Here's my first ever story on GuroChan. It's about a snuff war between TikTok influencers and established Hollywood actresses. Hope you all enjoy!

Let's see those nasty, sexy vampires getting hunted and killed.

I really love this manga, but i heard that there is a novel written by an auto called Shi Yan. Is there anyway to get his work in English or any non Chinese language? has someone found it somewhere?

I've seen a couple of guro pics on r34, does anyone have any others?

…this is remix of someone else's pic i created to get started

I was making a game, here are some my pixel draw, hope you like.

Is the filter/hide posts button coming back anytime soon?

Choose your destiny

Helllo folks, I'm looking for an old short story of a young brunette model captured by two (some kind of mexicant looking) guys. They rape and dismember her legs and arms with a chainsaw. At the end they stick her dismembered body on a spit and open her belly with a knife. She is stil alive.

I'm not really shure if the name of the story was "the model".

And I'm not shure, if it was drawn by an artist named "Zerns" but it'as long time ago, I've seen it somewere.

The last time, Ive found it as a PDF bevore I had a system crash on my harddrive.

Can someone help me out?

(The picture on the left is drawn by zerns but not from the story I'm looking for.)

Cindy recognised the thigh boots mini skirt girl from Amy's Video as she banged something against a table and said

'New girls fill in a form, be honest lying WILL be PUNISHED!'

Some of the other girls were now handing out forms which were being passed around. Cindy took one and passed the rest on. It said again on the top 'Be honest lying WILL be PUNISHED!'. The first bit was easy, Name, Cindy. The next part seemed a bit more complex, it said Age but followed with 'Girls under 10 get a free pass. DO NOT LIE WE WILL CHECK!'. Cindy looked about, she looked at the girl near by who wrote in her age, 7y6m. Cindy knew it was right as she had talked to the girl before they saw the video. Cindy sighed and wondered why she was hesitating, she filled it in, 7y3m. She couldn't understand why she felt disappointed, didn't she want a free pass. I mean she had just seen what might happen to her if not.

Next question, breast size. She blushed, she thought hers were fairly big, well at least average, but she wasn't really sure and they definitely weren't as big as Amy's. She looked at the girls next to her, 7y6m 26a. Cindy could see tiny bumps under her top, she tried not to laugh, hers were definitely bigger than that. The girl on the other side, 10y9m 30b. Cindy flushed all over briefly, wow! she had quite a lot bigger cup size, why did it make her feel good knowing that. She filled in her cup size 26d and looked around trying to read what some of the other girls wrote, 8y9m 28aa, 12y10m 30c. Cindy felt a weird flush again and wondered if hers were actually pretty big. She tried her best to think NO! they couldn't possibly be that BIG already, it just felt a lot better when she let herself secretly indulge, wow! she had a bigger cup size than a girl who was nearly 13.

Next question, estimated blend time. WHAT! How could she answer that honestly. She felt all tingly and weird again, if Amy could last 1m12s then she guessed she could maybe last 50s, she was blushing again just thinking about it. She wasn't really sure she could last that long, she was pretty sure she couldn't, but it felt really exciting to put in the highest possible time she could get away with. She looked at what the other girls had written, 7y6m 26a 5s, 8y9m 28aa 8s, 10y9m 30b 12s, 12y10m 30c 22s. Cindy thought to herself Jeez! they all wrote such low times what a bunch of small breasted babies. She flushed hard again, OMG! what was she doing, she gulped then rubbed her age out and put in 10y0m. Before she could change her mind her paper was pulled away like someone knew she had written a lie. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING!

She desperately wanted to change her age back to the correct amount but it was too late. Thigh boots mini skirt girl already had all the papers, she spread them out on the table in front of her and pulled out a few.

TBG 'If I call your name come up to the front'…. 'Sandra 14y2m 32dd 40s'.

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Tags: vampire, loli, burning, rape, semi-con/dubcon

Flames illuminated abandoned castle. Deathly pale young looking, child-like even, lady sitting in a luxurious couch - vampiress Elizabeth. Blonde curls emplasized her sparkling crimson eyes. Beneath her a woman on her knees. In a dreamy state, she moved her tounge licking cold labia, pushing them apart, touching clithoris on it's way up and going back to repeat the circle. Elizabeth answered by grabbing her thrall's hair. She hastened, letting tounge in, eager to please her mistress, but she interrupts her mindless endeavor lifting her my her hair. A bolt, destined for a vampire, entered thrall's nape emerging from her mouth. Blood squirts on vampire's pale skin.

"Not even gonna knock, hunter? What audacity." Said vampire, standing up dropping a dying body on the floor.

A tall man walked in through dark corridor, putting away a crossbow. His face was concealed by a broad-brim hat.
"Sorry to interrupt." Hunter unsheathed his sword.
"Oh, don't worry. I don't mind you taking her place." Elizabeth slowly approached, swinging her hips side to side.

Air got heavier with every step. Both opponents could feel each other's bloodlust. In a quick motion Elizabeth lunged first, but hunter retalliated, leaving a deep cut. She hissed and unleashed a flurry of claw swipes on him. Light-footed, he managed to dodge some of them, but ultimately got thrown out of balance. Following low sweep brought hunter on the ground. Elizabeth pounced on him. Sword was kicked out of hunter's hand. They struggled, trading punches and scratches, rolling on the stone floor. She didn't knew fatigue, and if he would continue close combat, she would absolutely maul him. Gritting his teeth hunter was forced to surrender, letting her climb on top.

