anyone knows of this story? something like:  My Dinner Party. Gangbang Cum Sub Slut, Torture Pig and Human Toilet Tina Tigue  is the name of it. the author mainly is what I'm interested in. didn't even know that she was a real person, that pornstar, all I know is that that story is hot. thanks

 I'll post it here. need to find it first, in my system. as with the one that I will post today, I saved them only

through copy paste, not save as htm or something. And regarding both of them, this is not plagiarism, I do not

want to present myself as the author, I just think that these masterpieces need to be shared. Furthermore,

regarding both of these stories, I couldn't find who the author is, as I am interested in similar fantasy sex stories.

This one I know it from C-S-S-A. the site doesn't even exist anymore, after my searches.

Apart from the tags that the guy (or girl) put, I'll add some more, lest it would be taken off due to censorship.
cannibalism, self cannibalism, dismemberment

Natasha Kaplinsky: Night of Ecstasy.

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MF, cons, rape, oral, anal, mDom, mast, viol, tort, mutil, sick, snuff, necro, beast,
scat, ws.

Natasha Kaplinsky

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fantasy only. It is by no means meant to be
taken literally. It does contain elements many readers may find perverse, sick,
and degrading. Please, if you feel that this may upset you, do not continue, as I
do not wish for anyone to be distressed by reading it.

I asked the stunning, 33 year old bleached blonde if she wanted to come back to
my place for a cup of coffee. Of course, she knew that coffee was the last thing
on my mind, and she knew what we would end up doing if we went back to my
place - namely fucking like rabbits.

It had been a long night, all leading up to this crucial point. Of course, I myself
never expected it would have come even this far, but it had, and I was amazed.

‘Yeah, yeah, ok.' She answered as I asked her that all important question.

Back at my place, I opened the door and led her in. She looked around. I must
admit even I was impressed with the state of the apartment, of course I had
arranged and designed everything simply to improve my chances of having sex
with this gorgeous woman.

Natasha was wearing a pale pink Dior dress that was fairly skin-tight, but not so
much as to appear plainly sluttish. It did however perfectly accentuate her
statuesque, almost athletic figure. On her cute feet were pink, laced high heels.
Although I never mentioned it to her, high heels turn me on greatly. On her
shoulder to carried a black, shiny leather handbag, which contrasted perfectly with
the dress and shoes.

As she quickly scanned around the apartment with hawk eyes, I pretended not to
notice, although I definitely did.

‘Wine?' I asked.

‘I thought you said we were coming up for coffee?' She asked, mock seriously, at
least I think she wasn't serious. I was mortified for a second before her straight
face broke into a stunningly seductive smile, and she giggled wonderfully girlishly.

‘I'll go get it.' I said, relived and breathing deeply.

As I ventured into the kitchen, I saw she had made herself comfortable on the
brown leather sofa, I noticed how the dress had now become much tighter around
her body, and how her dress had ridden up slightly, exposing even more of her
shiny, silky smooth legs.

I quickly poured the glasses, and went back into the living area. Handing her a
glass, she took a sip, and looked at me.

‘You know, I am engaged to be married.' She said matter of factly, as I had to
avert my gaze from her pert breasts. I was fixated by them.

I nodded my head, and grinned. ‘And what kind of trash bag slut would I be to
fuck a guy like you when I am about to be married?' I could tell that she was now
simply playing with me; she knew what was going to happen next - the tease. But
I could tell she was looking for an answer anyway. So, I went for broke, and
replied; ‘a big one?' The answer came out partly as a declarative and partly as a
question. Natasha slowly leaned forward into me and, with great intimacy, put her
mouth to my ears, and responded ‘exactly.'

