(Edited and reposted)
It’s morning and I’ve been in this dungeon the whole night. I’m chained naked to the wall; the only movements permitted me are my arms beyond the elbows to my hands. It’s my own damn fault of course; I have no one to blame but myself. Now I suspect Master is through with me once and for all, and I’m about to suffer a disgraceful ending to my life.
Last night this foolish young whore came up to me and begged me to sneak her out of the manor. Jennifer is her name, and apparently Master’s archers had taken great liberties with her for she was quite disheveled. But I’d imbibed a little too much of the grape and I allowed her frantic pleas to sway me.
Perhaps I felt sorry for her, knowing how rough Master’s men can be. But I should have known better. We barely reached the woods when we were caught. I was taken straight away to the dungeon while they hauled the screaming young wench away. I can only imagine how they must’ve used her throughout the night.
Now they bring her in and a couple of Master’s wenches throw her to the middle of the dirt floor. She’s bruised and battered and I suspect she’s taken a terrible beating. The cum of my Master’s many guests and servants stains her body, nearly blinding her eyes and matting her hair, no doubt with their many eruptions of sexual depravity.
The debauchery she must have endured through the previous night makes my womanhood moisten and my nipples harden. For a long moment I’m jealous of the many cocks she must have suffered through. I regret that it was not me in her place, for I fear that when Master is done with me I will be in no position to take any man’s member inside me ever again.
The wenches leave her on the floor, but it doesn’t matter as she appears too weak to move. She looks at me with eyes glazed over; they must have treated her horribly. But something else flickers in her eyes… the knowledge that she has been raped and abused all night long. Despite her appearance I suspect she enjoyed certain aspects of it.
I’m filled with envy and I look upon her with disdain. In a fit of drunkenness I showed her mercy by trying to spirit her away. As a result, SHE is the one who has suffered through what must have been a multitude of glorious cocks while I stewed down here in this cold hell.
It isn’t long until I hear movement outside the door. A couple of Master’s men step inside. Without a word they begin shackling her wrists and ankles.
She is too weak to protest as they operate some sort of pulley system that lifts her up off the floor upside down by her ankles. Her arms are also chained and stretched upward. When the men are through they give her a push, setting her to helplessly swaying back and forth as they exit the dungeon.
One of Master’s hens comes back in with several metal bowls, laying them around underneath the strumpet. In a flash I know what they’re for and I smile cruelly at her, my nipples hardening as my slit moistens again. She is about to pay most dearly for her attempt to depart. And I am to be privy to the whole matter.
I feel a tendril of my arousal slither down my naked leg in anticipation of her torment. I have gotten many a perverse thrill at watching my Master’s butchery of the female body. This one will be no less.
A voice in my head scolds me, reminding me that the only difference between the whore and myself is that I’m upright against the cold wall. The voice tells me I will certainly suffer a fate no less gruesome. The true nature of what I will soon face as evidenced by the precarious situation of the hanging whore in front of me grips me with growing dread… as well as a terrible arousal.
Another hen comes in, this time with a ring of metal in her hand. She forces it into Jennifer’s mouth and I wince jealously, all too aware that her head is waist high to a normal man. It is clear evidence that she will be treated once more to the tasty meat of someone in the manor, perhaps Master himself. Despite her plight I’m envious that her lips may soon be wrapped around Master’s enormous member.
The hag leaves – good riddance – and Jennifer and I are left alone to contemplate our fate. Her eyes are wide and she whimpers softly. She wriggles around in a futile attempt to find relief. But all she accomplishes is setting herself to swaying back and forth as she hangs upside down. I say nothing as I can tell by the look in her eyes – a look that mirrors my own – that she is probably contemplating her fate.
A short time later the strumpet Gwendolyn walks in, wearing the flowing robes that once belonged to me. She walks up to me and smiles cruelly. “This time I did not have to lift a hand to force you out of Master’s bed,” she says brightly, grabbing me by my chin and giving my head a shake. “This time you simply did it to yourself, Evelick. You did it with this whore over here, you stupid cunt! Now I will be the one to share Master’s bed!”
“Your arrogance does not amaze me so much as your blinding stupidity, you little tart!” and I spit my words in her direction. “Master will soon tire of you, just like he has with all the others! I already knew my time was short!”
“Now look who’s the stupid one!” she laughs, shaking my chin. “You’re the stupid bitch who tried to sneak the whore Jennifer out of the manor! Now Master is preparing a banquet in your honor, cunt! I would stay to watch him disembowel and dismember you. But a princess does not witness such things! However I WILL feast upon your flesh!” Her words chill me and despite my bravado they send a shiver rippling down my spine.
