Thrill seeker’s and meat cleavers (killer couple, necro, rape, snuff)

All characters 18+

Tw; mutilation, decapitation, knives, rape, necro themes & snuff.

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The roller door creaked open, the rusty chain dragging it up heavily as the smell of fresh coffee and stale air filled the room. Groggily he stepped into the room, closing it behind him. A coffee cup in his hand, the other shielding his eyes from the florescent lights as they lazily flickered into life.

“Rise and shine my lovies.” Geoff called, his navy overalls sticky with bloodstains and other unknown gunk. With a deep slurp he sipped his morning joe, tracing a careful finger across the machines that may dormant; for now.

Continuing around the large room he eyed the large metallic table. With a turned up nose he inspected the cool room door handle. He wiped an accusatory finger across the top of the packed shelving, bags of sausage meal and preservatives falling from it as he, like a health inspector, assessed its cleanliness.

The clanging of the additive bucket against the floor drain rattled loudly startling a scraggly dressed woman who, on Bambi legs, stumbled toward him.

“Hi Daddy.” She said enthusiastically, tiptoeing to kiss him, her right leg swung back melodramatically as they locked lips.

“Morning Hannah.” Geoff grumbled, a strand of drool still connecting the pair. Breaking it, he raised his cup of coffee to his saliva covered lips and had another drink.

“I thought I told you to lock up. Have you been here all night?” Geoff grumbled angrily.

Hannah looked down at her bare feet embarrassed, clicking her heels together nervously she slowly brought her head up towards Geoff, a limp look of innocence across her face;

“Okay I was! But I have a good reason, she was being too loud.” Hannah said pushing past Geoff to grab the cool room door, unclasping the engaged lock. Grunting, she shoved it hard on its roller wheels, the stiff, rusty wheels squeaking on the tracks as the door shuffled open. A harsh and powerful gust of icy wind leapt forth from the room, Geoff taking another swig of the piping hot liquid to counteract it.

A shaky Hannah, her scarcely covered body shaking with a chill, pushed a large metal beam with four wheels on the bottom and a harness at the top out from the cool room. Hannah pushed it with great effort into the middle of the butchery, rubbing her arms vigorously to warm up as the lump of meat hung stiffly.

Suddenly, a hard, painful slap came across Hannah’s face, knocking her to the floor with little effort. Through light tears and a shocked expression she looked over to see Geoff poking and prodding the specimen.

“Jesus Christ Hannah, I said put her in for a little not all fucking night!” Geoff said, hurling his near empty coffee cup at Hannah, it shattering against the wall beside her, hot airborne coffee catching her slightly.

“Well gee, I’m sorry I musta got carried away.” She said, her voice shaky with concern, her cut covered arms shaking as her spindly fingers ran through her patchy, crack whore hair.

“I can see that.” Geoff said, tracing an oily finger across the tied up naked girl, her body already covered with a myriad of bruises, cuts and scrapes.

“Is she dead?” Hannah asked worriedly.

Geoff ignored her momentarily, unclipping the hand restraint, lowering the naked young adult onto the nearby steel bench, stomach down. She was cold to the touch, like a corpse, her hair icy and her body stiff. He ran a sensual hand down her back, noticing innumerable cuts that hadn’t had time to heal, only sealed by the chill of the room. Thumbing between her legs he felt her cunt, like a dead fish it was cold and clammy.

Unbuttoning his jumpsuit quickly, he pulled an eagerly awaiting hard dick, shoving it inside the necro-like corpse breathing a deep sigh of relief as his eyes met Hannah’s. Thrusting he finally replied to her;

“Let’s find out.”

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The thrusts and the intense jolt of insertion were enough to raise the woman from her deep, death-like slumber. Her eyes darting open and body flailing wildly with fear. The lady snapped her head back and forth as Geoff continued Fucking her helpless Cunt, pinning her down with his hands. Struggling she yelled out;

“Help! Help!”

The lady screamed and screamed until the rake-thin Hannah walked over to the edge of the bench, knife in hand. She bent down to her eye level, running the knife slowly in her field of vision. She placed the sharp blade against her tongue, cutting it slightly so she could taste her own drug laced blood. With a toothy, bloody grin she smiled;

“Shhhh.” Hannah said her excitement palpable, as her eyes slowly pulled away from the terrified woman back to the thrusting Geoff, his jumpsuit around his ankles.

