Anyone know of any comics/manga where the girl still lives after decapitation?

Artist/source

This is actually one of my favorite Fetishes. This is also the first time I had ever wrote a story like this, so please don't be upset with how it's written!

Callie Trishtan walked into the office of one Miss Victoria Bradshaw. Callie was a lovely woman, dark, mocha skin, with long black hair, though it was up in a bun at this time. She had a lovely, curvy body, though it was hidden under a grey suit, and wore black heels. She looked around the tastefully done decor with her greyish blue eyes, and waited for Victoria to speak.

Victoria had lovely, milky white skin, and long, chocolate brown hair that went right past her hips, and looked like a waterfall that flowed around her. She looked at her with her deep green eyes, and smiled with her ruby lips. She wore a pink blouse, with a black skirt that went just a bit above her knees, but she wore red sneakers. Along with a white coat most people would wear at farms and factories like this.


“So, would you like a bit of water?” Victoria asked her.

Callie wanted to refuse, but it did feel rather hot in that room. “Yes, I would love some.”

Victoria got her secretary to get her one glass. “So, you want a tour of my farm?”


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More interesting stuff for you guys can be found at scat.booru.org Im to lazy to copy all that. TIme to watch some shit.

Pics of girls being choked by a zip tie

Wonder Woman: Hell to Pay

Story by: Sinbad
Art by: The Orginal Badger
https://discord.gg/SFBUPG4

Wonder Woman flew over the scene of the battle raging throughout Metropolis, searching for any other superheroes that could still fight. Diving into a swarm of hell spawn that were attacking a group of clustered police officers, the Amazon spun herself into a drill that both struck down the demons and sent them flying into the hard-concrete buildings on either side. Helping the exhausted boys in blue to their feet, she could hardly avoid seeing their collective eyes mentally undressing her in her skintight uniform. Hearing an impressive chorus of gunfire happening a few streets over, the Princess leapt into the air and flew to the source of the new firefight.
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Her blue eyes scanned the street below her, expecting to see the likes of the Suicide Squad or even Lex Luthor battling the swarms of demons below. Seeing a set of green power-armor mixed in with the sprawling mass of black and red flesh, Wonder Woman flew in for a closer look. The man in the power armor was unknown to her, but his sheer skill in shooting, dismembering and butchering the invading army made Diana hope he was there to help. She had almost reached the hot asphalt below when a stinging pain covered her armored back, unaware of the skeletal demons shooting at her from their raised positions. Putting the demon slaying “Doom guy” aside for the moment, the Champion of women rolled in midair and began blocking the heavy barrage of gunfire from the creatures, each movement sending the projectiles right back at the shooter that had fired them.
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Her long, black ponytail whipped through the air as she landed and proceed to pummeled the surviving monsters into submission. While not afraid of killing, Batman’s relentless lectures about mercy had worn the warrior down, giving her more inclination to spare the soul-scarring hell spawn’s lives. It was a choice that quickly got her into trouble however, as more and more demons appeared on the roof and rushed her athletic body. Piling on top of the already struggling Amazon, Wonder Woman gasped as her tight blue leggings were ripped from her marbled thighs, leaving her suddenly exposed! Swinging back both of her gauntlet covered arm, the woman finally cleared the mass atop her by sending them airborne before flying up herself, giving the beasts, surviving cops and anyone else still alive a clear view of her clean-shaven pussy and asshole. Wonder Woman was about to fly back into the fray when a massive monster, well over 15 feet tall climbed from the ground in a parking lot. Seeing that this new unholy creation would cause more damage than any of the smaller beasts, she flew as fast as she could to engage the super-demon in Mortal Kombat.
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The air cracked from the speed at which Wonder Woman flew through it, her speed and force built up so much that she felt she could end the monster with a single blow. Her hopes were dashed quickly however, as the semi-mechanical beast had heard her coming and raised a massive clawed hand to intercept her bottomless form. Diana’s raised fists slapped hard into the leathery palms of the beast and even managed to force it backwards! A huge foot stumbled over a battered pick up truck and smashed it, just as WW swing her hard fist forwards and hit the beast in it’s horrifying face. The colossal hell spawn countered her attack by swiping its armored fist into her pretty face, the simple blow being enough to send the brazen Amazon crashing into the ground. Struggling to her feet, Diana groaned as 2 of the smaller demons from the roof jumped on her again and tore at her tall boots, ripping the coverings off some difficulty. As soon as they succeeded however, WW was ready to fight again and grabbed both demons by their skeletal throats and tossed them back towards the city.

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Birthday Request

A boy finds out that his sister wants something a little unusual from him for her birthday.

F/m, CBT, Penectomy, Castration, Cannibalism, Reluctant, Casual, Orgasm Control and Denial, Incest

"Mom?" he asked, as he poked his head around the door frame and looked into the kitchen and dining room.

"Yes, dear..?" his mother replied distractedly, as she moved before the oven, back and forth between simmering pots and sizzling pans.

"Umm.." he said, his voice low as he bit his bottom lip in apparent worry. "..I know you're busy with dinner, but could you.. uh.."

