u/fkinlolis

I tugged at my pants to adjust my underwear. It'd been a bit too long since I'd had my last dumping. There just hadn't been any good prospects for me to take up these past couple of days, between my long hours in the workshop (basically an guys-only space) and my lonely commute home in my truck.

I was still pulling at my groin well after I'd pulled up in the driveway and made my way into the house. I heard conversation emanating from down the hallway as I entered through the front door.

"Mom? Dad?" I kicked off my boots and trudged up to the dining hall.

"Oh, hey, welcome back." my sister, dark-haired, brown-eyed and middle-aged. Her looks were nothing to write home about, that's how she'd made it to such a ripe old age unmarried. She sat at the mahogany dining table, papers and textbooks and pens scattered around her.

"What're you doin' here?" I pulled off my socks and began loosening my belt, "And who's that you were talking to?"

"There's some construction at my place, so Mom said I could use the dining room to teach my class this afternoon." she jerked a thumb in the direction of the kitchen, and I turned my gaze just in time to sight her.

A girl with straight blonde hair and a slender build strolled out of the kitchen, popsicle held to her lips with one hand and Tiktok blaring from her phone in the other hand. She wore a tight blue T-shirt that accentuated her C-cup chest, and baggy sweatpants that did little to hide her gym-toned ass.

“Mm! Hehoh—” she exclaimed, popsicle still between her lips, half-waving with her phone as her lake-green eyes met mine.

“Mark, this is Jody, she goes to…” my sister trailed off momentarily, “NO. Absolutely not, you hear me?”

I’d probably gawked a bit too long, “What?”

“I know that look, you fuckin’ perv.” the woman got to her feet, jutting an accusatory finger at me. “You are NOT going to take my student. She is on track for a full-ride scholarship at a top school in a top course. She is NOT your piece of meat to take.”

“Too bad you don’t get to decide that, Marge.” I waved her off and, before she could say anymore, strode up to the young lady. “Nice to meet you, young lady. Jody, right?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded, still sucking on her popsicle. I saw a bit of her tongue poke out at the tip. Ugh, no way she’s getting out of this.

“How would you like to be my cumdump today?”

“Mmhmm!”

That was easy.

“JODY!” Marge rounded the table, shoved me aside, and grabbed the girl by her shoulders. “Do you understand what that means?”

She pulled the popsicle out of her mouth with a little pop, “Oh yeah, my big sis went out as a cumdump for our uncle as well. It’d really be such an honour for me to cumdump for your brother, Prof Connor.”

“But how about your scholarship?” Marge shook her a bit.

“I’m sure the board will understand when my parents tell them.”

“But you had so much potential.” she was pleading now, her posture sinking lower.

“This is the greatest application of my potential I could ever hope to achieve.”

“No—wait, Jody, you don’t underst—you can’t just listen to—”

I shoved Marge aside, my phone in my hand at a ready. “Okay, I think that’s enough. Jody has made her decision.”

Marge glared at me. She opened her mouth but found nothing more to say. She closed her mouth, folded her arms, and simply continued glaring.

“Okay, Jody, you know how to use the app?”

The young lady nodded. A bit of government-mandated bureaucracy later, both our phones flashed green:

DUMPING APPROVED.

Jody was back to sucking on her popsicle, which had by now been worked down to a third of its original size. Marge was sat back down at the dining table, texting away on her phone, still fuming.

“Hey, Marge, you sure you wanna be here for this?”

“Fuck off. I told Jody’s parents about her dumping. They asked that I record it.”

“Thank you, Prof Connor.”

“…don’t mention it.”

There was an awkward silence, but I didn’t let that stop me. I slipped my belt off, then my pants, then my underwear and socks. Jody put her phone down and watched as she carried on with her popsicle.

“Mmm, what should I do?” she asked just as I got done getting bottomless.

“Don’t worry, just follow my lead.”

I caressed her cheek, tipping her chin up so she could stare right into my eyes. She was smart enough to lower the popsicle as I moved in and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue and lips were cold but soft, moist and cherry-flavoured. She was a decent kisser, coiling her tongue around mine as I began to explore the inside of her mouth. I sucked on her tongue, then bit down on it, yanking it out of her mouth to continue sucking and chewing on it. Jody stared at me nonchalantly as I kept pulling, remaining perfectly motionless.

I sucked and sucked and sucked, until my lips were well into her mouth and her tongue was effectively entirely between my teeth. And then I bit down. The first thing I noted was the taste of iron, the warm wet flow of viscous blood. Her tender tongue cleaved with next to no resistance or sound. The severed muscle began twitching and dancing once it was entirely behind my teeth, as if it were eager to explore the insides of my mouth as well.

I pulled away, and she took that as a cue to do the same, stumbling back and holding up her popsicle hand to her mouth as blood began to gush out. A thick stream bubbled from her lips and dripped onto the ceramic tile floor.

I opened my mouth, and let Jody’s still-wiggling tongue schloop out into my hand. When I turned around to check on Marge, I realised she was already recording, her phone held up at us as she sat at the table with an annoyed expression. I presented my palm to the camera, turning it back and forth a bit so it could see the tongue.

“You were a pretty good kisser,” I turned back to the girl.

She smiled, her popsicle back in her mouth, the vaguely pinkish ice now dyed a much darker crimson, “Shhanks!”

Tossing her tongue over to the table near where Marge sat (I think it went splat on some of her papers, because I heard some muttered curses), I got in close to Jody once again.

This time I thought to move onto groping. With both hands, I cupped her tender young tits, feeling them first through her cotton top. Then I flipped up her shirt, pulling it over her breasts to reveal a simple Victoria’s Secret bra. I grabbed the front of the bra, and with a firm tug, the clasps at the back snapped and her undergarments fell to the floor. Her boobs were pale and unblemished – clearly Jody wasn’t much of an outdoorsy person. Her nipples were pink, perky – probably never had a boyfriend before. I gripped her bare tits with both hands, kneading them intently, pinching the nipples and rolling them between my nails.

The young lady watched politely, finishing up on her popsicle as blood continued to drip down her chin. It now trailed down her clavicle and created a small stream in her cleavage.

I raised a foot, took aim, then drove my heel into Jody’s left knee. SNAP.

“Oop—!” the girl tilted to the left as her knee folded backwards, but she somehow managed to keep her balance with her one good leg.

Taking aim again, I took out her other leg with a sideswipe to the ankle. It didn’t snap like I’d expected, instead kicking out her leg to the side and causing her to tumble to the floor. There was still a satisfying CRUNCH. Based on how she’d landed with her right leg splayed all the way out at an impossible angle, I guessed that was instead the hip joint. Jody held herself upright still, though, now using her hands for support.

Now that she was “sat”, her head was at the perfect height. I tilted her head up so she could make eye contact with me once again. She was still smiling as she removed the spent popsicle stick from her mouth. I brought my mostly-erect cock up to her face so she’d know where this was going. Her eyes tracked the tip, occasionally darting down to my swinging balls.

“Sorry if it’s a bit smelly. Just got back from the workshop.” I began to place my hands on her head.

“Isshokhay, I ‘on mi’,”

My dick swelled a tad as its tip came to rest of her plump little lips. The young lady’s eyes crossed as they focused on my shaft.

“Aw man, I should’ve left your tongue in for the blowjob!” I facepalmed, “Ah whatever, Marge! Pass me back the tongue, would ya?”

More cursing, but I barely noticed as I’d already begun to push into the girl’s mouth. Blood welled around my dick as I entered, coating the entire shaft like lube. Even without a tongue, Jody was a natural – she rolled and puckered her lips, clamping them around my cock. And she leaned forward and into my groin. I was in her pharynx in no time, the tip of my cock meeting the jelly-like wall at the back of her mouth.

