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Breaking news regarding Saddam’s invasion of Kuwait from artist Cavelo!

Press Release: Iraq
by Cavelo

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[WB]IRAQ TORTURE CHAMBER IS REPORTED IN KUWAIT […]

Vote for your favorite stories from September & October. You may vote for up to FOUR different stories. After placing your vote, enjoy this month’s bonus story. Just follow the link below the results after you […]

After all of the gruesome clips from Halloween, perhaps its time for a palate cleanser? Chris Pratt visits a very unprofessional doctor’s office and ends up with his ass invaded. This movie looks ridiculous but, […]

Halloween 2018: Here’s a very strange and grotesque short film perfect for a Halloween update!
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HALLOWEEN 2018: Suspected serial killer is treated harshly in a mental facility including
a caning in these scenes from horror show.
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HALLOWEEN 2018: A deserving victim receives very harsh treatment in this gruesome scene from popular horror show.
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In the closing pages of the series, Tough Love Productions holds it’s immensely popular “lottery” where audience members and the television audience can win some alone time with a captive youth in need of […]

Up next is Marine private Derek Johns who is stripped in front of the audience before the bidding begins.

Selling Tough Love – Part 11 (Page 7)
by Kronmire4
Art by Amalaric
Series: Selling Tough […]

In the final scene, Marty Stiles makes another appearance and the lottery winners enjoy some one-on-one time. A big thanks to Kronmire4 and Amalaric for their fantastic efforts on this hot series!

Selling […]

Halloween 2018: Another very gruesome scene but I do really like the moment he cuts off his underwear.
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True current news story from Mexico that may be of some interest….

El Vengador of Puerto Vallarta
by Various News Organizations

Meet the Vengador Encuerador, the Mystery Vigilante Shaming […]

Amalaric shares his take on the film Midnight Express in this hot one-off featuring some very sexy manips!

Midnight Express (reprise)
by Amalaric

Maybe you remember that old film from the 70’s called ‘ […]

A young Turkish hottie gets stripped to the waist and whipped by an enthusiastic shirtless
& sexy sadist in this scene from a Turkish television series.
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The poor young turkish hottie takes a brutal whipping and
even more harsh treatment from a second and angrier interrogator.
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Handsome cowboy is captured, stripped off his shirt and staked out in the
desert by a group of Indians in this scene from classic Western TV show, Hondo.
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Captured black cop Abel spends some alone time with Carlotta before he is rented out to a group of horny men.

This Little Piggy Went to the Market – Chapters 14 & 15
by Horny Old Fag
Series: This Little Piggy Went to the Market

CHAPTER 14

Carlotta lounged across a black velvet kidney-shaped bed in her brightly colored matador jacket and usual jodhpurs. She tapped a riding crop against her thigh-high boots. “Kneel before your mistress, swine.”

Despite standing a good foot taller and having at least a hundred pounds on the bitch, Abel sank to his knees. If he took her hostage, he might gain momentary leverage, but would eventually get taken down, and very likely jeopardize his family’s safety. Besides, surely, she was armed.

“Wise decision, Nigger Pig. You’re not as dumb as you look.”

Carlotta rose to pour herself a shot of tequila and light a cigarette. She retrieved a small hand-carved wooden box from her desk and removed a syringe. “You look like you could use a boost.” Grabbing his left ankle, she injected his foot. Within seconds, he felt a thousand times better. Aside from taking morphine for a bullet wound once, the strongest drug he ever imbibed was caffeine. He wondered what he was on now. He sure enjoyed the sensation.

Carlotta logged in to her laptop and opened a folder labeled NP. She played a video of his home in South Shore. Destiny and Indigo stood on the front lawn, arguing over a game of jump rope. Kaila shouted at the girls to get inside.

“As you can see, your family doing just fine without you.”

Abel brushed aside a tear. The bitch clicked open a news article from the Tribune. The headline read, “Corrupt Cops Flee Murder Scene.” He scanned the copy. Two police officers had murdered two guys and fled the city. By the time he got to the end, he realized the subjects in question were he and his partner.