"Don't mumble, Jeffery." his mother instructed absently, with a glance and frown at her son.

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Howdy. Y'all might know me as the guy who wrote Waifu Wars. If not the premise of the series was pretty simple. To sexy girls from fiction fight to the death, and you guys get to decide which girl dies. Well, I've been kinda hoping to revive the series but in a drawn format. However, I can't draw. I can't currently pay but I thought I'd ask anyway. I'm cool with one time deals, long term partnerships, or whatever. However, you must be cool with drawing gore (obviously), snuff (obviously), feet, piss, and occasionally furry stuff, and or age play stuff. Hope to talk to you soon

Howdy. Y'all might know me as the guy who wrote Waifu Wars. If not the premise of the series was pretty simple. To sexy girls from fiction fight to the death, and you guys get to decide which girl dies. Well, I've been kinda hoping to revive the series but in a drawn format. However, I can't draw. I can't currently pay but I thought I'd ask anyway. I'm cool with one time deals, long term partnerships, or whatever. However, you must be cool with drawing gore (obviously), snuff (obviously), feet, piss, and occasionally furry stuff, and or age play stuff. Hope to talk to you soon

Arriving home from school, Adam walked into the front door of his house, dropping his backpack off by the living room couch before going to the kitchen in search of an afternoon snack.

He was alone in the house, both his parents worked and his two younger siblings still attended junior high and wouldn’t be home for at least another forty-five minutes.

After staring into the open refrigerator for several seconds the sixteen year-old suddenly realized exactly what he wanted. Getting one could be hard though, it wasn’t the kind of thing that just got left in the back of the fridge.

Adam was just about to settle for a bologna and cheese sandwich instead when a second realization hit him. He knew exactly where he got get one.

Shaking his head at his own slowness Adam went around the kitchen retrieving a cutting board and a knife.

Placing them on the small table in the corner of the kitchen Adam kicked of his shoes, then striped off his jeans and boxers as well. Ignoring his socks Adam leaned on the table with his left hand while reaching down with his right to… prepare his meal.

Adam let out a satisfied sigh as he stroked his cock, enjoying the pleasure of his manhood for the last time. His penis soon responded to his ministrations, stiffening and lengthening in his grasp.

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A thread for translucent girls made of some kind of fluid or semi-fluid substance!

Figured I'd start a new thread seeing as my old one was filled with a lot of animations from almost 2 years ago, this way you won't have to scroll through a bunch of crap to get to my most recent work.

Here’s a new series folks.. I intend to create more than a few of these in the same setting testing out anything from sub machine guns, heavy machine guns, explosives and what I’ve been wanting to do for some time that came second in line to the 50. cal sniper rifle, next F.W.T.F weapon for testing will be a Titan.. that’s right folks.. a MECH FROM TITANFALL! firing rockets and all kinds of crazy shit.

**DOWNLOAD AND VIEW IN QUICKTIME**
watching this even on the stream will appear much darker than it actually is.
the picture attached to this post shows the actual lighting.


F.W.T.F (Freeman’s Weapons Testing Facility)
Subject # 36
Testing L115A31 firing hollow point 50. bmg rounds.


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This is relatively lightcore for my typical shit. The following is fiction and not intended to condone violence against children nor sexual offenses, and is intended to be enjoyed from any angel (I know what I said).

Be wary, I make no promise to be good at his and construction (I know what I said) is welcome!

Part 1 _____________________________

I grew up with just my mom and 2 sisters, one older and one younger.

One night both my sisters wanted to have a sleepover. I didn't exactly get along with their friends, but some were very nice to me and even the least attractive were frankly gorgeous on a good day and on a bad day well, one shorter chubbier girl, seemed particularly nice to me after I was extra nice to her when she sleptover a month prior and got sick… Her face has been swollen and she cried to her friend but to me later insisted she was fine. The rest were mostly lean, a few scrawny- tho not as scrawny as me- with heavy boobs. It was a smorgasbord of favorite types. An eccentric emo girl and a punk las and some preppy chick who were all known to not get along sat in the same circle snacking with my older sister as my younger sister and her friends were all asleep.
I went off to bed seeing one of my younger sister's friends pass me. I heard her talking with the older girls as I slept.
I then had a strange dream.

There was a story posted years ago that was about a group of cheerleaders on a bus trip. They were stopped/bus broke down and then raped, tortured, snuffed. I definitely read it here, but unfortunately can't find it anymore, after the site moved. Would be very thankful if anybody could help.

The first three chapters from Kago's eponymous collection, which tell a single story. My original plan was translate the whole collection but seeing how I didn't make any progress on that in 2+ years now, I figured I'd share what I got. This is some of Kago's earliest work available, so his artwork is… rough. I think it's obvious Masamune Shirow was a big influence on him early in his career. Anyway, it's 62 pages of pulpy, perverted sci-fi fun.

http://www.mediafire.com/file/cj7dwkq0b5945rp/Shintaro_Kago_-_More_Than_Human_%2528ENGLISH%2529.rar/file

Can anyone post a link for the game Toilet Battle that we can download and play?

Am still learning Blender. Here's Koikatsu 3D in the meantime.

