Mind F*ck

Staring down at her body I had a creeping feeling of ennui flood through me like so much unwanted emotion. I held the hammer loosely in my right hand while my left slowly stroked my penis, which was becoming more and more flaccid by the second. Fuck. I couldn’t even bust a nut over this anymore, and that was bad because I could only guess what the alternative to that could be, and it wasn’t pretty. Images floated through my mind before I could stop them and the next thing I knew I was down on my knees before her, parting her legs, forcing the handle of the hammer into her vagina roughly, jamming it back and forth, back and forth, tearing the sensitive skin and shredding it like tissue paper. What the hell did she care? She couldn’t feel it.

I felt myself getting hard again and adrenaline surged through me as I jerked the hammer in and out, in and out. I spit into my fist and began pumping my cock with wild abandon, relishing the squishy sound it made-schlup schlup schulp schlup schlup-glancing at the purple head every so often, watching it swell up then shrink down. Looking at her face I felt a momentary twinge of anger and I let go of my cock and slapped her repeatedly until I felt the rage subside. Since she’d already been dead for at least a half an hour she no longer bled so much as she oozed bodily fluids.

And then I couldn’t help but think about what brought us to this moment in the first place, the events that transpired that lead from one crucial step to the next, from meeting her in a loud, dark, trendy club, spiking her drink with valium, coercing her to come home with me, stripping her, raping her, torturing her, making her eat my feces and drink my piss and then her own vomit when those two inevitably came up, pricking her thousands of times with a safety pin while she cried and moaned-actual words not an option because of the ball gag I had tied in place-rubbing my cock all over the small cuts I’d made on her stomach and thighs, after I sprinkled them with salt and lemon juice of course, squirting semen onto her face as she cried, her tears hot and salty on my balls. I knew she wanted death more than she wanted anything else in her pitiful life when I began to bash her head with the claw end of the hammer, prying up the skin, blinking bits of bone out of my eyes, hearing the sound of the vacuum bursting when I penetrated her skull…

Suddenly the most brilliant idea came upon me, something I’d always wanted to do but had never tried. You know how you always hear the term ‘mindfuck’? Well, I wanted to see what that might feel like…

Clutching her skull in both hands I stuck my dick into the messy goo of her brain, my cock so hard I felt as if it might explode from the pressure, like a hot dog in a microwave. I slammed it into her, occasionally scraping it against the jagged edge of her skull, the pain mingling with the pleasure, sending chills up and down my spine. My blood and hers joining in the most unholy of matrimony. When I came it was with force, my knees trembling, my hands shaking, my head reeling. The thought of my jizz soaking into her gray matter made me feel giddy and I laughed out loud, tears spurting from my eyes.

“You fucking whore!” I roared in a voice thick with inextinguishable, psychotic rage, jamming my dick as deep as I could into her brain, feeling the need to inject her head with a much needed dose of vitamin S…

When I was done I lay next to her on the floor, stroking her hair with one hand while I cupped my balls with the other. If this wasn’t the best sex I’d ever had, I don’t know what was…