Archive-name: homunculi

From: Peter Cohen <Pan@cam.org>

Subject: Story: Homunculi

Newsgroups: alt.sex.necrophilia

Story:Homunculi (MFFF...Consentual Snuff, Graphic) W A R N I N G !



OFFENDS YOU THEN READ NO FURTHER!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

DON'T COME CRYING BECAUSE YOU READ THIS AND GOT GROSSED OUT!

Please note that this story is purely fantasy. No person would in reality enjoy being killed. Please allow this story to be your catharsis, to satisfy any dangerous impulses you might feel. Read this to assuage the dark side of your libido, so that in real life you may be gentle, and not do evil things.

Please feel free to send me feedback. I appreciate constructive critisism. If there is some way you feel that this story might be improved, I would like to hear of it.


A tingling sensation accompanied my awakening in the replicator. I was incredibly turned on. I looked in the mirror of the replicators door to examine my new body. I looked like a playboy centerfold, I had all the right curves and long silky black hair. I touched myself in orgasmic wonder and stepped out of the booth.

The master was waiting for me. "Hi," he said nervously, "you're the first."

"Really!" I smiled and went to embrace him. "So I'm to be your first, am I." I kissed him long and hard while his hands explored my belly. "In that case let's not wait." I sank to the ground and spread myself before him.

He picked up a knife from a nearby table and knelt between my legs. Holding the knife in one hand he caressed my belly with the other. I arched my back and quivered in anticipation. "Just do it! Do it right now. You can get another girl from the replicator afterwards."

He put the knife to my belly two inches below my navel and pushed. I threw my head back and moaned my pleasure as the knife slid deep inside my belly. He pulled it out, put the knife just above my pubic hair and pushed it back inside me. I tossed my head back and forth crying "Yes! Yes!" as he stabbed me over and over.

A tingling sensation accompanied my awakening in the replicator. I was incredibly turned on. I looked in the mirror of the replicators door to examine my new body. I looked like a playboy centerfold, I had all the right curves and long silky black hair. I touched myself in orgasmic wonder and stepped out of the booth.

The master was standing over the body of another girl. Her belly was ragged from multiple stabbings. She looked just like me!

"I got so carried away stabbing you I forgot to fuck you." he said giggling.

I giggled with him and lay down beside my corpse. He knelt between my legs and entered me. As he fucked me he pushed the knife into my belly just once and left it inside me. We came many times before I died.

A tingling sensation accompanied my awakening in the replicator. I was incredibly turned on. I looked in the mirror of the replicators door to examine my new body. I had a sexy curvaceous body with full firm breasts, long blond hair and a mouth designed for oral sex. I stepped out of the booth quivering in anticipation.

The master was sprawled in a couch at the far end of the killing grounds. "Suck me," he said licking his lips.

I went to my knees before him, knowing of course exactly the manner with which to bring him to maximum arousal. I took all of his cock into my mouth. With my tongue rubbing hard just under the head of his cock, I worked my head vigorously up and down, keeping always a slight suction. He moaned and arched his back. It wouldn't take him long to come if he let me continue to suck him this way.

Less than a minute after I started he pushed me over onto my back, my pussy juice sliming the floor. This is it! The moment for which I was created! Kneeling, he straddled my body. His right hand drew back, a big knife clenched in his fist!

During replication my pain and fear centers were wired into the pleasure center of my brain, my self preservation instinct was nonexistant. I was created for this and I wanted it more than life itself!

He plunged the knife deep into my lower belly! I shrieked with the most intense orgasm I could know, my back arched spasmodically. He pulled out the knife then pushed his cock into the blood gushing hole. He fucked my belly and I groaned with the pleasure of it. My agony was our ecstasy. He came inside me.

He lingered for a bit inside me then slowly pulled out. He stood and watched me while I writhed in the throes of the orgasm my dying was inflicting upon me. He sat upon the couch and punched up the replicators modification menu for his next fuck. He kept looking back at me while my gasps of pleasure slowly faded away.

A tingling sensation accompanied my awakening in the replicator. I was incredibly turned on. I looked in the mirror of the replicators door to examine my new body. I was athletic, almost muscular, with a nice ass and large high breasts. With long thick dark hair and big exotic eyes, I looked just like a Frazeta painting. I stepped out of the replicator quivering with excitement.

The master was waiting at the end of the killing ground with a small crossbow. I went to stand ten feet in front of him. Without a word I spread my arms and legs and thrust my belly forward. My eyes and mouth open wide I looked down to watch my belly as he was about to fire the crossbow quarrel into me.

