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Conscious Corpse (PrincessGumdrop x Nonbinary.Witch)

Nonbinary.Witch

Nonbinary.Witch

Planetoid
Joined
May 15, 2022
Oh, this victim had been so amazing! He'd picked up the little cutie on the street, too high to even speak properly; it’d been easy enough to lure him home with the promise of drugs that’d “blow your mind.” As soon as he'd gotten into the basement with him, the night had been one of pure ecstasy with the poor guy spread out on the floor. He stuck knives in whatever places weren't deadly just to watch him squirm and cry, fucked and tormented him as he pleased, and fed him various illicit drugs periodically.

Eventually, the little thing's body couldn't deal with it any longer; he closed his eyes and became entirely unresponsive, no vitals working as far as he could tell by eye. With a disappointed sigh, Alister began cleaning up, soon picking up his victim's body and moving it to a medical table. Well, might as well chop him up and make use of the meat. He'd probably sell most of it, still being quite stocked up from his last victim. The maniac hummed a bit as he prepared the tools he'd need.
 
Jason had decidedly not had a good day. The first thing that happened was his dealer not giving him enough and him having to spend more than he had expected to get that good high. Then once he did...he realized he might have taken just a little bit too much because soon enough he was having the trip of his life. The second thing that happened...was he realized it wasn't a trip and it wasn't going to end. The third thing that happened was he died! Just straight up couldn't take the torment anymore and died! Jason was really not having a good day. Unfortunately for him it just kept getting worse.

It was at the first chop of his limb that his eyes opened and he sat up, "Fucking hell!" he screamed and looked over and there was the guy! The guy that had been doing this since he kidnapped him this morning. His breath was unsteady as he looked down at his leg. "Shit...shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!" he screamed as he tried to stop the bleeding, his high was gone and this hurt. There was just so much blood...too much blood...way too much blood. Jason frowned as his brain started to register that this should have killed him...er well killed him again. His heart slowed...at least he thought it did, when he stopped to really think about it his heart wasn't beating at all. He touched his chest with his bloodied hand. He wasn't alive. He was definitely dead, but if he was dead then his leg being chopped in two shouldn't be hurting but it hurt.

He looked over to the man and then back down to his leg, "What did you do to me?" he questioned, "What the fuck did you do to me!" he screamed at the blonde menace.
 
Alister couldn’t help but flinch a bit in shock as the man sprung up just as he’d begun his work. How odd. Had he just passed out and his vitals been too faint to notice? He’d personally never seen it happen, but it’s not like those things never happened at all. The maniac just sighed as he nonchalantly removed the cleaver from his leg.

It wasn’t too surprising that the man was still conscious despite the blood; after all, adrenaline has caused crazier things to happen. Rather, he was annoyed that he was screaming so much. Thinking that it would shut him up and bring an end to the junkie’s misery, he swung the cleaver into his chest.

It was aggravating when he noticed the guy still alive and screaming, though. He gave another hard swing to the chest, becoming more angered and aggressive with each one; however, even after five swings, he was still very much alive.. or at the very least conscious.

“God damnit, just die already!” At the last straw of his patience, the killer turned his attention to the man’s neck, and after a few chops, the head rolled away from the body. He sighed, relieved for a moment before the feeling was replaced by horror as he noticed the face still moving like only a living person’s could. “What the hell…”

As he calmed down and the revelation came that the man was somehow immortal, Alister couldn’t help but chuckle. Oh, how lucky he was! As annoying as it’d been, this could definitely be fun for the maniac. “Damn, you can’t catch a break, can you?” After a moment of staring in awe, he set the cleaver down and picked up the head as he wondered what to do. Well, might as well have some fun before reattaching it. Sitting down, he unzipped his pants and began forcing the man’s mouth open.
 
Jason saw the backswing, "No, no, no, no wai-" he started, closing his eyes as the first whack came to his chest. God, this was such a bad day. However, he was soon opening his eyes shaking his head as another swing came to his chest. With a thud, he grunted. Surely this had to be the end, but no...he somehow was still in pain and doing just fine even after five more swings. There was definitely too much blood. He should be dead.

"It's not like I'm not trying!" he shouted back at his captor, only to have his neck chopped at. A few more and his head fell from his body and he was wide-eyed in shock. How on Earth was he still alive even after all that. His brain worked, he was kind of glad he couldn't really feel the pain, but his expression continued to change, confused as to what was going on. His eyes flicked over to this insane man as he opened his mouth to say something but found he couldn't. He glanced to his body and there lay his vocal cords, practically shredded and still in the lower half of his neck.

He attempted to shake his head, only to realize he was just a head and couldn't. There was no way his day could possibly get any worse...and once again he was proven wrong. The moment he realized what this man had in store he clamped his mouth shut until the other set of hands overpowered him and soon a cock was shoved into his mouth. He was no better than a cock sleeve, sure he could move his mouth and probably bite the man, but he was just in too much shock. His tongue pressed against the cock, trying to remove it from his mouth, but even he knew that wasn't going to work.
 
Oh, damn, this was just heaven for the maniac! Not only was he getting the twisted satisfaction of fucking a dismembered head, it was moving and bleeding too! Both the look and the feel of it was pure ecstasy for Alister; he couldn’t help but shiver in pleasure and bend over his organic cocksleeve with a groan. “Mm, fuck~. Good boy, just like that~.” One hand caressed his cheek while another moved up to grip his hair. “Now, no biting or I’ll cut your dick off, ok?”
 
