did anyone ever produce art where boys and girls are told to undress, then led to a room, shot in the head and used before being discarded like in "the chekist?"

Part One

The five girls sat on the couch in the waiting room, waiting to die. Five futa girls, to be exact, all of them taken that morning without warning from an illicit brothel called "The Pink Pecker", which specialized in selling services from chicks with dicks.

Anne was the eldest at 23, and thus the leader of the group. Raven haired, tall, curvacious, busty and pale skinned, she was the picture of a cool beauty. Her cock was an impressive 10" long at rest, which had made her the envy of the girls and had also made her a star amongst the clientele. On the opposite side of the age scale was young Tina, who had just turned 16 a month ago. Blonde haired, blue eyed, a light scattering of freckles, flat chested slender, and with a cute little cock that barely reached 4" during an erection, she was in every way the polar opposite of Anne. Despite that, the two had a very close sisterly relationship.

Sitting beside them was Sara (age 17), who was the tomboy of the group. Her Hispanic heritage showed in her short stature and chocolatey brown skin, along with her fiery temperament. She was toned, her arms and legs thick and muscular, and she packed a chiseled 6 pack abdomen that had some of the girls wonder if she didn't slip a few 'roids into her protein shakes. Sara's piece was a respectable 5".

Marybelle (age 20) was Sara's best friend, despite being a tad bit overweight. Not that it mattered, since most of Marybelle's fat went into all the right places, which resulted in a body that most agreed had a satisfying plumpness to it, along with a soft stomach and milky white tits that the men who frequented the "Pink Pecker" were especially fond of snuggling into. She also had by far the largest cock, both in length (17") and girth (3" at the thickest). Her motherly tendencies had made her extremely popular among the more lonely clients.

The final girl sitting at the couch was a new hire. Quiet, bookish Samantha (age 18) had been living on the streets for a few months before being picked up by the owners of the Pink Pecker. Her skinny limbs, slender waist, flat chest and short, curly brunette hair, along with her large, thick glasses had often meant she was mistaken as a boy. The penis (3.5" long) probably didn't help matters much. However, what she lacked in physical traits, she more than made up for in a complete willingness to do whatever a John required of her. This meant she was the designated "ryona" girl, sent to please the customers with a penchant for hurting the girls.

They had been stripped naked, their hands tied behind their backs, their hair cut short, before being shoved into the room exactly one hour ago with another group of 5 futa girls. The two groups didn't say much to each other before the other girls were taken away by a pair of guards. That had been 20 minutes ago.

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an old classic from an artist named lraze made this. can anyone colored this i wanna see it.

thanks in advance

"Don't be afraid," the hulking man standing over me says. His voice is gruff and menacingly contradictory to his words.

A single incandescent dangling from a wire lights the room. I allow my eyes to flick upward though the fringe of my bangs toward the man's shadowed face. I'm not sure how long I've been here, and the details of how I got here are still fuzzy in my mind. I do know, however, that this is his third visit to the room in which he is keeping me.

All I know is that my name is Kaylin, I'm fifteen, and I live in Harrisburg, VA. I have a pet dog named Rosie, my mom told me she loved me last time we spoke; and I'm really cold.

There's a rough woolen blanket on which I am sitting, naked, with my wrists bound behind my back. The tightly tied rope feels like it has rubbed my skin raw.

"Miss." He says again. "Please don't be afraid." He takes a step forward, his heavy boot lands only a few inches from my leg and I instinctively recoil, pressing my back up against the wall.

It's the cool damp wall of an unfinished basement. I can't contain the tremors that run the whole length of my body from a combination of terror and cold. I shut my eyes, trying to shut off my brain.

It never works.

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I feel like I’ve been spamming a bit, but I kinda just got a flood of inspiration and I’m trying some things out with my writing. If there’s any suggestions you have or concepts you are interested in let me know. I only really write stuff that turns me on so I hope you understand. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one:

Mrs. McGuire opened convocation with a prayer and then moved on to discussing the issues with the fights in the lunchroom.

West Brownsville Girl’s School was basically a prison for girls who had issues at their past school. My issue had been with Mr. Jenkins who had sexually harassed me. I was 15 at the time and he called me sugartits. When I reported it to the principal, I found out he had already reported me for trying to suck him off in the teacher lounge. Of course neither of us had witnesses and his being a teacher meant he was taken at his word.

I was not expelled per se. They called it being relocated. Either way Mr. Jenkins won that round.

Now at 16 I found myself at an all girls school that was vaguely religious as required us to wear uniforms that made us all look like English school girls.

I was currently sitting next to Meg Miles who, over the past week, had been obsessed with running her hand discreetly along my leg and up under my skirt. We all wore white leggings, so I do not know what she was hoping to find, but I had to keep firmly pushing her hand away from my crotch. She said she was just teasing me, but I think she was hoping I would reciprocate.

Back at my last school, I was seen as the easy girl. Not because I had ever even done anything sexual—the most I had done was let myself be felt up by Ryan Gandy as we made out—but because, as Ms. Heideker the school counselor put it, I dressed “like a slut.”

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Does anyone have guro collection of forbidden feast?

