>>79621
Sauce?

From GeGeGe No Kitaro

Episode 1 (2018)

I think you are right they are now stricter about certain stuff, but it's still the "best" place to find art.
>>>/art/ also exists as a safe space for guro artists

I'll bet there's lots of Joker fans out there. Can you find any of his creative work?

Do not bother yourself with Joker, just a bored retard. I loved the story, and I'm in love with Kate, very sexy story, thanks for it!

Kate is an unusual woman, as she views her work as 'normal' and sees nothing disreputable about it. I love that kind of personality and attitude.

I personally thought that story was very good. I enjoy preteen and teen characters and killings. I particularly loved the part about men betting their wives family jewels and not caring if they survived.

>>8231
I, for one, am VERY interested!

It had been a little over a week that she had been lying in bed, naked and helpless. She was alone most of the time, as she knew she would be. The exceptions were the two nights her husband - no, she had to stop thinking of him as her husband, that was over now - Jacob had come to fuck her and when her nurse, Isabel came in to care for her. Isabel was a middle-age woman, dark skin, skinny, and quiet. Sometimes she chatted casually to Donna as she cleaned the room, changed the sheets, and feed the limbless woman ever day, but it wasn't often. Usually she went about her work silently, a pleasant little smile on her face for no apparent reason. Isabel was in charge of Donna, keeping her clean and healthy and somewhat comfortable - she washed the woman ever other day, taking care of the wound from her latest surgery. Donna did not know where Jacob had found the able nurse, and one he trusted to keep quiet about what went on in the house, but Isabel, so far, had done a great job.

There was little for Donna to do, limited as her movement was. She could twist herself and wiggle a bit on the bed, her small stubs gave her just a little push. Jacob had a TV for her with a remote she could control with her mouth and a computer by her bed so she could read or surf the web. She was a bit lonely, but more than that, she was crazy horny. Two times with Jacob since the day of operation was not nearly enough! Two times a day wouldn't be nearly enough! And in her turned on state, she couldn't help but read sex stories on-line and look at porn sites all the time, which only made her worse. She was barely sleeping at night, the hot, burning lust so maddening wild she couldn't relax enough to slumber - and those few hours she did brought on crazy dreams of wild sex parties where she, limbless, was passed around from person to person to do with as they pleased - when she awoke, she was soaked with sweet and her sheets drenched with her over-flowing juices.
It was on such a night, as she drifted off into a light sleep, the visions of wild, rampant sex starting to form in her mind, that the door to her small chamber burst open and the lights above her exploded to life. She was started at the sudden intrusion, and stunned by the rude awakening to bright lights. Someone was in the doorway and approaching her, but it was a blur, a misty form she could not identify.
She blinked a few times; a little afraid at first. Her room was a small addition to the house in which she had lived, one door from the outside and another through the house. Her fear fled her when she realized this person had come through the house - she figured it must be Jacob. But as her eyes focuses, she saw it was not the man she had been married to, but rather her son, Michael.
He was sneering at her, glaring, wearing only his boxers, which where tenting out in front from the hard-on barely concealed within. He was at the side of her bed and shoved his boxers down, kicking them off. He was hard, alright - his young cock jutting from his groin. Seven inches, maybe a little longer, he was nearly the same length as his father, but his cock was curved more and seemed much harder.
"I was jacking off up stairs," he started, seeing her eyeing him up. "And I thought to myself, what the fuck am I doing when I have some helpless slut down in the basement who probably needs a hard fucking anyway. I might as well fuck a cunt then use my hand."
Donna couldn't believe the language he was using in front of her, he never had said anything like that before in her presence, but she didn't say anything to him about it. He climbed into the large king-sized bed, his hands going right for her tits. He squeezed them hard, mauling them in his rough grip, pinching and twisting at each nipple. He pulled them, lifting her torso from the mattress by her boobs. She winced, the pain agonizing, but she did her best to not scream. She was sure the walls were sound proof, so waking anyone in the house wasn't a problem.
He mounted her body, sliding his cock up and down her cunt a few times and then jabbing at her. He was inexperienced - Donna figured her must be a virgin and most of his sex ed having come from porn movies, he figured he could just shove it in. But it was not so easy, and he ended up stabbing her thighs several times before he rammed his cock home into her cunt.
He humped away, once more showing his lack of experience, but Donna didn't care. She was so lusty now, that being even his clumsy stabs had brought her close to rogasming - now that he was actually in, his fumbling thrusts were pure heaven, and her body rocked instantly into an incredible explosion of climactic delights.
Michael was rough with her, slamming her down on the bed, brutally attacking her with his whole body. He had never taken it well, her operations. She and Jacob had been very forward with their children, always wanting them to understand what was happening and why. They both had known from and early age about sex and kinks and fetishes, how Donna's driving goal in her existence was to become what she was now - the limbless, powerless, living fuck-toy. They both knew that she had no disease, that she lost her limbs for the pleasure and sexual desire it stirred in her. Michael had always resented it - resented the fact that he had to take care of her, that he and his family were pitied, that he was loosing his mother all for her selfish sexual needs, and he was taking all that anger and frustration out on her body right now. And it only excited Donna more, knowing that. Her body quivered and shook beneath his as she came again and again from his savagery.
He did not last long at all, and when he came, he stopped and shook, moaning softly as he shot his seed into his mother's womb. She was infertile, now, so Donna had no worry about become pregnant. She silently regarded her son, watching his face as he came. She felt bad that she had but him through so much in her life, but at least now she felt like they had a connection, one that had never existed before between them. It wasn't love, not like that shared between most mothers and sons, but at least it was something.
He was still for a few moments, letting his balls drain into her body, and then he pulled out and climbed off the bed. "Fuck, at least now you are good for something," he mumbled. "That's about the most useful you've been in years."

