Hey sup! Anything about Pussy or Asshole shootings? Preferably coming out through the mouth, if there's any!

Hey everyone, trying to find an old English manga. It's about a lesbian assassin. I believe in chapter one, she seduces a woman at a bar and kills her. In chapter two, she and another assassin fight in a hot spring. Ring a bell?

Hi, my name is Jason Couch; I’m 36 and a trucker. I’m so happy about all the benefits my profession grants me. Here is one event I had not that long ago.

I had a surprise on a trip between Chicago and Las Vegas. In the middle of the journey, somewhere in Kansas, I stopped to rest and fill my 18-Wheeler with fuel. It was already dusk, after filling up the tanks and eating, I got back in my truck to sleep. I looked out the window and saw a young couple arguing and screaming at one another.

Next to them was a stroller with a baby who, even with so much yelling and shouting. The little child was sleeping quietly. I began to wonder if the child had been drugged. After watching and listing to the couple for a bit I ducked into my sleeper and tried to sleep. I just laid there looking at the roof of the cabin. It’s been a couple of hours then, finally, everything went silent. I looked out the window, and the couple had departed, from what I could tell.

I had parked in the back part of the truck lot. There were very few of the lights working. Consequently, it was rather dark on this moonless night. I was about to crash back down on my bed, but out of the corner of my eye, the couple had forgotten the stroller, to my amazement. Being I was still very much awake, I slipped on some shorts and boots to go check out what the furious couple had left behind. On my walk over to the stroller, glanced around to see if anyone was watching. I could not see anyone or any movement in any of the sleepers on the trucks.

Inside the stroller was the same six-month-old infant I had saw earlier that night when it was a bit lighter. Had they forgotten the infant or just up and abandoned the infant? My mind was swimming with the possibilities that were before me. First, I needed to back away from the stroller and sit in a shadowed area to see if the couple would show up, realizing they had forgotten something.

I sat there and considered what my next step might be. I could grab my cell, then call the local 911 and feel good about myself. Option two was to do what I had fantasized about for many years. As that thought raced through my head, my cock was making that choice for me. Yup I would welcome that baby into my sleeper. After two hours, there was no sign of anyone new driving into the lot or anyone moving about. The time had come to grab the infant and high-tail it into my rig. I needed to go back into my rig first to get some nitrile gloves. Never can be to cautious when dealing with kid stuff. I knew this truck stop was relatively cheap, and affording a video security system was not an expense the owner would choose. I slowly walked up to the stroller and slipped my right arm under the child. When lifting, I found the infant was uncommonly light. The baby did not wake. I then quickly hustled back to my rig. Once in the sleeper, I laid it on my bed.

I was still unaware of the child’s gender. I was hoping it would be a girl, but if it were a boy, that would work also. I’ve never been picky about what I use to get my rocks off. I have been with adults of both genders and, from to time-to-time, kids of either sex. Heck, I’ve been known not to pass up an animal, alive or dead.

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Help me to find a youtube figure stop-mo video that is less then 4 minutes, posted at least 3 years ago, that has two anime styled mecha girls fighting, and one dies. Low chance it got deleted

I remeber the mecha girl figure look similiar to the picture below

Here we go again.

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But seriously, I see things have been cleaned up around here. It's good to be back.

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i'm scared to be hit by lightning but still go outside in the rain lol

Some lolis appreciates drugs… Right?

A thread for images with chocolate soft-serve; no broken, cracked or detailed scat, just long smooth poop tubes.

You are encouraged to link to existing posts instead of reuploading duplicates here.

Anything to do with head destruction / half decapitate

So this is my first time making a thread for my own stuff. I've shied away from sharing any of my art, be it nsfw or not, but as it turns out, not sharing your work starts to get pretty boring after a while. (heh) Plus, I've been wanting to share my work, but I can't find a community I feel comfortable sharing it on besides here either. So without further to do, here's some of my stuff! Hope some of ya like it!

account crime scene morgue examination and autopsy of Ellie Williams Abby Anderson

crime scene both women were found in pools of blood and also found were the murder weapons a knife and a gun

morgue examinations showed the typical injuries associated with knife and gun wounds

autopsies also showed the same

so in conclusion cause of death for Ellie and Abby Anderson was knife wounds and gun wounds

I had been curious when I read an ad at cutedeadguys.com. If young men lived in the L.A. area and were 18 and wanted to play dead with another boy the same age, other boy or boys having control over you, contact Mr. Wilson, etc. I answered the ad and I will always cherish the results.

Figured I'd start this off by dropping stuff I've gotten from him over the years, some of which I've never uploaded anywhere.

Please note that none of this is recent, he's still not doing guro anymore, so don't bother him about it.

