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Zoe and Nat stood side by side, facing the figure who stood on the edge of the cliff. Nine days of tracking him through the bitter wilds had left both of the gorgeous, young women irate and impatient; they were eager for the hunt’s end. Each of the pair drew her sword and edged closer to their quarry.
He was a figure in tattered, black robes, and his boots looked worn, bleached and muddy. His hood was down, revealing a pale, grey face which was clean shaven, a shock of short, silver hair, and eyes that cackled blue with some kind of electricity. A knife was as his side, but he appeared otherwise unarmed. The women were confident, and Nat spoke first.
“Moryn the Honest, your life of crime is over!” She announced, pressing forward one step further, then two. The figure remained still and silent.
Zoe joined her companion, sword not even held in a guard. Why should it be, anyway? “You’re gonna surrender,” she stated, “and come with us in shackles.”
There was another moment of silence before Moryn finally answered, his voice the harsh whisper of steel on bone. “No, you cunt,” he answered simply. “You’re coming with me in pieces.”
The fingers of Moryn’s right hand wiggled, and Nat’s trousers and panties were tugged, suddenly, to her knees. Her exposed snatch was smooth and clean shaven.
Moryn’s hand made a closed fist.
“What the fu-clk?“ she managed to utter before a crescent of bright silver materialized just to the front of her neck. She hadn’t time to block. She hadn’t time to move. The crescent passed through her neck with a wet crack, and blood burbled from the clean, red line with a bubbling hiss. Her body toppled backwards and her head flipped forward in a flowing mess of black hair, landing face up with a dull thud.
Zoe stared, dumbfounded, at her friend’s newly made corpse, shocked as she saw the body spasm and twitch, a pool of blood squirting into existence from the stump of Nat’s neck.
And then, in Zoe’s periphery, there was another flash of silver. A chill in her wrists. And white, searing pain and the little pats of impacts against the grass at her feet. Zoe sucked in an agonized, horrified breath and stared down in disbelief. Her hands had been cut off at the wrists and all that remained were little red stumps, spurting crimson. “O-oh... oh g-g-god...” she stuttered, eyes raising to stare at Moryn. Her confidence had disappeared. She just wanted mercy.
Before Zoe could ask for it, Moryn’s fist closed again, and a sharp pain forked up through her legs. Zoe yelped as the tension disappeared in her lower body, and she collapsed to her knees, legs severed at the ankles. The girl was left footless, handless, and helpless. Moryn hadn’t even bothered to move.
He walked over to the girls, ignoring Zoe for the time being. She was as good as limp meat now- as good as gone, even if her body hadn’t yet realized it. Nat, on the other hand, was very, very dead. Her eyes had lost their focus. One was rolled back into her skull and the other off to the side. A trickle of blood dripped from her left nostril. Nat’s body told a similar story. The sparks and jitters of her post mortem twitching had subsided, save for the occasional contraction of a pale, thin finger here and there. The yellow pool between her legs was still growing slowly, a pathetic stream escaping her bare cunt. Moryn’s face formed a vicious leer at the sight. She hadn’t stood a ghost of a chance.
Moryn’s head turned, and his electric blue eyes locked onto Zoe who, still on her knees, was in a panting panic as she tried and failed to comprehend the loss of her hands and feet. His smooth stride brought him behind the woman, and when his hand lay cold upon her cheek, the sensation dragged her mind to the present.
“Y-you killed... N-Nat...” came her stupid stammer.
“Yes, you dumb trollop,” confirmed Moryn. “I did. And after I rape you, and kill you, I’m going to defile her corpse.”
“N-noooo~” Zoe began to whine, only to yelp like a startled puppy when Moryn planted a boot between her shoulder blades and stepped her face into the dirt. The girl tried to use her hands to arrest the sudden fall, forgetting that they were now missing. Instead, she forcefully planted two stubs in the ground and howled pitifully at the sudden shock of torment that arched through her body.
Face down and bountiful ass up, she writhed back against her tormenter’s boot not in resistance but in uncontrolled pain. Unsympathetic to her plight, Moryn flexed his fingers and, as he’d done to Nat, he repeated on Zoe, forcing her trousers and smallclothes down to where her knees were bent in the ground. He took some time to appreciate her most intimate parts, from the pink, defenseless hole of her womanhood to her tight, virgin asshole.
Moryn’s fingers pinched together and, without a sound, a trio of silver hooks shimmered into existence, lodged in the rim of Zoe’s butt. Her howl turned to a surprised squeal and, as Moryn’s fingers unpinched, they pulled her hole wide and ready to use.