Thanks to WingR and some of you folks on /3dcg/ for helping me get started.

Benjamin sat glum in the hospital bed from what had happened to him. The slim boy slumped just a week before his 13th birthday and had felt as if he lost the world lost everything in the world. Naked under his bed sheets, his big brown eyes were reddened with tears above his heavily freckled cheeks and button nose, all behind his fringe of curly, brown hair. Outside his hospital room he could see his mother and her wife through the window in the door thanking the doctor for her work in curing her son of his malady, the source of which was floating in a clear, sealed jar of formaldehyde held by his 17 year old step sister.


Just less than a year ago was when Ben learned of joys of masturbation. As all boys at that age, he noticed that his willy would get hard from time to time and that it felt could to rub it when it was in such a state. His large, brown eyes widened in fascination as he explored all four inches of his boyhood, from the emerging peach fuzz at its base up the veiny shaft, to half way up of which was the scar, to the tip crowned by a purple mushroom head. He became resourceful, slathering it in shampoo, lotion, butter or even his own spit at any opportunity to enjoy his own body.


This was also the time that Ben’s mother married a shapely brunet named Rebecca. Rebecca had a daughter, Stacy, who was 4 years his senior and was conceived amidst a brutal sexual assault. This rape in Rebecca’s past understandably traumatised her and lead her to distrust and hate all males. Unlike Rebecca, Stacey was bisexual rather than lesbian but had adopted many of her mother’s prejudices and though had some interest in male anatomy, hated the men that it was attached to.


Rebecca and her new wife were not subtle with there affections for each other, kissing and groping was a common occurrence in the household. While Benjamin’s mother was preoccupied with her new lover, Rebecca and Stacey gave poor Ben Hell. They would verbally abuse him, give him an unfair amount of chores, under feed him and isolate him from his mother. One of the tortures that he endured was were he to be caught masturbating, he was often punished profusely, being reminded of how filthy his habit was and even his mother was talked into taking punitive action, saying that if he was to misuse his willy that he did not deserve it.


However, due to his developing libido and his exposure to this lesbian behaviour fuelled his need for masturbate. Moreover, he found it a means of stress relief from the constant bullying. Whenever she could, Stacey would watch him stroke himself. She would watch his hand grip the four inches of ridged boyhood - the slick surface of the cleanly circumcised meat, the redness of his cheeks making his freckles more apparent, his lithe chest and flat belly rising and falling with the quickening pants: she watched the youth in shame for though she found him beautiful, he was a disgusting male.

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All stretchy females (human or anthro) go here

Not mine, just a repost of a missing thread

[Loke] The Hanging of a Sinner [2016]

”Come on, it’s time to go” the woman dressed in long black robes said to me. I was standing in the hallway of the most prestigious Christian private school for girls in the country, naked and with my hands bound behind my back. It was just before lunchtime and the hall should have been bustling with activity at this time, but today every student at the school had gathered in the courtyard for today’s very special event; my execution. I had committed one of the worst sins a girl at my age could commit, at least in the eyes of this extremely conservative school. I’d had sex before marriage, which was punishable by death. Of course I’d heard of many girls that had done it anyway, the only difference between them and me was that I was stupid enough to get caught. For me, it meant that at the age of fourteen, my life would shortly come to an end.

All the students stood along the walls of the main courtyard looking at the gallows that had been set up in the middle of it. It was late September and the autumn had made its appearance with a chilling wind and a light drizzle falling from the sky. As the cold rain hit my bare skin the nipples of my pert breasts stood at attention. Being naked in front of everybody made the situation worse and I felt myself blushing heavily. Even though I was freezing my face was bright red and I kept my gaze planted in the ground as I made my way to the centre of the courtyard. I didn’t see them, but I could feel everybody’s eyes staring at me, judging me as the sinner they thought I was.

The scene was eerily silent as I arrived beside the noose that would soon end my life. The headmaster was standing there too, and after giving a short speech about the sins I had committed he signalled for the hanging to begin. The same woman who had escorted me from the hallway placed a small stool below the noose and I stepped up on it. The headmaster then placed the noose around my neck, adjusted it and fastened it to the frame of the gallows, so that the rope would catch me when they removed the stool. The woman said a short prayer, and after a collective amen from the audience she kicked the stool from under my feet.

I fell only a couple of inches before the rope caught my neck and forced my throat shut, and by instinct I gasped for air as hard as I could. I managed to suck in a tiny amount of air but as my windpipe was crushed by my own weight it became impossible to breathe. My feet were searching for something to stand on and found nothing. In desperation I kicked aimlessly hoping to somehow gain enough leverage to escape the tightness of the rope for just a second, but that did not work either. I must have given the onlookers a good view of my nether parts in the process, and as I kicked I felt my breasts bouncing in response to my movements.

My lungs soon started to burn and added to the sharp aching pain coming from my neck. I was really panicking by then as I realised that there was no way out and that my death was imminent. I opened my eyes for the first time since the drop and saw the headmaster standing there, his gaze moving up and down my young body while his lips formed a sly smile. I felt the hate against him flowing inside me and I became very frustrated that I was powerless to do anything about it.

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