“I hope you CHOKE on me!” I bluster. “But you will NEVER bear the title of princess!”
“We shall see,” she replies haughtily. Then she squeezes one of my mammaries, observing my protruding nipples and shaking her head in disgust.
“The cunt is excited again… even at the thought of her own butchering! I DO hope these cook up nicely!” and she hefts one in her hand before squeezing it hard. “I’m looking forward to seeing how these taste!”
“GO TO HELL!”
“No, Evelick,” she says, solemnly shaking her head. “It will be YOU who will be making that fateful journey. Master is going to gut you like one of his prized bulls!”
Her words hit me with an erotic jolt as she grabs my head and kisses me hard. My humiliation is magnified as I helplessly succumb to her. I moan into her mouth as she savagely gropes my orbs. Then she cruelly bites my lip, and we both taste my blood.
“Bitch!” I sneer at her. But she just laughs, waving a dismissive hand at me.
She turns to cast her eyes upon Jennifer, and she gropes her breasts as well. “A traitorous whore like you doesn’t DESERVE to be presented on a plate at Master’s table. However, you’ll make a good feast for the animals.” Then she slaps the girl’s mounds hard before leaving the dungeon, her cackling laughter echoing in my ears.
Jennifer whimpers and grunts at me, her eyes wide as the knowledge of the horror she’s about to endure sets in. My fate will be similar, but at least I won’t entirely be fed to the dogs. And if I’m lucky Master might permit me the small pleasure of watching him butcher her first.
Another hag comes in with a steaming pot and a wooden funnel. She acknowledges me with a look, but she dares not show any sympathy for me. Instead she goes to work on the whore dangling upside down.
She cruelly forces a funnel into Jenifer’s womanhood and then proceeds to pour hot liquid from the pot into it, some of it spilling out and down over her naked, cum-streaked body. My understanding is that the physicians have concocted a potion that helps numb parts of the body so that dismemberment can continue while the victim remains alive enough to experience the procedure. For best effect it is delivered into a person’s sexual and/or anal orifices. But the application process can be quite… painful.
Jennifer screams as her body thrashes about, causing the woman to pause from her application of the concoction. Instinctively one of my hands finds my womanhood while the other rubs my breast. It occurs to me that perhaps Master granted me this final mercy… to be able to touch myself while Jennifer suffers.
The hen pours the potion… pauses… pours more… pauses again. Jennifer’s garbled cries from the ring in her mouth are like music to my ears as I furiously touch myself. Then the wicked bitch forces the funnel into the whore’s anus.
Jennifer cries anew as hot liquid is poured into her rectum… the cruelest of enemas. Pleasure crashes over me and I climax hard at the perverse cruelty of man against man. But I know my time is soon coming.
The hag finally leaves and the upside down whore is left writhing and moaning in torment. From what I’ve witnessed previously I can assure her that it’s only going to get worse. But instead I say nothing.
Perhaps I’m still jealous that all her holes were treated to cock after cock last night while I had to endure the cold of the dungeon, sharing my space with the rats. Now her agony is my ecstasy. After all, I know I will not live much longer to experience the pleasures of this world.
Master suddenly makes his appearance in his hunting attire. I can tell from his visage that he is angry with the two of us. My heart breaks and I wish I could convey to him my deepest of regrets for my foolish act.
I know from past experience that it is forbidden to speak – to beg for mercy – in the dungeons of the manor. So I keep my lips closed, humbly accepting my fate as I tremble from fear and an incredible arousal. The whore whimpers but wisely says nothing.
Master is an accomplished hunter with the bow and he is extremely proficient with the knife. He’s been known to butcher his kills, both out in the wild and down here in the dark recesses of the manor. The knowledge that he will soon be gutting me sets me to trembling like mad. My slit drips like never before as my nipples poke out from my heaving breasts.
Master unveils his swollen shaft and abruptly thrusts it hard into Jennifer’s mouth. She grunts and gurgles as he shoves it in up to his ball-sac. My pussy twitches and my mouth waters, wishing he was fucking my skull instead. Then he unsheathes his first knife.
It is 8 inches long and nearly two inches wide, and I inhale sharply at the moment of truth. Without hesitation he begins sawing into her right breast with it. Her screams of agony are muffled by his monster cock as it fills her oral cavity. I climax hard at her suffering, my fingers furiously violating my womanhood as I twist one of my nipples.
