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“Do you like the show?” I whispered to Marco.
My small breasts jolted back and forth as Drake began to ram himself into me, thrusting over and over. Each time he slid into me, I poked Marco with the scalpel, making tiny slices and cuts in his chest, stomach, arms, none big enough to kill, just enough to elicit a yelp or squeal of pain. It was glorious, the pleasure of Drake fucking me while making this disgusting pig writhe in pain. My mind swirled and thundered with a million thoughts and ideas. As Drake crashed into me, I could feel my mind sliding sideways, deeper into the dark and unspeakable depths that I never knew it held.
Blood coated my fingers and hands, making them slippery. I reached back and rubbed at my clit, using the crimson liquid as lubricant to pleasure myself, steadying myself on the chair with a free hand, the scalpel on the floor forgotten. I stared into Marco’s eyes as Drake fucked me, enjoying the fear and pain I saw in them, hoping his dead wife was watching from above, and approving. A sudden and nightmarish thought occurred to me. Something that would have made me gag or go mad if I’d thought of it a few months ago. Now? The idea brought a thin smile to my lips and made me wet beyond belief.
“Stop,” I moaned, the words coming thick from my overexcited throat.
“What’s wrong?” Drake gasped. “I was almost there.”
I pulled away, a sudden ache as he slipped out of me, like I’d lost something dear to me. Hollow and empty. Turning around, I grasped him in my blood hand and stroked his length, smearing blood along the shaft of his dick.
Looking into Drake’s eyes, I grinned and leaned toward him, still moving my hand up and down his cock.
“Marco never gets to fuck anyone again. Not his wife, not his child bride, no one.”
“Uh huh,” Drake grunted, eyes half lidded with pleasure as I stroked him.
“But… I have an idea for something fun. The last thing he’ll ever see. Do you trust me?”
Drake nodded, leaning forward to kiss me, lifting one hand to pinch my left nipple. The pain jolted through me, drawing a gasp of pleasure from my lips, muffled by the kiss. Bending over, I lifted Drake’s knife from his pile of clothes, and wielded it in front of Marco’s bloodshot eyes.
“Now you see what you get. Understand?” I said, and reached for him.
My left hand wrapped around his cock, still long and thick even though he was injured and terrified. He let out a surprised yelp, as I pulled, stretching the appendage out, and then he screamed as I began sawing through the base. Blood spurted around the blade, and Marco’s screams became wild; even through the gag, he was loud. He slammed his head back and forth, knocking the wingbacks, and continued to jerk and spasm even as the last of his dick came off beneath the blade.
Standing before him, I held the piece of meat up to him, making sure he saw it. His face had gone a sickly pale color, and he shivered with what had to be the initial stages of shock. Blood oozed from the stump where his penis used to be.
“I’ll give the old girl one last ride. What do you say?” I asked.
Marco’s eyes, glazed with pain, stared back at me, almost incomprehensible.
Drake stood beside me, his cock still rock hard and rigid. I looked at him. “Don’t move.”
He let out a gasp of surprise as I shoved a finger into the severed dick, and stretched the hole, the skin and tissue tearing slightly as I did. A moan of surprise accompanied my next move. Using the blood as lubricant, I stretched the piece of flesh around Drake’s own cock. The skin stretched tight and then tore as I slipped the entire thing down. The head of Drake’s dick peaked out from the slit head of Marco’s. Drake stood, staring down, gaping at what I’d done. I’d slid the other man’s severed cock onto his like a penis sleeve.
Without speaking, I started sliding the bloody piece of flesh up and down Drake’s shaft, jerking him off with it. He tilted his head back and moaned as I did. Marco, already near death and in agony, still had enough wits to stare in horrified disgust at what I was doing.
Drake reached behind me, slipping a finger into my pussy as I stroked him. The feel of his finger inside me sent me into a frenzy. I slid the chunk of flesh on his dick twice as fast, the skin tearing even more.
“Dahlia,” Drake groaned. “I’m gonna come.”
Urging him forward by pressing my hand into his back, I jerked him even faster, my fingers sinking into the dead flesh as I stroked. Finally, with a loud moan that almost turned into a scream, Drake orgasmed. I smiled as thick white ropes of fluid shot from his dick, splattering on Marco’s face.
Marco flinched back in disgust, still aware of what was happening. I slid the ruined dick off of Drake and shoved it into Marco’s mouth. His eyes went wide in shock, and I used my index finger to shove it to the back of his throat. Involuntarily, he tried to swallow, and pulled the meat an inch or so down into his windpipe. He jerked, going rigid as he realized he was choking. With the heel of my hand, I pressed his lower jaw up, with my other hand, I dug a thumb into his eyeball, digging at the orb inside the socket. I was overcome with bloodlust, and needed his pain.
The eye popped, sending snot-like viscous fluid across my thumb, his lips turned purple as the oxygen starved body thrashed around, trying to free its throat of the obstruction.
A hard cock slammed into my pussy from behind, I almost screamed in surprise, looking back, only to find Drake, already hard again, gritting his teeth as he slammed his blood-soaked dick into me. Nothing in my life had ever felt so good. I cursed under my breath as he took me.
Wanting to prolong the agony, I yanked Marco’s jaw down and tore the cock from his throat. He gagged and panted, retching as he sucked in a breath, and each breath was punctuated by a scream, the anguish of his ruined eye and missing dick almost enough to drive him mad. Drake fucked me harder, his body slamming into mine. All while I stared into Marco’s face. His cheeks and forehead sheened with sweet blood and Drake’s cum; the fear I saw in his eyes was all I needed. The climax came like a freight train, rocking me to my core, and sending me to my knees shuddering in bliss as wave upon wave of pleasure washed over me.
My body was smeared with every conceivable bodily fluid when I stood and grabbed the scalpel again. Reached a hand toward Marco.
“Please,” he rasped, his voice a raspy whisper. “Please, no.”
“Please this, you fuck,” I hissed at him, lips pulled back to reveal a sneer as I slid the blade across his throat.
His lone remaining eye snapped open, going wide as his blood spurted out across his ruined body. In a second, his head tilted forward, lifeless.