Marge came up next to me then, gingerly holding Jody’s tongue in a tissue. I thanked her as I took the flap of flesh, and reached down to my crotch from behind.

“Hey, Jody, watch this,”

I pressed the flat of her tongue against my balls, and dragged it back and forth and back and forth.

“Think you can do that for me while I r*pe your face?”

“Ukkhor—!” she grunted with my cock still in her mouth, then took her tongue and began stroking my ballsack.

“Maybe lube it up with some more blood if you need, okay?”

She did as told, collecting the fluid from her chin. I got my hands back in place, and made sure I had a good grip. Then I drew my hips back, and smashed my cock forward in a forceful thrust. Her throat shuddered from the sudden impact, but her throatbarrier remained in place. It took a few more WHAM WHAM WHAMs before her oesophagus finally opened up. I felt my cock bend as it slid down her windpipe to find new folds.

“Ugh, that feels great.”

“Hhh-hhh-hhhhh”

After a good few minutes of using her tight little throat to jack myself off to full height, I grabbed her wrist and moved her tongue action backwards. I had her run her tongue over my asshole, and suddenly I felt every bump and groove on the little flap drag against my extremely sensitive sphincter. I jerked her hands up and down along my asscrack more and more vigorously as I slammed my pelvis into her face harder and harder.

“Oh god, oh fucking god, you’re such an amazing cumdump, you little blonde bimbo!”

“She’s not a bimbo, mind you, she has—” I barely heard Marge as I climaxed.

I drove my cock as deep into her throat as it would go, her lips coming forward so far that they just about swallowed my balls as well. When her head couldn’t come in any further, I elbowed the back of her skull once – THWACK – twice – THWACK – to get it in deeper. I think I heard something in her cranium crack. As my body locked up, I pressed her hand into my ass as well, forcing her tongue up my anus. JESUS, I’d never known how far up a tongue could reach when it wasn’t attached to a face. I made a mental note to do this again next time.

My jizz shot out hot and thick, in massive but irregular spurts. After the first few seconds of holding her head down, Jody began choking, her body convulsing and her lungs trying to violently hack out the invading fluid. I didn’t let her get free, even as I watched her eyes go bloodshot and her face turn purple. Not until I was certain my balls were empty, and my cock receded back into the space where her tongue used to be.

“Ugh!” I dropped my grip on her, and the girl went sprawling onto her hands.

She coughed violently, blood and cum splattering all over the floorboards. I had to catch myself against the table, my knees having given out from the pleasure. I realised my ass was clenched from the orgasm, so I relaxed that set of muscles. Sploop – Jody’s tongue landed on the floor in a small puddle of blood.

When my panting had begun to subside, I noticed that Marge was on her feet, videoing Jody on the floor.

“Real committed to the cause, aren’t ya, teach?”

“Shut up. It’s the least I can do for my student.”

When the girl’s retching turned to just laboured breaths, I approached her, crouching down next to her to check out her face. Still pretty, still blood stained, and now with new crimson splotches in her sclera where capillaries must’ve burst while I’d been using her face as a fleshlight.

“Ready to carry on?”

She steadied her breathing, summoning up a smile and nodding.

I grabbed her by the hair and hauled her up onto the table, almost tossing her so she had to stop herself from faceplanting with her hands. Once she was mounted on the table faced away from me, I grabbed the waistband on her pants and panties and yanked them down to her ankles. Like I thought, she had a massive ass – almost unnaturally so for such a lithe little white girl. Heck, I’d dumped black and Latina girls that were packing less. Marge, understanding me like the good sister she was (lol), repositioned herself to the opposite side of the table so she could catch Jody’s expression through what came next. ‘

With my thumbs, I pried open her asscheeks, finding a puckered and fresh asshole. With my index fingers, I dug right into her anus. She twitched at that, and continue shuddering and shaking, her head bowing and shifting as I pushed my fingers deeper. Man, I wish I could see her face right now. Guess I’ll just have to ask for the replay later. Once my index fingers were well inside, I began sliding in my middle, then my ring finger. Her anal sphincter expanded a surprising amount without tearing or bleeding.

As both my hands were clamped to her ass, I had to clumsily wave around my floppy dick until I managed to lodge it on the edge of her asshole. I grew back up to full turgidity pretty quick when staring down the open rectum of a piece of snuffmeat. From there, it was just a matter of sliding it in, the shaft still lubricated by blood. I retracted my fingers the moment my dick was in place, digging my nails into her fat ass for ample grip instead.

“Achkk—!” I heard her inhale sharply. How strange that cumdumps often took traumatic injury without flinching, but the moment you’re violating their ass or pussy they moan like a pornstar.

The inside of her rectum was tight. Even tighter than her throat was. But the folds were also welcoming. Every bit of resistance, every ring of meat that I shoved my way through, once I was past it would begin constricting on me instead. Drawing me in deeper. I began thrusting, sliding in and out and in and out. But I found her ass drying out fast, without an open would to provide lube.

So I released her ass and reached around to the front. From around the sides of her head, I grabbed her face. I found her open mouth, looping my fingers in as deep as they would go and yanking as hard as I could, fishhooking her as I pounded her rear harder and harder. I pulled back one hand, finding it coated in blood and saliva. I ran that along my undulating shaft while my other hand provided sufficient anchoring to facilitate a clean, brutal ass-slamming.

After a couple more minutes, I had to stop myself short of cumming. I wasn’t certain I had 3 loads to go today. Jody’s throat had taken a lot out of me.

I released her face, letting her flop forward onto the table, and slipped my cock out real quick. Then, I grabbed her left thigh (the one with the intact hip joint) and flipped her, rolling her onto her back on the table. I noticed that she was sweating now, a sheen across her forehead, tits and belly. I reached down to get a good feel of her supple abs, pressing around to get a sense of where her organs were beneath.

With my other hand, I slotted my cock into the girl’s awaiting vulva, “You a virgin?”

“Mmhmm,” she nodded.

“Nice,”

I slammed my dick into her without warning or hesitation. She winced, hands balling into fists and the rest of her body clenching up. She was small enough that my single thrust blew threw everything in her vagina all at once, and the tip of my cock now just barely bulged from a spot between her belly button and pelvis. I grabbed her by the throat with one hand, forcing her backwards and slamming her flat onto the table as I continued pounding her cunt. Every stroke led my dick to smash into a hard wall of meat – her cervix. And each time, Jody gasped for breath, her hands twitching and shaking around her.

As I continued the violent mating press, I noticed that she’d left her popsicle stick on the table next to us at some point. I picked it up, flipping it over in my hand a few times as I slowed my strokes. After a bit of gauging and aiming, I held the end of the stick right over her belly. Right over the point where my cock would distend with every full thrust. I pulled back a bit further, just in case (wouldn’t wanna get hurt, would we?), and brought down the stick in a stabbing motion.

It pierced the young lady’s skin, summoning a fresh well of blood on her belly, but snapped awkwardly under my grip. I let go, clearing away the splinters, and using the less-than-half of a stick that remained jutting out from Jody’s midriff. She watched intently, with what seemed like a mix of intrigue and impatience, as I pinched the top end of the remaining stick and wiggled it about. It was excruciatingly slow, but the makeshift knife worked its way down through her flesh bit by bit. It was only stopped when met with the more rigid organic matter that comprised the womb. I pulled it loose, some bubbles of blood coming up at that motion, and tossed it aside.

“Marge, can you get me a kitchen knife?”

“Mom won’t be very happy about that.”

“I’ll clean it myself later, don’t worry ‘bout it.”

She did as asked, and a moment later I was digging into Jody’s guts with a proper tool. I made an incision no wider than a chocolate coin, ensuring that it went deep enough that I could see the inside of her womb. I poked my finger in to check and, just for fun, wiggled it around till I touched the tip of my own dick. Satisfied with my own handiwork, I returned both my hands to the top of the girl’s head, gripping her scalp.

