I shall fuck your corpse tonight!

I Shall Fuck Your Corpse Tonight – Digimon lemon by MISTER BIG T. done for ”Author of the Month” contest.
WARNING!! This is an ultra-violent, extremely gory, and very fucked up torture/guro story. Do NOT read if you’ve got weak stomach or if you’re offended by such content!!! To all the others, let’s get this party started! I’ll bring out the meat grinder and the lesbians dressed as sows!! ^_^

“Greetings whomever reads this,

Who I am, does not matter at the moment. I am not going to explain my motives, nor will I tell about myself. I am merely going to tell you what’s happening to my beloved doll after what took nearly months to prepare. You may know me or you may not… and if by a strange twist of fate, you will somehow recognize me… I’ve already put that into consideration, and I’ll be visiting your house very, very soon.” – Direct quote from the letter found in the crime scene.

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From my hiding spot, I watch my precious doll of tumbling flesh, Kari Kamiya, as she prepares to leave school. I see her, talking idly with her friends as she leaves the school grounds; whether or not she’s heading home doesn’t matter to me. All that matters is that she’s alone. I can only assume that no one is aware of what’s going on. This is just what I wanted; nothing would get in my way, now.

I wait for what seems like forever, ‘til the crowd at the school would disperse, leaving just me, and her. I would then climb out of my van, chloroform rag in hand, and sneak around behind her. I made sure not to make a single sound; I didn’t even breathe, for fear of startling my precious. Once I was close enough, I would reach out, taking her by the hips and drawing her towards me before my free hand would pull the rag up to her face. She lets out a ruffled scream, before the chemical takes its hold, and she passes out in my arms. Oh, the thrill of it, the rush of adrenaline. The tingling feeling that coursed through every bone of my body. Even though I’ve done this once before, the sensation would never grow old.

She would wake up several hours later, in the safety of my house. I watched her from my chair as she slowly rubs her eyes, taking everything in. I could tell by the look on her face that her senses were still dull from the chloroform.

“Well hello, Miss Kari. How nice of you to finally wake up.” I tell her calmly as I grab the remote control from the coffee table, and stand up. She cries out my name as I walk into her sights, and it made me so glad that she remembered me.

“What’s going on?!” she cries out, pure terror echoing through her voice. “W-where am I? What are you going to do?”

“Don’t worry.” I assure her, a warm smile creeping across my lips as I slowly raise the remote before pointing it over to the nearby TV, finger lowering to press the ‘play’ button. “Just relax, and watch a homemade video with me.”

The gasps and screams that escaped her lips as she watched the short film of my ‘visit’ with Sora was priceless. There was no sound coming from the television, but it was easy to tell when she screamed, because every time Sora would open her blood covered mouth, one could clearly see her mutilated tongue, that I had carefully peeled open with an old potato peeler. She was screaming as loud as she could while I raped her, blood gushing from her freshly popped cherry. The grip I had on her hips was iron-tight, while I pushed her up and down on my long member. Her hands and feet would struggle in a vain attempt to free herself from me, but the thick leather bindings refused to even budge. I could remember the moment perfectly, how I had told her how much of a big, filthy slut she was, and how she always wanted someone to come along, and rape her just like this.