>i think i can do... a million more of these now
Lets go

Can't seem to find it.

Can anyone make a drawing of man in a black suit smoking a cig in a contemplative pose sitting in his office headquarters with a display of girl heads as a trophy showcase? Just make sure that the heads are placed in some kind of tech sci-fi capsules that preserve their freshness. It's kind of spin off to american psycho's paul allen scene.

Also theme the office with black n red colors like red neon, black infrastructures. Kind of imitating Kolyma network Headquarters.

I will continue the story if people are interested, I just wanted to post and hopefully get motivated to keep writing it
Mark looked at the note that had been left in his dorm room his first day of college. He had hardly arrived on campus, he certainly hadn’t done anything wrong, yet he had been asked to come to student services, basically the guidance counselor from high school.

Was it about that femboy he had killed? There had been no screaming or public nuisance, although he supposed he had been lazy and leaving the body next to one of the buildings instead of one of the proper disposal options could be considered littering.

He shrugged and knocked on the door. Homeless femboys were uncommon, they were cute and useful, they usually had a home, but what was he supposed to do? Dorm policy clearly stated no pets.

When he got a response, Mark pushed the door open and stepped inside. There was a desk, where a woman in a suit sat going through papers. Kneeling patiently by her side was an adorable femboy. His ‘dingle’ was tiny, and his balls had been removed, and his chest sported tiny budding boobs from the estrogen that government and corporate owned femboys were usually fed in pill form at meals. His curly hair fell nearly to the shoulders and tasteful makeup accentuated beautiful big eyes and plump, soft, dick sucking lips. Actual girls may have become quite rare over the years, but through the miracles of science, many thought femboys had become even prettier.

It helped that they had about as many rights and legal protections as a piece of furniture.

The woman smiled “Good morning Mark, thank you for coming early, I have a full day to keep ahead of.” He took the seat she indicated. “Welcome to Hill University. Have you found everything okay?”


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Bringing back dem bones

This is a story i had found and modified almost 5 years ago. I found it again and i am reposting it. For those that remember, I currently have no intention on writing "Tails".

Heads

(loli, shota, hanging, cons)


"Please, can I hang you ?", said 12 year old Johnny to his best friend.

Jenny, being 12 herself, looked at him with wide eyes. "You mean like, all the way?"

"Well yes, I was told girls die very nicely when hanged." He said.


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So, I found these two pages in an old Gurochan manga thread, but I couldn't find out which manga these are from. Can anyone help?

Does anyone have a full compilation Nagi's work? There is some one e-hentai but there is a lot missing

For any girls who empty their bladders, bowels or stomachs all over themselves or other things while they're executed, due to fear, loss of muscular control, death or other means. The more sludge the better!

Hey! I'm looking for ideas for a drawing I'm gonna do - I want to execute someone publically in a carnival game, preferably by incorporating fatal electric shocks (although this thread can be for carnival contraption ideas in general!).

Anyone have an idea for a carnival game that could publically electrocute someone to death?

For Fans of Sarahs epic life, here is a story set in the same universe about a woman named Laura, I intend to work on both stories with my husband, but this one is more of a me kind of thing, here is an excerpt from the story.

It will deal with Scat, NC, Pedo and Torture, and Possibly Severe Snuff. It is much more scat and personal focused. Unlike the relationship between Sarah and Liz, the one between Laura and Tina is non consentual and extreme.

Notice*, while I was comfortable including a scene or two of underage victims in Sarahs epic life without any further disclaimer as few people are batshit insane enough to do what they do, the special nature of this story deserves one more.

1. Real Life Child Abuse deserves the death penalty, I do not believe in any consentual relations between an adult and child, if you will notice I refrain from including much intimate detail about the parts of the kids described in this work, as I still think one can be entertained by the idea of a mother fucking her daughter in literature, but one should still be biologically attracted to someone ones own age or post maturity in real life.

2. Children are our future, and we were all children once, they deserve hope, happiness and time away from the struggles and pains that adults have, leave them innocent and if you are underage, get the fuck off of this forum and think about what your doing to your parents.

3. Despite my heavy anti religious bias in my stories, no one should ever think that it isn't impossible for there to be a higher power. While my husband is Athiest,Ive seen some shit but I still believe in science as its blatently obvious.