“You ready to finish up?”

“Mmmhmm,” she flashed that cute little smile one last time.

I smashed my cock into her cunt mercilessly, yanking down on her head to ensure I could drive it in there as deep as possible. At the height of every thrust, the head of my cock would peak out from the incision in Jody’s gut. The young lady knew to use her hands to resist my pull, keeping her body as straight as possible for me to use and abuse even while I was actively directing my entire thrust down her neck as an anchor point.

WHAM, WHAM, WHAM – with every stroke, my cock peeked out more and more from the cut. Jody’s grip began to falter, her hands began to slide and her back began to bend.

I kept going anyway.

“Damn, you’re really goin’ to be a damn hard one to top!” I hissed as I felt myself finishing.

“Sh-sh-shank—”

“ARGH!”

I threw one last visceral thrust deep into her, heaving down on her skull with all my might, my entire body weight now behind the motion. My dick burst forth from the hole in her womb, the entire head clearing her belly.

CRUNCH.

Something gave out in her upper back. Her entire upper body, from the tits up, folded forward, dragged along by my tugging. Without hesitation, I sent her skull right down, slamming her face onto the head of my cock. Perfect aim – her mouth engulfed my dick, and I busted my nut straight down her limp throat. I stood there panting and shaking for a bit as my balls spasmed and splurted.

Once my climax had passed, I lifted up Jody’s head. She was staring off into an unseen distance, her face splattered with cum and blood. I held her up to Marge’s looming camera for a moment, then took a hold of one of her tits. I brought down the dead girl’s breast onto my cockhead, pressing my dick into the soft meat to wipe off what remained of my ballslime at the tip.

I pulled myself free from the corpse, and began to make my way to the shower.

“Hey, aren’t you at least gonna clean up?”

“Dad might want a turn when he gets back.”

“Ugh, I don’t understand you men.”

‘You’re missing out loser’

I swiped the chat closed, still smiling as I pressed a bit harder on the accelerator, speeding down the forest road. I checked the time again, noting I was behind schedule a tad.

My high school friend group had finally, miraculously, managed to pull together everyone’s schedule. Well, everyone but me. Sucked working a job with shit hours. So while they were off at the concert, I was slogging away in a musty office.

I reopened the chat. Scrolling up to a photo they’d sent earlier that evening. Dawn, a skinny Asian with long, straight hair, was dressed in a cute little bikini, with a jacket and shorts over top to return some sort of modesty to her fit. ‘Ur gonna be forever single at this rate LOL’ read her caption.

I licked my lips at the sight of her flat, toned belly. I blinked and shook my head, chiding myself silently as I swiped the photo closed. Dating in friend groups was always stupid.

Especially when these people mattered enough to me that I was driving in the dead of night after finishing up unpaid overtime to go give them a post-concert lift. I sighed to myself.

Through the sparse woods, I could see the concert grounds nearing, their blazing spotlights and lasers extending into the sky. I’d been instructed to avoid coming by the pick-up points.

‘They’ll be choked to high heavens by the last couple of songs’

Instead, I’d be picking them up from a different part of the road. Some unmarked place they’d found, accessible through the woods on the concertgoers’ side. I’d been told to drive in from this quiet back street, though the gang had been too lazy to go back to their secret little pick-up point to collect a GPS pin.

‘Dawn will come get you LOL’

‘WTF WHY ME’

‘Cuz u spilled ur fkin drink all over me and Tom’

 '🤐'

I sped up a bit more, hoping their secret pick-up point was as secret as they thought it was. Otherwise, we’d be stuck out here in another queue instead. I peered at my map, squinting at the GPS pin that Dawn has dropped less than a minute ago. I should’ve been getting close now, though the icon that represented my car wasn’t helping with the way that it kept spazzing abou—

A flicker of movement out front. Then something slammed into my front bumper with a deafening CRUNCH. I floored the brake. With an agonising screech, the car skidded to a halt, swivelling around nearly 180 degrees before coming to a standstill near the tree line.

I realised my knuckles had gone white on the steering wheel, and my heart was doing somersaults as my stomach began twisting in on itself.

In the harsh arc of my headlights lay a stationary figure. A person. Faced down on the tarmac.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—“ I got out of the car and scampered over to where they laid.

A pool of crimson began to expand around them as I approached. Her. It began soaking into the white bikini top she wore.

“Hey…hey! You okay?”

I fell to my knees, my guts going from churning to straight up free falling as recognition began to dawn on me. With one hand on her shoulder, I flipped the girl onto her back, and found myself face to face with Dawn’s delirious expression. Her eyes had rolled up into her head, and a waterfall of blood spanned the hairline on the right half of her face, tracing a course down her cheek, chin and neck.

“Dawn?” I prodded her unbloodied face gingerly, “Dawn! Come on, hey!”

First aid. Right, first aid. I checked her breathing with a finger under her nose. Her breath was shallow, weak, I had to concentrate to notice it was there. I breathed an immense sigh of relief, falling onto my ass as my wobbling knees finally gave out from adrenaline.

Wait. She was still bleeding. The pool beneath her head wasn’t getting any smaller. Looking down, I realised that the rest of her wasn’t in great condition either. Angry red clouds marked her ribs on the right side, like a bruise but days before they’d turn blue or green, assuming she survived this. Her right arm was bent funny as well, the elbow twisted and crumpled, her forearm pointing wrong.

CPR. Right, CPR. I got onto my knees, stacking my palms over her sternum. Wait, no, CPR was for when the patient wasn’t breathing. I froze.

My eyes were drawn to the glistening sheen of sweat on her pale chest. I swallowed a lump, and felt another lump tight against the inside of my pants.

I looked ahead, down the road, then over my shoulder, in the other direction. Darkness all around, other than my blazing headlights.

I licked my lips as I looked back down at Dawn. With shaking hands, I slid my fingers under her bikini. My palms found slick, tender skin. I rolled my fingertips back and forth along her tiny tits. I realised I was drooling as I groped her. I wiped my face clean, then got to my feet unsteadily. My breath had turned shallow and rapid as well.

I looped my arms under Dawn’s moist armpits, and dragged her limp form off the side of the road and into the low grass, finding a space clear of shrubbery and branches to leave her. Then I scuttled back over to my car, flicking on the hazard lights. In the glove box, I found my utility knife and pocketed it.

When I returned to the girl, I noticed her eyes were no longer blank white bulbs. Her pupils, dilated and uneven, had made a reappearance underneath her heavy lids. She was staring right at me.

I stepped over her torso and kneeled over her belly, “I-I’m sorry.”

I grabbed her head between my hands, cupping her cheeks with my palms. She looked so small like this. Her lips so plump and juicy.

I pressed my mouth to hers, squeezing my tongue in through her lips and past her teeth. I licked and stroked hungrily, coiling my tongue around hers, lashing it against the insides of her cheeks, then tracing the roof of her mouth and edges of her teeth with the tip. My teeth found her lips, and I bit down into what felt like plush, silky fabric. She tasted and smelled of alcohol, once I got used to ignoring the scent of blood.

I realised I’d been instinctively grinding my rock-hard groin against her belly button while I was busy defiling her mouth. I reached down undid my pants without letting her tongue escape. Her unfocused eyes stared right into mine, and I noticed her brow furrowing weakly, as if she was just waking up from a deep sleep.

“Mmmmph…” she groaned softly, trying to tilt her face away from mine.

With one hand, I clamped her face between my fingers. I shoved my tongue in even more rigorously, now that I felt her tongue coming to life. She tried to pull it back, but I bit down on it, and sucked at it as I continued to taste her tip with an insatiable thirst. My other hand, I realised, had pushed aside her bikini top, and was already working away at kneading, squeezing and pinching her petite breast.

