Guro

[ouranhostsock]

WARNING: This meme focuses on guro, or grotesque, kinks. This means it concentrates on sexualized violence. This meme will inherently include themes on death, mutilation, amputation, abortion and miscarriage, executions, and interrogations. It will potentially include themes on the following; dub-con, non-con, power-play, child abuse, incest, etc.

HOW TO PLAY

What to do:
1. Post with your character.
2. Include you preferences and any other information.
3. Reply to others. You may use a RNG for scenarios if you'd like... though nobody really uses that anymore, do they?
4. Have fun!

SCENARIOS:

1. Eye on you. Eye Gouging. Perhaps it was an accident, or you wanted a token of your lover to keep. Either way, it’s coming out. Now is the jar ready? Or will you be crushing it between your fingers?
2. The rabbit done died. Abortion/Miscarriage. Perhaps things didn’t go to plan, or you just couldn’t keep it. Either way it’s over, and there is gore in the wake of the event.
3. The cage around your heart. Rib gouging or breaking. Are those lovely slender bones exposed or just crushed beneath black and blue skin?
4. Hats off to you. Decapitation. With a guillotine or perhaps the swing of the blade, the head is removed with an impressive slice. Perhaps you prefer a good saw however.
5. A bite to eat. Vore. Does the cannibal eat with his hands? Well he at least eats yours.
6. A helping hand. Amputation. Perhaps it was an infection, or an injury, but either way the limb must be removed.
7. A handkerchief please. Blood vomiting. Either from an injury or disease, maybe even poisoning, suddenly you’re choking on your own blood. Such a mess!
8. Bull’s-eye. Impalement. Well I guess you didn’t dodge in time! There is now a blade, spear, glass, cutlery, or any nasty thing slammed into your body.
9. Slice and dice. Cutting. Dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of little cuts into the skin.
10. Memento mori. Scarring. A nice little reminder of an injury to remain on the skin forever. By blade, branding, cauterization, or burning, the memory will remain etched on the body.
11. Pricks and pokes. Piercing. Pain is only skin deep, but the prick will become a permanent fixture in the skin.
12. My heart is yours. Heart removal. By hand or blade, it may be the ultimate act of loathing or love.
13. Visceral viciousness. Gutfucking. Such lovely innards you have!
14. Beautiful and awful dreams. Poisoning. Arsenic, cyanide, barbiturates; so many lovely little chemicals to induce agony or even death by the end. Administered by injection or orally, knowingly or unknowingly.
15. Turning a lovely shade of blue. Asphyxiation. Maybe that breath will return to your lungs, or maybe you'll breathe your last.
16. What's inside of you? Dissection. Just take a little peek...
17. Frankenstein's Monster. Experimentation. Attach this here, reattach it there.
18. Any last words? Execution. Whether by hanging, by electric chair, by beheading, your time is up. Time to meet your executioner.
19. Like a lollipop. Eye-licking/oculingus. What? There have been weirder things.
20. The most sacred of places. Genital mutilation. Yeowch.
21. Get a bowl! Illness. Are you being nursed back to health, or has someone made you this way, and won't let you go?
22. Lie still and don't move. Necrophilia. Maybe your partner's getting a little cold, but you like that about them.
23. Pure red. Menstruation kink. This is about the tamest on this list! And if there's anything this meme has proved, it's that there's nothing wrong with getting down and bloody.
24. Pretty little head. Skull-fucking. Make a new hole!
25. A buzzing in your ear. Insects. Parasites, creepy crawlies...
26. The bells of Notre Dame. Disfigurement and mutilation. They've made you into a monster.
27. A necessary end. Death. Good night, sweet prince.
28. Scream for me. Torture. By whatever means. Hell, use these prompts as inspiration to enact all the horrors you please!
29. Ladies’ Choice! Free-form kink. Don’t see your kink listed? Don’t fear, the above are only to jog the creative process, please feel free to include your own kinks in your logs as you like.

Comments

[hostclubmanager]

She let out a sharp scream as her sleeves were cut to ribbons and small red marks began to show on her slender arms. She writhed on the ground, turning back to look at her attacker.

“I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

[onewithwater]

Marie looked at the girl curiously as she pleaded to her.

“I still need to punish you, dear. I can’t let you get away because you’re so pretty.”

A sharp tendril moved to Renge’s neck, pressing against the neck of her dress.

[hostclubmanager]

“…pretty?”

It was confusing to be complimented in such a situation. Her confusion was quickly replaced by fear as the razor sharp tendril pressed against her neck. After feeling their sting on her arms she wasn’t eager to have her throat cut. She held her breath trying not to move.

