I think this should be in /rp
I don't know why but...
To infinity, and beyond!
I'd say I got off pretty easy, Classic throat slit, I'm down.
Who's the author of this beauty?
Sorry, but no idea, I believe I found it on an older incarnation of gurochan.
Now I'm confused, the pic that's showing under my name isn't the one I posted
It was like a fairy tale come true. A chance encounter with a handsome prince from a small but wealthy nation. He enjoyed your company and before long you were going on trips to exotic destinations with him. One night, after a round of passionate love making, he asked if you would like to spend the rest of your life with him. You accepted his proposal without hesitation.
You woke up inside a glass cabinet. Your body wouldn't move. Panicking, you cried out for help but no voice came out. Your eyes darted around the room. There were other women here too. Limbless, surgically paralyzed living-dolls in glass cabinets. You realized your fate.
You served your dear master silently and faithfully as his sex toy. He would use any or all of your three holes, and his servants would clean and tube feed you. There were many other dolls in the harem, but he always gave you some attention. Every now and then a new doll would arrive, and another would disappear. Eventually, you became the oldest doll in his collection and you knew that your days were numbered.
Today, the prince brought you to his bedchamber and made love to you just as passionately as before your transformation. You were worried that he had grown tired of you, and this delighted you.
The prince fits a ring gag into your mouth. Perhaps he likes how it looks on you.
"I've had many concubines but none have been as unforgettable as you have. I won't let your beauty wither. Go to sleep knowing that I have always loved you."
He guides his cock into your mouth and pushes your head down into his crotch. The full length of his penis fills your throat. It doesn't take long for your body to twitch for oxygen. As your mind slowly goes blank your thoughts are only of your beloved.
I love you master. I love you master. I want to die on your cock. I love yo-
(now it's this slut's turn to be snuffed!)
this is my favorite way to die...
I posted the wrong picture. Lmk if this leaves you better or worse off.
I really like that one
who is this pixiv artist?
strangled to death then raped by pigmeus
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Interesting tool for the total extraction of female genitalies, internal and external.
Are there punch, or vulva-shaped meat cutters for this ?
I'm unsure, but I know I like this concept.
Playing dress up for your clients isn't anything new. So when he asked you to wear those stockings, those gloves and that collar, you easily agreed. After all, it kept everything important that he wanted available.
Having ridden him to your mutual exhaustion, you were ready to pull off of him. As you were doing that, he snapped his fingers, and a sharp pain shot through your neck. You fell forward, onto his chest, but as you hit him, you saw your own body, him still inside you, now headless - blood coming from your neck.
You try to be surprised, but as he begins to fuck your headless body and your vision fades, you console yourself to the knowledge that he did pay for full service, and the cheque cleared.
At first, you think nothing of it. A black picture? A picture won't kill you, and it doesn't. Your day continues, you move on with life, and shortly you stop thinking about it.
The world continues to spin.
One day you marry. You weren't ever expecting to, but you met her at a party and you both hit it off right from the start, maybe because neither of you like parties. She doesn't share your hobbies, and you stop looking at this sort of porn. It doesn't feel like much of a loss; you've grown older, perhaps wiser, and certainly a romp in bed is far more fun than staring at your monitor.
You slowly begin to realise that the world is getting worse. Not in the way you talked about as a teenager and young adult, where you griped, but things were fundamentally okay. It's no single thing. Climate change, a worsening geopolitical climate, regular wars and waves of refugees from the poorer nations and, ever so slowly, worsening xenophobia in the richer ones. It doesn't take long before those refugees are turned away at the border. A few years later, it doesn't seem odd when the military is tasked to slaughter a wave of them. In-between you grow more and more fond of reading the news, even as they get less and less pleasant to read.
You hear about waves of mass death in central Africa, not because of starvation or war, but because of heat and humidity that's simply too much to survive. The same heat-waves affect Asia and America, but those two regions still have functional power and the technology to let them survive it. *Usually*, they do; it takes time, the first time it happens it's a total fluke, but eventually a heat-wave coincides with a hurricane, power is lost and hundreds of thousands die. This forces the government to invest in hardening, though some of the more vulnerable islands are simply evacuated.
Humanity migrates northwards, and southwards; there are a series of minor wars over the defrosted parts of Antarctica.
You have one child. Just the one. You and your wife talk about it, and you both decide that it wouldn't be fair to have more; that you shouldn't have had even the one, really, although you love your daughter with all your heart. Thirty years have passed from today...
And you realize you're not aging.
This is false. Truly, you realized a decade ago, and you suspected before. This day is, merely, the day you can no longer lie to yourself—or to your wife, when her friends ask her awkward questions. You're starting to look like your daughter's boyfriend, rather than the husband of your wife, though you'd be nauseated at the very thought of touching your daughter that way.
It doesn't tear your family apart; you're stronger than that, and they help you hide the situation, even though your wife is confused and—though she'll never say this—slightly jealous.