I've sponsored Andava through Patron in recent months, but I've just found out that he's been painting guro pictures. I wonder if there's more guro paintings by him besides the ones I upload here.

Pic unrelated;
There was a story about a guy murdering strangling his sister(?) to death while raping her, preserving her in formalin(?) and later having sex with her body again. I'm looking for the story, if possible with sauce and translation.

Does anyone have any images of women having needles or syringes pushed straight into their breasts from the nipple? Like into the mammary glands. Don't know why, but I became really interested in this the other day. This is the only example I have at the moment. Thanks!

Hey yall, hope you enjoy. This is my first real animation, there's a lot I would change here but I'm glad to just have something mostly finished. Let me know your thoughts and critiques, learning as I go so any advice is super appreciated.

gfycat(dot)com/AgileNegativeDartfrog

I wanted to write a story that Jimsugomi likes. That's why I tried myself at a not fatal debreasting story.

Kairi, Namine and Xion are cute girls. And at least Kairi has a proper breast size. (I tried to make them a bit bigger)

Did you find all nicknames for breast i tried to use?



Three Kairi’s burger special.

Kairi and Xion look at the special grills in disbelief. Namine actually was seriously planning to do it. Namine placed three of the newest Scrooge McDuck breast roasting prototypes on the table of her kitchen. The grills have been specially adapted for a girl to prepare her breasts without any help.
They had joked around: that they wanted to roast tit burgers for their boyfriends. It was just a joke that they wanted to use their own tits. Namine apparently really wants to roast her own tits for Roxas.
"Scrooge McDuck lets us use it for free as long as we record everything so he can use it as an advertisement.” Explains Namine excited. "Isn’t that exciting?"

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Another day in the kitchen of horrors for a certain eldritch monster, but today was special in that she had been summoned, through a ritual not the standard method of mail, call, or reference, to prepare a special dish for a select group of the higher class. Also known as the rich, renowned, well-known, and wealthy in monetary values.

In other words, Ebony had been asked to prepare a banquet for the 1% of high class billionaires… or something like that. She hadn’t been paying attention.

Odd that they knew how to summon her, but she shrugged it off and guessed it was another follower of the Hungerer that knew about her and had told them. Otherwise, she would have never agreed to this reservation. A full-course banquet for six to eight people using her own ingredients was a waste of her time, resources, and the diners’ times, but she was contracted to obey by the eldritch ritual and summoning.

Just more items in the pantry for the next feast in a few days. As these diners would become her patrons, she would know where to find them when the time came.

The special dish, however, was both strange and familiar to her.

“Prepare the provided model in a similar manner to this video reference, except for the middle and ending sections. We do not wish to become a meal ourselves.” This was what her instructions, read from a note, had said. She looked over at the bound woman she had been provided with, delivered from within a body bag by a pair of hired muscles, she suspected, and frowned. “You won’t be filling at all for these people; maybe a few of the homeless. There isn’t enough time to fattened you up before the deadline, I don’t have time to properly stuff you, and you’re not willing at all…” Ebony said with a smile that only made the woman more afraid of her situation.

The chef leaned forward, hands on her knees, and looked at the woman with her black and yellow eyes. “I won’t hurt you, but you will need to help me with this request. Understand?” She asked.

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I search for his name in the back of my mind as his dick hits the back of my throat. I am sure he told me when he sat down next to me and introduced himself earlier this evening. But four drinks and a lot of dancing later, it seems to have vanished from my memory.

His hand caresses the back of my head easing himself deeper until I gag. My pussy is super wet and I’m hoping that this will go further than just a blowjob in the bathroom. But just as I am trying to think of a way to move this back to my room, he ejaculates in my mouth. I swallow his come as he pulls out, letting a thick string of semen drip from my lips and cling to my chin.

He looks down at me with a big grin.
“I’ll see ya back out there.”

He exits the bathroom quickly, leaving me kneeling on the floor in the stall.

I stand up and wash out my mouth with water from the sink. I wipe my mouth and look at myself in the mirror. My tousled hair in the mirror is hopeless at this point, and my dress has a spot of semen or saliva on it. I brush it away with a paper towel.

Tentatively, I step out of the bathroom and into the deserted hallway. I am a few minutes walk away from the far side of the hotel where the wedding reception is still going on. I check the time on my phone. 1:45 in the morning. My phone’s battery is at 4%.


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Requesting a headless edit of this please.

Such pictures like anyone?
I want to find a place where I can post my pictures.

I've been dabbling in SFM for over a year now, but decided to turn my hand to snuff! Commission from anonymous. Enjoy ( '-')

This thread is for my new site: Grim Erotica.

https://grimerotica.wordpress.com/

I'll frequently post links to new stories, as it's easier than trying to format it just to post it here.

Feedback and tips are welcome, just keep criticism constructive; random insults will be ignored.

Here is the first story;

https://grimerotica.wordpress.com/2019/08/20/game-girls/

Enjoy this selection of GOOD SHIT, free from the MS Paint Touhou and pictures of Pokemon in diapers which plague the site overall :

https://scatbooru.co.uk/index.php?page=favorites&s=view&id=239

Repost at the request of PogueMahone.

First up is a piece inspired by his story 'The Interview'.

Anybody know the source of this?