The Hanging of Martha Lyam

The tall oak gallows that served four towns,and which was overseen by the regional executioner was located under a circular grove of tall,old trees in a shaded glade,near the borders of three of the towns.It was painted a flat,dark brown,that contrasted with the somberness of the black uprights and crossbeam of which the gallows itself was comprised..The uprights were ten square-inch oak,each nine feet tall,surmounted by an oak crossbeam of the same thickness,but which was twelve feet in length..A trapdoor that would accommodate the hanging of one prisoner,was located beneath the crossbeam at the mid-point of it's length,but most of the hangings were carried out in the manner of the gibbet ,rather than by use of the trap and drop.The traditional thirteen steps,with a rail on each side that led to the platform,,were also black and were wide enough for the condemned to be brought up the stairs by two assistants of the executioner if the subject was struggling--a common enough occurrence.The space around the gallows was large enough for several hundred onlookers on each side,although the usual total numbers were only three-five hundred, consistent with the size of the population of the area.Executions by hanging,and by beheading on the block,the executioner using a wide axe,were well-attended by both men and women,and were witnessed with enthusiasm.Public whippings and public floggings were also carried out for more minor offenses. Men who beat their wives,petty thieves-men or women-and the like,could expect to be taken to the scaffold,bound to the waiting post,stripped nearly naked,and then lashed well as all looked on.Usually,two dozen lashes were inflicted with a long,wide heavy strap to render the skin and the muscles beneath exquisitely tender and painful,then the knotted cat-o-nine tails was taken from it's leather bag,the tails made wet with salt brine,and the guilty victim well-flogged for his or her crime.The executioner used a nine-tailed cat with three-foot long tails of 1/2 inch width leather.A dozen small,hard knots graced the tails.Two dozen lashes of the strap across the naked back and buttocks,followed by a severe,no-nonsense flogging of two dozen lashes was punishment so excruciating,that many offenders were unable to control their bodily functions as it was being inflicted,this to the applause of the onlookers.There were few second-time offenders at the whipping post.After the flogging had been administered,the bleeding cuts were stanched with raw alcohol,,rinsed with salt brine and salt rubbed in to insure continued suffering for the guilty.The victim was left in shame for a full two hours before being cut down and released. Flogging before execution was also mandatory for the punishment of some crimes such as rape and molestation.

Crimes were well-punished and justice was swift and certain for the guilty.The specter of the scaffold and the public executioner insured that the law was observed by most,and that any and all lawbreakers were justly punished for the public good in a public place.The gathering of the community to see justice done on the high scaffold was a unifying event,drawing it together physically and spiritually,and affirming it's beliefs regarding crime and punishment.The use of the public whipping post,as popular as it was with men,was even more enamored of by women. Women of all ages smiled and laughed openly,and exchanged enthusiastic comments as whippings were being carried out--the grim walk up the steps,the binding to the stout oak post,the reading of the sentence aloud to those assembled,the baring of the flesh of the back and buttocks(the latter causing shrieks and squeals from women in their late teens to elderly women in their 80's.The lowering of the skirt or trousers to bare the cheeks for the singing lash,the flesh jigging uncontrollably as the victim anticipated the excruciating pain while below,the women squealed and the men controlled their grunts with varying success). The shame of suffering public whipping or flogging tied to the post,while two to three hundred men and women looked on with pleasure,was severe psychological punishment that greatly intensified the suffering caused by the well-knotted flogging cat,as it was drawn back and administered by the unsympathetic executioner.

Beheading in the traditional manner,at the high block with the condemned man or woman kneeling obediently at the block,the throat resting on the grooved portion,hands bound behind the back,and the ankles spread wide apart and tied off,drew large numbers of the populace whenever beheadings were carried out, Two years earlier a criminal gang of three men and a woman were executed by beheading at the block,the woman was beheaded third,sobbing and struggling,the leader beheaded last,also struggling desperately.The first head fell at 5:24 PM and by 5:28PM,all four heads had been chopped off and mounted on spikes,one each on the four lonely corners of the scaffold.There they remained for three days and nights. Hangings were also carried out at the pleasure of the sentencing judge and the regional high executioner. Occasionally,the hanging was carried out by the drop method with swift,harsh effect,but most often,the condemned man or woman was gibbetted in some form--twisted off a ladder,or drawn up slowly,or the small platform on which he or she stood was pulled suddenly away.The noose was positioned with great care so that the victim's weight was borne by the jaw and the side of the neck as much as possible and not the windpipe,this to prolong the procedure as long,and as painfully as was possible.The large,life-sustaining arteries and veins in the neck were also largely spared,this also lengthening the time of hanging while fully conscious and suffering severely,both mentally and physically.

The regional executioner performed his office over a forty by fifty mile area,and was always busy,either going to conduct an execution or travelling from one.He was sixty-eight years old and had officiated as the high executioner at more than three-hundred and fifty public executions over nearly thirty years..Seventy-three were of women,and of those,fifteen were beheaded,all but two with a single stroke of the axe,and fifty-eight were hanged,only four by the drop method.The rest were gibbetted and their hangings painfully prolonged. Many danced on the scaffold for twenty-two minutes or longer.The longest was that of a twenty-seven year old woman who kicked for twenty-nine minutes,then spasmed and twitched violently for several more.Of the two-hundred-eighty men,forty-one were beheaded,thirty-two with one stroke,the rest with two strokes.Two hundred-thirty-nine were hanged,only nineteen by the drop method,the rest by slow gibbetting,the longest was a forty-three year-old man who danced for just less than thirty-one minutes,then twitched badly for two or three more.His execution was still spoken of years later as the cruelest hanging in the region in thirty-eight years,but at the same time,very richly deserved.Those present enjoyed the hanging thoroughly and it was spoken of frequently for years after he danced.

