I love when smart, arrogant and powerful mage girls surprised by death.

Here's the second issue of Kago's Brain Damage (Japanese only). Part 3 is almost finished and once it is I'll post it in here.

https://www.mediafire.com/?1gj76x74e540qwn

I posted part 1 here awhile ago

https://www.gurochan.cx/p2p/res/986.html

Any Guro of Dexter's Mom (aside from the heart one in one of the threads) would be really appreciated.

I wonder if there are any alternatives of gurochan where guro and loli is allowed.



Here is the list of whast I know:



For viewing pictures pixiv and exhentai are usable alternatives, but they do not have much of interactivity



there is also lolicit forum where Guro can be posted on the separate section but almost nobody is interested in anything unusual and unless you are pedophile you have nothing to do there because all content is ultra-realistic

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From the farthest reaches of my mind, I heard a woman scream.



I shook my head from side to side and drug my consciousness back into the current moment. Heather looked confused and asked me if I was okay.



"Yeah, I'm fine, perfectly fine," I said as I wondered the same thing myself. "Are you ready to order?"



She smiled her crooked, wide smile and nodded eagerly. I thought to myself, "God, I love this girl. So why am I having such graphic visions of destroying her?"

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Can Someone Draw a Picture of Pat and Mat Killing Children and Mutilating them?

Can anyone make or find some guro snuff pics/comics of Cattleya and Rana from Queen's Blade? I think i saw a couple here a while back, but can't remember where.....

Does anyone of you have a download link for Grimewave Cockface III?

Official site is terroroptics com Ty!

She was cute. But scarred. So am I. I'm not a slayer though, I've just been... through a lot. Not as much as a Top Class Assassin, though. She was, and hunted many of my fellows. Just my luck, here I was, with a beautiful big-breasted blue-eyed bitch that was tied to a chair, securely thanks to my former ship-mates. She had an hourglass figure, but I knew she wasn't a mere model. She was deadly, and the reason my crew was now dead, aside from the 2 who helped me stop her, but they had enough. They wanted no part of what I was going to do.

"Have you ever known love?" I ran my fingers over her sharp sweaty hair. It was soft and dry. My question was met with tired contempt.

"I'm saving myself for marriage." Typical of her sort. She was disciplined. I knew her training involved staying in frigid, fetid swamp water, getting frostbite and bug bites for hours. And everything she fought, that they fought for... was to fight against my personal freedom.

"And you think I should too? That I'm evil for being with the girl you murdered? You sick bitch." I saw her eyes go wide.

"Please, I thought she was someone else..." Oh, don't they always.

"You knew she probably wasn't. Just saw a fine girl, dark hair, rebel outfit, wore a symbol you disagreed with. You think 'eh, fuck it. Should kill her.'"

"I'm sorry. Just kill me and be done with it, please. If you let me go, I'll make it worth your while. I'll retire, and you can have anything." Killing her was her first suggestion. This meant that she knew where she was and who she was dealing with. At least the likelihood was enough to scare her into preferring death.

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I know there's more out there, I just can't seem to find em

Hey guys! I've started drawing more and more scat art and i'd love your guy's opinion on it! i'll post some stuff here but you can get direct updates on my tumblr! with is thedankair dot tumblr dot com!

thanks for the feedback and i cant wait to hear what you guys think!

The Fool's Baron



Alight with sound and music and gaiety, the festival rang with laughter and cheer as the King's new harlequin set herself to work, juggling and dancing and cracking wise with equal dexterity in every act as her audience heckled and cheered playfully. With some luck she had happened on the work, having been discovered by one of the king's servants when about town on an errand, and with much gusto she performed and acted and pranced, deriving a certain joy from entertaining her captive audience ... and deriving a certain joy and excitement as she felt ogling eyes on her body.



Wrapped in taut leathers and a colorful bodice of scarlet, with a tightly-drawn black corset and tall heels clicking on the floor as she moved, she knew that her dress would be sure to draw attention, and her admirers--man and woman alike--made little effort to hide their lust as they took in the show, and the fetching young lady performing it. Each high step, each demonstrative gesture caused her full breasts to jiggle, and she delighted in noticing each of their leering gazes; until she spun about in a dance and stopped before a tall and broad man, and paused. He was a mountain, a wide and strong man in sharp dress and wearing a long and pointed beard of the finest grooming. She could see quite immediately he was an important figure, and so stopped to wave a hand in bowing low, crossing one foot over another politely and bowing so low as to nearly touch the ends of her jester's hat on the floor; and when she rose again, the painted-white surface of her face creased just a bit as she winked but briefly at him. Quickly she turned and went back to her work with a neat cartwheel, and at the center of the floor she paused to again bow to the audience ... keeping her back to her admirer, and bowing low again; low enough to pinch her vulva between her thighs and present herself to him for a longer moment than was necessary to salute the crowd.