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I have mixed feelings about this, as I'm usually not interested in adult women in general and especially in mother/son incest, but there's also an interesting and rare fetish in this story. It also makes me curious how Lisa will return to the story, as surely if the story introduces her as a character she's going to play some role?

This is excellent, and I look forward to more!

Unless you are TheChaosGrey (which I think you aren't, because otherwise you'd have said it first), then you are a thief.

The original story (and many others), can still be found here https://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/chaosgrey/www/stories/single/tobecomeafucktoy1.html

Stealing stories from other authors to prop yourself is pathetic and you should be ashamed of yourself.

For anyone going to chaocgrey's page (at least on Mobile, but possibly on desktop as well), depending on your browser settings you may not be able to see any of the text until you highlight it.

Also, slim doesn't specifically claim that they wrote the story, but I do agree it's misleading (and kinda sucky) that they made no mention of the original author.

That being said, there's definitely no rule against posting other people's work here, and if nothing else it sheds some light onto TheChaosGrey's works, though only because Falquian pointed it out

And This is beheading movie.
https://motherless.com/4DD0480

Bump!

The manga has plenty of guro stuff in it but there’s barely any on the internet

The title seems different
https://www.mangaupdates.com/series/b49jj90/shinibitogatari

Bump

>>38338
Thanks. Great work with the Kali hanging!

since lolicit is down, we should post more here.

>>33829
I love this set. Wish there were more like it.

>>67746
Sad how this is the only resolution… Does anyone know if there are better versions or the artist?

>>67746
>>98765
Hmm… Guess I'll have to re-make it myself

>>16288
Does this resembles the prohibited AI work that was deleted? i'll just blurout the lolis just to be safe. thanks.

Looks like a usual western comic, dw about censoring

Oh come on how that can even resemble anything realistic?

Also even if you decide to trace real image then the potential problem is only if that's recognizable as some real person and you also state the real person name.

AI get removed when it looks exactly like a photo where it becomes next to impossible to tell if this AI or photo.

>>16292
>>16292
Phew! Thats a relief. Cenobite scared me.

By realistic I meant Western, example X Hard Draw. Sorry, I dont know all the terminologies. Almost all the arts here are hentai style thats why I asked the question to make sure I dont upset the admins.

I saw 1 hyperrealistic sketch in Scat section from 2009. That artist definitely rotoscoped the faces lol. Those are very rare.

I scare ya, do I? >:D

Lol bro that's fine, to post like look over 3dcg and g and most to all those images are fine. I was responding to the dude under you. We've had quite some incidents we've cleaned up and still clean occasionally lol.

