Cockles of His Heart
STRAIGHT, WARNING, PENECTOMY, TESTICLES, NULLIFICATION, EXTREME FEMDOM; SNUFF
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Thrown to the alligators.

Thrown into a dumpster.

Thrown down a volcano.

Then thereĺs her basic and enhanced versions of drowning ů etc.

Sheĺs run through about every deadly scenario she can dream of for the act and
disposal.

Sooner or later, Gretchen will live out her fantasy to kill a willing man.
Sheĺs gotten bored with kinky things that would shock the rest of the world ľ
maybe even the whole fucking universe for all we know.

Now, itĺs knives. Kind of a _Kill Bill_ theme. Kind of a time for her to be at
her utmost un-kind.

After all, she should get full use of each of those super sharp chefĺs cutting
tools she recently ordered from that Ronco guy on TV ľ just three easy
payments of $13.33 and now she can ôcut all day,ö according to the convincing
ad.

Just like cocks, cunts, tits and nipples, her new stainless steel cutlery came
in all shapes and sizes.

* * * * *

Most think it will be her long-time-slave, Steve. Monthly, the rich and
youngish and handsome and high-pressured LA lawyer flies east, and she flies
west from her ivy league college near Boston, meeting for extreme dom sessions
in Vegas.

Hundreds of times, heĺs begged her to drown him. Sheĺs come close, but always
(so far) she decides to revive him after their asphyxiation games.

Sheĺll find some abandoned little wedding chapel, the kind that has been
littering Vegas for decades. Like I said, like a _Kill Bill_ theme.

Sheĺs blonde like Uma, but Gretchen is much prettier. Only one flaw: she
smokes. Her sultry voice is turning to sand paper, but she doesnĺt have a lot
of time to talk because there is usually a fresh black cock parked, but
pumping, down deep through her lovely lips.

(No wonder sheĺs so tight-bodied ľ not an ounce of fat anywhere on that
usually-naked display of feminine perfection. Probably the all-protein diet of
black-cock cum.)

* * * * *

Steve will be bound naked at the altar, with one hand tied hard to his hard
cock, like a rodeo cowboy grabbing the saddle horn for the ride of his life
(or death in this case).

No gag.

* * * * *

_Sweet Screams Stevie! ů How Long Will He Scream?_

* * * * *

Sheĺll peel. Sheĺll fillet. Sheĺll dice. Sheĺll slice.

Amazingly able to concentrate through screams louder than the ass-end of an
F-15 on carrier takeoff, sheĺll slowly and carefully carve her way to her
coronary goal.  
  
Dazed and agonized beyond belief, he's still beating his meat as he looks down
at Gretchen's naked blood-soaked beauty. Her cute little hands are dripping
crimson as Steve's little organic pump is held gently while still beating
away.

With one of those special blades that were surely made more for cock sawing
than for turkey carving, she slices off Steveĺs little organic genitals.

His last meal. His last meal is him.

She shoves his newly freed cock and balls down his hatch ľ and then shoves his
newly severed heart up her snatch.

That four-valve human vibrator keeps pulsating. Or is it the Richter-scale
tremors of her own pussy cumming and cumming and cumming?

* * * * *

_Then she must be going.  

  
  
  

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