Demons lol

Looking for a manga or doujin where at least one female character ends up hung to death before/during/or after sex. Would prefer if it had an English translation but if it not it's still ok.

May be anyone have picture wis hanged children?

Yadda, yadda, yadda, over 18, hence lack of Dipper etc, yadda yadda yadda, don't write often, don't ask, don't do it on a commission or trade basis, yadda yadda yadda, Seinfeld, yadda enjoy and those that want my art thread that don't know with similar situation https://www.gurochan.cx/art/res/8.html


Beer Battered, Roasted Wendy.

	

Wendy took another long sip of her beer as she leaned back with her elbows on the bar, all the while enjoying all the stares she was getting. Buck naked, leaning back so that her large, head sized breasts stuck out to either side of her freckled frame, she had her legs spread juuuust wide enough that everyone in the room had but just to look in her direction to see her pussy.

	

She was the star attraction for the entire bar.

	

	

Of course that wasn't all that was going on, she mused, as she idly played with the meat grade tag dangling from her nipple, a little triangular piece of plastic with a grade “A” logo on it. She was the evening roast, literally the roast. Like a turkey. The Bartender had a sense of humor, and with it being St. Patrick's day, a redheaded Irish girl like herself, tipsy and almost drunk off her feet, seemed the most “seasonal appropriate meal” for the bar's annual St Patties day party. She'd been enjoying the honey infused beer all night, specially made at the bar, and given an unlimited tab on them as she hung out naked after work. Course, this was all given to her just to give her that “alcohol infused flavor” when she finally went over the fire.


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Just like the title says, I'd like to see guro artwork featuring this anime chick. I don't care how she's brutalized, I just want to see it.

Right. This is a sort of "What If?" to my Other Amy Pond Snuff-o-Gram story. Here's hoping you all enjoy it.


Amy Pond: Sexy Schoolgirl Snuff-o-Gram
Tags: Doctor Who, Amy Pond, Clara Oswald, Prostitution, Willing, Dominant and Submissive, scalpel, F/F, Schoolgirl roleplay, Trophies, Fisting, Dissection, Sex Ed, Nipple-ectomy, possible snuff.

“Ah! Ms. Oswald, just the teacher I was looking for." The Headmaster of Coal Hill School called out as Clara made her way to her last class of the day. "Although, your proposal was... unorthodox, since you already paid for the expensive materials, and since it has the potential to be very educational, I have decided to approve it." The headmaster paused, "Room 3A has been set up for your use. Your class will be watching the demonstration via the cameras you requested."

Clara blinked. She didn't remember writing a proposal. Still, she was used to strange things happening by now, and was certainly curious about what was happening. So with a quick about face, Clara turned away from the classroom containing the seniors she had intended to teach basic anatomy and sexual education to, and headed for room 3A instead.

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Amy Pond waited alone in the room the students who hired her had directed her to. Her heart was racing. She knew what she was getting into when she'd signed up for the "special service" section of the Kiss-o-Gram company's catalog, but she'd expected something more... private when the most expensive service she'd offered was finally purchased. The room she was in now may have felt abandoned, but the cameras all around her were a silent reminder that what was about to happen wasn't just being watched, but recorded to watch again in the future.

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Ever since I was born, I've had a rather extreme phobia of blood. It terrifies me on a level that is incomprehensible. The mere thought of it leaves me feeling dizzy and there have been many occasions where I almost fainted in public because of this phobia. It can be quite problematic because I'm also very interested in serial killers so sometimes I'll be listening intently to a podcast one moment, then teetering on the edge of consciousness seconds later.

As a teenager, I frequently had intrusive thoughts where I would temporarily become convinced that every object dangerous and I had to retract me wrists inside my sleeves to avoid cutting them on my desk or pencil or laptop. My mind was filled with images of bleeding uncontrollably and I felt as though I might lose control at any moment and tear open my wrists with my bare hands or teeth. At this point, I would begin hyperventilating until I nearly fainted, then slowly return to normal. Nowadays, when confronted with intrusive thoughts, I usually begin laughing as a coping mechanism.