The condemned prisoner who would next mount the thirteen steps to face him was a woman of forty-nine,a murderess who was going to die on the gallows the following evening to pay for her crime.Two women from several towns away would assist the executioner in carrying out his office.All three would wear hoods to conceal their faces as tradition allowed,indeed dictated.All three now stood upon the gallows platform,and the assistants were given their final instructions by the executioner.Both women,one twenty-nine,and the other fifty-five,had assisted him numerous times before. The consensus was that the condemned woman,genteel and well-educated as she was,who admitted her guilt and who accepted her sentence,would go bravely at the end. lf she faltered,the assistants would be sure she complied.No one thought she would struggle badly,but until the terrible moment of her judgement was upon her,no one would know with certainty.The following afternoon,the assistants would enter her cell and prepare her for the ordeal of judicial hanging as punishment for her heinous crime--the crude cropping of her hair,the donning of a long,dowdy-white ankle-length dress,long-sleeved,and with a modest yoke,revealing the upper half of her beautifully-shaped breasts.Her hands would be bound behind her with her wrists crossed,first with a wet ,narrow cloth strip,and then a narrow leather strap wound crossways around and over. A heavy leather strap would then be placed on one upper arm,across her back,and bound tightly to the other arm.,her bound hands first pushed up ,to hold them tightly to her body.Her ankles would then be tethered,allowing only 18-20 inches of play as she danced high and pretty to pay her debt.The hangman would make it a point for her suffering to be maximized.Her height was five feet-seven inches,and her weight only one-hundered and ten pounds,with a fairly stout neck-not masculine,but better developed than most women-the executioner knew she could be made to do an awful dance with so little weight pulling on the neck..Hundreds would watch the beautiful woman swing before them,thrashing,gurgling and kicking with violent abandon,as the knot tightened,and her neck was stretched and torn,fiber by fiber,with agonizing slowness,in retribution for her crime.

After a time,the executioner nodded to the assistants.They departed the gallows,each aware of the details of Martha Lyam's well-deserved hanging.The woman would swing for her sins in twenty-five hours.Four to five hundred onlookers were expected to attend to watch her dance-a passionately delivered solo dance, done with her whole body as it swung from the stout hemp rope. The day ended and the stars rose in the night sky and a new day began. It would be the shortest day of Martha Lyam's life and it would end at 6pm on the regional gallows,witnessed by half a thousand men and women.

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I can't believe we didn't already have a thread for this

This is part one of a snuff story I'm working on. I hope it's not too bad.

They all sat in the wagon. The whole thing rocked and freaked as it trundled along the forest trail. The sun was setting low beyond the green hills and the air in that vast forest was hot and humid, soupy.

They all sat in that wagon. Twelve in total. All the elven girls who were taken in the village raid. They were wailing with pure panic, fear, and despair. Some were too filled with hopelessness to cry and they stared out through the cage with empty eyes that were devoid of anything except acceptance. Among them was a young pointy-eared beauty, not unlike her companions, except that her eyes were a deep brown color. Her hair was mid-length and blonde, and her skin was a mix of gold and bronze that felt like lantern light against homely cottage walls. As she stared into the setting sun, her heart felt heavy with a crushing despair she had never experienced before. Her whole world was shattered in front of her, much like her comrades, as her family was slain and her home village destroyed by marauding soldiers who were hellbent on bloodshed.

The bronze-gold beauty, whose name was Merelyn, began to sob as she thought of the pain and destruction that she and the others around her had experienced. It was almost like a dream. It was unthinkable that something like this would happen, especially to a simple, illiterate elven girl like herself and her comrades-in-misery. Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she spoke to herself. "W-What will they do to us..? Why do they do this..? Mother.. Father.."

One of the elf girls who had that same empty look in her eyes had heard her words. She had the very same questions that she pondered in her mind as she drifted in and out of a pain-induced coma. Her arm was missing and covered in blood-soaked bandages and she was pale. She looked over at Merely and spoke in a low and weak voice "I..I don't know..But.."

Merelyn looked over to her quickly, expecting a response but alas there was nothing. Suddenly the wagon came to a stop, and the voices of their takers were heard. One of them hopped out of the upper part of the carriage and walked to the back, opening the doors. Some wanted to make a run for it and some began to breathe heavily and cry harder in fear. The armless elf was grabbed and dragged out onto the ground. She woke up from her stupor and began to yell and squirm as her clothes were torn off.

The man yelled at her as she squirmed and cried "Quit your yelling you knife-eared cunt and I'll make it easier for you!" He pulled a knife from his boot and showed it off as he wanted to scare the elven whore into submission.

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It's kinda niche, I think.

looking for a story i remember here from way back. a demon hunter or slayer and his horse rape torture and snuff a succubus. leave her impaled on a spear. there was a series. korg or krug something

Let's make an old fashioned nevada-tan thread