tormenting her

The burly grave digger, named Larry, couldn't believe his luck. He had stumbled upon a beautiful, **** girl in the cemetery, her stomach grotesquely distended. He had seen enough odd things in his line of work to not be surprised by much, but this was a first. His lecherous thoughts took over as he looked her over. Deciding that she wouldn't be missed anytime soon, he dragged her back into the tomb, his intentions as dark as the crypt itself.

As the skeleton watched from within the shadows, Larry tied her up more securely, making sure she wouldn't wake and escape. He had a few days of fun planned before he'd decide what to do with her. The skeleton, feeling a strange mix of pity and satisfaction, knew it was time to reveal itself. With a grinding sound that echoed through the tomb, it detached its skull from the girl's pussy, her body shivering as the cold air hit her exposed insides.

Larry, caught in his depraved act, froze in shock as the skeletal figure emerged from the girl's gaping belly. He stumbled back, tripping over his own feet. The skeleton stepped out of her, bones clacking together with each movement. The girl's eyes shot open, her pupils dilated with horror, only to see her own distorted reflection in the polished femur that the skeleton had used to invade her. Her screams echoed off the cold stone walls as she realized the extent of the violation she'd endured.

The skeleton, now fully detached, surveyed the scene with a twisted sense of accomplishment. It had completed its quest, but something about the girl's terror and the gravity of the situation stirred a new desire within its cold, hollow chest. It grabbed her limp body, now sticky with fluids and coated in dust from the tomb, and laid her out on the cold stone floor. The skull's jaw dropped, exposing the sharp teeth it never knew it had, and a sinister grin spread across its bony face. It hadn't finished with her yet.

Larry, the grave digger, had backed up against the wall, his eyes wide with horror. The skeleton's actions had transcended his darkest fantasies. He had never seen such a thing, and his mind raced with questions and fear. Yet, a perverse curiosity kept him rooted to the spot, his own erection betraying his twisted excitement. He watched, his breathing shallow, as the skeleton bent over the girl, its spine popping and crackling like dry twigs.

The skeleton took a moment to appreciate the pathetic whimpers escaping the goth girl's bruised lips. It was clear she was in no state to resist anymore. Her eyes searched for help, but found only the cold, unblinking gaze of the undead creature that had just ravaged her. With a cackle that resonated through its empty ribcage, the skeleton picked up where it had left off, inserting its ribs into her, one by one, eliciting more screams that ricocheted through the tomb. Each piercing thrust sent a fresh wave of pain through her body, and Larry felt his own cock throb in his pants as he watched the bones disappear into her.

The girl's body, already abused, stretched and contorted in ways that would make any mortal man cringe. Her stomach bulged and rippled as the skeleton's spine slid in alongside the ribs. The sight of her innermost parts being invaded by this monster was too much for Larry to handle. He felt his arousal was at an all-time high, fear replaced by a strange sense of awe He had always thought of himself as a man who knew the darker side of life, but this... this was beyond anything he had ever imagined.

Overwhelmed by his perverse curiosity, Larry approached the macabre scene, his own desires taking over. He knelt beside the skeleton and the trembling girl, his hand moving to her face, forcing it up to meet his own. "You like this, don't you?" he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "You're a good little slut, aren't you?" He didn't wait for a response. Instead, he plunged his thick, calloused thumb into her mouth, pushing it past her teeth to the back of her throat.

The girl gagged and choked, her eyes watering, as Larry began to thrust his thumb in and out of her mouth with increasing vigor. He watched in twisted fascination as the skeleton continued to work her body, her stomach distending and retracting with each sickening insertion. He reached for her breasts with his free hand, squeezing them hard, his thumbs digging into the tender flesh around her piercings. Twisting and mauling them, he took a sadistic pleasure in the muffled noises of pain she made around his thumb. The sight of her suffering only served to excite him more, and he couldn't resist the urge to join in the defilement.

With a grunt, he pulled out his thumb and latched onto one of her pierced nipples with his mouth, biting down hard. She screamed again, but the sound was lost in his wet, smacking noises as he chewed and sucked at the sensitive flesh. The girl's body writhed in agony, her eyes rolling back in her head. Meanwhile, the skeleton had fully embedded itself inside her, the sharp ends of its spine poking through her stretched abdomen. Her belly was a canvas of bones and shadows, a testament to the depravity of the creature that was using her.

The girl's pussy, torn and bruised, was now a gaping hole, pulsing with each thrust of the skeleton's spine. To Larry's amazement, he could see the bones moving within her, as if they had a life of their own. The sight of it was so absurd, so wrong, yet it only fueled his excitement. He felt his own cock strain against his pants, **** to be released. He reached down and pulled it out, stroking it furiously as he watched the skeleton's ribs slide in and out of the girl's open belly.

Her stomach was a grotesque mess of flesh and bone, stretching and distending with every push and pull. Yet, as the skeleton's hips ground into her, something strange began to happen. Her eyes rolled back, and she let out a guttural moan that turned into a series of **** sounds. Larry realized with a start that she was cumming. Her body spasmed and convulsed, her pussy clamping down on the bones inside her. It was a sight that would haunt him forever, but one that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. Her orgasm was so intense that it seemed to echo through the very walls of the tomb, a symphony of pain and pleasure that was both terrifying and mesmerizing.

Her breathing grew ragged, her body convulsing with each painful spasm of pleasure-pain that shot through her. The skeleton's spine was now fully embedded in her, the base of its skull pressing against her pelvic bone. The girl's eyes rolled back, her moans turning to **** sounds as the bones inside her shifted, eliciting another wave of orgasm. Her stomach was a horror show, a maelstrom of distortion that seemed to defy the very laws of nature. Yet, with each gasp she took, her pussy tightened around the skeleton's bones, drawing it in deeper.