I come here partly for the morbid discussion and partly to desensitize myself to the subject matter that has caused me so much distress.

When I was still Karl Luck, I began a series of short stories about a woman, Melissa Coss, who comes home to find her wife cheating on her with a high school girl. In her rage, she kills both. Over the course of the following months, she starts to feel the urge to kill again.

I am happy to announce that the Melissa Coss Series has been rebooted, and I will keep you updated.

Most Likely Tags: Snuff, Teen, Pedo, Lesbian Sex, and Piss.

https://www.asstr.org//~Randall_J._Nelson/Series/melissacoss1.html - Chapter 1

http://www.dlsite.com/maniax/work/=/product_id/RJ204485.html
Could someone please upload this game? It was released last year but it hasn't been uploaded anywhere. I've asked different sites but no one replied with an upload. Could someone please be an hero for all of us?

Anyone has the source of that?

How would you like to slaughter her, prepare her body for cooking and eat this delicious meat? What is your favorite body part (based on the photos) would you like to consume? The darker and detailed the better :)

Anyone have a collection of the Dolcett girls art stories or Beavers Angel Corps? I can't seem to find a lot of the Dolcett stories and all of Beavers Angels Corps were removed from his website long before I even knew about them.

The Vacuum Incident

A cautionary tale

	

Jill walked along the hallway, vacuuming the floor.

	

She moved slowly, making sure to push the head of the vacuum into every corner and over every crevice, being fastidious in her efforts to ensure the cleanliness of the carpet. The vacuum was a suck type device, with a long metal tube, that served as both handle and head, attached to the main unit, which was worn like a back-pack, by a sturdy and flexible rubber hose.

	

Jill was quite in love with her vacuum, which she had received as a birthday present from her mother earlier that year. The young girl couldn't abide dirtiness of any sort, so the present, which most girls would have been less than thrilled with, had been absolutely perfect.

	

Jill hummed happily as she finished with the floor of the hallway, gratified that not a speck of dirt remained behind where she and her vacuum had passed. She opened the door to the living room, eager to render it dirt free as well, and stopped in her tracks, frowning in consternation, at the sight that greeted her within.

	

Jill's brother, quite nude, sat with his naked butt on the carpet before the couch. He leaned back against it, with his legs spread wide and his hips thrust out, masturbating furiously.

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My favorite hobby is to fantasize (reading is a close second). It is a pleasure to create entire worlds in the span of seconds, when most art requires an exceptional amount of skill and time to create something that pales in comparison. Once I lied in bed for five hours, playing through a scenario in my mind about torturing girls in a labyrinthine bunker, until the bloodlust almost took me and I nearly strangled my cat to death. The cat was unscathed and untouched, don't worry. Sometimes I think about being on the receiving end of agony as well, and oftentimes when I sleep I'll dream about being eaten alive or bedding corpses. Of course, I can't experience any of these lovely events in reality, and being mortal doesn't help one bit. I have attempted several thought experiments that seek to transform the between-state of half-sleep into a timeless void where I can live in a realm of eternal debauchery (or I'd just construct more bizarre worlds), but all I end up with are extremely vivid, but fragile dreams. Maybe I just need to practice more?

Anyways, I've often wondered about the joys of solitary confinement. I'm referring to true solitude, or simply an indefinite state of isolation in a prison. Can you just ask nicely to receive a lifetime prison sentence in solitary confinement? That would be ideal, but unrealistic. I think that the gap between reality and fantasy would blur in that type of setting. With no social or business life to bog you down, you'd be free to daydream as much as you like, and the absolute boredom would stretch your perception of time out substantially, I'd assume.