The woman struggled, kicking her legs and flailing her arms but it was no use. She had no leverage, no way of turning around. All she could do was scream and even that was cut short. Geoff fucked her viciously his big smelly cock pulling her apart, ripping and tearing at her stone cold vagina, causing micro-tears and small unseen damages. He grew firmer and fucked her harder with renewed strength, pumping a thick load into her, warming her up like the inverse of a microwaved hot pocket.

He pulled out quickly after cumming, smacking her thawing ass, pulling his overalls up quickly. The lady tried to flip over but before she could she felt Hannah trace the knife along her back, but enough to draw blood. Frozen in fear, she held still, shaking like a leaf in an autumn storm. As Geoff sighed a deep bellow of relief he heard him say;

“Closest I’ve come to fucking a dead body.” Geoff said, a faint smile appearing across his aged face.

“If we kill her you can Daddy.” Hannah said, proud of her idea.

“She’s more fun to us alive Darlin’, you know that.” Geoff retorted, in a fatherly tone.

“I know I know. It’s just…” Hannah said before trailing off.

“Just what dear?” Geoff inquired.

“I want a new toy. She’s broken.” Hannah said finally, her courage returning.

“No she’s not look at her.” Geoff said, smacking her ass hard again.

“I want a new one.” Hannah barked in a bratty tone.

Geoff squinted at her silently for a moment. The seconds feeling like hours before he spoke; “Okay okay fine! But I gotta finish up with this one first.”

Hannah smiled as Geoff flipped the flailing, screaming woman who was practically hoarse from bellowing her cries. Immediately Geoff threw a masculine jab square into her face, shattering her flimsy nose.

Another strike came followed by another and another. Before long her face was covered in blood, her nose leaking like a broken faucet, the red liquid cascading down her face as her knocked loose teeth sat gurgling in her blood and saliva filled mouth.

Her hands which one fought back now lay limply down across the bench, her forearms dangling off the sides. Now on her back Geoff assessed her with vicious eyes. He looked her up and down, her face dripping red as her cunt dripped white.

“What are you gonna do to her Daddy?” Hannah said gingerly skipping over to Geoff, wrapping carefree arms around him.

Geoff eyed a few of the butchery machines and tools; saws, cleavers and other carving items lit his soul on fire. He walked the length of the room, perusing the hanging tools shoved haphazardly on hooks or into tool belts. Slowly he reached up and seized a meat cleaver in his hand. Feeling its weight he swung it a few times, the practice swings equally so he could wake up but also get his bearings.

Walking back to the steel countertop bench the woman lay panting in a pool of her blood her voice too raspy to make out.

“Now Hannah, I’ve been doing this a long time. It might come as a shock to you that there are three types of people you’ll find when looking for new toys.”

Hannah raised a curious eyebrow as she listened, jumping up on a nearby bench, crossing her legs, her tattered pants barely covering her hairy cunt.

“The first are people who are resistant from start til stop. They’re the most common. The second is the most rare, someone, like yourself who is into the pain and willingly accepts it. If they’re lucky they get a toy of their own.”

“Like me!” Hannah said, clapping happily, her gaunt, sunk in eyes shining with the little life they had left.

“Yes lovely like you. The third?” Geoff paused, raising the meat cleaver just high enough so the woman could see it, her matted and sticky hair partially obscuring her eyes.

“The third pretends it’s just not happening and tries to let it pass. Lets it run it’s course. I like them the most; because I get to bring them back to reality.” Geoff finished slamming the cleaver down against the table, going straight through the ladies shin bone, just below her knee, her left leg completely cut off.

Her gored leg began spurting visceral amounts of blood, it poured and pooled on the table and dripped down like an overflowing sink. The woman shot bolt upright screaming like an exorcised demon, before Hannah jumped down from her perch, desperately trying to pull her back down. Geoff smiled, waving Hannah back before slamming the cleaver down again, hacking through the other leg, this time further down, at mid shin.

