HomoUniversalis
Chapter 1. Rated A: for adult.
In fact, make that, TSU. If you are not thoroughly screwed up, don't read it. Although the first chapter may seem a bit... fleshy, I will soon follow up with some kind of story.
Chapter 1
"Well, I don't think so. Suzy was quite clear about it, you know.."
"Yeah. I have to agree, Frank, she was quite clear about it. What do you think Johnny?"
Johnny did not reply.
"Whatever, Johnny. You need to get laid. Anyway, Did you guys hear about Luis?"
Johnny got up, and walked to an armoire several feet away from the table. Frank didn't even look around where Johnny was going, but kept his eyes on the two ladies. "What happened to Luis?" Frank asked.
Johnny opened a cabinet, and quickly paced back to the table. He stretched his arm out to Lizy, and before anyone realised, a shot numbed out the diddy CD playing in the background, and Johnny moved his arm over to Debby, and fired the gun again. He hit her in the neck, hitting one of her arteries, spraying the table with blood. She quickly covered it up, altering the corner of the blood, which now sprayed both the floor and the ceiling. She began to scream, oddly to the beat of the background music, and Johnny shot again, now hitting the eye, sending the semi-liquid gelatine that filled her eyeball in the air, to land on the table, where it sat like a pudding. The shot, however, did not kill her. She resumed her screaming, aware, apparantly of all the pain. Johnny walked back to the armoire, moving the gun to his left hand, and taking out a can of mace. He returned to the table once more where Frank was pinned to his chair, fear dripping from his tear-filled eyes. Johnny walked around the table, and emptied the can of mace in Debby's remaining eye, who screamed and spasmed during the few excrutiating seconds. One of her kicking lefts hit the table, and she pushed herself onto the ground. Johnny pointed the gun and shot her in the crotch. Her pain had obviously not numbed her to such a degree that she was unable to feel the next phase of abuse. She clutched her crotch, and her face turned an even greater grimace when she felt her fears reality. Johnny ripped her shirt open, exposing her voluptuous breasts. The blood that had began spraying again looked dark in the candlelight upon her tanned skin. 'No bikini line', he noticed. "Slut." he spoke, and quickly walked back to the armoire, and came walking back with a doctor's bag. He opened it and took a scalpel and made a cut from her neck to her abdomen, retreived two forceps and opened up her body. He began to saw into her right chest, moving aside the fat from her tit, and was soon rewarded with a bloody cough, and a deflating sound. He quickly began to saw into the ribs at her left chest, and opened up her rips as if a lid, exposing her ever more weakly beating heart. Her right longue had been reduced in size to little more than a shriveled apple, and her heart was exposed on that side. He grabbed it, and tried ripping it out, but met some resistance, so he braced himself against the left longue, that soon collapsed, and the heart seized to beat. He took out a pair of scissors and cut through the four veins and arteries attached to it, the aorta giving him quite some problem, after a while giving up and attempting to saw it through with the now bloodied saw. When he put the heart down on the table, Frank led out a snicker, and Johhny tasted some of his coke that had been standing on the table since he left it, and it tasted rather good. Strange but good. The blood seemed to compensate for the too sweet drink of a coke without the co2.
"You're not dead?" Johnny suddenly remarked as Lizy began to move. "But, Elizabeth, that's great!"
That seemed to awake Lizy completely, and she crawled over Bethy's remains, in an attempt to reach the door. "Now, now, we're not done yet." Johnny said coldly. He grabbed her leg and dragged her back, taking out a scalpel, with a handle that increased in width as it came farther from the blade, and stabbing it through her hand, forcing it in the ground. She screamed, and Johnny proceeded to her skirt, cutting it with the same scissors he cut loose Bethy's heart, quickly arriving to her panties. Lily' screamed. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to shoot you.." Johnny said mockingly, and ripped down her panties. He inserted a speculum, and without subtleties proceeded to open the device up, spreading her vagina open, exposing her cervix.