Seconds later, Nat was licking my ear hole with her piercingly sharp, wet tongue. I
instinctively pulled her head in front of mine, and lay a huge, passionate French
kiss on her cherry red lipsticked lips. The lipstick smeared all over her cheeks
and onto her chin, and covered my lips as well, I licked it off. We embraced again,
this time I fondled her hips through her dress with my anxious hands. All my
fingers were groping some part of her torso. Our mouths literally collided, nearly
smashing teeth as our tongues entered each others mouths. I was careful to try
not to shove mine right down the back of her throat, touching her tonsils. My
tongue took a life of its own as it began sucking on her feminine tongue. Saliva
rapidly exchanged mouths back and forth, with some of it dribbling down our
chins, with our mouths gaping open so wide and far. The sound of the smacking
caused my hard-on to increase in size and strength. I even started biting her lips,
tasting them, and eating all the lipstick. I was now grasping at her tits, (still through
her dress of course), and squeezing them as hard as I could, causing a muffled
yelp of agony from Natasha, still our lips locked together.

I broke the kiss abruptly, and as we looked at each other, as I was about to remove
her dress, she did so for me, delicately pulling down the shoulder straps, letting
them fall against her arms. I looked on, realising she had no bra on. She pulled my
head down onto her chest, and I started using my mouth once more, to suck and
chew on her pointy red nipples, totally erect, I noticed how before they poked out
of her dress. My mouth worked and worked harder and longer on her mammary
glands. She put a finger in her mouth, and sucked it provocatively. She then
offered it to me, and I gladly accepted licking and sucking hard on it like a cock,
my hands now found their way underneath her dress, up between her legs, and
searching for her cunt. Finding her thin, long, narrow slit, I worked a finger into it
as she groaned and moaned with absolute pleasure. I was suddenly shocked
when this ended abruptly, as Natasha announced that she needed the toilet. I
presumed it was from her stimulating her twat that had loosened her bladder.

She stood up, and, removing her dress completely, revealing a peachy arse and
a trimmed cunt, she walked around, looking for the toilet. ‘It's through there,' I
told her, pointing to just across from us.

She walked in the toilet, and shut the door. I stood up, walked over, and opened it,
looking on as she squatted like a dog, and opened her legs to allow a steaming
yellow fluid to emanate from it. She was shocked, and gasped when I did so, and
demanded that I leave, but then came a kind of kinky arousal, as she asked for me
to look. I walked over to the toilet, and, bending down, I turned my head to face as
good a view of her arse and twat as I could get without actually being the toilet. I
marvelled at the manner in which her cunt seemed to expand and then contract as
she intermittently pissed into the toilet.

‘You are so fucking hot.' I said this without even thinking about it.

Natasha stood up, as she had finished, and to her shock, I went to her cunt and
licked the remaining urine off her pubic hairs and pussy lips. She smiled. At my
request, she went to the kitchen and pulled a bottle of Evian water out of the
fridge. She drank it, almost all in one go, and I asked her if she would piss on me.
She seemed a little disturbed by my request, but I think she saw the sexy side of
it when I smiled and told her how much it would arouse me. There was a lot more
to the ‘butter wouldn't melt' façade of Nat than anyone realised, and I was going to
take full advantage of it.

Natasha stood straight, as I lay on the floor underneath her, trying to get just the
right angle so that her urine would spray all over my face, and hopefully in my
mouth, too. Natasha was having trouble, but after a few seconds, a small gush,
followed by a much longer one, emanated from her cunt. The yellowy white
cascade went from her bladder, out of her snatch, and down onto the ground,
some of it finding its way onto my face, where it splashed off and dripped down
the sides of my face onto the floor. Some stung my eyes, and some even went
into my mouth, which I swallowed immediately. It was warm for a few seconds
before going cold, and dry. ‘I can't do any more. I'm sorry.' She said, apologetically.

I got to my knees, and licked the remaining urine from her trimmed brown pubic
hairs, which rubbed like sandpaper on my tongue. She giggled a bit when I
sucked her cunt lips dry of the piss as well.

