"RUHJOTTU, SILVOTTU JA SILTI ELOSSA"
(Maimed, Disfigured And Still Alive)
(Espoo Finland)
butchers@theseattlesinner.com
This is the story of Luukas, who at the age of twenty seven has raped and brutally murdered women ranging from his family and friends to whores on the street. He is unrelenting, unforgiving and unmerciful. No cry could sway his decision, no plead could back him down and no bribe could distract him from the carnage he desires. He is unholy by virtue, saddened by the vacant world and hungry for the destruction of all who bow to a dead cross.
Luukas could smell her cunt, though it was clean, just for him. She sat innocently upon his lap as she blubbered of her life. She spoke of herself with contempt and regret. Her wide eyes stared at Luukas’ eyebrows, pretending to make some kind of deep meaningful eye contact. Drowning in her guilt, she sought compassion in his touch. “I’m happy we did this. It has been ages since I have dated.” Her brown hair fell to her breast.
Luukas rubbed his hand over her back; comforting her as the scent of lilac seeped from her pores. “You smell good.”
“Thanks. It’s a new perfume.”
“I wasn’t talking about the perfume. I can smell you. The scent of a clean cunt, it makes me feel insatiable. Are you a virgin?”
“What?” She pulled her face an inch back.
“I bet that you are not. You’ve probably been fucked once or twice.” He held her firmly on his lap. “But it hasn’t tainted you yet. You still smell clean! You smell like a virgin.” He laughed slightly as he pushed her hard onto his hardening cock. “I bet you still feel like a virgin!” He pulled her dress up and slipped his hand over her bare cunt. He slipped his finger down her slit, searching for the entrance. Her cunt seeped nervous fluid, drenching his hand. Poking her with his index finger, he found even that to be a challenge. Her cunt was tight, refusing to let anything through. She tried to fight, but was unable to break free. He ordered her to the floor with a shove, and had her lay on her back, tits up. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for him to let her go. Her cries quickly quieted when he began to lap at her virgin hole. Milky fluid gushed from her body with an explosive orgasm while he pawed at her chest, digging through the skin. She writhed upon the tip of his tongue, fighting and crying all the while. Tears of pleasure and fear fell from her eyes, washing her make-up from her frightened face. She screamed in sheer terror as Luukas stripped himself nude and mounted her. Violently, he forced his cock into her, breaking her open. Her blood drenched his cock offering more lubrication for the practically impossible penetration. She scooted herself up, trying to escape the full length of his dick. Luukas took her by the shoulders and pushed her down on him, forcing the entire shaft into her, bruising her insides and stabbing viciously at her cervix. She screamed with every bit of her being. The pain was more than her mind could grasp. The pleasure for Luukas was enough to make him feel sane and for a mere strand of time, happy. Hours later, he withdrew his blood stained member and came all over her shivering ashamed body. While she balled herself up deliriously crying, Luukas looked for a sharp knife.
He continued his frenzy by cutting into her right leg. The flesh tore in two easily, but the bone was a little more difficult. After a while of cutting, her leg broke free. He then began to cut the meat from the bone, which was pretty easy but quite messy. With the majority of the meat removed, he broke the femur bone from the rest of the leg and dipped it in the pool of blood on the floor. He awoke his victim by whipping her across the face with her bone, splattering blood across the room. He then without delay or caution jabbed the bone inside of her pulsating shredded cunt and fucked her with it. Her skin broke open further and more blood washed from her insides down her legs and on to the cold floor she was marooned to. He rolled his free fist in the thickening blood and punched into her bowels, rolling his hand around in the sticky mucous and blood. Knawing at her leg wound, he sucked the blood from her, lapping at it relentlessly while ejaculating upon the ground beneath them. Translucent violent fluid coated her back, staining her with affliction.
Luukas bound her hands together and affixed them to the white bone dildo sticking out of her cunt. He then propped her mouth wide open with a thin, half-way burned candle that rested between her molars. He forced his entire cock down her throat while he simultaneously fucked her with the bone and sodomized her with his fist. Gagging, she puked, choking on her own sickness. Writhing on the floor, she kept trying to breathe, trying to swallow, but to no avail. Luukas’ cock got harder the more she writhed, fucking him back in an attempt to escape him and trying to hang on to life! Fucking the life out of her, in every orifice, her body fell limp and lifeless beneath him while he ejaculated down her throat. He pulled his fist from her tightened rectum, and cleaned himself off.