He took aim. I licked my lips. The quarrel plunged into my belly two inches below my navel! I gasped with the shock of the pleasure that shook my body! My blood started to flow as I looked into the masters face and smiled weakly. I sank to my knees, then my ass, then lay on my back and spread my legs. I raised my arms above my head and squimed with the orgasm my impalement invoked.

The master started to fuck me. He pulled the quarrel from my belly and my blood poured. He took a knife and slowly pushed it deep into my abdomen. I moaned, "Yes, more, keep stabbing me while I die!" He kept stabbing me while he fucked me. He cut off my breasts and while he came, he cut my belly wide open! My guts spilled out over the ground and I died.

A tingling sensation accompanied my awakening in the replicator. I was incredibly turned on. I looked in the mirror of the replicators door to examine my new body. I was a carbon copy of Barbra Bardon, the playboy centerfold. I ran my hands over my new body and stepped out.

There was a line of girls waiting amongst dozens of other girls laying on the ground, dead and dying with arrows sticking out of their bellies. As I went to join the line I watched as an older looking master shot a willing naked Rachel Wank in the belly. She fell slowly as Mireil Fafner stepped up to be shot. The replicator cycled and out stepped Mari Murray.

I looked about at all the nubile incarnations of the famous women who had already been shot. They lay strewn about with their backs arched and their legs spread, the arrows in their bellies seaming to still quiver. I could recognize most of them. Betty Paulette bled at my feet, and Monica Gaby lay mastubating with one hand while working the arrow around inside her with the other. Mireil Fafner squealed wonderfully as the arrow plunged into her belly and she sank down to die slowly. The replicator cycled and Carrie Laura came out.

Julia Sistina got shot next, followed by Janet Happily, then Vanity Fair, then Kitty Fawn. Then it was my turn. I stepped up, spread wide, smiled and watched as the arrow burst my belly! I fell to my knees then lay back to take my place among the slain starlets. I made sure my legs were spread and my back was arched so that my belly was fully exposed with the arrow jutting straight up. I folded my arms above my head, turned my face toward the master, rolled my eyes back and let my tongue loll out of my mouth. The master shot a lot of other girls while I died.

A tingling sensation accompanied my awakening in the replicator. I was incredibly turned on. I looked in the mirror of the replicators door to examine my new body. I looked like pretty and petite with small round breasts, short curly brown hair, and a wide eyed innocent look. I smiled. I wanted to get killed while being fucked, I was far from innocent, though I would play the part. I left the replicator trembling with my deathlust.

The killing ground was filled with various bizzare apparatus. There were already quite a number of sexy women strapped into them waiting for the masters attention. Three were spread eagle over large archery targets. One was tied under a large bladed pendulum that was already swinging, although it would yet be a while before it got low enough to cut her open. She looked like she was already coming. I envied her. Two were hanging upside down by their feet tied in such a way that their legs were spread wide. Two other large breasted women were hanging from their tied hands, awaiting who knows what kind of death. Others were attached to various tables in contorted very exposed positions.

Only one woman was already dead having had a spear thrust all the way through her body, in through her cunt, through her torso, and out through the small of her neck. She hung above us all, the spear attached to the high ceiling with a rope on either end, belly up with her arms, legs and head dangling.

I went to the master who was waiting beside an interesting table. He looked very old. Playing my role I had the tip of my finger between my teeth and a frightened look on my face. Looking at the apparatus I took my finger away and took my lower lip between my teeth, I whimpered softly.

The master took me by the waist and sat me on a small seat. He attached a strap just above each of my knees then pulled them tight. They were attached to the apparatus in such a way as to open my legs very wide and to pin me to the little seat. If it weren't for the fact that we are designed to be extreamly flexible it would have been quite painfull, pity. He then attached straps just above my elbows and pulled them tight forcing me to lay back upon the cushion behind me. There was a little back to the seat I was on that forced me to arch my back severely. The result of all this was that I was in a position to be readily and easily fucked by the master while he was standing. My belly was also stretched and exposed to the maximum for the masters ministrations.

He placed a large knife beside me. I creamed myself!

Another woman came out of the replicator. She had beautiful long legs, a nice round ass, large breasts and rich long blond hair. She went to the last apparatus where the master bade her go to her hands and knees. Her feet were tied to ropes attached to a stake in the floor. Her hands were tied to ropes attached to a pole which was in turn attached to a pulley on the ceiling. She would hang with her arms wide when pulled up. A long sharp stake was also attached by a rope to the pole from which her hands would hang from.