Zoe’s attacker wasted no time on formality. He pushed aside what robes he needed to and dropped down behind his crippled victim, taking a handful of her hair in one hand and smacking the ample meat of her ass with the other, sending ripples through the girl’s pampered flesh. And, while the first spanking was for his enjoyment, the second Moryn made sure to use as a form of punishment. He struck her again and was rewarded with the full-bodied pop of ripe watermelon. Her cheeks wobbled viciously at the impact, and hadn’t even settled when he hit her again. Then again. And more until spots and bruises began to blossom like dark flowers across the skin of her rump.
All the while, Zoe screamed and begged. She tried to plant her feet for purchase in the ground, but she had no feet. She tried to claw herself away from the man. Away from the powerful strikes that stung and bruised her butt, and the sensation of her hole being pulled open. But Zoe had no hands. So, all she achieved was the act of putting on a show for her friend’s murderer, wiggling and squirming like a helpless little worm. It only served to make Moryn hard.
When, finally, he was satisfied, Zoe was a blubbering, delirious wreck. She’d stopped trying to move, her breaking mind having accepted the futility of the action. She’d even stopped trying to take her ass out of the air and, instead, kept it up in submissive humiliation. Moryn shifted the position of his hand from the bubble of her ass to the handle of her hips, hand compressing in a vice grip around her flesh. Zoe’s butthole was still stretched wide for him, the little hooks digging harshly into the ring of muscle. The girl kept involuntarily tensing, which only served to increase the sharp, tearing pain to which she was now subjected.
Moryn lined the head of his cock up with the stretching hole, savoring the delicious hopelessness of the situation. Zoe shuddered out a sob that shook her body, and Moryn found he could no longer hold himself back. Focusing on her hole, he spread his fingers further apart and the hooks obliged drawing her ass further open than even the girth of his cock, which in turn caused Zoe to squeal like a stuck pig.
Moryn yanked back with a feral tug on Zoe’s hair, so that her arms dangled limply toward the ground. With his other hand, he guided his cock to the woman’s yawning hole, not even touching her until a quarter of his length was inside. And then, heedless of resistance, his hammered his pelvis forward, forcing pained whimpers from the powerless woman.
The first moments were irritating for Moryn, and just another fresh agony for Zoe. The only lubrication in her hole were the beads of blood which had dripped from the pricks the hooks had made. The friction was unbearable for the girl. Moryn ignored the mild annoyance it created in him, though, and hammered away, jolting Zoe’s body forward with repeated thrusts until his entire length was hilted in her tortured guts.
And then, he released his fingers. Her tortured meat tried to snap back into position, only to be halted by the painful girth of Moryn’s cock. And yet, in spite of the pain. In spite of the humiliation, the sudden relief that Zoe experienced as the hooks disappeared forced a long, low, shameful moan from her glistening lips even as her ass now unwillingly tried to milk her tormenter’s length.
Moryn didn’t speak. He didn’t bother mocking the woman for her embarrassing acquiescence to the act which had been forced upon her. He just remained still for long, pregnant moments and allowed Zoe to stew in the shame of her defeat. When he saw a single tear fall, silent, from her eye, he finally started to thrust. The bitch knew exactly what was happening to her.
The first moments were rough. Zoe’s blood provided little ease for Moryn’s thrusts. Her ass gripped tight, providing little for range of motion, and the first movements were shaky, shuddering things ripe with fear and frustration. But Zoe was done trying to escape. She could only tense and whimper as each press of Moryn’s pelvis shook her body.
But his thrusts did not remain small for long. As his precum and her blood began to mix in what had become Zoe’s fuck tunnel, so too did Moryn gain strength. He hauled back on her hair so that her arms dangled freely, watching as his pelvis made the flesh of her ass ripple in morbid rhythm to the sounds of the couple’s grunting. And as Moryn’s strength increased, so too did his effect on her body. Her head stared limply at the ground, and her arms swayed limply at her sides. The woman’s small tits began to bounce back and forth beneath her tunic as well- more uncomfortable momentum on her chest.
And, still, she didn’t beg him to stop. Zoe couldn’t even muster the dignity to vocalize her denial. The shock was just too much.
In spite of the heated pleasure he felt, Moryn’s face was little more expressive than a grimace. And when he twisted her head around to catch a glimpse of Nat’s blank, drooling stare, she felt another feeling gnawing at the back of her mind. She felt like less than meat. She was just a box on a depraved checklist. This monster had ruined her life and sodomized her without a trace of emotion. And then, Moryn spat in her face, hitting her eye, and slammed her head into the dirt. Zoe’s tried to flail her legs, but her body seized up as yet another thrust churned into her abused hole.