The night dragged long after that, and thoughts of before pushed away from her mind as she focused on the excited prospect of a midnight rendezvous; thoughts and questions, too, of what had happened to the previous harlequin, and those before her. As the hour grew late the party finally dispersed, dismissed by the King who had sated his palette on beer and wine and fine cuts of meats until he had lost his appetite for entertainment for the evening; and with a light and airy bounce in her step the jester left from the room to retire herself ... and yet, it was a sad and long walk to her quarters, though they were not far. She had expected to meet her admirer after the party, and yet he was scarce to be found in the hall. The corridors turned an angle, and she soon entered her quarters to begin to undress, when the door swung shut behind her.

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i am looking for an image i saw , its for a neko girl killed by 2 arrows as i remember on her stomach and she is laying on her back , and there is another blue haired girl on the right also killed but laying on her face, i wish to find it and/or find similar images to it , and if there is a nude version of it because she have a string bikini still on her (black) and its almost going to fall.



note: she somehow looks similar to the girl in the image



thanks...

So I remembered the Dodge10 archive having a lot of photo-manips, but according to his site he's shut it down because of some drama, so I was wondering if anyone knew where I could find his work in like an archive or something, I tried wayback machine but it didn't save any of the images.

I'm at a point in my life where I'd murder someone with consent.



I'd like to know for how long a body will remain fresh or 'fuckable' after death.

How could I best preserve the body and clean out the cunt for multiple uses?

Anyone out there could do a story on this chick? Names Jenna, 20, c cup pierced titties, something along the lines of kidnapped from a night out, sexual torture with garage tools by a few guys, preferably involving with some torture on the pierced nipples, cutting with a knife, obviously fucking all against her will, drugging her with all sorts of hard drugs, ending with dogs using her chasing her and killing her? Just a weird fantasy I have.

m.imgur(dot)com/a/dqvA7

The Cull



Naked and trembling, little Lola mouse stepped forth from the dressing area, with only a thin black choker bearing a name tag and registry number. Large, round ears drooped submissively as she passed through the entrance, taking note of the many cameras with their shining red lights--indicating live filming--and timid, shaky footfalls led her slowly towards her fate ... but she shook not from fright, but restrained excitement.



This was the moment she had anticipated for months; the moment she had carefully dieted for, planned for, and prepared herself for: it was her time for the Cull, her time to become a star, to be admired and lusted for and, ultimately, cum for. Once a month, it had been ordained, the population of the Lesser species must be culled, to be reduced and slashed until it could again become manageable. Rampant overpopulation had demanded it, and modern depravity had twisted it into a game of lust, of sex, and of gory delight. In short, she would be sacrificed on the totem pole of a bull's member, impaled and stretched until she burst and, quite simply, died from the fucking.



Maybe it should have been normal for a girl to have a sense of self-preservation, to want to survive and thrive and grow into old age ... but this was a great event, a festival of sex and degenerate lust, and a celebrated ending to a short life; she would be a trophy, a prize, and a star in every right, with the event televised across the world to an audience millions strong, man and woman alike waiting and edging and watching as one of the arena's stars ripped her apart upon his powerful member. Indeed, it was a volunteer's event: prey were groomed and trained and even bred for this, and often the line to apply grew longer than the list of available positions; victims could even choose from their death options, and the options soon had to be expanded to include the creative, and for mass executions--firing squad, hanging, beheading, spitting. It had become an honor, a violent and sexy ending to a life that would otherwise have no meaning. Lola had chosen the personal option, the one hardest to earn, to whom only the most "gifted" of girls could be chosen: public arena copulation.

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lets talk about what is time?

is it a illusion? or is it our brain just giving a false image of world?

where does it start where does it end?

I really fucking love muscular cocks but there's like no content for it. Does any more exist? Can /req/ help me?