Johnny, keeping his eyes on the cervix, moved his hand to the bag, and retrieved another scalpel. He made a circular cut, and immediately took a small steel bin from the bag, in which he placed the remains. "We'll have fun with that later." He rammed his hand up her uterus, only to find that he couldn't find anything. Even with a scalpel, he could do little. Aggravated, he remove his scalpel from her, only to see Lily make a cutting movement towards his neck. He tossed himself backwards, in the mean while seeing that the bitch had quietly removed the scalpel from her hand. A cold bitch, that was sure, although it was probably more the adrenaline than character. He grabbed her hand, turned it, and laid her on her back. "That wasn't very nice of you, now was it, Lizy?"
For a moment he paused to think what he would do to her, and he just started stabbing her in the back with the scalpel. She began to beg now, pathetically, talking about her daddy. He turned her around and looked deep in to the her blue eye. "Suck my dick bitch, and I'll let you live."
"She looked fearful, than hopeful, and began to cry as he unzipped his pants and stuck his dick in her mouth. It wasn't much of a blowjob, but he felt content shoving his dick up her throat, and getting hot wet seliva spilled over his cockhead whenever she gagged. It didn't take long to cum, and he forced her mouth shut, and told her to swallow. She followed his order, and he opened her mouth, removing the speculum from her cunt, and shoving it into her mouth. he grasped onto her wet wriggling tongue, and cut it out with the same good old scissors. He tossed it in the same bowl with the cervix, and stabbed her right eye out with the scissors. The eye liquids, first white and than increasingly fast, red gushed down her face, and into her mouth. She began to let out gargled screams, and he removed the speculum, tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room. He took a scalpel, and slowly cut into her nose, and was quite content to see he could peel of the meat to the bone, and had quickly stripped half her face off from her skull, using a scalpel, and the scissors he used as tweezers. All the while, her face gushed blood, and everything became harder to distinguish. Quickly, he placed the scalpel in the very bottom of her eyesocket, and popped the ball out, leaving it in place. He quickly cut all of the stuff holding it unto her skull, and put it in the bowl as another souvenir. Lizy had either died or passed out, he couldn't care less. He took out syringe from the bag, and simply pulled it out, filling it with air. He than pushed it into one the arteries in her neck, and she spasmed twice before holding still permanently. Johnny rose up slowly, and joined his chair at the table where Frank was moving from left to right, as if in trance. "Oi! Want some coffee?" Johnny asked, but Frank remained in trance. "Suit yourself."
In fact, make that, TSU. If you are not thoroughly screwed up, don't read it. Although the first chapter may seem a bit... fleshy, I will soon follow up with some kind of story.
Chapter 1
"Well, I don't think so. Suzy was quite clear about it, you know.."
"Yeah. I have to agree, Frank, she was quite clear about it. What do you think Johnny?"
Johnny did not reply.
"Whatever, Johnny. You need to get laid. Anyway, Did you guys hear about Luis?"
Johnny got up, and walked to an armoire several feet away from the table. Frank didn't even look around where Johnny was going, but kept his eyes on the two ladies. "What happened to Luis?" Frank asked.
Johnny opened a cabinet, and quickly paced back to the table. He stretched his arm out to Lizy, and before anyone realised, a shot numbed out the diddy CD playing in the background, and Johnny moved his arm over to Debby, and fired the gun again. He hit her in the neck, hitting one of her arteries, spraying the table with blood. She quickly covered it up, altering the corner of the blood, which now sprayed both the floor and the ceiling. She began to scream, oddly to the beat of the background music, and Johnny shot again, now hitting the eye, sending the semi-liquid gelatine that filled her eyeball in the air, to land on the table, where it sat like a pudding. The shot, however, did not kill her. She resumed her screaming, aware, apparantly of all the pain. Johnny walked back to the armoire, moving the gun to his left hand, and taking out a can of mace. He returned to the table once more where Frank was pinned to his chair, fear dripping from his tear-filled eyes. Johnny walked around the table, and emptied the can of mace in Debby's remaining eye, who screamed and spasmed during the few excrutiating seconds. One of her kicking lefts hit the table, and she pushed herself onto the ground. Johnny pointed the gun and shot her in the crotch. Her pain had obviously not numbed her to such a degree that she was unable to feel the next phase of abuse. She clutched her crotch, and her face turned an even greater grimace when she felt her fears reality. Johnny ripped her shirt open, exposing her voluptuous breasts. The blood that had began spraying again looked dark in the candlelight upon her tanned skin. 'No bikini line', he noticed. "Slut." he spoke, and quickly walked back to the armoire, and came walking back with a doctor's bag. He opened it and took a scalpel and made a cut from her neck to her abdomen, retreived two forceps and opened up her body. He began to saw into her right chest, moving aside the fat from her tit, and was soon rewarded with a bloody cough, and a deflating sound. He quickly began to saw into the ribs at her left chest, and opened up her rips as if a lid, exposing her ever more weakly beating heart. Her right longue had been reduced in size to little more than a shriveled apple, and her heart was exposed on that side. He grabbed it, and tried ripping it out, but met some resistance, so he braced himself against the left longue, that soon collapsed, and the heart seized to beat. He took out a pair of scissors and cut through the four veins and arteries attached to it, the aorta giving him quite some problem, after a while giving up and attempting to saw it through with the now bloodied saw. When he put the heart down on the table, Frank led out a snicker, and Johhny tasted some of his coke that had been standing on the table since he left it, and it tasted rather good. Strange but good. The blood seemed to compensate for the too sweet drink of a coke without the co2.
