appropriate point in the story.

While drawing this, I realized that I accidentally changed something about the original spitting machine. KaosAngel had the girl's hands tied behind her back when mounted on the machine, but in my rewrite her arms were locked into restraints, just like her legs. This implies that my Spartan has arm clamps, but the original did not.

Oh, well. I'm definitely not going to fix that now, especially since I think that scene where the oldest daughter was forced onto the machine works much better if the Spartan has everything needed to restrain her.
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I loved how chapter 6 began almost exactly the same way as chapter 1, but then quickly showed just how different things were. Great story!
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Cocaine Bear: Foreplay
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Munch into pussy and rip out her uterus and organs through that hole. Nice work done! Thanks for posting.

One of a beloved fantasy is about a sexy girl on a feast orgy. She gets fucked by a group of dogs and eaten apart by them during and after the sexual abuse. Could you create such things?
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Much appreciated, but the photorealistic renders are probably going to be flagged as unsuitable for Gurochan. This stuff would fly on Motherless, and maybe Deviantart.
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Well done thanks! If i were the bear, I'd sit back against a tree fucking her ass biting off her face & clawing her stomach open =0P
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Was this done with perchance? I've found that it really struggles with showing actively tearing or biting into flesh.
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Do you have some pixel scat artwork?(just like this one)
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I wanted a short break from the Outdoor Cinema series, so I wrote this story.

I wanted to keep it as short as possible. I failed...

I hope you'll enjoy it anyway.


"Daddy, I want a swing."

Elle was a cute nine year old girl with a pale complexion and long red heair gathered into two pony tails. She was thin to the point her limbs looked almost too fragile to support her own weight. She also had brown eyes and a cute smile on her face, which was meant to melt her father's heart so he would do what she wants.

"I don't have one."


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Good choice!
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It's just not my thing. I'm not making an argument,I am just asking a question.
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Amazing as always, as expected of Rosie.

I hope that you write another story like this in the future.
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Wow, that was fun! Now, where is this school, again? Asking for a friend...
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here is a part 2 i did inspired by the story

https://catbox.moe/c/tk4hmn
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Sup guys. I started doing stuff in DAZ3d about 6 months ago. Dolcett has been my lifelong fantasy and I really enjoy doing it, but as you may know, 3d assets (especially figures) are expensive. So, if anyone could "buy me a coffe" by supporting me on gumroad I would be very thankful :)
https://gum.co/uDqKC
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another fun test render :)
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The chopped legs and feet in action again :P
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After she's baked and gutted, the lunch lady in the yellow dress will haul her carcass to the kitchen to be tomorrow's lunch! I'm hoping for hot dogs, and her head on display at the "head" of the line.
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Now that's what I call a great opening!
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Please cook me on grill
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