Natasha had obviously felt something awakened in her. She walked back over to
the couch, and I quickly tore off all my clothes. My cock bobbed up and down,
fully erect, as I walked over to her. As I reached the couch, Natasha was lying on
it, facing me, with her head resting on her arm. Her body was facing me. As I got
closer, and was ready to pounce on her, she stuck one leg out, and it hit me in the
stomach, she was stopping me from getting any closer to her. Her feet looked
lovely, in those high heels, with the nails varnished pink. I took hold of it with one
hand, and getting down on my knees, still holding her leg out straight, I gently
removed the high heels, unstrapping them, and sliding them off slowly; I sniffed at
one of her feet long and deeply. I began licking the sole, in long, smooth, slow
motions. She was biting her lip, trying to stop from laughing, as I could tell this was
tickling her. I put all five toes in my mouth and sucked and dribbled saliva all over
them. The one at a time, I sucked at them, with my mouth tightly closed, as though
they were nipples. Having satisfied my foot fetish, I put her leg down, and moved
over to her.

‘I want to try something even sicker.' She said. I was intrigued, having definitely
brought out the dark side of Nat. I couldn't wait to see what it was. She waited for a
moment, and then opened her mouth, and put a finger inside of it, probing deep
down inside her throat as far as she could. She heaved, but did not vomit. I was
greatly enjoying this shamelessly depraved display of uninhibited sexuality. She
looked at me and said ‘come on, how else do you think I keep my figure?' I
smiled. She put a finger even further down the back of her throat this time and
promptly made herself vomit, heaving and making a throwing up noise as the
vomit hit the couch, and dripped down her chin, onto her chest and tits. It was a
congealed fluid that was white, almost clear in colour, with small bits and pieces of
things in it. She looked at me, worried, as though she had disgusted me, but I put
a hand on her face, stroking it, and then kissed her full on the lips, tasting her
vomit, which, of course, tasted like vomit. I then lapped it off her chin, and then off
her tumultuous breasts. The vomit tasted just as good as anything else I have
ever tasted, perhaps only because I was in a heightened state of sexual
excitement.

‘I'd like you to do that again, baby.' I asked her. She shoved a whole hand into her
mouth, and I was amazed how far she could get it, right up to the end of her wrist,
and to the beginning of her arm, she actually threw up whilst her hand was still
inside her mouth. The sick went in small sprays from the corner of her mouth,
and I licked it off. The as she pulled out her hand, covered in a slimy, shiny fluid,
I put that in my mouth as well, sucking off each finger one at a time.

Once again, I kissed her, tasting her saliva and vomit together. Then I got on top
of the bitch and slid my throbbing cock deep inside her cunt. I was feeling very
seedy and dirty, so I tested it out on Natasha.

‘Is this what you want? Huh? You want my cock inside you, you fucking whore cunt?'

She was very excited by this, and replied; ‘Oh, yes, yes, yes, fuck me deep, come
in me, come all over me.'

We sounded like some 70's porn movie. I was enjoying it, though, and so was
Nat, I could tell.

My cock pushed and probed deeper and deeper into her womb, and with great
ease, perhaps she really was a bit of a slut. I pumped my length in and out, hard
and fast, hurting her. I maintained eye contact, and she with me. It was the best
fuck I have ever had in my life. My cock was rock solid, and her twat was quivering
under the force and pressure I was exerting on her. Sweat was beginning to form
on her breasts, which I leaned over and licked off. I was either sucking or biting
her tits all the way through this.

‘Oh, oh, fuck me harder, fuck me harder. HARDER! FUCK ME LIKE A BITCH
FUCKING SLUT TRASH BAG WHORE!'

I was really pushing hard, hurting her a lot, and I grit my teeth and frowned as I
grabbed hold of her face, at the chin, and squeezed. Her face contorted into a
look of seriousness and pain. She made deep howling and agonised screams as
I rammed harder and harder.

I joined in with the sick sexual name calling. ‘YOU WANT MY COME IN YOU?
YOU WANT ME TO SPRAY MY LOAD INSIDE YOU? YOU FUCK, YOU
FUCKING SLAG! YOU ANOREXIC WHORE CUNT SUCKING TWAT!'

She tilted her head back, and I stroked her exposed neck, as I was reaching a
climax inside her slit. I finally came, exploding my come into her, spraying up into
her womb. She groaned deeply and primitively, sounding like an ape or gorilla.
As she looked back at me, I saw how aroused she was, not just from my fucking
her cunt, but from the name calling as well.