“Ugh, oh fuck.” I pulled back and looked down at the wet patch on the front of my pants - it wasn’t blood, “Oops, uh, sorry.”

She didn’t respond, but she did continue staring at me. Her laboured breathing now sent occasional specks of saliva (I don’t know if it was hers or mine) and blood onto the her neck and chest.

I unbuckled and zipped down, kicking my pants and underwear off hastily. My cock was already standing at full height when I kneeled over her chest. She was so small that my shaft spanned her entire face, and so weak that her eyes struggled to follow the looming shape over her.

I grabbed a handful of her hair and steered her mouth onto my dick, “Don’t…please don’t bite, okay?”

I slid my dick in gently, watching her cautiously as she watched me with her unmoving gaze. Her mouth was warm, slimy, soft. It took a bit of effort to push my dick past the back of her mouth, the tip of my cock dragging along the roof of her mouth before squeezing into her throat. It got tighter as I edged in deeper, the folds of her pharynx closing around my shaft, squelch, squelch—

“OW!” reflexively, I brought down a fist to her face as I pulled my cock free, “FUCK, I told you not to bite!”

Her right eye swelled quickly, almost as fast as the sting in my knuckle and cock faded. I saw more energy in her eyes. Seething. Spiteful. That wouldn’t do.

Holding her face still by the hair, I drove my fist square into her face again—WHAM. And again—WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. WHAM. SQUIK.

I made sure not to ruin her features any further, confining the trauma to her one swollen eye. After the last strike, my fist came free with a slimy trail of yellowish fluid dripping from it. The same fluid now trickled, mixed with blood, from the barely-there slit that used to be an eye.

Her good eye still stared, but a bit of shaking helped me discern that there was nobody home. For now. She was still breathing, just softer and slower now.

Gripped her head with both hands once again, and used her mouth like a fucktoy. And hell, was it the best fleshlight I’d ever had the chance to try on - scalding hot in its deepest reaches, self-lubricating, and self-constricting as well. HYUCK, HYUCK, HYUCK, I bounced her head back and forth between the earth and my pelvis, my cock telescoping in and out of her tight Asian oesophagus.

“Fuuuuck…” I had to summon all my willpower to resist finishing off in her throat.

I didn’t know if I’d be able to get it up again if I did. So I yanked my dick free, admiring the trail of spit and blood that hung off it in tendrils as I loosed myself from her face. Some of it glooped onto Dawn’s busted eyelid, dripping down, seeping into her eyeball.

I gulped.

I carefully used a thumb to pry her upper eyelid open. Inside, I wasn’t sure what exactly I was looking at. It seemed like a slopbowl of red, white and yellow - no indication there was ever an eye in there.

“Jesus, am I…?”

Ah fuck, when would I ever get to try this again?

I grabbed a hold of my dick, and slotted it right between the girl’s eyelids. *SQUIIIIRK…*and it was in. I pushed forward, gently at first. But then I realised how tight her eye socket was, the swollen lids still continuing to puff up and press in on my dick. I gripped her hair with both hands, and began thrusting.

The socket was pretty shallow - barely half my dick could make it in - but that feeling of slamming into the back wall. I let out a pathetic whimper each time. With every wet squelch. Even as disgusting liquids continued to ooze and spurt out of her eyepussy and splatter all over my thighs.

Just as I was about to finish, my phone rung. I nearly jumped right out of my skin as the jarring marimba ringtone cut through the quiet forest. I let it ring a few times, going over in my mind what my options were.

I finally stretched back awkwardly, refusing to let my dick fall out of this amazing eyecunt, and rummaged my phone out of my pants.

Tom.

I moved to silence the call, but the phone slipped out of my grip, slick with blood. I fumbled, the device bouncing between my palms momentarily. And then my heart sunk as the accept button got triggered.

“Hello?”

I held my breath.

“Hey, Dylan, can you hear me?”

I bit my lip and took a deep breath, “Hi! Yes sorry, I’m a bit lost right now, let me just figure this out and I’ll call y’all back?”

“Wait, Dawn is at the pin to get you, have you seen her yet?”

“No,” I glanced down at the limp figure beneath me. Then I began moving my hips again, rolling the tip of my cock around the inside walls of the girl’s eye socket.

“Strange. She hasn’t been picking up her phone either.”

I looked about frantically, using my free hand to feel around her jacket and shorts. Nothing. I looked back in the direction of the road. Guess I’d have to deal with that later.

“Uh, why not y’all stay put, I’m trying to get back to where Dawn dropped her pin first.”

“Can you share your location?”

“Can’t. Something up with my GPS.”

“Hmm, ok, well…sorry did you say something?”

“Hmm?”

I realised there was a groan from beneath me. Dawn’s good eye was fluttering. Her breath had turned to a soft hiss, perhaps in an attempt to form words. I saw her jaw clench, her teeth gritting.

She found her voice, “Ahhhh—"

I clapped a hand over her mouth, pinching her nose shut to cut off any sound. She began gnashing at my fingers. I drove my weight down through my pelvis, boring my dick harder into her eye even when it could dig no deeper. I felt my shaft compress and fold, my cock forcibly stuffed into what little space was in the socket. A muffled screech escaped from her lips, stopped for the most part by my hand.

“Just the radio,” I managed through a jaw locked with exertion. I kept thrusting, slamming my dick into her skull as she writhed and screeched her muffled cries. It was uncomfortable, painful even…but yet wildly pleasurable.

“Ok, uh, well yeah, see if you can find your way to Dawn. We’ll catch you at the pick-up in a couple of minutes.”

The girl beneath me had finally found the wherewithal to begin kicking. I felt her legs swinging, flailing harder with each ram of my dick against her inner skull.

“Yup, hope to find her soon.”

I dropped the phone as soon as I heard the beep of the disconnect. Both my hands went back to gripping the back of Dawn’s skull just as she rediscovered how to use her hands. Well, what remained of them.

Her good hand came up, clawing at my thigh in a feeble attempt to stop me from fucking her face in. Her nails dug into my flesh, leaving red welts. I kept pounding. Her other arm, the forearm flopping about on its smashed elbow joint, slapped at me listlessly. She screamed – AaaaAAAnnnhh! - a weak warbling noise that was barely human at this point. Her feet found purchase in the grass, and she began trying to kick herself free from beneath me by way of a horizontal slide. Like hell I was going to let that happen.

I leaned forward to stay well over her, digging my nails into her scalp as I jackhammered her eye socket like the cheap disposable cocksleeve that it was. With every stroke, I felt the back wall of the socket flexing.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I hissed, “You fucking SLUT! Do you know HOW FUCKING LONG I’ve wanted to do this to you?!”

“AAAHhhannnhh!”

“Fucking r*pebaiting BITCH! I’m gonna fucking knock up your BRAIN!”

I felt it come all at once. My balls contracted, and I gathered all my strength to smash my cock straight into her skull with one last, fucked up thrust.

CRUNCH.

Something gave. Thankfully it wasn’t my penis. Instead of my shaft getting bent and coiled as it slid into her eye socket, it now went straight through the bone that used to contain her eyeball. She screeched. An inhuman EEEEEEAAAGHH that was quickly overtaken by a wet burbling and choking. My dick slid right into new territory – soft, spongy, rubbery meat, wait no, brain.

The sensation made me bust immediately, “UGHHH!”

I held her head buried in my groin for at least a good couple of minutes as I writhed and twitched, having the most unholy climax I’d ever had. My balls wouldn’t stop spasming as semen kept jetting in irregular spurts into her skull.

When I’d finally topped out, I found myself panting. I collapsed onto my side, propping myself with one arm on the soil and the other still on her face. I began pulling my dick loose and looked down at Dawn.

She’d gone still, her good eye having lost whatever consciousness it’d had a moment ago. Massive sprays of blood had jetted from her nostrils, mouth, and tear ducts – probably from the exact moment I’d breached her skull. When my cock popped out with a squeech, so did a slurry of pinkish chunks mixed in with thick white fluid.