Both legs now roared with a torrent of blood, bone, and bodily fluid, the entire steel bench top now invisible under the red mist. The woman fell back into the bench before rising back up, screeching and hollering, her pleas falling on deaf ears;

“AHHHHH AHHH OH MY GOD AHHH” the woman screamed violently, spitting her broken teeth from earlier as she spoke.

Hannah no longer tried to help, she simply watched, rubbing her puffy, needy clit as it throbbed violently. She watched with unbridled anticipation at what would come next, her hand working overtime to keep to the speed she liked to rub at. Geoff grabbed the legless girl, manhandling her and pulling her off the table, some tattered skin not fully severed by the blow, her former limbs being pulled limply behind her.

Carrying her near dead body, her harpy-like screams near constant. Geoff slammed a hand into the ‘on’ button of the meat grinder, forcing the ladies right arm down the tunnel. The sounds of crunching bone and grinding flesh pulled Hannah to the brink of ecstasy only being pushed across by the wailing cries of the tortured woman.

Her whole body seized up, the orgasm overtaking her as she shook, her legs wobbling and clit pulsing, a gush of squirt spraying out of her, saturating the bench she was sat atop. Despite her incredible orgasm she kept rubbing, watching the depravity unfold as Geoff painted the room with her blood and tears.

She watched as the woman, who was on death’s door still fought surprisingly, her snot, saliva, blood and guts covering Geoff from head to toe. He spat out mouthfuls of blood that poured onto his face as he carried her, the woman’s arm mangled beyond all comprehension, bones hanging within sinewy meat like stubborn candy in a piñata.

Finally, he slammed the woman atop the bandsaw, pulling his trusty handgun from his back overall pocket, Hannah watched with saucepan eyes as she heard Geoff order;

“Suck on it you bitch!”

The woman’s eyes fluttered in all directions, the blood loss would take her soon. Yet, to Hannah’s surprise she opened her mouth, her screams still coming but no voice to carry them, her vocal cords beyond fried.

Rubbing furiously, her clit almost sore from the passionate attention she gave it, Hannah watched as the unnamed woman fellated the barrel of the gun, sliding she thick, dick-sucking lips, up and down the forearm.

Geoff hit the ‘on’ button of the bandsaw, the blade jolting to life, spinning devilishly. He shot a quick look over at Hannah as he pulled the gun out of the toy’s mouth. As Hannah felt herself grow to the precipice of pleasure once more Geoff shoved the ladies neck hard against the blade, dismembering her head from her body.

Like an estranged mother and son the head and body now separated, the body limply dropped away and fell to the floor with a undignified splat, the head, with glaring eyes still open, jostled on the machine as it slowly powered down.

As the immense noise of the show died down, the room covered in blood and all manner of other human liquids, Geoff stepped toward the middle of the room, brushing his shoulders, cleaning himself of her skin and gunk almost casually he wiped his gun against the only clean portion of his jumpsuit the safety still off.

Pulling herself from her viewing station Hannah walked over to the bandsaw. Picking up the ladies head she pulled her y shirt off, placing it on the bloodstained floor. Kneeling atop it, she cradled the ladies head carefully, combing her hair out of her face like a child does with a doll.

“I hope our next toy is as beautiful as she was.” Hannah said almost philosophically.

“I bet they will be.” Geoff replied, slowly pulling the hammer back on his pistol, careful to avoid the noise.

Hannah placed the head down carefully, reaching now for the torso. She pulled it to the centre of the room as Geoff rounded behind her.

“Look Daddy, her cunt is still intact. You said you wanted to fuck a dead body, now is your chance!” She said almost enthusiastically, giddy with herself.

“Oh I think I’ll get another chance.” Geoff said slyly, raising the pistol up to the back of her head.

“Whe—-“ the words stopped abruptly as the bullet tore through her skull, blasting the other side of her skull wide open. Limply and unceremoniously she dropped, her body still faintly twitching in its march toward eternity.

Unbuttoning his overalls as he had done before Geoff flipped the former accomplice onto her back, her naked tits flopping around, her hair matted with their victims’ blood. With a brutal, animalistic hand he thumbed her cunt, feeling it tighten still even in death. With a hearty chuckle he smiled;

“Hehe…still warm.”

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