I hope to see a fuck ton more of your post in the future. Now you BETTER post >:D

I think the picture I'm looking for is somewhere on this sight. I've checked the guro section under various topics but no luck.

If you're looking for a photo, it's probably been deleted from the site: photos (and images that are realistic enough to be easily mistaken as such) are not allowed on this site. Unless you're looking for a drawing inspired by the event?

Probably not inspired event. I didn't know about the rule. Then it was likely deleted from here and I should search else where.

If by chance, someone is looking for the photo. Additional details.
- The photo was taken in the morning
- The victim wasn't necessarily crushed by a beam. The beam fell on the car and the ceiling of the car crashed down. But only the part where her head was positioned.

This was great, keep going!

When I woke up, the room was moving from side to side, and I groggily tried to remember where I was. Oh right, held captive by the Symbionese. Ugh. With my sister Lani and my neighbor Manami. Both were, mercifully, still asleep, as well as being alive. The rapist soldier was nowhere to be seen. We were all alone.

The cabin's motion started to make me nauseous, though. I started to feel sick to my stomach. We were all naked, in a fluorescent-lit torture chamber that happened to have beds and the aforementioned table, and I scampered over to the lone toilet. There was no privacy. I was dripping sweat and feeling sick to my stomach. I started to heave. Green (or was it red?) goop flowed out of my mouth and mostly into the toilet. Unfortunately, some of it wound up on the seat and on the floor near the toilet. I grabbed some toilet paper (at least that "luxury" was provided) and wiped it up, throwing it into the sloshing toilet. I was still feeling dazed and sick, though, and I crawled a little bit until I passed out.

When I came to, Lani was awake and moaning, and then she saw her leg stump and started to cry. Pee was all over my thighs and in a puddle near my twat.

"Damn", I thought, "I must've peed when I blacked out. I need to clean up AGAIN. Ugh!"

Lani started elbowing her way to the toilet, and then she pushed herself up on her one good leg and started a three-limbed crawl to the toilet. Lani almost made it to the seat when a yellow stream of piss issued forth between her legs, spilling onto the floor nearby. Surprised, Lani let go of the seat and fell back onto the floor - right into her own pee. Lani screamed.

I was feeling a bit better by now, even though we were still at sea and the room was still moving around, so I got up and wobbled shakingly towards Lani. I grabbed more toilet paper to wipe us up.

However, a foul odor now issued from Lani's butt. Seems like she had now shat herself in the fall, and THAT needed to be wiped up as well. Dang.

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The next morning, I woke up on the floor. I could hear Manami breathing; the lighting was bright as usual, and I realized that I was all dark red with blood and flesh for some reason. I realized I was on something soft and rather stinky. I grabbed for it, only to find out that it was some of Lani's body parts. I gagged and tried to scramble to the toilet, only to go slipping on Lani's guts and go sprawling over Manami's hips. Manami woke up and screamed as I sweatily dry heaved. What the heck?

I guess that some sailor or soldier must have cut up Lani's other body parts and then put the parts next to and on top of us while we were sleeping. More next to and on top of me than on top of my slender black haired Japanese pal.

I was, literally, wearing and slipping around on my sister. Eww.

The toilet was accompanied by a sink and a hose, suggesting that there were means of washing up. Unfortunately, the sink's water flow was meager and there seemed to be no way to turn the hose on. So we were stuck being filthy in the remains of my sister.

I hugged Manami and I wondered if, indeed, this was it for us. Would we ever get out of here alive? Being imprisoned here was boring, and we didn't know what, if anything, to do. We talked about our families and origins, speculated about the Symbionese, and then I cupped Manami's right breast and started tickling it. Manami was startled.

"Oh, Nami-chan, what else is there to do? We might as well play with each other, right?"

Manami thought for a moment, giggled, and playfully slapped me. I spanked her on the butt and massaged her shoulders and started feeling her, circling her nipples ever so softly. I had never had a lesbian encounter before, and neither had she. (She had a boyfriend up until our town burned down, and I was on close terms with a couple of guys, one with benefits.)