With the body now chilled, Luukas couldn’t resist ravaging it. The smell of death seeped into him, arousing him. He pulled the bone from her cunt, licked the blood from her slit and penetrated her corpse. Most of the blood and vaginal fluid had seeped from her and was now absorbing into the floor. Her flesh was cold and clammy, limp and broken. Blood stained her pale skin and her cunt was swollen dramatically many times it’s normal size. She felt like a virgin again, tight, swollen and waiting. The cold of death chilled Luukas to the bone and the comfort of murder surrounded him. He forced his cock deep inside of her while he mutilated her breasts with his knife, digging into them, ripping the flesh open and apart. Her cold blood soaked into him, seeping through his pores, empowering him, driving him, “blessing” him with the touch of Death! He stabbed his blade through her neck and sucked the dead blood that dripped from the wound like a fountain. He came inside of her over and over again. His semen seemed endless and unrelentingly spilled from his cock with the most force. Each orgasm was better than the last, turning him on further. His woman lied still, stiff beneath him as a willing fuck doll. She was at peace, unable to fight him or reject him. She wouldn’t have to try and understand his depraved mind or hate him for it. Her body so still and cold lied there, waiting for his cock and his cock only. After an hour of unyielding ejaculation, his erection died down. He pulled himself to his feet and gathered some supplies to further enjoy his fuck corpse; a long thick thread, a rather large sewing needle, several knives and an empty wine bottle.
He took one of his knives, and with the long thin blade, he cut into her stomach, making slash after slash. Her blood splattered everywhere, draping Luukas in vermillion. Running his hands over her wounds, he prodded into them. He couldn’t resist tasting the open gashes. Her blood was sweet and every so slightly coppery. She tasted of pain and longing and she felt of death and loneliness. Her blood slowly curdling in her body came out thick and tainted. Her flesh caved in easily with every stab and slash, making Luukas’ pleasure easy to obtain. With her organs protruding from her stomach, Luukas began to fuck her innards. He entwined himself with her intestines and poked into her vacant body. It wasn’t long before he ejaculated into her cadaver. He shoved her guts back into her stomach and began to sew her up with thread and needle. His stitches were supremely done, close together and straight as an arrow. He then began to sew up her cunt, though not completely. He only sloppily sewed half of it up, only so he could enjoy ripping her apart with his cock again. He tested the width with his finger and then entered her slowly with his throbbing dick. Each stitch ripped three seconds apart from each other. After fifteen seconds, all stitches had come loose, and he was fully inside of her. He pounded into her as hard as he could twenty times before he gushed cum all over her dead womb. He ripped the crucifix from her neck, inserted it in her posterior and began to sew her gaping asshole shut. With a warm damp cloth, he cleaned the blood, shit and cum off of her body and sat her up against the couch. He opened her empty eyes and began to lustfully kiss her. Her cold skin excited him so, and he couldn’t resist giving her a little gash across her neck. When her blood ran down onto her breast, he couldn’t refuse licking it. The sweet taste of his prey turned him on and he couldn’t keep from fucking her wound. He thrashed in and out of her quickly and violently breaking her neck completely open. He held her head up by her hair, and flooded her with yet more cum. He ripped the stitches in her stomach open and pulled as much of her innards out as possible. He masturbated and fucked himself with the organs and ejaculated over every inch. Almost satisfied with his accomplishment, he placed the empty bottle inside of her cunt and with a stomp, he sent shards of broken glass throughout her cunt, ass and uterus.
Luukas could smell her cunt, though it was clean, just for him. She sat innocently upon his lap as she blubbered of her life. She spoke of herself with contempt and regret. Her wide eyes stared at Luukas’ eyebrows, pretending to make some kind of deep meaningful eye contact. Drowning in her guilt, she sought compassion in his touch. “I’m happy we did this. It has been ages since I have dated.” Her brown hair fell to her breast.
Luukas rubbed his hand over her back; comforting her as the scent of lilac seeped from her pores. “You smell good.”
“Thanks. It’s a new perfume.”
“I wasn’t talking about the perfume. I can smell you. The scent of a clean cunt, it makes me feel insatiable. Are you a virgin?”
“What?” She pulled her face an inch back.
“I bet that you are not. You’ve probably been fucked once or twice.” He held her firmly on his lap. “But it hasn’t tainted you yet. You still smell clean! You smell like a virgin.” He laughed slightly as he pushed her hard onto his hardening cock. “I bet you still feel like a virgin!” He pulled her dress up and slipped his hand over her bare cunt. He slipped his finger down her slit, searching for the entrance. Her cunt seeped nervous fluid, drenching his hand. Poking her with his index finger, he found even that to be a challenge. Her cunt was tight, refusing to let anything through. She tried to fight, but was unable to break free. He ordered her to the floor with a shove, and had her lay on her back, tits up. Tears streamed down her face as she begged for him to let her go. Her cries quickly quieted when he began to lap at her virgin hole. Milky fluid gushed from her body with an explosive orgasm while he pawed at her chest, digging through the skin. She writhed upon the tip of his tongue, fighting and crying all the while. Tears of pleasure and fear fell from her eyes, washing her make-up from her frightened face. She screamed in sheer terror as Luukas stripped himself nude and mounted her. Violently, he forced his cock into her, breaking her open. Her blood drenched his cock offering more lubrication for the practically impossible penetration. She scooted herself up, trying to escape the full length of his dick. Luukas took her by the shoulders and pushed her down on him, forcing the entire shaft into her, bruising her insides and stabbing viciously at her cervix. She screamed with every bit of her being. The pain was more than her mind could grasp. The pleasure for Luukas was enough to make him feel sane and for a mere strand of time, happy. Hours later, he withdrew his blood stained member and came all over her shivering ashamed body. While she balled herself up deliriously crying, Luukas looked for a sharp knife.