The girl’s body continued to twitch – a finger here, a foot there – but she’d stopped breathing.

I looked down at the mess that was my lower body. Covered in blood, saliva, eyeball juice, and brain matter. Then I looked at her still-untouched belly.

I retrieved the knife from my pants. Gently, I felt up the smooth, mostly unblemished skin of her midriff. Right next to the belly button, I inserted the knife with a smooth single plunging motion. After retracting the blade, I pulled open the incision with two fingers to peer inside. Guts, folds and folds of guts, the knife have squeezed in between them instead of going through them. Perfect.

I fed my half-mast cock into the brand new gutpussy, and found myself fully erect almost immediately. She was still warm in there. A few plunges later, I found myself jizzing into her belly. I stood, freeing my willy, and finding that most of the gunk from skull-diving had been wiped clean by the bellyhole. Just as I’d hoped.

Now it was time to clean up properly.

I hauled Dawn’s corpse back to the road. I called her phone, and found it ringing on the roadside, flung a decent distance from where I’d found her just now. I noted the seven missed calls from various members of the group, typed out a scheduled-to-send message, and pocketed the device.

I rolled up the girl in a groundsheet I kept in the trunk, tying up the ends with plastic bags and paracord to guard against leakages. I washed myself down with the bottles of water in there as well – thank god my dad was always too lazy to unload his camping supplies.

Then I called Tom, “Hey, I found my way to the pin Dawn left, but there’s no sign of her.”

“Yeah she’s not picking up her phone,” I felt it buzzing in my pocket again.

“Do y’all wanna just go to the pick-up? Then we can figure out what to do about her after we meet.”

About ten minutes later, I found the weird little entrance to the forest path the gang took getting down to the side street. A total of four of them: Tom, Hailey, Cass and Rachel. The car would’ve been uncomfortably crowded after they piled in had Dawn been with them.

“Damn, Dylan, you look fuckin’ haggard.” Cass remarked as she gave me a once-over, “Did Dawn slash your tyres and run off or something?”

Laughter all around. An old in-joke about that time when Dawn had indeed slashed someone’s tyres and ran off (not one of ours). I joined in half-heartedly, thanking my lucky stars that no one had noticed the massive dent in my front bumper.

“So, you went to the pin and couldn’t find Dawn?” Tom asked from shotgun next to me, halfway lost in thought as he scrolled the map on his phone back and forth.

“No, drove up and down a couple of times too. But nothing.”

Just then, all our phones buzzed at the same time. A message from Dawn.

‘Oops, sorry guys, forgot to update – ran into a REALLY HOT guy. Headin back to his hotel now, don’t worry bout me !!!’

Silence. I held my breath as they read the text I’d sent.

“Lol, I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Cass blurted out flinging her hands up and groaning in exasperation, “YOU!” – she pointed at Rachel – “Pay up!”

Pouting, Rachel reached for her purse as Tom and Hailey snickered and murmured about just how expected this was. I breathed a sigh – they must have thought it was in exasperation too, but I knew otherwise.

“Supper?” Tom asked, “Dylan, you can pick.”

“Yeah, sure. I gotta get home sooner rather than later though, so is it alright if we went somewhere not too crazy?”

“That’s fine, why do you need to get home though?”

“Just some stuff I needa stick in the freezer.”

 Read Part 1 here.

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About a day after Chelly’s body was delivered, I was informed by the help that another package had arrived. I had them lay out the featureless mahogany box, about twice as large as a shoe box, on a coffee table in the vice room.

Once I was alone in the room, I gently lifted the top cover of the box and set it aside. The inside of the box inside of the box was lined with fine velvet, and sat in the middle was Chelly’s carefully placed head. It looked exactly as it did in the Instagram reel, sunglasses and all.

The head to every order naturally had to come a bit after the body (customarily, a day) since it had to be specially treated to last the test of time. Bodies would be used, abused, and discarded relatively quickly – I’d already managed to rip up the flesh walls separating Chelly’s vaginal and anal tracts, so it wouldn’t be long till I grew tired of her body. The heads, however, were collectors’ items. Chelly’s pretty, pristinely taxidermized face would be going in the head room with the rest of my previous orders once I was done here.

I disrobed, then reached into the box carefully. Picking up the head by its sides gently, I put it down on the edge of the table, clear of the box. Handling my cock with my hand, I dickslapped the side of its face a couple of times. Feeling the soft skin of the ex-teen against my shaft made my member stiffen up.

I stroked myself off as I reached down to the base of the neck and twisted off the endcap. Just like with the main body, a thoroughly cleaned oesophagus presented itself to me as I placed aside the metal disk.

With my cock now fully erect, I placed my hands on either side of the head, pressing my fingers carefully into its scalp and cheek as I positioned the tip of my dick. And then I slid it down onto my cock. With a smooth shloop, Chelly’s head dropped perfectly onto my cock, her throathole swallowing my penis with little resistance up to a point. With a bit more pressure, I worked my dick up her throat, until I felt her jaw beginning to hinge.

Adjusting my grip a bit, I allowed her mouth to pop open, and out from the back of her throat came the tip of my dick. I flicked the sunglasses off, letting them clatter onto the table, then pressed open her eyelids. I was surprised to find she had crystal blue eyes, much prettier than I’d expected. Made better by their lifeless gaze.

I began bouncing the head up and down, sliding my dick back and forth inside its throat. After a bit of getting used to the weight distribution, I moved one hand down to grip its neck, squeezing the meat around my cock tight. My other hand I placed on top of the skull, affording myself additional ramming force each time I slammed my dick up into the throathole.

Between that sexy, empty gaze and the sight of my cock popping in and out of her lips, it didn’t take long for me to jerk myself off to completion using Chelly’s fleshlight noggin. When I felt myself busting, I grabbed her lips and pinched her mouth shut. I felt my cock twitch as I spurted my load all over the inside of Chelly’s buccal cavity. It came out with enough force that some of the cum actually managed to push its way out of her lips, white bubbles foaming up at the corners of her mouth.

Most of it however, channelled backwards into her pharynx and then upwards. After a few initial bubbles, spurts of semen blew from Chelly’s nostrils, trickling down her lips and chin.

“Fuck,” I reached down awkwardly into my robes and found my phone.

Holding up the head by the hair at the top of its scalp, I took a clumsy photograph of the cum-splattered Chelly-toy. Then I toggled over to an app that granted me use of an untraceable one-time-use email address that routed through some third world country (think it was Honduras this time). I attached the image, and then inserted the contact-us email of a Magic Circle law firm. To be precise, the Magic Circle law firm that Chelly’s dad was a partner at.

Sent.

I set the skull back on the table, letting it dribble semen all over the wood, and called the help in to clean up. As I left the room, I was already checking my calendar and reviewing my notes for the upcoming employee engagement session at one of the companies.

“Jesus flippin’ Christ, this queue just doesn’t end!” I kicked the rail with an exasperated groan, and immediately the toddler stood by my side began to bawl.

“Honey!” my wife chided, shooting me an annoyed look before picking up our younger child to begin cooing at it. “Shh shhh shhhh, it’s okay baby, Daddy’s just tired…”

I rolled my eyes, only barely taking notice of the older child stood by my wife’s side, gripping the folds of her dress with a deep frown and a scrunched-up face.

“I swear to God, if you start crying too—” I warned, but got shushed abruptly by my spouse. My nostrils flared as I snapped a response, “Don’t frickin’ shush me, this was your idea! Oh, let’s take the kids to Bizneyland over the long weekend, it’ll be fun! Yeah, well, four-hour queues for the damn rides sure are—"

“That’s enough, why don’t you go blow off some steam, Bruce,” my wife continued cooing as she bobbed the younger one up and down in her arms, not even bothering to meet my eyes as she turned away to place an arm around the older one. “Look, there’s an Asian girl right in front of us. You can use her.”