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I tried to sweet talk myself out of getting killed. I introduced myself as Alaina, and I told them of my history and my town, and how I spent my days before the war, in my wonderful town and the little garden shop I worked at. I asked soldiers about their history, and I flirted with one of my kidnappers. Over a few days, he fell in love with me, and we got to talking with one another on a regular basis. He took me off the pole after about a day and shunted me off to a prison cell near his barracks, not too far from the bamboo spikes. At last! Progress was being made!

I offered to do chores for my Symbionese paramour, a lanky dark haired guy by the name of Lee Ting Hou. He said, "Start by sweeping up the floor", which I did. Soon I was making his bed and doing other odd jobs, and we fucked each night saucily and lovingly.

This was how we passed the next several days until the Americans came and rescued me, in a brilliant invasion. Unfortunately, the barbarians that had taken me, my sister, and Japanese friend hostage couldn't resist taking one last swipe at me, as guns were firing and explosions were ringing out.

The commander arrested my boyfriend of the moment, Lee Ting Hou, in front of me while the battle noisily raged, and stripped him naked from the waist down. The commander then read out what I presume to have been charges in Symbionese, and someone else - a subordinate - drew a sword, pulled at his dick, and lopped the organ off. I flinched. Hou also lost his right hand and was disemboweled as I gasped. He was then abandoned as I stood there, nude and handcuffed behind my back, and then I felt a sickening wrench from underfoot. I screamed and tried to kick, but I quickly faceplanted. I tried to roll over, and then I felt a sharp pain in my right leg. Soldiers had grabbed both of my legs and were now proceeding to saw through my right thigh. I couldn't bear it. I gasped and started to scream, but a soldier muzzled me in the mouth. The next thing I saw was my foot, coming at my face. I tried to get up but soldiers were holding me down. I felt burning at my thigh and nothing below there. I was sure they'd come for the other leg at this point or impale me or rape me or something, but gunshots rang out and they went fleeing. I squirmed around and tried to get or sit up, something not easy when you're handcuffed behind your back. I took to trying to roll on the ground or something, and thought I would succeed in pushing myself up somehow, but I had trouble w

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More like this plz

The Starfish Affair
By DX

Karen shivered in the cold damp air. She could see the waves of goose pimples ripple across her mellonous breasts, her nipples swelling to the size of thumbs.
It wasn't the cold that made her shiver.
She didn't try to protest. It would have done her no good even if they had not ripped the tongue from her mouth a week or so ago. They had strapped her to a post, securing her head and body with thick, leather restraints, then rammed a heavy gauge steel ring through her tongue which was then hooked to a come-a-long.
It surprised her, as it always had, that she was not beyond feeling. That the never ending cycle of pain would always renew, refresh in its delivery of unimaginable trauma. How could her charred, shredded throat still scream with such volume, spiraling upwards as the torment turned up a notch was beyond her.
Her tongue was stretched slowly as they took their time, clicking the handle of the ratchet with intended affect. Her tendons straining, stretching, pulling her tongue out beyond imagination. She was choking, her neck pulled too far and her tongue still going further.
It exploded with a fine shower of blood as her tongue finally gave way, ripping from her mouth leaving a stringy trail of tendons and veins.
The last time they removed her tongue, they had nailed it to a table and let hungry rats nibble it off. The time before that, they nailed it high on a wall, then let her hang from it until her own, pain wrought thrashing caused it to finally tear.
Now, in the cold, cold cellar, she waited her fate. Ahmed busied himself, testing the mechanism that would release the guillotine.
She felt the Professor's hand on her shoulder, pushing her forward. Karen didn't resist. She couldn't.
Karen gazed distantly, unresponsively at the monstrous machine before her. Polished wood and gleaming brass brackets and screws handsomely made up its base like a collector's piece of fine furniture and not a butcher's toy of death. Its blade locked in its casement above, glimmered like a mirror, its edge wickedly sharp. A heavy spring coiled against it so when the trigger was thrown, it fired down with tremendous force ensuring a crisp, clean cut.

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>>16441
Found it

>>16442
Looking good. Is there more related to this?

>>16454
>>16454
This is the guys pixiv:
https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/26020937
Think he had a fanbox but he got rid of all the content so I don't know how to get the uncensored version.