I was oblivious to his hoarse screams as I peeled away inch after inch of his flesh. The white of the bone was showing through pools of blood. He pulled against his restraints, trying desperately to free himself, but to no avail. I was mesmerized by the sharp contrast of red on white as I traced a line through the blood that covered his left thighbone.
I got bold. I hated to see such beautiful flesh go to waste. I cut a tiny piece from my struggling entrée and slid it in my mouth. Tough and salty, but not too bad. I looked into his eyes. He shook violently from the shock of being skinned alive. I caressed his tear-streaked face. I didn't want him to bleed to death; he wouldn't be any fun then. I used part of his shredded shirt to make a tourniquet to stop the bleeding.
I soon turned my attention to more sexual matters. I snapped a tiny rubber band around his balls. He didn't stop screaming until I slid my lips over the head of his dick. He seemed to enjoy my stroking and sucking because he raised his hips to fuck my mouth. Every time that I sensed he was getting close to an orgasm, I stopped……much to his vocalized dismay. I kept this game up for three hours, keeping an eye on his balls the whole time. By the end of the third hour, they were black. I grinned at him before ripping them off with my bare hand. His shrill scream rivaled that of any B-rated horror movie scream queen.
I had to laugh as a torrent of tears streamed down his face. He thought this was bad? I hadn't even started yet. The real fun was just around the corner. I held his balls in my hand and played with them. They were soft and rolled easily in their sac. I soon became bored with them, however, and returned my attention to my basketcase of a toy.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Wow. He could do more than scream. It was the first time he had spoken to me.
"Why?" I leaned close to his face, my lips lightly brushing his.
"Because. I. Can." With those words, I softly kissed him, surprising him with my tenderness.
I became curious as to the elasticity of the penis and decided to test it myself. I slid a thin, inflatable tube down the hole of his dick and slowly inflated it. I watched with fascination as it grew to two, no, three, times its normal size. The skin was pale, almost white, from being stretched. I used my medical scissors to cut the tube close to his dick, and then I tied it off to prevent the air from escaping.
He slipped in and out of consciousness as I slowly slid down on his inflated dick. The pain was exquisite as my pussy was stretched to accommodate my new three-inch wide toy. I began grinding on his crotch, his recently-shaved pubic hair scratching my clit to countless orgasms. Once I had sufficiently satisfied myself, I asked him if he was hungry.
He sneered, "fuck you, you crazy fucking bitch."
Well! I was only trying to be nice to him. I smiled at him and went to the kitchen. I returned with a bowl and a large butcher knife.
"Here, eat this." I offered him some food, but he just stared at me. "
"Eat it or I'll chop it off with one clean cut." I held the knife next to his dick.
He gave in and I fed him the contents of the bowl.
"What is this anyway?"
A faint smile crossed my lips, "your two little friends."
His face went white as he realized I had forced him to eat his own testicles.
"Oh, god. I'm gonna puke."
"Do it and I'll cut it off." I grazed his dick with the blade of the knife.
"I had better clean you up. We can't let you get any infections, now can we?" I went to the bathroom and returned with a washcloth.
He screamed as I touched his exposed thighbone with the cloth.
"I know, but rubbing alcohol keeps infections down."
As he strained to break free, I moved up to his crotch. After contemplating a bit, I picked up the knife and held the tip of his dick. One quick swing was all it took. I held up my new dildo for him to see, and, seconds later, his head fell to the side. I leaned forward to listen for a heartbeat and heard nothing. It's amazing how much torture a 25 year-old man can endure before having a heart attack.