Manhood

Manhood

He lay naked and helpless before her.
She trod upon his testicles.
The toxins in his blood leaving him paralysed and still.
Feeling the tissue crush and pop underfoot was such a thrill.

He was unable to lift his head.
The pleasure she got from it made her smile.
He struggled to see the damage being caused from the attack.
She twisted her foot upon the spot, grinding his fleshy sack.

Within seconds his scrotum had swollen.
With a quick swing she kicked between his legs.
The impact upon his blood filled sack burst the tender skin,
And released the mush and fatty flesh that was held within.

He undertook a barrage of several further kicks.
She gritted her teeth as she created a cavity between his legs.
Through teary eyes he saw her pick up a rusty saw.
She hacked at the vein and muscle ‘til his penis fell to the floor.

He stared in horror as she held aloft his cock.
She rammed the bloody phallus deep into his mouth.
He felt his world spin then his face hit the ground,
As she grabbed his feet and turned his body around.

‘Rape Ya Later’ read the tattoo on his back.
She knelt down beside him and picked up a meat hook.
He could hear her read those words aloud that lay upon his skin,
As she shoved her fist into his anus and then pushed it further in.

As the toxins began to wane, he sensed the hook go deeper.
Pumping the metal within him, she severed his internal walls.
His arse was spewing bloody flesh and broken bone and shit,
And she pulled the hook completely out before discarding it.

He had already lost consciousness as she drove her fist in again.
She immersed her arm much further, close to the shoulder.
His heart was pulled out through his anus, from its veiny core,
Then she spat at his bloody corpse before she dropped it to the floor.

by Lucy Grieves