‘I like it when you abuse me.' She said. This was becoming a sadists dream.

‘Really?'

‘Yes. I want you to insult and abuse me; I want to be treated like shit.'

‘Well, if that's what you want, then...GET ON YOUR KNEES YOU CUNT!' I
screamed at her, spraying saliva on her pretty face.

She immediately followed my order. I have to admit, I had never really tried
anything like this before, and wasn't sure how I would feel about it, but, I'll try
anything once.

She sat there, on all fours, just ready for my abuse and taunting. I was trying to
think of something, in the meantime I told her; ‘DON'T FUCKING MOVE! IF
YOU MOVE, I AM GONNA KICK YOU IN THE STOMACH!'

A few seconds later, I made my first demand. ‘BARK! BARK YOU BITCH! BARK
LIKE THE LOW DOWN DOG YOU ARE!'

She mocked tears, as though this was humiliating to her; maybe it was, but I think
she was faking. Either way, her sobbing really turned me on. The humiliation and
degradation of women always had. It's just that I had never been the one
humiliating or degrading them.

‘WOOF, WOOF.' She began to say.

‘That's PAHETIC! DO IT AGAIN!'

She growled and howled like a dog, and began going ‘BARK BARK.' She even let
her tongue dangle obscenely out of her mouth, just like a dog. She was also
panting deeply, breathing heavily in and out. I have to admit, this really turned me
on; a naked, female, human dog. Who would've thought it? She had pleased me
more than ever, as I stood over her, and walked around, watching her imitating a
hound. But of course, I wasn't going to tell her that, and I am sure she didn't want
to know either. I kept up the domination façade.

‘OK, NOW, IF YOU CAN, IF YOU FIND IT EVEN POSSIBLE, YOU CUNT, I WANT
YOU TO SHIT LIKE A DOG! DO YOU HEAR ME! YOU ARE A NO GOOD BITCH
OF A DOG, AND YOU ARE GOING TO SHIT ALL OVER THE FLOOR FOR ME,
CAUSE THAT'S WHAT DOGS DO!'

She closed her eyes tight, and bit a lip. Before opening them, and breathing
heavily, exactly like a dog. I could tell she was trying to force something out.
Gasping and pushing, trying to open her anus, and squeeze something out.
She was desperately trying to excite me, and she was, in a very depraved,
violently misogynistic way. Finally, a thick, long, brown turd came out of her anus,
and like a sausage, it slowly oozed out, dropping to the floor, and smearing on the
backs of her legs.

‘WOOF, BARK!' She said as she did so.

‘GOOD,' I said, as I admired her shit sitting on the ground, curled up, becoming
dry.

‘NOW, I WANT YOU TO TURN AROUND, AND EAT IT! FEAST ON YOUR OWN
SHIT!'

She did not question me, but immediately turned round, and, sniffing at it like a
dog, then put her head down, and in a beautiful display, opened her mouth, and
gobbled it all up, growling as she did so. She shook her head from side to side as
she licked the last of it from the floor. Looking up, her face was covered in it.

I walked over to where she was, kneeled down, held her chin up, as she looked at
me, tongue out, and I licked her face, from her chin, to her extended tongue, and
then up to her forehead. Tasting her shit, I then slapped her hard a few times
across her face. Her cheeks became crimson red. I stood back up.

‘GOOD, YOU'RE A VERY GOOD LITTLE DOGGIE.'

I was really getting the hang of this, but, unfortunately for the unsuspecting Nat, I
was about to get far more violent. This was not directly her fault, although she had
coaxed me into doing it in the first place.

As I had threatened to do so before, I walked up to her side, and, whilst she was
still being a dog, I lifted my foot up, pulled it back, and threw it forward with such
force it could have taken her head off. But I didn't kick her in the head; I kicked her
hard, as hard as I could, in her pretty stomach. Her belch of pain caused my hard
on to grow stronger. This was genuine agony on her part.

‘YOU FUCKING STUPID CUNT OF A WHORE! YOU WANT ME TO ABUSE
YOU?! HUH? YOU THINK THIS IS ABUSE YOU BITCH OF A COCKSUCKING
ARSE SUCKER!'

