Now is not the time to be thinking about a new recipe, Brynne.
“You.. fuck, you–” He stutters.
I roll my eyes and grab Chris’s now detached dick. “I cut your dick off, would you like to see?” I say, lifting up the floppy sex worm. It flops from side to side as blood continues to spill down my arm.
Chris groans then vomit spills from his mouth, coating his chest in a sticky red substance but he doesn’t just do it once. It happens two more times. It fires out of his open mouth like a volcano and now I’m just waiting for his head to start spinning around, or to tell me that my mother sucks cocks in hell.
I mean, she probably does but if that’s what she likes to do in her spare time then cool, I guess.
Once Chris has finished expelling the entire contents of his stomach, I place his limp dick onto a metal tray and grab myselfa melon scoop from the utensil drawer, all the while he’s crying and moaning about his chopped off friend.
I lift up the cock and insert the melon scoop in at the opening then begin to pull out any bits of loose flesh that I find inside, just like carving out a pumpkin. With each scoop, I manage to scrape out a hollow cavern that should fit the rolling pin inside if I stretch the skin enough.
Nothing goes to waste in my kitchen; Christ, there’s starving children in the world and what kind of human would I be if I were to throw away precious ingredients? So, with the remnants of his dick flesh, I scoop them into a clean jar and place them into the fridge, alongside many others just the same.
I give my hands a quick wipe onto my apron then head back over to the table where it seems that Chris is now taking a quick snooze. His eyes roll around under his eyelids, the thin skin undulating. At least he’s still alive, for now anyway.
But this simply won’t do.
Irritation prickles at the base of my neck. Now is not the time for sleeping so I grab the rolling pin, along with Chris’s dick-skin, and begin to roll it over the end of the rolling pin like a fleshy condom. The flesh grows taut the further I roll it down but your girl ain’t no quitter.
I dig my nails into the curled up end of the dick for purchase then drag it down the smooth wood, and just so it doesn’t ping off and fly around the room like a balloon, I quickly grab an elastic band from my‘incase I might need it’drawer and wrap it around the base to secure it in place.
Well would you look at that? I’ve made my very own flesh wand. I knew there was a reason I enjoyed art at school and now it’s time to surprise Chris with my creation.
I’m not going to wake him up gently, oh no. I’m going to make this fuckinghurt.
Walking around the table, I stop at the end where his feet are then smear the tip of my dick-stick through the puddle of blood that’s settled underneath him–- getting it nice and slick, ready for entrance.
And you’ll never guess where it’s going? I bet you guessed it didn’t you, you clever girl. Right up his ass!
Ding ding ding! We have a winner!
Gripping the rolling pin with both hands, I line the tip up with Chris’s fuzzy asshole. “Wakey wakey, pookie!” I sing-song, causing him to jump at the sound of my overly excited voice.
“Huh? Wha.. what’s happening?” He murmurs, clearly confused about what the hell is going on but don’t worry, I’ll explain everything to him.
“Well pookie, there’s a special delivery at your back door but don’t worry, I’ll open it for you!”
His eyes flick down to meet mine, and I’m pretty sure the realisation hits him like a wrecking ball.
“No, no.. no please.. pl–”
“Open wide!” I tease with glee, then ram the dick-sheathed rolling pin inside of him. The monster before me screams, the shrilling sound echoing around the room. He begs and pleads for me to stop but I don’t. Why should I?
Flesh tears with every thrust, forcing chunks of blood and excrement to seep out his ruptured anus. This is probably the rankiest thing I’ve ever done I have to admit, but can you blame me?
Beads of sweat begin to gather on my brows as I continue to fuck Chris with his own dick, the muscles in my arms aching with every push but I continue on, all while listening to the sweet sounds of him pleading with me. He wails in agony as I force myself through every ring of muscle until I feel something pop, like a piece of bubble gum that’s been filled with too much air.
Hm, pretty sure I can feel his intestines.
As soon as my hands meet the bottom of his ass cheeks, the screaming subsides. Silence closes in around me except for the sound of my own beating heart, it throbs in and out of my ears. I let go of the rolling pin then step back to collect myself.
There’s blood everywhere. All over the table, all over Chris.. all over me.
I still have so much to do and the last thing I want to be doing is cleaning up this mess, but there issomeoneI can contact who deals in shit like this, for the right price of course. I’ve used the guy a couple of times before when I’ve been left with an absolute bomb of a mess to clean up, so I know I can trust him.
With my mind made up, I get to work on dismembering Chris. Using up all his parts to restock my pantry for the next date that arrives, then I give my hands a quick wash and head into the living room to grab my burner phone.