I perked up at that. Peering over my shoulder, I found the old hag was right. A small little thing, no taller than five feet, dressed in a tube top and pleated miniskirt whilst facing away from me. I tapped her on the shoulder, and she swivelled around with a “hmm?”.

Her long dark hair was worn in two loose braids that fell by her sides like pigtails, and her massive contact lens-augmented eyes stood out against her small mousy face. She stood with her hands folded behind her back, leaning on one foot as youngsters tended to, a polite and inquisitive smile playing on her lips as she tilted her head as if to ask “how may I help you?”.

I noticed the lanky middle-aged Asian man stood next to her, and nodded to acknowledge him, “Is this your daughter?”

“Yes, she is,” he placed a protective hand on her shoulder as he turned to face me, “Can we help you with something?”

“Mind if I r*pe and snuff her?”

“Oh, not at all,” he dropped his hand from her shoulder, and gestured at me with a wave to carry on. “Alli, show the nice man your ID card.”

“Okay!” the girl reached into her purse and fished out a tiny cardholder, from it producing a student ID. She held it out to me, and with one look I knew I was going to have fun.

I turned back to my wife, who was now crouched over, one child still in hand while she spoke to the other one in a hushed tone. “Hey, why don’t you take the brats and go cool off at the café outside. I’ll hold our place in the line.”

She shot me an annoyed look, her eyes darting between me and girl. But she said nothing more before straightening up and leading both the kids out of the line.

I returned the girl her card as I began to undo my belt, “So, Alli, right? Your daddy bring you on a birthday trip, I presume?”

“Mmhmm, yup.” she beamed, “I’ve always wanted to come to Bizney, but we took a bit to save up for this.”

“You’re in college now, right? A freshman?” I dropped my pants and underwear, letting my half-mast cock swing free. Her father looked the other way politely.

“Yup!”

I eyed her dainty frame, gauging how best to proceed. “So how’re you enjoying your course?”

“Well, I’m studying architecture at Columbia U, so it—"

I slammed my palm into her neck, gripping her fragile throat between my fingers and lifting her off the ground. She choked, making a few retching noises as her eyes went bloodshot. But the smile returned to her face as she continued mumbling with what little air she had.

“I-It’s really int…intereshtin…” she wheezed.

My tongue was in her throat immediately, rummaging through every corner of her mouth – over her lips and teeth, under her tongue, and I think I even got a taste of her uvula. Her tongue flailed in response, dancing and coiling around mine almost instinctively. Staring into her massive, blue-tinted irises, tears in the corners of her eyes and pupils shaking and dilated, I felt my cock begin to harden up properly. I bit down on her lip, chewing and pulling on it till I tasted rust. Her tongue followed after mine as I relished the texture and flavour of her mouth. After I felt her face was sufficiently marked and splattered, I pulled back, spat in square in the middle of the girl’s face, and released my hold on her neck.

She fell to the ground coughing, fumbling her footing and toppling onto a handrail with a CLANG. She listed onto her side, barely staying off the floor as she hung onto the rail by the crook of her elbow. Her father took a step back to give her space, still turned the other way. Everyone else in the line had gone silent, twiddling their thumbs, swiping away on their phones, or suddenly finding the sky and floor particularly interesting.

Her laboured breathing persisted as she tried to get her legs back under her. But I didn’t wait, closing the distance to grab a hold of a chunk of her hair. I gripped one of her braids, wrapping it around my knuckles, before lacing my fingers into her silky hair, finding her scalp with my nails just to be sure. I tried jerking her left and right to see if I had a solid enough handhold. When I hoisted her up to eye level, she was still smiling, even with her head and neck twisted at an unnatural angle and her quickly swelling lip.

“Ever sucked dick before, Alli?” I gathered up her tiny hands with my free hand, placing them on my fully erect dick.

“Nope,” she pouted, seeming not to notice as her own soft, lithe hands began to roll up and down my shaft. “My parents were very strict growing up, said I couldn’t date till college. And now that I am in college—”

I spiked her head downward, landing her face perfectly on my penis as planned. With a wet URKHH my cock slipped right past her lips and into her throat.

“You’re a real chatty little ch*nk, aren’t ya?” I felt the head of my dick hit her pharynx and stop, but it wasn’t anything that a few good elbows into the back of her skull couldn’t fix.

ACK—UCK—!

Her displaced hands wrapped themselves around my waist as I broke past her throatbarrier, and immediately I felt the suction. The folds of her oesophagus pressed in around my dick, twitching and constricting as I pushed in deeper to cut off her airflow.

“Ugh, FUCK, your virgin throat is real tight, I’ll give you that!”

Grabbing her head with both hands, I began to thrust my hips, throwing her skull back and forth along the length of my cock.

SCHLUCK, GURKH, SCHLUCK, GURKH, SCHLU—

With each thrust, more of her throatslime coated my dick, bubbling out of her lips and splattering on her face and my pelvis. I made sure to pull out of her face only enough that the head of my cock would always keep her windpipe choked. It was a little trick I’d figured out from using enough of these snuffmeats – it makes the tightness of their throatpussies go up over the course of facefucking. As their oxygen runs lower and lower the longer you hold it, they suck harder and harder out of desperation.

The thing is, most rapedolls go limp after the first minute. You can feel it in their throats slackening and their bodies dropping to the floor. But as I continued thrusting well into the second or third minute, I realised that this one was still holding herself up on her knees. Her oesophagus just kept wringing me out, like she was thirsty for seed. When I looked down, I found her staring up at me still, eyes dazed and dilated but mostly conscious. I spat into one of them just to see her reaction, but she didn’t even flinch.

“Tough little g**k, aren’t ya?” I slid her down my shaft and pinned her against my groin, giving the side of her head a nice, solid slap. The kind worthy of a Dana White-produced TV show.

She had to blink that one off. Another good slap, this one giving us a resounding THWACK. A trickle of blood rolled from her ear as I pulled my palm away. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. Her right eye began swelling shut amidst the pinkish palm prints layered on top of one another across her cheek.

When I let go of her scalp, her face popped off with a SCHLOOOOOP, strands of thick throatslime still trailing from my cock to her lips. She immediately began gasping for air, her breath shaky as she swayed off my cock.

 I kicked her in the chest – not even that hard. Maybe as hard as I might have when slamming the brakes on my car. But it was enough for her to topple over onto her back, coughing.

“So, how’d you like your first taste of manhood?”

Between the uncontrollable hacking and the bruised-up pharynx, she made a good effort of hissing a reply, “Nhhott…bhaadd…”

“Well, get ready for the next course!”

I saw her eyes widen for a split second before her head disappeared underneath me. My ass slammed into her face, sending my entire weight into her skull, which bounced against the concrete with a dull THUMP.

“Hope your little yellow face likes my brown mantaint!” I laughed as I began to grind against her face, but when she didn’t move I had to peer down and give the top of her head a good slap. “Oi, g**kslut, still alive down there?”

Her hand came up to give me a wobbly thumbs up, before I felt her tongue on my asshole. An uncertain poke here, a half-hearted lick there. I grabbed the top of her head and began jackhammering her skull into my asscrack.

“Put your fucking back into it, you fuckin’ slanty-eyed ret*rd.”

Her legs came up a tad, like she was riding an invisible bicycle, as I started to press my weight down further on her. She started getting better at her job, wriggling her tongue into my anus, her lips and saliva smearing themselves across my groin and balls as she held onto my hips to make out with my rear. Somewhere in there, as her tongue thrust in and out of my unwashed rectum, she managed to even find that sweet spot.

