It took less than ten minutes from I activated my profile till I was claimed, my phone buzzing in my hands. I'd been agonising over whether I was ready all morning, but from the moment I pressed Submit, I'd been waiting impatiently, my cunt already moist and my heart hammering in terrified disbelief at what I had done. I activate the screen with shaking fingers, looking down at the app. It doesn't give any kind of information about the person who just claimed me, just directions on where to meet them, and instructions to get there as soon as possible. I wonder if they, like me, is looking for a lunch break hook up, except I don't have to worry about getting back in time.
It's not far, just through the park opposite where I work, and I walk as fast as I can, cursing my heels as they sink into the gravel of the path. As I near the ice cream parlour where I'm to meet them, my heart speeds up and my mouth goes dry as I spot the lone figure standing there. He's clearly waiting for someone, looking around impatiently and glancing down at his phone every so often. As I get closer I can see him blatantly checking me out, and I feel a perverse longing for his approval. I stop a few feet in front of him, opening my mouth to speak, having been building up my courage over the last few minutes.
'Are you - ' He cuts me off brusquely, his tone entirely business.
'243-17-65, here to be claimed?' He asks, using the number the app gave me as profile name. The creators clearly didn't think one time users needed a custom user name.
'Yes... Yes, I'm - ' I extend my hand in nervous greeting, not sure what the protocol is for this kind of encounter. He doesn't seem to care as he cuts me off again, grabbing my wrist in his strong hand, calloused fingers rough against my soft skin where the sleeve of my silk shirt had ridden up slightly as I extended my arm.
'Don't care. You're late and I don't have much time.' He drags me after him around to the back of the ice cream parlour, where there are some public toilets. I follow after him in a daze, too stunned to speak. What would I even say to this man anyway?
He leads me into the men's room, and I'm immediately disgusted by the stench of stale piss coming from the urinal taking up an entire wall. In the harsh, industrial light I see trash littering the floor, paper, cigaret butts, a few used condoms, and a syring over in one corner. I wonder when this place was last cleaned, when it will be cleaned next.
The man doesn't seem to care as he leads me towards the line of toilet stalls, pulling one open at random and ushering me in. There's a puddle of piss on the floor, and a few drops on the seat. What the guy responsible managed to get into the bowl, he didn't bother to flush out, it's still setting there amidst brown stains and a few pieces of slowly dissolving paper, the smell wafting up, nauseating and overpowering. I'm repulsed by it all, but also undeniably turned on by the thought of being done in such a disgusting place.
'Men come here to dispose of their trash.' The thought enters my head in a flash, but before I have time to really examine it he's in the stall with me, pressed against my back, rough hands mauling my breasts through my clothes as he presses his face into the side of my neck, inhaling deeply. I find myself arching my back against him, moaning softly as I press my breasts into his hands, grinding my ass against his groin provocatively.
'Mmm, I love rich bitches... with your nice clothes... ' He pauses and grabs the edge at the front of my shirt, yanking it open roughly, the buttons popping off till it's just hanging off of my shoulders, completely open at the front. 'Your soft, smooth skin.' His calloused hands slide over my senstive belly almost reverently, my breathing speeding up. 'Bet you moisturise every evening, just for my benefit... ' His voice takes on a cruel, teasing tone as he undoes my trousers, pushing them down over my hips along with my underwear before they catch on my knees. 'And you wear the best perfume, even in this place you smell like roses and rainbows... ' He presses even closer, his stubble scratching the sensitive skin of my neck as he inhales deeply once again.
For a long moment he doesn't move as I stand there shivering, my shirt open but still wearing my bra, trousers and underwear pushed down so my ass and cunt is on display as he stands behind me, his much bigger body dwarfing mine, enveloping me in his arms. Then he straightens his back and takes half a step back from me, and I don't know if it's relief or regret I feel when his body is no longer pressed against mine in such an overwhelming way. Then he bends down, yanking my trousers and underwear down to my ankles, but apparently satisfied with that.
