The sadistic young woman giggled as she played with Cass’s intestines. She uncoiled some, draping them around her neck. She grabbed a handful and brought them down to her crotch, rubbing against her wet, throbbing cunt. The slippery, worm-like guts slid against her nether region, the warm blood blending with her warm juices. While she continued to masturbate with Cass’s guts with one hand, she used the other to reach back into the woman’s tortured body.
Cass’s screams had faded to weak whimpers. Her face had gone pale from blood loss and shock, but she still clung to life, much to her dismay. She wanted to look away from the gory mess of her stomach but she couldn’t. She watched and winced as Caroline ripped her organs out. Her liver came free and Caroline popped it into her mouth, chewing on it for a bit. Her kidneys came next, first one then the other. Once Caroline grew bored with those, she tossed them aside and reached back into the cavernous wound.
Caroline’s hand went lower and with a hard tug, she came away with the mangled remains of Cass’s womb, fallopian tubes dangling from it. “Can’t be much of a woman without this,” Caroline commented, tossing the ruined reproductive organs over her shoulder. “Oh well, not like you’ll ever get a chance to use those bits anyway.”
Cass was a sobbing, bloody mess. Her already slender stomach looked almost concave with the majority of her innards removed. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts and Caroline could tell she wasn’t going to be around much longer. Gripping her knife, she crawled up her plaything’s body, sitting on her chest. She waved a hand in front of Cass’s bloodshot eyes. “You still with me?”
Cass blinked and focused on Caroline. Her brow furrowed and her bottom lip trembled as she fought to get words out. “Why?” she finally managed. It was barely a whisper. If it weren’t for her keen senses, Caroline might have missed the question entirely.
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Cass’s screams had faded to weak whimpers. Her face had gone pale from blood loss and shock, but she still clung to life, much to her dismay. She wanted to look away from the gory mess of her stomach but she couldn’t. She watched and winced as Caroline ripped her organs out. Her liver came free and Caroline popped it into her mouth, chewing on it for a bit. Her kidneys came next, first one then the other. Once Caroline grew bored with those, she tossed them aside and reached back into the cavernous wound.
Caroline’s hand went lower and with a hard tug, she came away with the mangled remains of Cass’s womb, fallopian tubes dangling from it. “Can’t be much of a woman without this,” Caroline commented, tossing the ruined reproductive organs over her shoulder. “Oh well, not like you’ll ever get a chance to use those bits anyway.”
Cass was a sobbing, bloody mess. Her already slender stomach looked almost concave with the majority of her innards removed. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts and Caroline could tell she wasn’t going to be around much longer. Gripping her knife, she crawled up her plaything’s body, sitting on her chest. She waved a hand in front of Cass’s bloodshot eyes. “You still with me?”
Cass blinked and focused on Caroline. Her brow furrowed and her bottom lip trembled as she fought to get words out. “Why?” she finally managed. It was barely a whisper. If it weren’t for her keen senses, Caroline might have missed the question entirely.