The corners of Carlotta’s lips curled in an enigmatic smile.

Abel read the article again. The bodies of a black man and a Mexican illegal had turned up in an abandoned warehouse on the east side. Ballistics had matched the bullets that killed the black man to his weapon and those that had ended the Mexican’s life to his partner’s gun.

“Jiggy and Pancho got greedy.”

He finished the last few paragraphs. A spokesperson for the Chief of Police confirmed the alleged murderers had known dealings with drug cartels, which was a blatant lie. Why would the guy sell them out like that?

“We always cover our tracks.”

“So my family thinks”—Abel struggled for words—“You bitch.” Carlotta drove the sharp toe of her boot into his nads. He squawked and doubled over.

“You should kiss my feet, Nigger Pig. Letting those bitches go free is costing me a shit ton of money.”

“Is that all your care about?”

“Gotta pay for this lavish lifestyle somehow.” Carlotta indicated the sparse room with a sweep of her arms. “No, seriously, I loathe chotas like you.”

“I tried to help those girls.”

“You signed their death warrants, you self-righteous prick. Now, you’re gonna put that plump cocksucker and fine booty to work making up for their loss. Refuse and your family pays your debt.”

Abel sighed and stared at his knees. From what he had witnessed, Carlotta was more than capable of delivering on that threat.

Rosa flounced inside. “Mama, I’m gonna take a shower.”

“Now, Rosa, really?”

“I’ll be quick. Juan’s taking me to a party tonight.”

“Since when?”

“Mama,” Rosa whined. She had her mother’s eyes.

“I don’t like you hanging around that boy. He’s trouble.”

“You think all boys are trouble.”

“What’s your point?”

“Just because you hate men doesn’t mean I have to, you know.”

“I don’t hate men.”

“Are you serious?” Rosa raised an eyebrow at Abel.

“This chota? He’s not a man.”

“My papa was a cop.”

“Your papa was a wife beater and a rapist.”

“You’re one to talk.”

Carlotta slapped her daughter. Rosa slapped back and ran sobbing into the bathroom. Carlotta settled against the back of the loveseat to massage her temples.

“She’s beautiful,” Abel said.

“Touch her and you die.”

Abel threw up his arms. “I would never–.”

“See you don’t.”

“You love your daughter very much. I can see that. I love mine, too.”

“Are you serious? You think you can win me over with some sob story about your sow and piglets?”

Abel swallowed hard. It had been foolish to try and reach the stone-cold bitch.

Rosa stormed out of the bathroom and stomped down the hall. A door slammed.

Carlotta sighed. “Lie down.”

“Why,” Abel asked. “What are you going to do?”

The bitch screamed and whaled his backside with her crop. “Don’t ever question me again.”

He had never hit a woman in his life but longed to punch the bitch. Instead, he crawled up onto the sofa. She cuffed his limbs to the legs and took off down the hall.

“Open the door, Rosa. Right now. I mean it.”

“Go to hell!”

Rosa and Carlotta shouted back and forth for several minutes before the girl finally allowed her mother inside. Their argument continued behind closed doors.

Abel grew paranoid he might get sold and carted off in the trunk of some pervert’s car or worse, shot and dumped in the desert. He struggled with his cuffs until his wrists bled.

Carlotta returned. He sobbed for his life. She laughed. “Why the hell would I kill you? You’re worth much dinero.” She opened her wooden box and removed a syringe. “I think you need another fix.” She injected his other foot this time.

Within seconds, he realized he had overreacted and everything would be fine.

Rosa strutted out buck naked and waved two different outfits in her mother’s face. “Which one shows off my tits best?”

Carlotta screamed. “Put some clothes on girl.”

“That’s what I’m trying to do.” Rosa winked at Abel and flounced back to her room.

“That girl will be the death of me.”

“I know what you mean.”