"Ooh, what happiend? Exhausted already?" Elizabeth's hands was pressing on hunter's chest. Her small chest and respectable thights formed a beautiful pear figure. Lofty smile appeared on her face. "Or did you already fell for me?"

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Torik was down on his luck lately. A few weeks prior, he had woken up to an empty pocket and a nasty hangover at the gambler’s place. Days after that, his chickens, the sole companions he had on his home, were stolen in the middle of broad daylight. After that, his favorite cousin died after in a freak accident involving cows and coconuts. And last night, he had run finally out of weed. Life sucked, and it took all of his willpower to leave his bed earlier in the morning.

He contemplated ending it all after breakfast, but decided that a long day spent chopping firewood ought to clear his mind. After picking up his axe and and a bundle of twine, he set out.

That would turn out to be the best decision he’s made.

After a long day of gathering firewood in the safest forest around, Torik spotted a shield on the ground. He had dreamt to be an adventurer when he was a boy and still carries some of his aspirations in heart, and so he ran over to inspect the thing in hopes that he could carry it home.

Turning it over, Torik’s nose turned up as he saw a severed arm still hooked at the shield’s enarmes. He dropped the thing with a clang. Beyond it lay several more weapons, and soon he saw the bodies. His legs quivered, wanting to carry him from immediate danger, however his more adventurous spirit welled up and took over him in full. The next thing he knew, he was among Sahja’s massacred party.

Bandits. That was the first word that came to mind when Torik inspected the dead adventurer’s pockets and finding them empty. He went from corpse to corpse, hoping to find something of worth to pawn or even use himself. A few corpses worth of fruitless looting later he stumbled upon a great prize.

A fine specimen of a catgirl lay in the ground before him, tits up and eyes wide. A straight line of blood trailed from where her throat was slit. Hands reached out for her open throat, probably trying in vain to stop the blood from leaving her system. Paleness took over her skin from the lack of blood left in her system. Torik knew the girl, at least by name. They had stopped by the town’s inn for a spell just the day before and now she was dead. Dead gorgeous that is, he added mentally.

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SauceNAO has failed

It was the sound of high pitched  moans which alerted the man in the khaki uniform to the fact that someone was upstairs still. He was high on speed and coke and alcohol and had a raging hardon due to the probably unhealthy amount of viagra he had thrown in. He hadn't actually checked if there was someone still in the building, after he had seen the target of his violent fantasies: that woman from the tram, blond, with big full breasts, sleeping in her bedroom. A beauty. A true milf.

In his right hand the man held his knife. In his left a bunch of fabrics coated in stimulants, just like the ones that he was on. The drugs and his perverse predisposition and the fixed idea to commit a lust murder just to know how it felt had brought him here.

Just a few steps had separted him from his victim, when he heard the moans. He froze, exhaled, bit on his lips. Female. Young. Coming from upstairs. So that beautiful but exhausted looking woman on the bed, a doctor from the nearby hospital, whom he had stalked several days now before he, fired up by the drugs, finally brought up the courage to do it… truely was a milf. He had to check. Of course.

After sneaking up and peeping through a barely opened bathroom door, the man saw the little girl. 10… probably 11. She was masturbating, moaning even. Her eyes were closed. And suddenly a new idea formed in his perverse head, one which was even more violent… more disgusting.

When he had snuck through the corridor below he had noted a little handheld cam, one of the modern ones, easy to carry on a cupboard. He had actually thought about using it to witness and record the deed…the murder by his hands… but his urges had hurried him on. But there was a TV in the mothers room, just opposite of the bed with red satin sheets on which she was sleeping. This was the home of a little family that was well off…

A violent grin accompanied the terrible plan, that was forming in his mind.

He had to act quickly though, If he wanted to "catch" that little girl in the act still. Her mom was sleeping deeply, but for what his sick mind had cooked up, she would have to be awake.. but bound.

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anyone know the name?

I made this. Hope you enjoy, you nasty freaks (;

I did this in Corel painter classic several years ago. I think it's one of better works but I don't feel comfortable posting it to my social media pafes

Source request

When I enter archive.guro.cx, it redirects to guro.cx. archive.guro.cx have precious old pic but I can't find it;(

Anyone know the source or artist for this?

Northern Angels

(shooting, massacre)

Andrew would’ve preferred to take a couple of bullets to the brain before even thinking about cutting Mother off in traffic, much less cross her intentionally. Their boss wanted them to break into one of her brothels and slaughter everyone inside.

Failure meant far worse than a few bullets. If they refused, the Family would shove them into a metal casket and drop them to the bottom of the Pacific Ocean before next Monday. If Mother’s people caught them … Andrew didn’t want to think about it.

Mother didn’t know about them or that they would be coming to her brothel to kill everyone, the Family did. What did it matter if they feared Mother when crossing her only meant a chance at a horrible death while not crossing her was a guaranteed death? Knowing the options, they made their way to a dozen miles outside of Anchorage and crept through the woods to a house called the Northern Angels.

“Ya think it’s too late to turn back now?” Cori asked, crouching behind a bush.

“Haven’t you been in much tougher spots than this? You’re supposed to be one of the most dangerous hitwomen, aren’t you? That’s what they told me.”

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