"You're not dead?" Johnny suddenly remarked as Lizy began to move. "But, Elizabeth, that's great!"
That seemed to awake Lizy completely, and she crawled over Bethy's remains, in an attempt to reach the door. "Now, now, we're not done yet." Johnny said coldly. He grabbed her leg and dragged her back, taking out a scalpel, with a handle that increased in width as it came farther from the blade, and stabbing it through her hand, forcing it in the ground. She screamed, and Johnny proceeded to her skirt, cutting it with the same scissors he cut loose Bethy's heart, quickly arriving to her panties. Lily' screamed. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to shoot you.." Johnny said mockingly, and ripped down her panties. He inserted a speculum, and without subtleties proceeded to open the device up, spreading her vagina open, exposing her cervix.
Johnny, keeping his eyes on the cervix, moved his hand to the bag, and retrieved another scalpel. He made a circular cut, and immediately took a small steel bin from the bag, in which he placed the remains. "We'll have fun with that later." He rammed his hand up her uterus, only to find that he couldn't find anything. Even with a scalpel, he could do little. Aggravated, he remove his scalpel from her, only to see Lily make a cutting movement towards his neck. He tossed himself backwards, in the mean while seeing that the bitch had quietly removed the scalpel from her hand. A cold bitch, that was sure, although it was probably more the adrenaline than character. He grabbed her hand, turned it, and laid her on her back. "That wasn't very nice of you, now was it, Lizy?"
For a moment he paused to think what he would do to her, and he just started stabbing her in the back with the scalpel. She began to beg now, pathetically, talking about her daddy. He turned her around and looked deep in to the her blue eye. "Suck my dick bitch, and I'll let you live."
"She looked fearful, than hopeful, and began to cry as he unzipped his pants and stuck his dick in her mouth. It wasn't much of a blowjob, but he felt content shoving his dick up her throat, and getting hot wet seliva spilled over his cockhead whenever she gagged. It didn't take long to cum, and he forced her mouth shut, and told her to swallow. She followed his order, and he opened her mouth, removing the speculum from her cunt, and shoving it into her mouth. he grasped onto her wet wriggling tongue, and cut it out with the same good old scissors. He tossed it in the same bowl with the cervix, and stabbed her right eye out with the scissors. The eye liquids, first white and than increasingly fast, red gushed down her face, and into her mouth. She began to let out gargled screams, and he removed the speculum, tossing it somewhere in the corner of the room. He took a scalpel, and slowly cut into her nose, and was quite content to see he could peel of the meat to the bone, and had quickly stripped half her face off from her skull, using a scalpel, and the scissors he used as tweezers. All the while, her face gushed blood, and everything became harder to distinguish. Quickly, he placed the scalpel in the very bottom of her eyesocket, and popped the ball out, leaving it in place. He quickly cut all of the stuff holding it unto her skull, and put it in the bowl as another souvenir. Lizy had either died or passed out, he couldn't care less. He took out syringe from the bag, and simply pulled it out, filling it with air. He than pushed it into one the arteries in her neck, and she spasmed twice before holding still permanently. Johnny rose up slowly, and joined his chair at the table where Frank was moving from left to right, as if in trance. "Oi! Want some coffee?" Johnny asked, but Frank remained in trance. "Suit yourself."