'One foot on each side of the bowl, then lean forward and brace your arms on the wall.' I swallow nervously as I comply, shuffling forwards awkwardly till my legs are spread as far as they can with my trousers still around my ankles, then lean forward, bracing my lower arms against the wall before looking back at him over my shoulder, trying to look sexy but mostly just feeling scared.
'Perfect... I'm going to enjoy this.' I hear the sound of his zipper and feel a thrill of anticipation at the thought of finally getting his cock inside me. Then I feel the warm head of him against my ass, slipping between my cheeks before he slowly guides it further down, and I push back against him, desperate to get fucked. Then he slides between my wet lips, and only when he pushes against my opening do I realise how big he is. He waits for just half a second, then thrusts forward, forcing the thick head and several inches of his cock into my tight cunt, making me gasp in pain as I'm stretched open.
'God you're wet... What a slut.. At least you're tight.' My face burns in mixed shame and lust as he talks, trying to formulate some kind of response, but then he pulls back a bit, takes a firm hold of my hips in his hands and slams back in, forcing his entire length deep into my welcoming cunt, stretching me deliciously. Then he's fucking me, pulling out before thrusting deep into me again, making me moan and whimper like a bitch in heat as I can feel my own juices running down my thighs.
After a few minutes of hard, rough fucking I'm starting to feel a really good orgasm slowly drawing near when he suddenly stops, his right hand leaving my hip. I look back over my shoulder, ready to beg if need be, but when I see the knife in his hands the words die in my mouth and my throat goes dry.
'Time to get the real fun started.' He says, cruel grin on his face before he let's his cock slide out of my cunt with a lewd, wet sound.
'Get your stomach over the toilet, let's not make a bigger mess out of you than needed. Someone has to clean up once I'm done with you' He says it casually, as if this is some everyday occurence. But then it strikes me, that to him, it might be. He seems to be doing most of it himself anyway, roughly manhandling me into the exact position he wants me in. When he's satisfied he presses close against me again, but this time he pushes his thick cock up against my tight asshole, grunting with effort as he forces the large head in. He's not the first, but probably the biggest man I've ever had in my ass, and I'm unable to do anything but gasp for breath as I'm stretched painfully open, my hole burning around his invading shaft as he works it deeper with short, hard jabs.
Once he starts fucking my ass properly, I find myself moaning shamelessly, pushing back against his thrusts, my cunt clenching rhythmically, hungry to be filled. Then suddenly I feel a slight prick low on my belly, just above my pubic mound, and when I look down I see he's got the tip of the knife pressed against me, a drop of blood welling up, contrasting beautifully with my pale skin. I'm unable to tear my eyes away as he holds the knife there while still thrusting into my ass. Then he stops, grinds against me as if to make sure that he's as deep as he can get, and the world comes to a halt.
The knife sliding into me is like a punch to the gut. It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it would, but I feel as if all the air is knocked out of me, and have to focus hard not to double over. He doesn't give me any time to recover before he starts cutting, using small, practiced movements to open me up. As he easily cuts through my flawless skin, he starts thrusting into my ass again, slow and deep. The pain of being gutted alive is unlike anything, and as I watch the knife slowly work it's way up through my soft, vulnerable stomach I find myself whimpering and begging incoherently, unable to formulate a rational thought, and unsure if I'd be begging for him to stop or go on if I could.
Blood is streaming down my legs, mixing with my juices, and I feel a slight dizziness, though from blood loss, pain or lust, I don't know. I can feel an odd pressure against the lower end of the cut, and realise it's my insides pushing against it, trying to get out. I can feel tears streaming down my face and realise I'm sobbing hysterically, but I remain still, making no move to stop him as he continues cutting thorugh my skin, feeling like a dear caught in the onrushing headlights as I look at the knife slowly destroying my beautiful body. I can see and feel the cut slowly spreading open below the knife, a loop of intestine slipping out, and suddenly, with a sickening sense of loss and vertigo I can feel my guts tumble out of my ruined belly, accompanied by a series of wet splashes as they fall into the disgusting toilet bowl under me, like he wanted.