“Don’t try to get on my good side, Nigger Pig,” Carlotta said, “because I don’t have one.”

CHAPTER 15

Abel shuffled into line and cupped his palms over his crotch. His nerves tingled electric. He scratched his right foot with his left toenails. Logan stood alongside, grumbling under his breath. Sweat drenched the lean fed’s spare chest and flat gut.

Manny flogged Santos and ordered the tall, muscular Asian trooper to tuck his dong back between his legs and parade before the lewd mob. The humiliated kid shuffled along, eyes downcast, head bowed, knees-knocked, feet together, like a huge, awkward geisha.

McGee dashed around the courtyard, shouting for help. Manny and Herman tackled the rookie and leashed his scrotum to the fountain.

Abel had failed to defend his own ass, much less protect his young partner and keep his family safe. It was time he let Nigger Pig take charge. His alter ego lifted his head and glared at the lewd crowd. One after another the leering perverts averted their gaze.

Two cocky brothers in black turtlenecks and slacks negotiated over McGee. Money changed hands. The ripped black brutes freed the rookie. The desperate kid punched and kicked and cursed his attackers. Scratched their arms and spat in their faces. Even attempted to bite their fingers. The sick bastards beat the bugged-out kid senseless and dragged his battered ass inside a nearby room.

A tubby Latino with a bushy beard and flabby man boobs requested “the gook.” Pedro wrapped his arm around Santos, grabbed the stunned trooper by the dong with his free hand, and hauled the howling guy off the ground and lugged his floundering ass inside for the fat prick.

Two silver-haired white guys in dark suits studied Logan. Raul shared the defiant agent was FBI. The perverts grinned and handed the smug Mexican a wad of cash. The dogged fed dug in his heels and refused to budge. Oscar sucker-punched his solar plexus. He dropped to his knees. The freaky thug with his necklace of toe bones threw the dumbstruck fed into a headlock and hustled his butt inside.

A husky Latino with shaggy salt ‘n pepper hair and bushy eyebrows eyed Nigger Pig. Nigger Pig glared back, resolved to protect Abel until they were safely home.

“That’s USDA prime pork butt there,” Raul said. The smug Mexican flashed his million-dollar smile.

“Show me the swine’s twat.”

Raul snapped his fingers. Nigger Pig turned around, leaned forward, and pried his buttocks apart. The lecherous fellow finger-banged his asshole for a humiliatingly long while and purchase an hour of his time. Manny and Herman snatched his arms. He shoved the pair aside and strutted after his john.

Herman sniggered and nudged Manny in the ribs. “Horny hog’s hooked on dick already.”

Manny snickered. “Slaving and whoring come naturally to his kind.”

Nigger Pig ignored that last slight and stepped inside.

A heavy wooden chair with the seat carved out rested in the center of the cramped space. Shackles dangled from the wall above a dingy mattress. A wooden sawhorse sat in the corner. A rustic bathroom lay straight ahead, a chest of drawers set to his right.

The husky john shut the door and whipped out a wicked-looking hunting knife. “Kneel, oinker.”

Nigger Pig erupted in goosebumps and sank to his knees.

“Call me, Pig Slayer, oinker.” He flipped the knife in the air and brandished the blade in Nigger Pig’s mug.

“What’s my name?”
Nigger Pig stared at a crack in the floorboards and choked out the words. “Pig Slayer.”

Pig Slayer shucked off his shirt and kicked off his loafers. Dark curly hairs blanketed his broad chest and wide feet.

“You smell like shit, oinker. Go shower.” Pig Slayer waved Nigger Pig off. “Leave the door open so I can watch.”

Every fiber of Abel’s being screamed run. Nigger Pig shushed his true self and strutted into the bathroom to turn on the water. He removed his snout and tugged out his tail. His stomach rumbled. He plopped down on the toilet. His bowels exploded. He peed hard and flushed, slid the curtain aside, and climbed into the tub.