Jason willed his head to move away, but there was no helping it. Nothing was going to work and he was at Alister's mercy. At least until Alister gave that warning. As he was working through his shock...that was something he could still do, he could just bite the man. What else was he going to do? Really, cut his dick off? The man had just killed him and chopped him up and was now using his head as a cocksleeve...really cutting his dick off couldn't be that bad, right? Anything to just stop the madness for a few minutes...So he bit. It wasn't nearly as hard as he wanted to, more like a hesitant bite, one that would hurt but wouldn't actually do any damage. Curse his better judgement.
 
Alister’s eyes widened as pain came to the sensitive appendage; before he knew it, he’d stood up and thrown the head to the ground from the shock of it, for a moment, he just stood there, holding his groin and cursing, but after he recovered from it, he promptly picked the head up by its hair. Acting off of impulsive rage, he slammed his mouth down on his own dick. “Go on and bite this, you fucker!” Seeing the head choking on his own dick quickly made the sadist chuckle as he recovered and became hard again. “Maybe you’ll still feel it~.” Oh god, that was an amazing thought! Just thinking about how his face might contort or his body might twitch from the fired up muscles was enough to make him horny. With the newfound curiosity and the need to begin the promised punishment, he pressed his fingers around his jaw, forcing it closed against the body’s member as hard as he could. It wouldn’t be enough to tear it off, but at least it could leave some nice marks for him to cut along and maybe get some good reactions.
 
Jason winced when he found he could still feel some pain in his head. His eyes flickered to look over at Alister, giving a small smirk until he was picked up and forced down onto his own dick. It was already strange being forced to take a flaccid cock...but his own! He attempted to move, but once again...nothing happened. He was helpless against this insane man. His face heated up though at the thought he was given. What if he could still feel it? How fucked up would that be?

He fought what he could when he felt those fingers around his jaw. His eyes closed shut as he fought it, only to have him bite his own cock. His eyes went wide...fuck...he could feel it. It was one of the most strange sensations he had ever felt in his life, er...well...death? He could feel it in his head that it had hurt, but not only that he could feel it in his mouth. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! He attempted to fight his forced closed mouth, his tongue attempting to fight as well, only to have a strange voiceless groan come out of his mouth. Oh, this was not good! He looked up at his own hacked-up body before closing his eyes. This could not be happening right now. He was not allowed to get turned on by his own mouth!
 
Alister stood there for a bit, pressing against the jaw’s resistance and overall just enjoying the moment. Soon enough, he noticed something rather exciting: the dick was beginning to stand. Sure, it was nowhere near fully hard, but it was certainly more than he’d expected to see from such torture. He gave another laugh as one hand reached over to fondle his balls, teasing the base a bit as he did so. “Are you getting excited? Damn, what a slut~.” Leaning over, he’d whispered the teasing response in the man’s ear before kissing below his jaw, leaving a little hickey. His grip had fully relaxed by now and the hate-filled torment turned into the maniac hornily bobbing the head up and down his own dick.
 
Another strange voiceless groan vibrated around Jason's cock as his tormentor fondled his balls and teased the base. No! No! No! This couldn't be happening! This couldn't be happening, he was in some kind of horrible trip. Maybe he was having a nightmare, he didn't know nor did he care, this just couldn't be real. But the words caused his body to shiver. He glanced up and watched the goosebumps come up on his arms and he could feel his dick pulse in his mouth.

And that's when the tears started to flow. Fuck, how could he find this attractive? How could he want this? He had nothing but questions about how he thought this torment was enough to get him off. Jason gasped as he felt his own cock go further into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat, just barely peeking out of the hole where his neck should be. He would have gagged, but it seemed that was taken away from him much like his peace in death.

Slowly but surely as his tormentor bobbed his head up and down, his cock got harder and his hands fisted as he tried to fight the fact that this was turning him on.
 
Alister’s grin only widened as he took in all the exciting little details of the man’s body reacting. Seeing his fists gave him an idea. “Oh, so you can still move, huh?” While one hand bobbed his head, another grabbed the nearest hand and led it down to his own crotch after pulling down his pants some. “Cmon doll, focus really carefully; if you can get me off, I’ll stop this and put your head back on.” Giving him a bit of help in the endeavor, he pried the hand open and placed it on his dick, making it so that all the man had to do was move it up and down.
 
Jason continued to try and push his own cock out of his mouth with his tongue, but it seemed to only turn him on more. Fuck...this wasn't right. But shit did it feel...good... He just barely was able to glance over to see what his captor was doing and if he had been able to turn his head away he would have. He felt the hard on in his hand and gave that voiceless groan again, only to change it to a moan as it vibrated in his cock. His hand clenched out of reflex. Not even remotely enough to hurt the other again, this time it seemed to be a bit nicer, almost like he was going to comply.

And comply he did. He just wanted this to be over and if getting this sicko off got it over with...well, who was he to stop himself from giving the other a handjob. So sure enough he was working on getting his hand to move. It was shaky at first, as he attempted to concentrate on moving his hand. Surprisingly rather hard when he was being forced to take his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut and did his best to focus. Just get the other off before he got himself off...that was the last thing he wanted was to cum down his own throat...well, what was left of it anyway.
 
Alister watched in excited anticipation as the hand began moving. It was painfully slow to start, sure, but exciting nonetheless as he wondered what other ways he could get the man to move detached body parts with enough training. “Fuck, good boy; just like that~.” He soon bucked his hips gently as he began to get off on the hand, not stopping the head bobbing for even a moment as he thoroughly enjoyed every seductive feature of his tortured face.

It wasn’t long before he was close to climax, and as he prepared for that a hand reached back to pull a sharp pair of hedge shears from his tool table; after all, he still had to punish the guy for biting him earlier. “Mm, fuck~. Keep going, I’m almost there..” The sadist continued to thrust along to the hand, and a moment after he came, he pulled the head away and snipped along the bite marks on the man’s dick.
 
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