My ex-wife - Creepy version

We still had some paperwork now and then, or we paid the last couple of bills together from that period when we still were a happily married couple. I guess when I look back, she was much happier than me, fucking any big cock she could lay her hands on. Or slit. Or Ass. Or mouth.

We split in a friendly way, because I learned about her cheating months later, when I found her profile on a “girlfriend website,” with at least 200 pictures of her sucking on one or two cocks at the same time. I guess life won and I lost big, and I had to get used to the idea that I had been married to a real slut who was fucking any cock, anywhere.

But sometimes I was lucky too. I saw on TV this “Storage Hunters” thing and decided to try it as well. I started paying small amounts in the first 2 months as I was bidding, collecting experience, and learning the “how to” DIY version. One day, I showed up at a storage bidding location, and I was the only bidder, so I merely paid their expenses, and that was it.

One of the things I found in that storage was this real-life-size, let’s call it “magic,” guillotine. It was a mere coincidence that I discovered its powers, as I cut for fun a carrot with it, and both pieces fell against each other on the garage floor. As I wanted to pick up the two parts, to my astonishment, it was whole again! I did cut it again, this time holding both ends against each other, and it worked again, making the carrot one solid piece of vegetable again!

This was amazing! I went to the kitchen and took from the fridge a full carton of milk, an avocado, an entire halibut fish, and a chicken I was planning to cook that night so I could test it on (dead) animals too.

It worked each single time!

Now I wanted a live animal, so I dug out a worm in the garden and cut it in two. As I held both parts against each other, the worm wriggled and crawled away!

What’s next?

Try it on a bigger animal.

What about the tip of my left pinkie? Did I have the guts?

I did.

It hurt like hell.

But it worked flawlessly!

By coincidence, as a cut piece of worm fell on the floor against another worm I just had cut, I saw to my amazement that the body parts were exchangeable! I tested many more times, exchanging parts, and I even made a carrot-melon vegetable-fruit!

I stopped testing and went to have a coffee in the living room to figure out how I could use this machine to my advantage. No clue at first.

I could exchange parts and create new fruits. Or worms. Or bodies. Human parts being exchanged? Big pharma would pay me billions for this!

As my ex showed up that Friday night at my place, we first did the usual paperwork, bill splitting (she would bring cash), and anything that needed to be discussed. Once business was done, I handed her, as usual, her big glass of mojito, and we went to the deck to enjoy the sunset. Soon she had the second large mojito, and I told her about my discovery.

She didn’t believe me for a second, until I showed her the video recordings I had made, including the one of me cutting my fingertip off. She looked at my hand and couldn’t see anything, not even a scar.

“Let me give you a live demo!” I enthusiastically offered her, and we walked into my garage. I switched on one light because the overhead door was closed and locked. I had prepared a basket of vegetables for my demo, and after that I would do my pinkie again.

Each demo went flawlessly, even my fingertip. To raise the non-existent bar, I cut off my entire little finger. No problem there, as it was attaching itself to the stump within seconds. Demonstrating the parts exchange went flawlessly each time too. By now I had tested the machine at least 150 times, all tests different from each other.

My ex was amazed. “Let me try my little finger!” and we did. It went as expected, flawlessly.

With her watching, I cut off one of my legs. Flawless. No scar, nothing. I cut off both. No issues.

She was truly amazed and excited! “Cut off both my legs!” She said in a sultry voice.

Was she getting sexually aroused? Did she have a kink for this shit?

“OK, let’s do it,” I answered her.

I helped her insert her legs through the lunette, having her legs tightly secured as I lowered the upper board and locked the lunette with those big bolts on each side.

“Can you move your legs?” I asked her. “We want a clean cut.”

My cheating ex tried to pull her legs out; no chance.

“Can you wiggle them?”

The slut tried, zero movement.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yes, what are you waiting for?” She replied with a slightly annoyed tone.

“Ready for a new experience?” I asked her again.

“Yes, do it!” She yelled at me with that typical contemptuous tone in her voice.

The blade cut off both her legs high at the hip in one beautiful second, with a lovely metallic whoosh.

“Now put them back!” She commanded.

“No.”

And I carried them all the way to the back of the garage, placing them in the diver’s travel bag I had bought for this occasion. There was no chance they would grow back on her from that distance. I had tested this with worms the other day.

I unlocked the lunette, ignoring her screams, pulled her torso out of it, and inserted one of her arms. With a nice squish, it easily went through the bone of her arm. I grabbed the arm and waved it at her, saying, “Bye, bye, DON’T see you later.” And placed it in the travel bags, on top of her legs.

“One more arm to go, my love,” I announced.

Once the other arm was secured, the blade did another magnificent job, cutting it off as expected.

I put it in the travel bag and zipped it close.

“I will be right back, honey; I just have to get rid of some landfill. The local incinerator will gladly burn it for me.”

“Bye, bye, babe.” I said, As I waved at the torso.