Abel protested homosexuality was a sin. Nigger Pig argued religion was a luxury they could not afford and further pointed out it was Abel and his good intentions that had landed their ass in this hellhole.

He toweled dry and strutted out of the bathroom. His husky john sat on the edge of the chair in a pair of dingy briefs, picking his nails with the tip of his knife. Nigger Pig’s swagger faded. Abel had never done anything remotely gay before getting jumped and raped, which meant neither had he. He had no clue where to begin.

“Show me that twat again.”

“Yes, sir.” Nigger Pig dismissed Abel and his shame and bent over. Pig Slayer finger-banged his rear. He winced and whimpered. The sick bastard poked his asshole with the knife. He squawked and shuddered.

“I could fuck you to death and no one would give a shit. Lie down.”

“Yes, sir.” Nigger Pig’s voice cracked. He crawled onto the mattress.

Pig Slayer crouched over Nigger Pig and pressed the knife against his throat. Nigger Pig peed a little. The husky freak lubricated his asshole and dogged his sore rear. He grimaced and groaned and bit the musty mattress to stifle his squeals. The pain worsened. He fretted the son-of-a-bitch might never stop. The nasty prick pulled out. He whimpered like a lost pup. Warm globs of sticky goo splattered his backside. He groaned.

Pig Slayer smacked his ass. “You’re lucky you got a tight twat—cause you’re a lousy fuck.” The smug bastard dressed and left.

Nigger Pig hobbled into the bathroom and swabbed off the splooge. He plopped down on the toilet to relieve his churning bladder and bowels, scrubbed his ass, and eased his tail inside. Slipping on his snout, he waddled outside and lined up before several new johns.

McGee dashed outside, shrieking and sobbing. The ripped brothers raced after, balls to the wind. They cornered the panicked rookie, and hauled his ass back inside, kicking and screaming.

Logan stumbled outside and wobbled around in circles. Manny and Herman shoved the disoriented agent into line and grabbed Santos when his chubby john departed. A biker gang bartered for the fed and the trooper as a package deal. The rowdy bastards grappled the struggling officers to the ground and raped their mouths and asses right there out in the open. Those bikers without a hole to fuck demanded a hand job. The writhing and grunting lawmen each anxiously serviced four boners at once.

Two thirty-something white guys in starched white shirts and neatly creased chinos hustled Nigger Pig inside a starkly furnished room and hurled his ass onto a damp mattress. The pompous pair dropped trow, ripped out his tail, and took turns humping his sloppy hole. He bit his fist to stifle his squawks. The twisted perverts rolled him onto his side, pitched his leg into the air, and forced their boners through his grotesquely distended sphincter together. “Not too at once,” he stammered. His ears rang, his vision blurred. The sons-of-bitches hammered his overtaxed rear for an agonizingly long while and blew sticky loads in his face.

As soon as they left, he limped into the bathroom, and tugged off his snout. He rinsed his mouth, plopped down on the toilet to squeeze out a painful dump, and staggered into the shower afterward to scrub his flesh raw. Even stuck a bar of soap up his sore butt to cleanse away the come. After toweling dry, he shoved his tail into place, which hurt like hell, popped on his snout, and dragged his ass outside to line up for another round.

By the time he got shoved inside his hogsty hours later, he had endured a dozen rapes. He dragged his excoriated butt under the tin roof and puked his guts out, setting off a chain reaction. McGee heaved, Logan barfed, and Santos spewed.
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Breaking news from the Roman Empire by artist Cavelo.

Press Release: Gaul
by Cavelo

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ROME Reports […]

Seth Porter is forced to strip naked in front of the audience then attached to the “Flexi-Frame” where his angry ex-wife and an electro prod wreak havoc on his dangling testicles.

Selling Tough Love – Part 11 […]

Disgruntled dads get their chance to inflict some punishment in Tough Love Productions’ newest show “Man’s Hands”.

Selling Tough Love – Part 11 (Page 5)
by Kronmire4
Art by Amalaric
Series: Selling Tough […]