She writhed around in pain, doubled up on the floor, in a fetal position, grasping
and protecting her ribs. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying this any more. My guess
was not.

I looked at her, as she cried, and had a small drop of blood by the side of her
mouth. My eyes became furious, and I went to the other side of her, to her totally
exposed back, and kicked her hard in it several times. The screams were barely
audible after a few kicks, because she was sobbing so much from the pain. She
hardly had time to actually feel me kicking her so hard. I was careful that she didn't
die from it, though. I took hold of my cock, and pissed all over her entire body,
making sure I got some of it in her eyes as well. I stood back from her to admire
her pain.

‘Is that it? Baby? Is that enough, now?'

She cried, trying to give me a response.

‘I...', she could barely force out a two syllable word.

‘What? You what?'

‘I...I think, I have had enough, now.' She managed.

‘YOU FUCKING CUNT! YOU THINK YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH? I'LL SAY WHEN
YOU'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!' I walked to her and screamed this down her earhole.

I picked her up carelessly, not thinking of the pain it could cause her from her
obviously broken ribs. I told her to stand straight; otherwise I would kill her
immediately. She stood, frail and fragile, still clasping for dear life onto her broken
ribs. I poked her in them and she screamed. She couldn't even lift a fist to punch
me because the pain would be too great. I lifted a fist, and it connected square
with her jaw with a crack, and sent her flailing to the ground once more.

‘Don't go anywhere, baby. I'll be right back.'

I went to the kitchen, opened the cutlery draw, and pulled out the biggest fucking
knife you have ever seen in your life. I looked closely at the blade, noticing how
goddamn sharp it was. I had bought it a while ago, but never really had cause to
us it till now. It was the kind of knife that could cut a tin can as easily as an apple...
or human flesh.

I made my way back into the living room, where Natasha was desperately but
hopelessly edging her way along the floor trying to reach the door. Her strength
was gone, though, having only one good hand with which to crawl. I sat down on
the vomit stained couch for a minute or so and watched her. She knew I was there,
and that I would never let her leave from this place, but still she carried on trying.

‘You know, you got a lotta heart, Nat.' I told her, sincerely.

Her near limp body continued to move millimetre by millimetre towards some
hope of escaping this man made hell I had constructed for her. I saw a small trail
of blood and saliva that she had left behind her on the floor.

‘You silly girl. I am going to have to clean that up, now.' I chided her.

Natasha was about 4 feet away from the front door, when I casually got up from
the couch, walked over to where she lay, and gently nudged her with my right foot.
She was motionless. I was distraught for a moment, literally upset. I thought I had
killed her prematurely. Luckily though, I was incorrect. Nat suddenly grabbed my
leg, and tried biting at it, but I managed to shake her loose, and I kicked her in the
chest with all my might. This left her rasping and gasping for air. But she soon
regained control of her breathing.

I went to the other corner of the room, to the camera I had set up to document my
rape, torture and eventual murder of Nat. I flicked a switch to ‘REC', and began
filming my own snuff movie. Natasha lay on the floor, face up now, spread eagled,
and prone and vulnerable.

‘Submission. That's what I like in a woman. Complete and total submission.'

Her chest and tits expanded and contracted as she breather on the cold, tiled
floor. Her arms were stretched at her side. One leg was crooked, bent back, the
other was straight.

‘Stand up for me, baby.' I told her.

Natasha, either of her own will or because of my demand (I like to think both),
turned onto her front, and using all her energy, managed to use her hands to push
herself onto all fours. As she did so I heard something crack; probably one of her
bones. Now she used her lovely legs to push herself up. She nearly fell forwards
as she did so, I laughed. Natasha struggled to get to her feet, but she did. And
there she stood, facing me. There were no real marks on her body, just a little
blood at the side of her mouth, and her mascara which was running down her
cheeks due to her tears.

‘Wipe your face, you look disgusting.'

Natasha obliged, and rubbed both hands over the mascara and blood, eliminating it
from her face. She tried to speak as well.

‘Please...I didn't...this isn't what I wanted...I mean I thought I did, but...'