He continued his frenzy by cutting into her right leg. The flesh tore in two easily, but the bone was a little more difficult. After a while of cutting, her leg broke free. He then began to cut the meat from the bone, which was pretty easy but quite messy. With the majority of the meat removed, he broke the femur bone from the rest of the leg and dipped it in the pool of blood on the floor. He awoke his victim by whipping her across the face with her bone, splattering blood across the room. He then without delay or caution jabbed the bone inside of her pulsating shredded cunt and fucked her with it. Her skin broke open further and more blood washed from her insides down her legs and on to the cold floor she was marooned to. He rolled his free fist in the thickening blood and punched into her bowels, rolling his hand around in the sticky mucous and blood. Knawing at her leg wound, he sucked the blood from her, lapping at it relentlessly while ejaculating upon the ground beneath them. Translucent violent fluid coated her back, staining her with affliction.
Luukas bound her hands together and affixed them to the white bone dildo sticking out of her cunt. He then propped her mouth wide open with a thin, half-way burned candle that rested between her molars. He forced his entire cock down her throat while he simultaneously fucked her with the bone and sodomized her with his fist. Gagging, she puked, choking on her own sickness. Writhing on the floor, she kept trying to breathe, trying to swallow, but to no avail. Luukas’ cock got harder the more she writhed, fucking him back in an attempt to escape him and trying to hang on to life! Fucking the life out of her, in every orifice, her body fell limp and lifeless beneath him while he ejaculated down her throat. He pulled his fist from her tightened rectum, and cleaned himself off.
With the body now chilled, Luukas couldn’t resist ravaging it. The smell of death seeped into him, arousing him. He pulled the bone from her cunt, licked the blood from her slit and penetrated her corpse. Most of the blood and vaginal fluid had seeped from her and was now absorbing into the floor. Her flesh was cold and clammy, limp and broken. Blood stained her pale skin and her cunt was swollen dramatically many times it’s normal size. She felt like a virgin again, tight, swollen and waiting. The cold of death chilled Luukas to the bone and the comfort of murder surrounded him. He forced his cock deep inside of her while he mutilated her breasts with his knife, digging into them, ripping the flesh open and apart. Her cold blood soaked into him, seeping through his pores, empowering him, driving him, “blessing” him with the touch of Death! He stabbed his blade through her neck and sucked the dead blood that dripped from the wound like a fountain. He came inside of her over and over again. His semen seemed endless and unrelentingly spilled from his cock with the most force. Each orgasm was better than the last, turning him on further. His woman lied still, stiff beneath him as a willing fuck doll. She was at peace, unable to fight him or reject him. She wouldn’t have to try and understand his depraved mind or hate him for it. Her body so still and cold lied there, waiting for his cock and his cock only. After an hour of unyielding ejaculation, his erection died down. He pulled himself to his feet and gathered some supplies to further enjoy his fuck corpse; a long thick thread, a rather large sewing needle, several knives and an empty wine bottle.
He took one of his knives, and with the long thin blade, he cut into her stomach, making slash after slash. Her blood splattered everywhere, draping Luukas in vermillion. Running his hands over her wounds, he prodded into them. He couldn’t resist tasting the open gashes. Her blood was sweet and every so slightly coppery. She tasted of pain and longing and she felt of death and loneliness. Her blood slowly curdling in her body came out thick and tainted. Her flesh caved in easily with every stab and slash, making Luukas’ pleasure easy to obtain. With her organs protruding from her stomach, Luukas began to fuck her innards. He entwined himself with her intestines and poked into her vacant body. It wasn’t long before he ejaculated into her cadaver. He shoved her guts back into her stomach and began to sew her up with thread and needle. His stitches were supremely done, close together and straight as an arrow. He then began to sew up her cunt, though not completely. He only sloppily sewed half of it up, only so he could enjoy ripping her apart with his cock again. He tested the width with his finger and then entered her slowly with his throbbing dick. Each stitch ripped three seconds apart from each other. After fifteen seconds, all stitches had come loose, and he was fully inside of her. He pounded into her as hard as he could twenty times before he gushed cum all over her dead womb. He ripped the crucifix from her neck, inserted it in her posterior and began to sew her gaping asshole shut. With a warm damp cloth, he cleaned the blood, shit and cum off of her body and sat her up against the couch. He opened her empty eyes and began to lustfully kiss her. Her cold skin excited him so, and he couldn’t resist giving her a little gash across her neck. When her blood ran down onto her breast, he couldn’t refuse licking it. The sweet taste of his prey turned him on and he couldn’t keep from fucking her wound. He thrashed in and out of her quickly and violently breaking her neck completely open. He held her head up by her hair, and flooded her with yet more cum. He ripped the stitches in her stomach open and pulled as much of her innards out as possible. He masturbated and fucked himself with the organs and ejaculated over every inch. Almost satisfied with his accomplishment, he placed the empty bottle inside of her cunt and with a stomp, he sent shards of broken glass throughout her cunt, ass and uterus.