He totally slices through one breast and then the other, dropping them both into a metal basin with a resounding plop. Then he starts in on her arms at the shoulders, sawing through each one until they both hang separately, limbs that now serve her no further purpose. Jennifer writhes and screams with his huge organ in her mouth as he does his grim work. I gasp and moan, on the verge of yet another orgasm.
Finished with her arms and mammaries, Master takes his huge knife and presses it against the opening to her slit. Then he plunges it home, burying it into her cunt up to the handle. Jennifer’s body jerks… and then she screams again from incredible pain, the only thing muffling her cries being that of Master’s swollen fuck-tool rammed down her throat.
All of the sudden I see Master’s seed leaking out around the ring in the whore’s mouth. A moment later I hear a grunt as the slut climaxes with a fountain of her spray. I watch with growing excitement as blood trickles out of the wound in her slit and down her stomach. It’s her pain, her violation, his pleasure – and it’s so incredibly erotic that I have a devastating orgasm of my own. I bite my lip to make sure my cries of ecstasy do not violate the mood of the dungeon.
Master pulls out of her mouth and I see his discharge spilling out and down her nose, eyes and forehead. He reaches into a metal bowl and throws something up against her severed breasts. I’m almost certain that it’s salt and I’m treated to her violent screams before he plugs her mouth with his cock once again. It’s a good thing that ring is present or she would no doubt have bitten his dick off!
This time he pulls out his other knife, the one I’m so familiar with. It’s his butcher knife and he uses it more than the other one. This time he stabs her near her cunt, slowly bringing the blade straight down to her breastbone.
As her guts spill out he reaches in and helps with the process, pulling on them until they spill down into one of the metal basins waiting on the floor of the dungeon. Occasionally he reaches in and cuts something free to pull it out with the rest of her intestines. Jennifer gurgles and shudders, and now I see blood coming out around the cock in her mouth. The sight is so incredibly horrifying, so completely erotic, that I shudder again from another devastating climax.
Master reaches in and starts pulling out major organs, dumping them into a different bowl. Different basins go to different animals; that much I’m familiar with. The whore shudders again, gurgling as her lungs fill up with blood.
I’m always amazed to watch a female reduced to an empty carcass, and this time is no different. Master pulls out Jennifer’s lungs; without air her death is imminent. Then he pulls out her beating heart. He pulls his cock out of her mouth so she can see her heart in his hand. Then he shoots his cum all over it. It’s the last thing she sees before she spirals into oblivion. As she dies, I cum hard yet again… so shamefully hard.
As Jennifer’s corpse continues to hang upside down, twitching and jerking now in its death throes, Master takes his butcher knife and slices through her neck. In seconds he has severed her head. He removes the ring from her mouth and then viciously fucks her skull with his still hardened manhood. Then he pulls out as he impales her on a pike, allowing me to see her face in all its disfigured glory. Her mouth gapes open, her horrified eyes sagging in death as his cum dribbles down her face.
He never even looks at me as he finishes butchering her. He cuts her down her spine with his knife, cutting her completely in half. Then he quarters her, cutting off her legs at the hips. I’m trembling like mad now, knowing he will be doing the same to me just as soon as her remains have been removed.
When he’s finished, he places both knives in an empty bowl and slowly turns and looks at me. I lower my head in submission; I’m doomed and I’m content to accept my fate. When I lift my head up he’s gone, and I’m left with Jennifer’s remnants lying around in bowls and pieces, her arms and legs still hanging from the chains to the ceiling.
I shiver at how efficiently he butchered the poor girl. I’m astonished at how a human being can be turned into meat so quickly. I’m also ashamed of the pleasure I’ve received from her death. At least my punishment will be to suffer a similar fate.
The hens come scurrying back into the dungeon, and they quickly gather up her parts. Then they’re gone and all that’s left are a few empty basins – meant for me, no doubt. There is blood all over the floor as Jennifer’s head stares at me from her perch on the pike.
I’m reminded of Master’s knives lying ominously in one of the bowls. I shiver again with dread… and arousal. Then I suddenly hear a commotion outside my window.
It’s the sound of the hounds, and I shiver yet again. The dogs are fighting with each other over Jennifer’s entrails, and my pussy quivers. Somewhere I hear the chickens cackling as they get a rich meal of the whore’s organs. Then I hear the hogs squealing. I suspect they are getting what’s left of her muscle, bone and sinew.
Her attempt to escape has disgraced her. All that’s left is her head as she stares mockingly at me. That’s when I realize I’ve only got minutes left before Master comes back to gut me.