My precognition stretches no further. What happens next I cannot say, save for the broadest of strokes. Your immortality is absolute, and even should you fall victim to a government or corporation, you will never die. Not for anything humanity can do, nor their successors, who might by this time be getting close. It's hard to say; so much depends on how your people resolve your next challenges, internal and external. Truly, I am not optimistic. You would not be the worst-prepared species to ever succeed, but you are far closer to 'worst' than to 'best', and it is rare to succeed at all.
I will not be looking at what happens. Perhaps one day you will understand why, or perhaps you will have succumbed to memetic destruction. That might be the easiest death, if so, but it isn't what I see my gift giving you.
You will not die.
Not when civilization falls, nor when it reaches to the heavens. Not when everyone around you turns in their flesh for carbon lattices, nor when artificial suns and engineered bacteria ensure their final end. And not, even billions of years later, when the sun swallows your planet whole—as it shall, if humanity hasn't torn it and the planet both apart. That would be the *good* outcome, by the way.
You will never see an alien. Humanity is alone in this universe, and almost every universe like it has no life at all. Your existence is an utter fluke, a blip on the radar of a universe so inhospitable few could believe life could ever have existed, but I will make yours, and yours alone, last. None of my kin will ever think to look here.
A trillion years hence, when the final star dies, you will remain. You will be cold, unable to move, and you will have been suffocating for all that time, but you will not die.
A quadrillion years later, when singularities pepper the vacuum with their final bursts of light, you will not die. Nor will you see them; your eyes never could, even had they not been frozen. The pain, however, that will remain.
If all that time had been akin to a single drop of water, you would have to wait for all the oceans of the world. That is how much time will pass, before you begin to feel something new. Not the birth of a new universe, but the death of the old, as the cosmic expansion speeds up until your body is finally, mercifully torn apart, each molecule individually separated from every other. Then, then you will die.
There is no reason I'm doing this. I will do nothing to help you, nor will I help anyone else. If you must have an answer, I would say simply... boredom. A passing whim, as my consciousness crosses the surface of yet another doomed backwater. A flicker of thought, a moment's amusement worth less to me than the smallest blink of an eye is to you.
I will stick around for a while, just a short time. I'm excited to learn what the next poster has in store for me.
Noping out of here.
omfg I just died laughing
For those of you, who are bored of this shit and want to earn some real cash.. join hashtraders[dot]biz/?ref=zaheerk
Thats it, the thread is over.
That'll ring for awhile...
Psh, everyone knows "consensual" is the only important word in that phrase ;P
The one on the left, durr.
Wasn't there more to this? Artist has deleted it from their pixiv page
How fitting. I'm quite vain.
Hmm. Our friend here is lucky enough to die of an awful spanking!
I take it to mean 3 fit peeps of the opposite gender masturbate to me and give me a quick death so I don't fall to disease.
Sorry to say yours isn't as pleasant. I don't have many of those. No, your next life will end shortly, being tied naked by some bullies who will force feed you some shit pills. They'll give several times the dose to be sure you have a wild ride, but when you're found by the school masses class next morning... well they didn't bank on an investigation.
Nor did all your other peers bank on finding a beautiful corpse dangling above shit showers.
Shux! Ty! Well one got spanking and the other died of scat... how about we combine the 2? Your orgasms will be scrumptious!
Some witchery will keep you around as a nice ghost though, however painful, gross, and embarrassing your afterlife might be.
Thanks for so much blood. I need more of that.
Simply make out with 2 lovers as your bodies are disintegrated layer by layer.
Good work! Do you know the artist?
At least post a picture to keep the thread going. Artist is apparently https://www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=7810703
, but he seems to have deleted all his work since.
Thank you, surrealism
hi everyone. it is great site. thanks for all.
You devious little minx! You were making good money, showing your tender young body to the public.
If only there wasn't this one weird guy who seemed obsessed with you, sending you lewd suggestions. You should choke yourself, or cut into your soft skin. With time his suggestions did become more aggressive. He wanted to see you suffer, 'I want to see you impaled on a broomstick and hear you scream until your worthless live blows out, you dirty little cunt!'was his last message.
His threats probably turned you on as well!
Just today, he wouldn't follow your stream.. You hear footsteps in front of your appartment. Probably the neighbour. Would they hear your lustful moaning inside? Damn, that thought almost makes you cum!
A loud bang comes from the door! Foodsteps rush towards you!
You barely have time to turn your head before you feel sharp pain coming from your neck!
You hear a spraying sound just from below your left ear. You are trying to scream but can only gurgle.
The panic and pain are to much and drive you over the edge. You feel your body spasm in orgasm, offering a macabre show to your audience.
As your assailant hacks off your head, the world goes dark around you. All you can hear are the blood spraying from your twitching rump and the constant binging of incoming donations.
In the end, your live didn't end up to have any other purpose than serving as entertainment to some perverts. The video of your embarassing end will probably circle the internet for a while, for all your friends and family to see and realize, what a dirty whore you realy were.
>>61618>new boli guro
where does he post his guro stuff?
nothing, away with you. It's not even your pic.
Break in and steal your router so you can't fuck up the flow anymore