He was starting to move more freely now. Exhausted as she was, Zoe was failing to provide tension for her hole, and the growing abundance of lubricant meant that whatever friction had been keeping Moryn at bay before was gone. His length pounded freely inside her, molding her guts to the shape of his cock to the tune of a pelvic spanking. Again, he pulled back on her thick mane of hair, leaving her torso dangling from the ground. Zoe’s whole body bounced and jiggled, her head and her arms flopping limply with each impact. Her breathing was gasping and ragged, the compounding sensations overwhelming her frail, little mind.
Zoe didn’t notice when Moryn’s hand left her hip to rest in the air to her side. She was too busy grunting and panting like a bitch in heat as she was taken from behind. She didn’t notice Moryn’s cruel smirk as he looked down, flexing his fingers. She didn’t see his fist snap closed for the fourth time that day.
Vaguely, at first, Zoe was aware of a frigid line down the centre of her body. The sensation became, rapidly, more urgent, and the cold turned to stinging, confusing pain. She wanted to howl at this new agony, but the pain wasn’t even the worst of it. The worst came from a foreign, slipping sensation in her gut. It was slow, at first, and then altogether overwhelming as a wet plop briefly overwhelmed the sounds of her ass rape. Disoriented, she tried to look at her stomach, a mess of pain and sudden emptiness. It was the sight that finally broke her mind.
From her sternum to a point just inches above her pussy, a neat line had formed and opened outward. Zoe’s guts, no longer contained, had slithered and spilled onto the ground beneath her in a purple and red heap. A couple of trails still linked to her body, and in desperation, she tried to reach her handless arms down to scoop her intestines back inside. “Pu-lease...” stammered the dying woman. “Pu’ thum... back...”
Finally, Moryn’s neutral expression turned to an amused sneer. Ignoring the plea, he took one of Zoe’s severed hands into his own, so that the outside of it was in his palm and reached with it into the hole his magic made. The sensation of slippery warmth surrounded his hand immediately as he rummaged deeper and deeper inside. Finally, he found what he was looking for. Feeling the pressure of Zoe’s severed hand around his cock, which was still entrenched deeply in the woman’s ass, he wrapped the fingers of the severed appendage around it, beginning to use her hand as a masturbatory tool as the sodomy continued.
“You feel that, you dumb bitch?” Moryn growled through an evil chuckle. “You’re jacking me off while I fuck this fat ass of yours. You’re going to die like this.”
And, to make clear is mockery, Moryn thrust again, while pulling the limp shape of Zoe’s hand back along the imprint of his cock. The new friction was intoxicating and his groan of pleasure joined her sick, dying wheeze. Her hole was loose enough that thrusting was easy. Moryn allowed Zoe’s head to drop again, tits mashing against the ground as her body bucked in limp rhythm.
Moryn was getting close. His lungs sucked air in rapid, intense bursts, and beneath his robes his muscles were taut and firm. Zoe’s mouth was gaping. Her body was growing cold. She was hurting. She remembered she was embarrassed about... something. Her insides felt wrong. Already her eyes were loosing focus, face rocking back and forth in the dirt as a small puddle of drool formed beneath her cheek. The edges of her vision were growing black, and her body was growing colder... colder...
Behind her, Moryn roared out once in pleasure and, with a final thrust, buried himself in Zoe’s bowels. He climaxed, shooting one rope after another of his hot, thick seed into what was left of the girl’s innards. Her body bounced and jiggled with each fluttering impact as he emptied himself inside her for a full fifteen seconds. It took only five for Zoe to stop reacting.
And then, his breathing slowed, and he hunched forward. He caught sight of the woman’s eyes growing half lidded as they rolled into the back of her skull. Her shuddering breaths had stopped. The cunt was dead.
Placing both hands on her ass, Moryn pulled his hips back and pushed hers forward. Loosened and battered as it was, Zoe’s hole provided little resistance, and her murderer’s cock popped free, trailing a streamer of pink-tinged cum. It wasn’t long before the yawning hole started to drool his seed over her pussy and down her thighs. It was joined, moments later, by the loosening of Zoe’s bladder, and as she lay there in death, face down and ass up, she pissed herself in full view of the man who’d raped and killed her.
Moryn took several moments to appreciate the humiliation, committing the sight to memory before he left Zoe’s body. He didn’t yet toy with the corpse, deciding that Zoe could remain in the humiliating position in which she’d died while he raped her dead friend.
Nat had, in the time it took to finish of her partner, grown completely still. She was resting in a pool of her own shame, and the first thing Moryn did was to drag the headless corpse toward a cleaner spot on the ground. Nat’s jacket still covered her chest, though her womanhood had been exposed since the moment before he demise. The man’s next task was to rectify that.