Larry's own climax was building, his hand moving faster and faster on his cock as he watched the girl's belly stretch and contract. The thought of the skeleton's ribs and spine moving inside her, the sharp edges tearing at her delicate flesh, was too much to handle. He could feel her muscles clench around his thumb, her throat convulsing as she tried to breathe. The sight of her suffering was the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He knew he was a sick bastard, but he couldn't stop himself. He leaned in closer, his hot breath mixing with hers, and whispered, "Cum for me, you little whore. Show me how much you love this."

Her eyes rolled back again, and a gush of cum spurted from her throat, painting the skeleton's skull as it pulled out of her pussy. The girl's body went limp, a final shudder racking her frame. Larry watched, entranced, as the skeleton's bones slid from her body, leaving behind a gaping hole. The girl's stomach deflated with a wet sound, leaving a trail of cum and blood on the stone floor. The skeleton's eyes gleamed with a perverse joy as it stepped back, admiring its handiwork.

With a snarl, Larry stepped forward, unable to resist the urge to claim his prize. He grabbed her ankles and flipped her over, her bruised ass and gaping pussy on full display. He spat on his hand and shoved it inside her, feeling the warm, wet cavern of her insides. She whimpered, barely conscious, but Larry didn't care. He was going to make sure she felt every inch of his disgust and lust. He pumped his hand in and out, feeling her walls clench and unclench around his fist. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and he reveled in the power he had over her broken body.

He felt his cock strain against his pants, demanding release agian. He looked around the tomb for something to use, his eyes landing on the shovel he had brought with him. With a twisted grin, he pulled it out and began to lubricate it with the mixture of blood and cum that coated the floor. The metal was cold and unforgiving, but Larry was beyond caring about such trivialities. He lined up the shovel with her torn opening, his breath hot and ragged with excitement. He thrust it into her, the sound of metal scraping against bone making him shiver with pleasure.

Her eyes snapped open, a scream ripping from her throat as he pushed deeper. She tried to thrash and kick, but the skeleton's grip on her ankles was firm, holding her in place. Larry's hand was still buried in her throat, muffling the sound of her agony. He began to fuck her with the shovel, the handle splattering against her bruised skin with each brutal thrust. Her insides felt like a warm, wet cavern that he had claimed as his own. He could feel the bones of her pelvis with each thrust, and the thought of the damage he was doing to her only spurred him on.

The girl's body was a ragdoll, limp and unresponsive. Her eyes had glazed over, but Larry could still see the flicker of fear and pain in them. He knew he had to end this, but the power was too much to resist. With a final, violent thrust, he buried the shovel handle as deep as it would go. The metal glinted in the dim light of the tomb as it disappeared into her body, the blood and cum mixing with the dirt on the floor. He leaned over her, panting heavily, his eyes wild with desire.

The skeleton, watching the scene unfold, felt a new thrill of excitement. It had never experienced this kind of power before, and it craved more. It released the girl's ankles, allowing Larry to take full control. He was grunting and sweating now, his hips slamming against her with each thrust. The sound of flesh on metal was a symphony of depravity that echoed through the tomb.

With a cackle that sent chills down Larry's spine, the skeleton reached for a second shovel, discarded in the corner. It hefted the tool with surprising ease and approached the pair. Larry, lost in his own sick pleasure, barely noticed until he saw the cold metal at the base of his shovel. He looked up to see the skeleton standing over him, grinning with malicious intent.

The skeleton positioned the second shovel at the girl's entrance, tilting it at a perverse angle that made Larry's stomach turn. The girl's body was already a wreck, but she had somehow found the strength to scream again. Her voice was a hoarse whisper, the sound of a soul being torn apart. Larry felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as the skeleton pushed the handle in alongside his own, her body stretching impossibly wide.

The skeleton's bony hands worked in a disturbing rhythm with his, both shovels moving in unison, filling her up to the hilt. The girl's eyes were wide with pain and terror, but she was too far gone to do anything but endure. Larry could feel her insides clench and release around him, her body trying to expel the invasive objects that were tearing her apart from the inside.

With each thrust, the skeleton's shovel slammed into the base of Larry's, sending vibrations through the girl's body that seemed to resonate with her very soul. The metal was cold and unforgiving, but the heat of her blood and the warmth of her insides made it feel alive in their grip. Larry had never felt anything so depraved, so utterly wrong, and yet so incredibly good.

The skeleton's eyes glowed with a sick satisfaction as it watched Larry's hips thrust in rhythm with its own movements. The girl's body was a macabre dance floor, her insides a maze of pain and pleasure that the two of them navigated with expert precision. Larry had thought himself a master of the dark arts, but he was nothing compared to this creature. He could feel her insides stretching, could see the bones of his own hand pressing against the shovel handle as he fucked her with it.

Her eyes rolled back again, her body going slack. The only sign of life was the steady stream of cum and blood that poured from her throat. The skeleton cackled, leaving its shovel in her and stepping back to admire the carnage. Larry followed suit, his own cock still hard as he stepped away, his hand wet with her fluids. He looked down at the girl, her stomach distended, the shovel handles sticking out of her like some grotesque tail.

"She's still breathing," Larry said, his voice strained. "We can't just leave her like this."

The skeleton's laugh echoed through the tomb, a sound that seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth. It pulled the shovel from the girl's pussy with a wet, sucking noise that made Larry's stomach turn. The girl's body slumped to the ground, a mess of blood, cum, and sweat. Her chest rose and fell in shallow gasps, her eyes fluttering as she fought to stay conscious. The skeleton leaned over her, its empty eye sockets seeming to bore into her very soul.

"Don't worry, my dear," it rasped, its voice a dry whisper. "You're not going anywhere just yet."