4. And most centric to my stories, the world we trying to protray is one where Evil is viewed as Good and vice versa, this story simply exists to entertain our darkest desires and to push past the literary glass wall when it comes to what limits that we can write about, I'd be lying if I didnt use my vibe as I wrote this, as I did, and I do want my readers to get off to my work, but for the sake of humanity, love and help those around you in the real world. I hope that my readers are attracted to Laura and her body, and her "evilness" but not Tina, its hard to explain but, just a hope. I'm writing stuff more against my personal beliefs in this work than I ever have before. I hope that the extreme sex that my and my husbands books protray is what is enthralling, the diving into dispair and laughter at our own mortality, the brief moments when we forget the humanity of others. But never forget, we are all human, and we all only live once.

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Captain Hardcore (VR) guro

This is a story I wrote several years ago. I rescued from the old Gurochan and wanted to share it here. Unfortunately I no longer have the ambition to finish it and honestly have no intention to. I may do finish it one day, but I wouldn't count on it.


Ol' McJohnny had a Farm

(loli, straight shota)


Part1:

12 year old Jenny was on her way to Johnny's family farm to play with his 9 year old sister Cindy. Cindy and Jenny had been friends for many years and it was Jenny's idea for Cindy to lose her virginity to Johnny a year ago. Since then, there playdates always involved Johnny and sex, so Jenny was excited as always. Her little pussy started to tingle at the thought of another 3 way with Johnny and Cindy, Jenny started running down the road.

Jenny finally made it to Johnny's house, as she was walking up the path she saw a note on the door. Jenny grabbed it and read it:

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even at the age of 19, I firmly decided that if I remained stable in depression until the age of 25, I would be ready to commit crimes, isolate myself from reality.
and now, the fateful spring has come.
after a May shift, monotonous and lonely work in college, I jumped on a date with the first hero of my cycle of tragedies the size of fifty kopecks. I persuaded the boy to go to the meeting under the pretext that I had walked in the area many times and each time it was the best meetings in my life. not that I exaggerated too much...
jesus glue was playing in my ears, it felt very romantic. I came out of the passage of the metro station N. on a bench under the shadows sat a guy about 28 years old. a little thick-skinned, but lanky. the skin of the face was flabby and coney from combing. but the facial features were pretty, he reminded me of a chubby mouse. and glasses. my favorite "chicken blindness". he was an engineer by training. he worked at a construction site as a draftsman. yes, it will be a pity for his customers. and for the first few seconds of the meeting, I felt sorry for him, too. as a remnant of my human feelings of the past. but it passed as soon as he looked past me and slowly stood up. I began to feel small drops of anger hurrying to seep through my lymph nodes. short, shorter than jumping into the closing doors of the car hug. Well, yes, it's me, damn it, and what did you expect, you pneumatic bastard? I smiled awkwardly, as if it didn't bother me. each time I hate their every breath more and more.
- so, well, lead me, I didn't specify the route specifically.
a banal, boring interrogation began. the most banal, boring reactions of surprise and admiration followed. the voice of reason in my head was hysterical: "stop it, I know how it will end if I don't kill you today." we went into an unnamed coffee shop. there are almost no people, he grinned from embarrassment. he was obviously ashamed of me in front of the staff, he shot his eyes at the walls and interiors. scum. I'll squeeze your carotid arteries, I'll tell you everything, you'll get high on the track. I looked at his hair falling over his forehead. beautiful. light brown. this is my favorite color, the structure of both girls and boys. a phantom hand reaches out to stroke them, like the fur of a stray cat. to pull and tear to bloody wounds.
Well, I'll refresh myself and let's go. he ordered dessert, savored it for an hour, as if our conversation was interesting to him and he did not want to shorten it by too forced a walk. I ate a regular salad. my fists were already itching extremely. I stood up.
- are you full? Let's go to the toilet?
- and? I'll wait for you here, don't worry.
I smiled with a strong squint. she touched her shoulder.
- yes, I know, I want to tell you something, not in public.
he jerked. but he was somehow clearly uncomfortable to tell me too categorically: "no, you're disgusting, you have a dirty purulent mouth, I don't want my imperial dick to be in it." he got up carefully and we went. I continued to hold the guy by the forearm with great tension and fear, to be honest, inside. he gave up, took me by the wrist, looked at my frail figure a couple of times, relaxed a little and thought, "well... isn't it bad?" yes. terrible! I dug the blade in my pocket deeper into my palm. we leaked into the men's room. happiness, lots of partitions. not enough nasty sounds. almost school silence. he was confused at first, rushed to the urinals, then walked on, hobbled to the wall like a robot.
- was there such a thing before?

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Can someone please edit this image so that the panel with the explosion has more gory results?

I would like to see some guro art of overhaul from my hero academia like him losing his arms or something else

Does anyone have more of these? Full versions maybe?

/r/ing any and all Doug gore art