“Ugh, yeah, go on deeper,” I slammed a fist into her gut, getting a satisfying ACHHH, but also realising that she was nice and firm.

When I hiked up her tube top, I found a nice, toned belly.

“Hey, Alli’s daddy,” I called while continuing to inspect her body, pulling up the top further, “She the sporty type?”

The man glanced back momentarily, making eye contact before turning back around abruptly, “Y-yeah, she was on the track team. Just won a medal last week.”

I liked that he was already using the past tense.

I pulled the top all the way up, revealing her petite A-cup tits. Not much to work with, but at least they were soft. I kneaded them back and forth beneath my comparatively massive palm as she continued to make sloppy wet noises beneath my ass. With my other hand, I gathered up her hands again to have her stroke me off again. I found she was still maintaining eye contact after all that, her striking blue eyes still staring up at me with half her face obscured under me, so I spat in her eyes again.

“Quite a hardworker, isn’t she?” I mused, “You proud of her, Alli’s daddy?”

“Yes, very much so,” he didn’t turn around this time.

“With a really pretty face too, huh?”

“Uh…yes, my daughter is quite beautiful.”

“You’ll wanna see this next bit then,” I said as I slapped away the girl’s hands and stood.

The man turned around tentatively as I straightened up. I beckoned him to turn fully to face his blood and saliva-coated daughter on the floor. I kicked off the pants and underwear sat in a pile around my ankles, freeing up my legs.

“Quite beautiful, indeed.”

I raised a foot to the height of my mid-thigh, and slammed it down square on her face. CRUNCH. The little ch*nk’s face crumpled in on itself, a couple of flecks of blood finding their way up to my face. I wiped them away disdainfully before removing my foot to inspect my handiwork.

The young lady was missing most of her front teeth, her nose flattened into her skull, and lacerations all across the central axis of her face from her forehead down to her chin. There was a slight whistle to her laboured breaths. Blood dribbled from everywhere, and both her eyes were now welting shut, but yet she kept gazing at me with those blue eyes.

I undid the buttons on her shorts before yanking them off, then ripped off the flimsy white panties beneath. Grabbing her ankles, I hoisted her abdomen up, flipping her over halfway onto her side. She steadied herself with her hands planted on the floor. Stepping over one of her legs, I put myself into a scissor position between her legs whilst still stood upright. Puppeteering her ass awkwardly using my hold on her legs, I piloted the head of my cock clumsily until it rested on her vulva.

“Ready to become a woman, Alli?”

“Yesshir,”

I yanked up on her ankles whilst simultaneously dropping my weight down, slamming my cock into her cunt. Just like with her throat, there was some resistance. In fact, more resistance. I felt my dick fighting its way through the tight, rigid folds of her virgin pussy, every inch won by ripping through tender, unblemished fuckmeat. I saw her toes curl and her fists ball, the rest of her body twitching as I invaded her vagina.

Five inches in, I found the cervix. A hard wall.

I adjusted my footing a bit, planting one heel on the girl’s mangled cheek. Then I yanked her ankles even harder, throwing my pelvis downwards with renewed force. My cock blew past the cervix, inciting more convulsions in her. I heard her whistly breathing get shallower and louder. I finally topped out at seven inches, the tip of my dick probing the soft meat on the inside of her womb. I rolled my hip back and forth, savouring the sensation of untreaded reproductive real estate.

Then I began thrusting, moving my hips up and down in a rhythmic tandem with how I hoisted her legs and let her drop. Squelch, squelch, squelch. With every motion, her cunt got softer, more receptive to my pounding. It moulded itself around my dick, sucking at me, each fold resisting each motion just enough to pleasure me.

“Argh, I never knew yellow cunts would feel so good,” I turned to regard the man, who had gone back to looking away awkwardly, “Hey, Alli’s daddy, did your wife’s pussy feel this good?”

“Uh, well, I wouldn’t know what my daughter’s—”

“Wanna have a turn?”

He seemed genuinely taken aback by the offer, his jaw dropping and his brow furrowing.

“Lol, just kidding. I don’t intend to share.”

I began smashing my groin into hers harder, feeling myself approaching completion.

“Man, it’s a real shame no other guy’s ever gonna get to try out these holes of yours, Alli.”

There was a muffled mm-hmm from beneath my foot. I barely heard it over the wet clapping of my balls against her ass and the screech of the rollercoaster pulling into the platform.

As the last lot of passengers disembarked, the next lot began to board, and the queue ahead of me shuffled forward. I kept pounding the girl beneath me.

“Hey, um,” an elderly woman behind me piped up, “Do you want to move up?”

“Hold on—” I grunted, “—almost done.”

I finally felt my balls twitch and contract. With my remaining strength, I hauled her ankles up as far as they would go, letting my knees buckle beneath me. My entire body weight was directed into drilling my dick into the girl’s womb, and I felt the edges of her vulva tear as I slammed even deeper into her with the unprecedented force. Then came her spine. Pop, pop, pop. As I came down, her back folded in on itself. By the time I was squatted over her, her legs were folded up over her head, her feet hanging right by the sides of her face.

At that deepest point, I felt my balls unload, spewing my seed deep into the little China girl’s battered womb. She was so small (or perhaps her body was folded so unnaturally) that I felt my cum bubbling up and out of the lips of her vagina even before I pulled out.

I stood up and stepped away to disentangle myself from the girl’s legs, my now-flaccid cock sliding out of her cunt and dribbling semen all over the floor. I let her legs flop back onto the floor, and stretched my back a tad to work out the weird knots I’d just given myself while abusing Alli. When I turned back to take a look at her, I found she was a twisted mess – her upper body was faced up, and I could see her panting with her hands now relaxed by her side, but her lower body was twisted around so her ass was facing me. Joining the two halves was her mangled spine, odd shapes bulging at irregular angles and intervals.

“Still good?”

“Yesshir,” she managed between pants.

“Well then, let’s not be a bother to the others.” I grabbed one of her wrists and dragged her along to catch up to her father, who had moved up in the queue, “She sure can take a beating, huh?”

“I guess so,” the man nodded, averting his gaze from his daughter.

“Well,” I continued stretching my back, “That’s all I can be bothered to do with you, so—"

I stomped down on her face. And again, and again. Each time, her entire body shuddered like I was sending arcs of voltage through her. Her father watched politely as more crunches and pops resounded from her cranium.

When I was done, I could no longer see her eyes. They were somewhere in the mess of red, for sure, but between all the bubbling and spurting on what remained on the front side of her skull, there wasn’t much left to recognise.

“What an ugly little sl*nt, you should be thankful I was horny today.”

I realised the bubbling on her ex-face was her breathing, and thought to prod her with my toe.

“Oi, still alive?”

She raised a wobbly thumbs up.

I scratched my chin. The splatters and streaks of blood I’d left all across the past couple of metres of the floor were already enough of a mess. I couldn’t in good conscience make more of a mess.

I realised we were pretty close to the front of the queue. In fact, I was separated from the boarding platform by just one more set of rails. All things considered, the track was only about five metres from where I stood. I squinted a bit at the track leading further out the back of the platform.

“Well, any last words for her, Alli’s daddy?”

The man finally met his daughter’s not gaze, crouching down to place a hand on her shoulder, “I am very proud of you, Allison. Your mum will be too, once she finds out.”

A bit of irregular burbling emanated from the girl’s skull. She raised another wobbly thumbs up.

“Aaaaand, that’s about time.”

I slid my hands behind her armpits and knees (though the fact that her knees were now pointing backwards made this very strange) and lifted her with ease. Good thing these Ling-Lings were always so little and portable.