Her begging was pathetic.

‘You wanted this, Nat, you wanted me to abuse you, and this is what you're going
to get.'

She erupted in tears once again. It was a satisfying sight, but I wanted her to stop.

‘Stop that, you look terrible when you cry. You should be happy. Be happy for all the
fucked up things I am going to do with your body.'

She stifled tears, and I went back to the couch, picked up the knife, and walked
over to her.

‘Now, I want you to cut your self.' I said.

I went back to the camera, positioning it so I got the best shot possible. Natasha
looked at the blade then at the camera, and realised if she wanted to at least live
for a while, she should do what I say.

She lifted the knife, cried, and then with one stroke, swiped it rapidly across her
chest, just missing her tits. The slit made seemed invisible for a second, until I
saw the blood seeping from it. She didn't cry any more, even though it must have
hurt. I played games with her.

‘Oh, sorry, no, you misunderstood.' I mocked her.

She looked confused as I carried on. ‘I meant I want you to cut down there.' I
pointed between her legs, at the trimmed pubes between them.

‘What?' She gasped.

‘I meant I want you to cut open your vagina for me.'

Her face contorted beautifully in fear, panic and revulsion. She begged me to stop,
which I simply laughed at. The blood on her chest continued to slowly seep out of
her. She widened her legs. ‘That's it.' I told her, encouragingly. She held the knife
blade tip directly in front of her pussy.

‘That's it, baby. Right into your cunt.'

She pulled it forward, and then plunged it in ecstatic frenzy into her cunt. Her
howling was indescribable, but I can say it was enough to cause me to put my
hand down my pants and jerk myself off. This was incredible.

The blood from the cunt wound sprayed out of her legs, just as the vomit had from
her mouth. And the blade was fixed inside of her.

‘That's great. Ok, now, a little deeper, just a little deeper.'

She hesitated, foolishly.

‘Now, Nat, you know what's going to happen if you don't do what I say. Don't make
me do that, please, don't, I don't want to have to do that.'

Natasha looked at the serrated blade edge, and in a simple move of
self-preservation, she forced the knife back in between her legs, trying to inflict as
little personal injury to herself as possible, but I could see the skin tearing apart,
her lips torn in many pieces, dangling from between her legs. The pubic hairs
were soaked and dripping with menstrual blood. It was even running down each
leg in thin rivers. ‘You're doing great, this is great.' I told her.

Natasha could stand no more, and let the knife fall to the ground. I walked over to
where it was, picked it up, and licked it clean of the blood. As I looked at what
once was her vagina, between her legs was now simply a gaping hole of darkness
and blood, wide and slack.

‘Right, now, I have another nice little surprise.'

I went back to the kitchen, dropped the knife into the sink, and picked up a pair of
metal pliers, two pairs, actually. I knew exactly what I was going to do with them.
This was only the beginning. I walked back in the living room. Natasha gasped and
shrieked in anguish as she saw what I was holding, she wasn't an idiot; she knew
exactly what I was about to do.

I walker over to her, checking I was still filming, and, putting one pair of pliers into
my pocket, I held the other one up to her chest, and ran it slowly, seductively over
a cold, firm breast. Circling the nipple, I opened the pliers, and placed the ends of
them over her nipple. I slowly closed the pliers, looking at Natasha's blood strewn,
tearful expression. She simply seemed to be asking ‘why?'

As I got closer to fully closing them, Natasha vaguely whimpered, before the
pliers were fully closed on her nipple, tighter, and tighter I pressed them as hard
together as I could. The nipple began to secrete a milky white, but also red liquid.
I followed by doing the same thing to the other nipple; what surprised me most
was that Nat never even really screamed or yelled. I had to admire that. Now both
pairs of pliers were grasped firmly, clamped onto the nipples. They dangled down,
as Natasha simply stood there, noticing the gun I had on the table near me; what it
meant was this; ‘fuck with me and die, bitch.'

The blood trickled down from the nipples lower onto her breasts. I stood back,
and looked through the camera, doing a close up of her expression, as she
looked at me, and then zooming in on the nipples. She lifted her arms.

