In the Basement
Disclaimer-I own nothing! Nothing I say!
Mantineus-Thanks goes to my new friend Alex King of the Damned. This is sub-par to his stories of guro and vore, but still. Oh, and there's no rejuvination, either. What's gone is gone. D
"You know," Paul said, "You look very pretty like this. So cut up. So…Mangled… So twisted…Oh how I love you like this!"
He was twisting the blade's tip on one finger, licking the traces of blood from the serrated edge whenever a drop of missed blood glistened in the dim light.
Small gasps of air were his only reply as the small light from the ceiling shown down upon the naked and tattered body of Ash. His legs were missing, nowhere to be seen in the dark room Paul had said was his basement and the continuing loss of blood made him black out before he could know of their fate. Ash's arms were severed from the body and chained up from the ceiling in sex slave fashion.
Paul slowly walked towards the barely conscious torso and roughly kissed the dried-blood covered lips of the other, forcing his tongue into the other's unresponsive one.
Copper flowed onto his expectant tongue. He drank greedily like an animal close to dying of dehydration.
Drip
Paul perked his head up, his eyes fixated at a tiny drop of crimson gold that was hanging precariously at the end of a severed arm. Paul quickly ran to it and licked the bottom portion, lapping at the last of the blood.
"You're so fucking addicting, Ash." Paul said in a seductive whisper.
He unchained the arm he licked, watching as the elbow made the forearm bend towards him, making his fun a lot easier.
"I hope you're watching." He said as he made long, sensual licks were administered to the digits as he deftly teased them before shoving them into his mouth.
Ash was watching, his glassy eyes wide and twitching in horror.
His throat expanded, still unaccustomed to the stretching, yet accustomed enough to still work under the stress, it began pulling the limb downward into the awaiting stomach. His stomach distended, accommodating the limb. He looked to be in the starting stages of shown pregnancy.
Paul licked his lips and took the other arm down, this time severed end first. It went down rather easily, though an imprint of the hand could be seen pressing against the skin through his shirt.
Paul rubbed his tummy and smiled. He leaned down, his chin touching Ash's shoulder and whispered.
"This is what happens when you run away." He sighed and nuzzled Ash's cheek. "But now you can never run away ever again."
A whimper was his reply. Paul smirked and picked the elder trainer up, cradling him like a mother would while burping her baby. Paul began to walk up the steps, a smile gracing his blood stained lips as he hummed an old nursery rhyme.(You Are My Sunshine).