I start hyperventilating like crazy, my pussy throbbing like never before! I need to be whored out right now – need to be ravished by cock after cock! But it’s much too late for that! I’ll never feel another man’s member inside me, and I feel an intense sadness settle over me like a blanket.
…and then Master is standing in the doorway, staring at me as if to say it’s my turn now!
I gasp and shudder, my heart racing as he re-enters the dungeon. He walks over to the bowl and picks up his butcher knife. The he comes for me.
The moment is at hand and it’s all I can do to keep from struggling… keep from screaming in sheer terror. But amazingly my mouth DOES open! “WAIT!” I blurt out, and I don’t know who’s more surprised at my outburst – him or me!
It takes everything I have to nod at the basin… “The other knife, Master. In my cunt first, please?”
He looks at me in astonishment. Then his face softens. For a moment I recognize the Master I served, the Master who bedded me.
I feel a burst of joy as he goes and fetches the other blade. It’s a small joy, but one that I experience in that I can still be of some small service to him even now. My pussy is on fire, but at least I will have something to enter it, even if it means my death.
“Hard!” I urge him. “I’m your worthless cunt and I deserve this!”
His cock is hard; gawd how I want him inside me! But it’s not to be, so I’ll willingly accept the deadly knife instead. He walks up to me and I steel myself for the violation. Then he shoves it hard up inside my fertile cunt!
I scream like the whore I am; scream with the release of a thousand orgasms as my body shudders like mad. Then he leaves the knife hanging down out of my cunt as he goes and fetches the butcher knife. He returns to gut me, and I desperately want him to enjoy himself!
Before he can stab me I take his hands, mentally thanking him that he left my arms free from my elbows to my hands. I do my best to pull the knife to me, and I arch my stomach out toward him to meet the blade. He acknowledges this last submissive act of mine with a faint smile and together we pierce my skin.
I cry out as the blade violates my stomach. He makes an incision, and I shudder from the blinding pain. There will be no concoction for me to ease the pain and prolong my suffering; I deserve all of this. But to my utter astonishment Master takes the knife out… and then slowly presses into my guts with his erect cock!
Tears of gratitude trickle down my face as he fucks my stomach. I reach up with my free hand to twist my nipples as my other violently fingers my bleeding clit. I feel the knife up my cunt and it finally breaks over me, an orgasm so powerful that I nearly pass out.
I feel the warmth of Master’s spurting cock in my guts, feel his seed blending with my internal organs. Then he pulls his cock out and plunges the knife back in. The moment is over and he’s back to gutting me now, gutting me like a beast to be butchered.
The knife cuts upward, opening me like a fish until my guts start to spill out. There’s a coldness in his eyes as he begins the butchering process. But I accept my fate, thankful he fucked me one last time and gave me his seed, even if it is now mingling with my entrails.
The pain is unbelievable, but I keep cumming and cumming as he pulls out my intestines and then starts rummaging around for my major organs. My kidneys, liver and spleen find their way to one of the basins as my vision starts to blur. I cough up blood before he cuts my stomach out. Then he pulls out my heaving lungs. The last thing to go is my heart, and I actually see it beating in his hand.
My chest cavity is empty when he grabs the knife. I feel the blade lash across my neck, severing my brain from the rest of my motor functions. I no longer feel my lower extremities… can no longer tell if my body is orgasming as I am dying. Then my vision fades to utter blackness.
I’m vaguely aware of the slicing blade, aware of my head being severed from my neck. Then in my mouth I actually taste his cock mixed with my blood. My last conscious thought is that he’s fucking my face, skull-fucking my severed head. Then with gratitude at his final act of love to me I fall away into the abyss of oblivion.
Master sticks my head on another pike so that Jennifer and I stare at each other with eyes unseeing. Then he proceeds to free me from my chains where he starts to quarter me, severing my arms and legs. The hens come back in to retrieve my body parts – at least the ones that are edible. Parts of me will be served at Master’s banquet; the rest will go to the chickens and the dogs.
My meat will be able to provide a feast for master’s honored guests, but my head is not invited. Instead, Jennifer and I are given to the servants and the archers. Our skulls are ruthlessly fucked in celebration for the rest of the day.
That night we’re put on pikes again as we are left to observe the animals feasting upon our body parts. The birds of the air are attracted to us and soon we are set upon. There isn’t much left of us by morning, and our tattered skulls are buried in an unmarked grave. What’s left of our bones will be tossed in with us where we’ll lie for all eternity, never mourned and unremembered…
© 2010; 2015 (written for Evelick and Jennifer Nov 10 ’10; ed. Jul 24 ‘15 by riwa)