She looked at the stake with relish and licked her lips. The master took the stake and pushed the point into her cunt. "Oh, yes! Yes!" the woman gasped. He masturbated her with the stake for a bit and she sqirmed and moaned with pleasure inspite of blood starting to drip from her cunt. Then the master grasped the end of the stake and pushed. The point of the stake sank slowly through her cunt and into her guts. She screamed and quivered but did not resist as it slid inside her to burst out of her just below her sternum! She moaned and collapsed to her elbows, her head thrown back, gasping! As she writhed the master pulled her up with the pulley. She hung as a work of art, suspended on one end by her hands and on the other by the stake sticking out of her cunt. She fucked the stake as she slowly died.

I was incredibly excited. I cried out, "Me next!" as did the others, but the master picked up a bow and arrow and stood in front of the women attached to the archery targets. One by one he fired an arrow into their yearning bellies to their accompanying cries of release. He left them there dying from the arrows in their quivering bellies as they bled and sighed with pleasure.

He went to one of the women hanging upside down by her spread wide feet. He took a large two hand sword and with a mighty stroke, chopped down between her legs. Blood flew! She bounced, and split in two from her crotch to her chest. Her guts spilled out over her breasts and face. She hung there, swinging gently, a gory mess.

Her companion watched with a shocked look on her face as the master went to her. With the point of the sword he stabbed her deep in her belly. Her shocked expression turned to one of exstacy as she squimed about the blade. Then he pulled out the sword and with another mighty stroke, chopped down on her cunt and split her wide open like the woman before!

He went to one of the women on the tables and taking a knife in hand stabbed her low in her belly. Then he cut her open!

The large breasted women hanging from their hands first had their breasts cut wide open before getting their bellies cut wide open. I watched as their intestines spilled out.

The master went about the room. One by one he slowly killed the rest of the women he had prepared, stabbing them over and over and cutting them open.

The woman under the pendulum let loose a short cry and we both looked. The pendulums blade had justed nicked her belly and she had sucked in her belly. I didn't understand why she sucked in her belly as the sensation of being slowly cut open would have been sublime. We watched as the blade went lower and lower until it was obvious she wouldn't be able to avoid it any longer. Then we saw why she had pulled back when she, just after the pendulum had swung past, distended her belly to the maximum! The blade swung back and her belly burst wide open! Blood and guts exploded! She arched her back with a silent scream and the blade cut her in two on the back swing. Her body continued to tremble as the pendulum with each ensuing swing, stirred up her guts.

He turned to me! His erection was furious!

"Yes!" I cried. "Take me! Fuck me! Kill me!" I wept my need!

He plunged his cock into my sopping wet cunt, and started to fuck me vigorously. I came instantly and couldn't stop coming!

"Kill me! Kill me while you fuck me!" I begged. "Kill me like you killed the others!"

He picked up the large knife beside me. "Yes! Yes!" I gasped. I desperately wanted his knife inside me. My whole reason for existence was to be killed by him.

He pushed the knife deep into my taunt round belly! With a quick sawing motion of the knife my belly burst wide open! The masters come spurted out from within my gaping belly to land on my face as I died.

A tingling sensation accompanied my awakening in the replicator. I was incredibly turned on. I looked in the mirror of the replicators door to examine my new body. I looked like a playboy centerfold, I had all the right curves and long silky black hair. I touched myself in orgasmic wonder and stepped out of the booth.

I was a bit shocked. The master waiting for me was ancient and withered. No matter, I existed to please him in every way.

"You are the last." He said wearily. "I have only days to live with a wasting disease. But it will not kill me, you will."

He handed me a knife and lay down, drawing me with him. I kissed him gently. He looked down at his limp penis. "It no longer works." He looked into my eyes, "As you kill me, cut it off."

I hesitated, "But..."

"No buts," He said assertively. "You exist to serve me and you will serve me in this way! Now kill me!"

I took a deep breath then plunged the knife deep into the masters belly! He arched his back, threw his head back and shreiked! I pulled the knife out of his belly, grabbed hold of his balls and cock with one hand and with one sharp stroke, I castrated him! I plunged the knife back into his belly and cut hum wide open! I put his balls and cock inside his belly and stood up. The master was dead.

He stank from his exposed guts. We copies had been modified so that our guts actually smelled nice and as he was the master and therefore unmodified, he stank. The master had made so many modifications in fact that it was impossible for us copies to live for more than a day or so. Not that many of us survived much more than an hour.

I wondered what would happen to the replicator as I walked over to a weapon rack. I picked a nice sword.

I put the tip of the sword into my cunt then slowly pushed it in. It felt good! I crouched down to rest the hilt of the sword on the ground. I arched my back, then sat down.

Peter Cohen "Porn gets its charge from taking a taboo
and violating it. Porn should be grotesque Pan@cam.org and coarse, it should do everything possible
to offend and humiliate." Camille Paglia



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