[onewithwater]

“Very pretty.”

As she said that, the bladed tendril moved down. If Renge held herself still, her throat wouldn’t be cut as her clothes started to split at the collar.

[hostclubmanager]

It takes all her willpower to hold still as the tendril cuts through her dress like paper. As it drags down her torso, more of her skin is exposed to the night air. Soon Marie will be able to see her cleavage if she looks. The tendril shows no sign of stopping there though.

[onewithwater]

No, it wouldn’t stop. As Renge’s cleavage would be exposed, the blade would press deeper, starting to cut her as it moved lower. It would go to cut away her underwear and ultimately fully split her dress in half.

[hostclubmanager]

As her dress was split Renge let out a whimper. Her breasts were hanging out by now, a thin trickle of blood falling perfectly between them. She muffled a small whimper trying to keep the other girl happy. Maybe if she was a good girl she’d escape with minimal harm.

“Do you like it?”

[onewithwater]

“Oh, very much.” She said, grinning as she looked at the other girl’s naked body. She ran her hand over the cut she made on Renge’s body, intending on making it hurt and smearing the blood against her body.

“Oh, I have such ideas for you…” her hand moved to rest on her neck, holding it as another tendril began to form, moving between her legs.

“Now, should I keep going or should I let you go?”

One of those answers are wrong…

[hostclubmanager]

Renge sucked in a breath between her teeth as the cut was touched sending a sting through her body. She could feel the tendril creeping up her leg and she had a guess where it was headed. Still she was able to recognize a trap when she heard it.

“I’ll be good and take my punishment.”

[onewithwater]

"Good girl." Marie purred before the tendril rammed roughly inside her. Her hands gripped hold of her shoulders, nails digging into her.

[hostclubmanager]

Her head slumped and leaned on Marie as the tendril pushed inside her tight pussy. Instinctively she spread her legs to give it more room as it sunk deeper into her.

[onewithwater]

As the tendril pushed further inside her, it began to thrust in her. Marie's nails dug deeper, starting to draw blood.

[hostclubmanager]

The pain of her nails digging into Renge’s shoulder mixed with the reluctant pleasure from the wriggling tendril inside her. It was a strange sensation, and Renge couldn’t quite decide how she felt about it.

[onewithwater]

There was so much more she wanted to do to her, so much more to punish her with. Another tendril came up from the ground and wrapped around the girl's neck, squeezing it.

[hostclubmanager]

Renge looked up staring into Marie’s eyes. While there was fear in her eyes, need and submission was also clear. Her breath came out in gasps, the tendril inside her making her try to breath more heavily even as her throat was squeezed.

[onewithwater]

The tendril around her neck would keep squeezing, trying to take the air out of her as her nails dragged down her body. The tendril inside her thrusted harder and harder.

[hostclubmanager]

Soon enough Renge was beginning to turn red from the lack of air, she barely even noticed the scratches. Yet still the pleasure was there, and even as she was worried she didn’t want it all to stop.

[onewithwater]

Marie would continue to thrust inside Renge, cutting her up with her nails and strangling her at the same time. Would she go so far as to take her life?

[hostclubmanager]

A disturbing thought crossed Renge’s mind. She wasn’t so much scared of dying, she was scared the woman wouldn’t let her cum first. If the tendril could feel they’d feel Renge weakly moving her hips trying to rub against it.

[onewithwater]

The tendril could feel Renge brushing against it, trying to work herself more. It would respond in kind, helping her out…

[hostclubmanager]

With the help she could feel her climax building even as her vision began to blur from lack of air. The only sounds she could make were a series of soft whines as she kept grinding against the tendril.

[onewithwater]

To help her out, Marie would lean in and kiss Renge deeply as her hands grasped her breasts, fondling them.

[hostclubmanager]

Her tongue tried to rise to meet Marie, but her strength was fading. Her breasts were firm and looked lovely with her blood smeared in them. If these truly were her last moments at least they felt nice.

[onewithwater]

Marie’s tongue would dance with Renge’s weakening tongue, her hands enjoying the feel of her perky breasts as the tendril continued to thrust inside her, ready to push her over the edge.

(OoC: Did you want her to die or should she be spared?)

[hostclubmanager]

(Ooc: how about if she passes out and comes to a minute later for more fun?)

Finally just as she loses consciousness Renge cums. The lack of air intensifying the feeling for the brief moment she’s able to enjoy it. Her legs shake as she slumps forward against Marie, a satisfied smile on her face.