The murderer leaned down and drew his knife in the same motion, grabbing the collar of the fabric that still remained, he started to cut the jacket away, yanking and pulling without any care for keeping the fabric together. It wasn’t as though the corpse needed it anymore. Nat’s soft, pale tits fell free, each one ending in pert, dark little nipples. It wasn’t long before her shirt was in tatters, her corpse surrounded by ribbons of fabric that Moryn had torn away. The man planted his knife in the ground above her neck and reached out a pair of lecherous hands, filling each one with the soft flesh of Nat’s breasts. He first pulled them apart, then pressed them together so that the valley between each hill of meat was a single, dark line.
And then, Moryn released the corpse’s tits and let them come to rest. His hands went to her trousers instead, manually finishing the job of removing the clothing from Nat’s body and leaving the headless corpse completely in the nude. With his hands now on her legs, Moryn began to spread them. He was slow in the motion, not at all hurried to reveal Nat’s womanhood and help her shed whatever dignity still remained to the woman.
Slowly, the man laid Nat’s legs flat, and perpendicular to her torso. The position might have been impossible had she still been living. Without her head, though, the corpse had no complaints for the uncomfortable stretch, nor for the exposure of her pussy to her murderer. Moryn glided his hand up the inside of Nat’s leg, trailing across her calf, her knee, and up her thigh. His hand stopped between her legs, his thumb sliding across the smooth meat of her pink cunt, spreading the lips for a moment before letting them relax again. The tantalising sensation lingered on his finger and he waited no longer to reveal his cock the second time, already hard and eager for a second round.
Moryn tilted the corpse’s hips upward slightly, giving him better access to the hole he wished to use. With a single, careless motion, he used one hand to guide the head of his cock into Nat’s relaxed, vulnerable womanhood and thrust forward, pushing his entire length inside with very little resistance. Immediately, he was aware that her cunt was more loose than Zoe’s ass. There was no tension in the body, and only when he was inside completely did the man feel the friction and pressure he wanted.
The corpse’s hips were propped up on his own, and as he gave the body his first couple thrusts, one hand went to Nat’s shoulder and another to her gently wobbling tits, just kneading the flesh as it bounced in time to Moryn’s fuck thrusts.
The murderer quickly found himself becoming mesmerised by his kill- and there was much by which he might be mesmerised. The little spurts and dribbles of blood from the stump of Nat’s neck. The way her tits jiggled on her chest. Even the subtle movement of her limp, outstretched hands in the grass.
Lubricated with the result of his first climax, and Zoe’s blood, and whatever piss remained when Nat lost control of her bladder in death, Moryn found it easy to fuck away at the corpse, cock pistoning into the soft flesh of the girl’s sex. The motion sounded soft and wet as her hole made way for the man’s intrusion, and the subtle, quiet slapping of hips grew in tempo and volume with every passing moment.
Moryn clutched her hips and fucked her harder. Nat’s tits began to settle into heavy rotations, clapping together before bouncing back down to repeat the scene over and over. Her hole was just tight enough, just warm enough to be pleasurable. But only if he fucked her like the cheap, two-copper whore she was.
Moryn’s thrusts reaches their apex. The wet, heavy slapping of flesh came frequent on the air, louder than before. Nat’s body rocked heavily against the ground, tits heaving as though still alive. Both of Moryn’s hands shot up to her breasts, squeezing them in what would have been an agonising grip as, finally, he buried his manhood in Nat’s cooling, receptive cunt and fired a bark of pleasure as he began to cum. Ropes of his seed filled the dead, humiliated woman’s hole, providing a last bit of warmth to her violated pussy. Her body was wracked with shakes and jiggles while the man emptied himself inside her, pulling out with a lewd, wet slurp from which already trailed a heavy bead of cum.
Satisfaction already coursing through him, Moryn then delivered the coup de grace to the utterly defeated woman. Taking a handful of her long, black hair, he dragged her through the grass and before him so that her slack jaw was open, expression still glued in stupid shock. He appreciated the sight for only a moment before slotting his cock inside Nat’s severed head, using her tongue as cum rag. He rubbed his entire length over the inside of her dead mouth, glossing her lips with his seed. And then, her pulled out, slapping her limp cheek a couple times with his member and dropping her head to the ground.
With the sluts dead and defiled, Moryn tucked his cock back in his robes and took a deep breath. He’d taught them both the folly of their choices, and their proper places in the worlds, but Nat and Zoe’s torments were not yet over, dead though they were. Moryn had promised them both they’d be joining him in pieces. He intended to make good on that promise. His grey hand flexed at his side, and the killer set to work.