With a screech, the rollercoaster pulled into the platform, decelerating rapidly. I tossed the limp Asian over the rail, clearing her off the platform, and (I was impressed at this too) perfectly onto the front of the rollercoaster. The rounded nose of the first carriage smashed into her ribs with a dull, hollow whump, and she went spinning into the air before coming back down. On her second descent, however, her upper body fell between the gap between two carriages, but her lower body slammed into the platform and stopped. Everything above her waist disappeared beneath the advancing carriages, a massive splash of blood jetting onto the side of the rollercoaster as a result.

Every carriage thereafter bounced a bit as it pulled in, its wheels rolling over whatever was left down on the tracks. Sickening crunches and squelches could be heard even above the screech of the braking wheels.

“Oops,” I cringed as I looked over the twitching lower body left behind on the platform.

The intercom crackled on overhead: “Hi everyone, due to debris on the track, the Bisney Bullet is going to have to be halted momentarily. We assure you our staff will work quickly to clear things up, and seek your kind understanding to wait patiently in line. Thank you all.”

“Aw man…”

I peered over Alli’s father. He stood rigidly, eyes locked on what was left of his daughter’s corpse.

I turned around to the old lady from before, “Hey, sorry, mind holding my place in the queue for a bit? I just gotta step out for a bit, but if I lose my spot, my wife is gonna kill me.”

The old lady’s eyes darted between me and the mutilated mess on the platform, “Uh…yeah, sure.”

“Thanks,” I slipped under the railing, and stepped over to Alli’s lower body.

Some staff had already arrived onsite with a bucket, mop, trash bags, and a trolley.

“Hey, hey, hold on, I didn’t say I was done, did I?” I waved them off, and they backed away with puzzled looks.

I grabbed the corpse by an ankle, and dragged it back towards the queue.

“Hey, Alli’s daddy, what’s your name anyway?”

The man couldn’t decide if he wanted to meet my gaze or continue gawking at the twitching viscera next to me, “Allan.”

“Allan, nice to meet you,” I heaved up the half-corpse, letting its other leg hang free, making sure to point its bloodied, cum-oozing, tattered pussy toward the man. “Looks like the ride is gonna be down for a bit, you up for some fun?”

He blinked hard, twice.

Then he began unbuckling his pants.

[Necro, (post-)decapitation, windpipe-fucking, lactation, (post-)noncon]

It was half past one when I saw the suggested reel on my Instagram. Some influencer-wannabe named Chelly had just posted a video of her lounging about in a too-tight bikini, body oiled up for her fans on the internet to goon over. A quick look at her profile revealed she was actually a trust fund baby (daughter of some Magic Circle lawyer) with a full-ride scholarship at an Ivy League…pursuing a bachelor’s in ‘inclusivity and diversity’. Something about that combination of pedigree, brains and trashiness got me hard immediately. 

I copied the link on the reel and swiped open a different app, one that wasn’t available on the AppStore. It was a simple UI, just a single text field in which I pasted the URL and typed in ‘video add on’, before tapping the ‘submit’ button. A fluctuating ‘…’ appeared almost immediately, and I knew I was being tended to.

Within a minute or so, the ellipses gave way to text: ‘US$500,000, ETA 3hr’, and beneath that, buttons that read ‘accept’ and ‘cancel’. Without hesitation, I tapped to accept.

‘Your order has been confirmed.’

Satisfied with myself, I swiped the app closed and set aside my phone. I leaned back on my custom Herman Miller, took another sip of my Liber Pater, and continued flipping through the investors’ reports I’d fallen behind on during my recent retreat to the family island. 

Some time around four, one of the maids informed me via text that my order had arrived. I instructed the help to have it set up in the usual bedroom in the basement. I finished up with the last of my emails to my executives, dumped the remaining reports in the trash, and made my way downstairs. 

The ‘vice room’ was fairly spacious, but I kept it largely empty when it wasn’t in use. Made for easier cleaning. Only a king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room. As expected, the help had prepped the order neatly for my use. 

Sprawled on the bed, with its feet toward the headboard and pointed away from me, was a tanned female figure. It had had its head and arms removed, replaced with metal end caps, but its massive tits were still wrapped up with the same bikini from the Instagram reel. Man, I loved fresh meat. 

I slipped my hands under the bikini, wrapping my fingers around the soft breasts of what used to be Chelly. They were, surprisingly, not loaded with silicone. My fingers sunk right into the titmeat, and I kneaded and rolled them under my palms for a bit. I’d always found it amazing how they could keep the corpse warm well after it’d been prepped and shipped out. I couldn’t feel a pulse in there (there never was) but I’d also never had to deal with rigor mortis any earlier than a couple of days after delivery. My contacts tell me it has to do with certain proprietary chemicals used in the process of preparation. 

I pushed aside the bikini, exposing her nipples. Pinching them between the nails of my index fingers and thumbs, I rolled the delicate pink knobs back and forth roughly, pressing against her chest rhythmically, until I triggered another effect of the chemicals. Beads of chalky fluid welled from tips of the now-swollen nipples. I gathered up the fat udders of the corpse, and stuffed both nipples in my mouth. The moment I bit down on them, streams of warm, viscous milk squirted down my throat. Mildly sweet, very savoury.

My cock was already hard, and I spent a good few minutes running it up and down the metal endcap affixed on the stump of the neck while I took a few long gulps. Finally, when I was happy with the tasting. I pulled myself free and dropped my bathrobes. 

With one hand stroking myself to full-girth, I used the other to twist the neck’s endcap. It came off with a bit of resistance and a soft ‘squelch’. A small dribble of blood leaked onto the white sheets of the bed as I placed aside the endcap. And there it was, the exposed cross-section of ex-Chelly’s neck. 

I fingered the oesophagus tentatively to ensure it was sufficiently moist and elastic, then shoved my cock in with one smooth motion. The hole closed and constricted around my shaft as a matter of its inherent mechanical properties, sealing around the base of my dick as I pushed myself all the way into her chest. 

“Ugh, you’re a tight little teen, aren’t you?” I grabbed what remained of the neck, and squeezed it around my cock as I began moving in and out. “Oof, bet you never even had a boyfriend. This throat is as tight as a virgin’s, jeez.”

I used my other hand to grab one of its tits, pressing my nails deep into the flesh to leave indents. That gave me sufficient grip to start thrusting with full force into the body. It shuddered and shook and at times I saw its hips and legs twitch - reflexive actions, what few nerves left working firing off as they got jostled. 

“Oh shit, nearly forgot.”

I reached down awkwardly, unwilling to slide my dick out of the throatpussy fully, and retrieved my phone from the pocket of my discarded bathrobe. Back in the app, a .mov file awaited. I lodged the phone in the cleavage, where it sat snugly pressed in by heavy mounds on either side, and played the video.

“Wha—who the fuck are you?!”

I grabbed both tits, and tugged on them as I continued thrusting.

“Hey, get off—GET OFF ME!”

I squeezed harder on the breasts as I began to pound harder, picking up pace. They spurted and dribbled more titjuice.

“Daddy! DADDY! MOMMY! Hellllllp!!!”

The whole corpse flailed and flopped as I jackhammered its sternum from the inside-out with my dick. SQUEALCH, SQUIRP, SLOOOOP, its impossibly soft, sucking windpipe belched and wrung against the repeated trauma.

“NO, NO, no, please, wait—“

I slammed my dick all the way into the body, burying myself hilt-deep and leaning my entire weight on the chest of the corpse like I was in some sick porno parody of M.J.’s Smooth Criminal. Several pops and cracks resounded from the chest of ex-Chelly as I felt my balls contract and my load burst forth in visceral splurts. 

By the time I had emptied myself of seed, the video was 90% crimson and silent. 

I shoved myself off Chelly and regained most of my balance, shuffling backwards a few steps to allow my dick to slide free. A string of semen followed, before a glob of still-steaming cum oozed out, murky white mixing with the red already staining the sheets. 

I texted for the help to come clean up, slipping on my robes as I did so. Before I was even out the door, I was back on Instagram, scrolling through more reels.

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