‘Leave them there.' I warned her.

I walked back over to her. I grabbed hold of both pairs of pliers, and yanked down
on them hard. She elicited the loudest scream of unadulterated pain I have ever
heard in my life. The force was so strong that as the pliers were pulled down, her
nipples broke; they tore apart, tearing off her breasts, leaving a thin layer of fleshy
skin, pouring a liquid out underneath. I looked at my hands, holding the blood
stained pliers, and sniffed and licked at them.

Natasha, still screaming endlessly, fell against the nearby couch, lying on it
screaming, as she covered the now gone nipples, trying to stop the bleeding. I ran
back over to the camera, to get her response and physical torment on film. The
fleshy mounds of breasts wobbled and jiggled as she held them. Her hands in
turn became blood filled. But I didn't want her to die just yet.

I went away from the camera, the screams drowning out a little bit as I reached the
kitchen. Then I remembered.

I turned from the kitchen, and went toward the bedroom. Once there, I looked
around, trying to find it. There it was; in the corner, the dog I had bought just the
other day. I had starved it deliberately, and kept it deprived of any other company,
female or otherwise.

I grabbed hold of its neck collar, and brought it into the living room. Nat simply
looked on, as I did so. Natasha was still on the couch, arms crossed across her
bleeding tits.

‘This is Ted.' I told her. ‘He's my dog. Do you like him?' She said nothing, simply
too distraught to speak. ‘I think you will like him.' I let the dog go, and he
immediately went over to Natasha, licking her legs, and then after jumping on the
couch, licking her chest. I positioned the camera to film all of this. Ted licked all
the blood from off her chest and legs.

‘OK, now, suck his cock.' I told her.

Natasha took hold of the dog, and before she was about to try and kill it, she
realised how useless that would be. Instead, she did as I said, and took hold of
the dog's long cock. She looked at the camera, unintentionally, and began
wanking the dog off, getting it hard. The dog meanwhile, let out short gruff,
repulsive moans of pleasure. Nat next lay the dog down in front of her on the
couch, and lay chest down herself. Carefully positioning the dog, she held its cock
with one hand, and with the other, held the dog in place.

Now she lowered her mouth, sobbed for a moment, then opened her lips and
began to gorge the dog's length into her mouth. I aimed the camera down to get
the full view, whilst tossing off my own cock to the unique sight. Natasha held the
dog's body as steadily as she could, while bobbing her pretty head up and down,
her lips enlarged as she wrapped them around the penis. Natasha had her eyes
closed tight, so I told her to open them.

‘Nat, sweetheart, please open your eyes and look at the camera, we want to see
how much you are enjoying this.'

To this, Natasha's face nearly turned purple with anger, and I pointed to the gun that lay
just beside me.

Nat relented, and looked toward me, her cheeks contracted as she sucked hard on
the stiff cock. She took her mouth off the cock for a second, and, with a look so
slutty it could cause your cock to explode, she began rimming the top of the cock
with the tip of her tongue, before kissing and biting the flesh going toward the
base of the stiff hard-on. She closed her eyes, and let her lips guide her around
the dark flesh, as the dog yelped with excitement.

‘I loooove sucking cock. Any cock, I don't care, because I am a filthy cunt.' She
said, and I made sure to get her facial expression as she said it.

‘That's very good.' I told her.

There was something not quite right about this...something even more twisted
than I had initially anticipated.

Natasha actually seemed to be...liking it.

She let go of the cock as it came in her mouth, the foamy white fluid covering her
top lip, and dripping off her chin. She used a finger to scoop it off and sucked it
longingly off her finger.

‘That's very good.' I told her.

This sudden shift in mood on Nat's part sent quivers down my cock.

She looked down to her mutilated breasts, and noticing she had no nipples,
dangled her tongue and licked the pouring blood off them, she even chewed and
ate some of the flesh that remained after her nipples had gone. Her breasts were
covered in blood and saliva.

What she did next turned me on so much, I cannot describe it.