Just being able to have limitless free-time while mooching off of peoples' tax money would be nice enough, but by being unable to leave or work on any other task than thought, there would be no better opportunity in the world to become a pseudo-god and form a strong tether to your ethereal world. Maybe, because of the lack of external stimuli in your environment, your skill at creating phantom sensations would be enhanced as well. This would be especially useful because I really want to feel intense pain, but am unable to without committing grievous harm to my body. It's a real shame, and I'll savor any accidental injuries that I'll experience. Of course, I'd never hurt anyone in reality to achieve my ridiculous goals. People are not toys.

Is there a better way to create the fabled "infinite dream"? I would be very pleased to know. As much as I'd like to li

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You must murder a sleeping or unconscious girl without waking her up. How would you do it? How would you turn her peaceful slumber into a permanent one.

Post a picture of a sleeping/unconscious victim yourself too

For my picture, this unconscious girl is already being raped by stupid kids so you have to get rid of them first. How would you do it?

Hey I'm in dire need of another temporary editor for Waifu Wars. The original editor has decided to move on from the series and now with Lara Vs Chloe being in the editing process for an indefinite period and the need for me to write Lopunny Vs Renamon vastly approaching I kinda need someone to edit a few fights till I either find a permanent editor or learn to efficiently edit myself (I'm currently practicing on Waifu Wasted so anyone would respectfully point out any grammar, punctuation, or, spelling errors in Cho Chained I'd really appreciate it). And if you happen to want to be a permanent editor for the series (though I doubt anyone’s just going to volunteer for that?) I'd appreciate it. If your up for it my kik is DeathFetish777 and my discord is Vice Dark Lord#0926

Now, don't get me wrong, I DO like scatbooru. The variety and sheer collection of what was considered a hard-to-find fetish is impressive... but there is one issue I currently face with it:

1: NOBODY! TAGS! ANYTHING!: Well, that's not "completely" true, but I have dealt with currently 30-plus pages of untagged stuff, and I know there are some who frequent the booru... yet they don't tag. And no, I'm not gonna JUST make an account to tag everything single stupid thing because this isn't a job for one person to do, thank you very much. Boorus simply survive as they do because of the community that drives them and catalogs them with tags, making things easier to access for everybody. So all these untagged things... it's gonna choke the booru with huge gaps of misplaced stuff.

I doubt anyone shares my concern/complaint.

NEW YORK PARTY GIRL
by Regis



I’ve got no idea how I got into what turned out to be this crazy, extraordinary, exciting lifestyle, but hey, it wasn’t always like this. The truth is, I’m quite a good girl, really. I’m not a call girl, a prostitute or anything, I only fuck friends, and only do it at parties, where everyone’s doing it, and everyone sees everything you do, like nothing ever happens in private, the way prostitutes do it.

I expect becoming a party girl had something to do with how much fun I have riding a a big stiff cock, and the high, even hypersensitiveness of my clit, the way guys loved to plunge their raging erections into me, front and back, sometimes both at the same time, or drive a big dick down my throat, and of course maybe also it has something to do with the wild crowd I run with. Who knows?

Life is all about hooking up. Right? All my friends know I am pretty much a party girl, especially the guys who are my friends, with their constant hard-ons, drilling me at every opportunity, but I’ve got to say I still believe I’m a good girl, because actually everyone in our crowd does it, and always do it together, we never sneak off in private, like a prostitute or anything. I think I already said that.

I never did do drugs, since a girl can easily get hooked, and I never got into anything more addictive than grass and maybe sometimes I had a chance to sniff the occasional row of snow. Ya, coke. That’s what people do. Its not that bad, you know, once you get it into your system.


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Hey there!
I'm a teenage girl, ex-camgirl.
My parents found out about my less-than-savory internet persona, and essentially shoved me into a chastity box and I'm miserable.

I love guro, and I would really love somebody to talk about it with.
I'm also not sure where this goes either, apologies.

If you're interested, DM my Discord (Emi#2050). Looking forward to saying hello. (´ ∀ ` *)

please don't tell me its removed :0