I stare in horrified disbelief at the bloody mass of meat waste hanging from my gutted belly and down into the dirty toilet bowl, a spike of depraved lust suddenly surging through me, making me moan out a breathy 'Fuck yes!' a perverse feeling of satisfaction at going through with this.
I look on in morbid fascination as he cuts my inside free where they're still attached, letting them fall into the toilet with more wet splashes as they land in the growing pile of offal, wishing desperately for any kind of stimulation to my cunt. I am unbelieveably turned on, but I don't think I'd be able to remain upright if I didn't use both hands to brace against the wall, and he seems completely uncaring about how I feel, content to slowly fuck my ass while he continues to pull unidentifiable pieces of viscera from my body, cuting them free and letting them fall into the toilet.
I don't know how long it takes, it feels like a small eternity, but it can't have been more than a few minutes at most before he's apaprently done, straightening his back again. He slams the knife into the wall on his right and grabs my hips in both hands, speeding up his thrusts, fucking me with determination, clearly building towards orgasm. I can feel my own pleasure growing as well, and start hoping that maybe, maybe, I'll be able to cum from his cock in my ass, when he suddenly pulls out, gasping.
'Get on your knees! Head over the toilet!' I whine in frustration and need, equally desperate for my own orgasm and his cum. I don't so much kneel down as crumble next to the toilet, my body too weak to do anything but sit my ass down in the puddle of cold piss, my precious lifeblood running out of me to mix with the disgusting liquid as I lean my upper body over the toilet bowl, the strong smell of my own blood and offal overpowering that of this place. I look up at him as he strokes his cock firmly in his right hand, taking a tight grip of my hair in his left, close to the roots. As he roughly pulls my head closer to his cock, I find the strength to play with my cunt, and a small moan escapes my lips as I close my eyes in pleasure.
'Open your mouth.' I comply eagerly, even sticking my tongue out in invitation and he wastes no time sliding his cock into my mouth. The moment his head is in I close my lips gently, slightly disgusted by the taste of my own ass on his shaft, but too far gone to care. In my current state, the depraved act only turns me on more, and I plunge three fingers into my wet, clenching cunt as I rub my clit with the other hand. I revel in the bitter taste, swirling my tongue around his cock as it slides back and forth between my lips, all the while fingering my cunt desperately.
'That's it, get it nice and clean before you take my cum... God what a slut you are, it's not every day I get someone as filthy and eager as you.' I hum in reply around his cock as he fucks my face roughly, finally sure that my orgasm is close, even as I can feel myself starting to fade. It only takes a few more thrusts, then he pulls back suddenly, tightens his hand in my hair even more, and then I feel his hot, sticky cum splattering over my face. I moan lustily, opening my mouth wide to catch some on my tongue, even as I pinch my clit hard sending myself into a shuddering, painful orgasm that wracks my mutilated body in a way that makes it all worth it.
I tremble with aftershocks, my upper body slumped over the toilet, head hanging down into the bowl slightly as I look up at him with utter devotion and contentment, hovering at the brink of death. He looks at me for a moment as he squeezes the last drops of cum out of his cock, wiping them off in a handful of my long, beautiful hair. Then he pulls the knife out of the wall, bending down slightly to press the edge against my throat. I can feel my heart flutter weakly, and my cunt gives a little throb of anticipation, but I'm far too weak to do anything but sit there.
'Not bad, slut... I think you're the best I had this month.' Then he drags the knife across my throat, cutting it open, and I fel my blood rushing out, running over the lower side of my face and spilling into the toilet bowl. My vision is dimming fast, but I see him stand back up, grab his limp cock, aim it at my face, and then I feel and smell his hot, acrid piss landing on my skin. I close my eyes as I hear him sigh in release, the last of my life disappearing down the drain with his piss.