Turning back to the dog, she got hold of him, and, kissing him hard on his sloppy
mouth, lay him between her legs, aiming his cock at her torn beyond recognition
cunt. She let the dog fuck her, as its cock slid further and deeper into her once
womanhood. She let out moans as she put her hand down there and licked the
hairs and blood that was strewn about her snatch. it moved its body back and forth
on top of her as she wrapped her legs around it.

As the dog came, she tickled his ears, and he licked hungrily at the blood on her
chest.

She let go of the dog, after licking his entire body, and stood to speak to me.

‘Rape me. Rape me, when I am completely defenceless, for your pleasure; treat
me as a brainless plaything here for your enjoyment. Use and abuse me; fuck me,
suck me, then kill me.'

All that came out in a stream of consciousness.

Minutes later, I had Nat bent over the couch, a gag tightly binding her mouth.
Having stabbed and shot the dog to death (and having made him lick my testicles),
I threw it in the bin. I held her hair tightly, pulling clumps of it out, and stabbed my
cock up her anus.

‘Is this what you want? You bitch of a cock sucker cunt!' I yelled in her ear, surely
half deafened by now. I rammed my meat in and out, and even licked her arse out,
demanding her to shit on me, which she did. I then shit on her.

‘RAPE ME! RAPE ME! VIOLATE ME! I WANT YOU TO DESTROY ME! TEAR
MY USELESS BODY LIMB FROM LIMB! MUTILATE ME, FUCK MY DEAD
BODY.'

My resolve strengthened infinitely, my cock surged further into the cunt's arse. I
grabbed and tore at her cheek flesh, blood dripped and she screamed in agony
and ecstasy. ‘I'M GOING TO FUCK YOU TO DEATH YOU CUNT SUCKER!'

I finished coming in her, and then smeared my come all over her face. I then
kissed her hard, and bit at her lips, causing them to break open and bleed.

‘IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE?' She screamed in anguish.

I left the room, and came back in with a fully operational chainsaw. I put it on the
table, and kicked Nat to the ground. I reached in my pocket, and pulled out some
nails. I nailed her hands and feet to the ground, and used the chain saw to tear her
body apart, first her arms, so that she would stay alive for as long as possible. Her
howls of pain seemed to be fused with a sickeningly sexual moaning. I finally cut
off all her limbs, blood gushed all over the floor. I licked it up, and began to fuck
her dead body. I came inside her cunt, and then ate parts of her arms and legs.
I stuck my throbbing cock into her vagina, and fucked and fucked her again. I ate
her cunt, and sucked the blood off her. I used a blunt knife to slowly hack off her
head, which took quite a while. Once I had done so, I held it up, kissed her on the
mouth, and then stuck her open mouth round my cock, and began to make her
dead head suck it. After I had come, I dropped the head to the floor, and used
scissors to cut off some of her hair to keep. After this, I smashed her head in
completely with a hammer, cracking her skull, breaking the solid bone. I pulled out
some of her brain with my bare hand, and stuffed it hungrily into my bloody mouth.
It tasted synthetic. I then used a fork to tear her tongue out of her mouth, blood
poured all over. The dog came in, and began to eat Nat's mutilated body. It was
particularly attracted to her ravaged cunt, licking and sniffing it.

I took the head, and began to tear flesh and skin off it, slowly; trying to make sure I
didn't break her skin too much. Once I had done this, and removed the brain, I
cleaned the skull, and licked it, before placing it in the fridge. I looked at the skin I
had removed from her face, and immediately began stuffing it in my mouth. The
eyeballs I had plucked tasted like jelly, and filled your mouth with liquid when you
bit into them.

After shooting the dog to death, and fucking it, I took Natasha's bloodied torso,
what was left of it, and sliced open her tits, ripping them off completely. I chewed
and swallowed both of them. Then I licked her body up and down. I drilled a hole
in her belly button, through which I saw her intestines. I disembowelled her, pulling
out the stringy organs, covered in a thick blue black fluid. I chewed at them, with
great difficulty.

I later burned all the remaining parts of her body, (keeping the skin off her face and
her skull).

I now had to decide who to get a date with next.

Have I disgusted you?
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