All The Way

I watched Belle last month, sitting so close I could smell her as she was impaled from pussy to throat by Pete and Lily. Belle came so hard, crying out for Pete to push the spit inside her all the way up, still cumming when he did. Her last struggling words were "all the way!"as she gagged around her spit.

We thought she was done when they picked up her skewered body and carried her into the backyard to be gutted and cleaned before she was slow-cooked overnight rotating above the coals. I watched her pussy clench down on the spit as they cut the length of her from mound to sternum. I watched her face as her belly opened and she squeezed her eyes closed and bit down on the spit. I watched her bum quiver as her intestines slopped and plopped out of her belly into the gut bucket. She lived long enough to feel her gutting and I know she was cumming one final time.

I've been horny and haunted by Belle's last words on that table, her head tilted back, body skewered from pussy to mouth. She looked at me masturbating beside her and cried out; "All the way!" as she heaved and gurgled around the spit riding up her throat. She was cumming hard and I know she was telling me to go all the way without fear when my turn came.

The next day when the feast began, I could taste her orgasms as I bit into the tender flesh of her pussy and uterus. The next girl always gets the pussy and uterus and I gorged myself on it until I was sick, masturbating as I vomited wine and her flesh onto the grass where I lay, then dragged to a clean spot and fucked senseless by anyone who would have me. I fucked so many that day with the taste of Belle's flesh in my mouth and her final words echoing in my mind, enjoying the boys and girls, cocks and tongues, fingers and fists.

Everyone wants to fuck the next girl.

I love our orgies, and have loved them since I reached the maturity to participate. And each month on our special Friday, I've enjoyed watching girls just like me willingly go to a table in someone's home and be sacrificed. And the next day I've tasted their cooked flesh and experienced wild sex until I passed out from exhaustion.

Today it's my turn on the table. My turn to go all the way. But this time it's in Kurt's house and I'm doing it different than Belle. Kurt is going to open me up; open me all the way and pull everything out of my belly except my pussy and uterus. That will be given to Alicia once I'm cooked, the girl who is going next. I hope she can taste my orgasms like I tasted Belle's and I hope her impalement feels as good as Belle's.

I doubt I'll live long enough to feel my own.

Kurt prepared me before everyone arrived. He gave me a series of injections under the skin down my belly from sternum to mound, then deeper into all the muscles there until the centre of my belly was numb and flaccid. But my pussy was still alive and aroused, my body trembling as he looped cords around my ankles and wrists and tied me to the table. He knows I'm going to squirm.

The room fills with people, all gathered to the side of my table and it is thrilling to be watched by so many eyes. Thrilling to know almost everyone in the room has fucked and played with the body that's about to be eviscerated in front of them. I can see the excitement in their eyes.

When Kurt sinks the knife into my belly under my sternum he does it slowly, and though it doesn't hurt I feel that cold penetration into my most tender flesh. He begins to saw in and out of me the coldness of the blade excites my bowels, making them writhe inside me, squirming like living snakes trying to avoid his blade.

"And so it begins." I hear Lily say and I can hear the smile in her voice.

Kurt raises and lowers the knife inside my belly, working his way toward my mound. He moves it deliberately like a sewing needle moves, but instead of closing my belly, he's opening it.

The stark reality of it sinks in then; I'm being gutted. I knew it as an abstraction having seen it done so many times, but the physicality of it makes me squirm and whimper. This is happening to me and it's happening now. Belle's final gurgling orgasmic cry echoes in my head; "All the way!" But instead of taking a spit all the way up like she did, I'm having my belly opened all the way down.

I'm aware of the tugging of the blade creeping ever closer to my mound, the cycling pressure of it exciting my g-spot. This is going to make me cum.

Thank god, it's going to make me cum.

Lower and lower he cuts and I feel my belly opening like a cheap purse, the cool air of the room exciting my still squirming intestines as he nears my mound. Then I feel the blade grinding against my pubic bone and it withdraws.

He's there.

He's opened my belly and when he drops the knife and slides his hands inside me the real perverse pleasure begins. I've been fucked and fisted and an older woman once gave me a belly-busting enema and made me cum hard as I expelled. But this is overwhelming; feeling his fingers sliding deep inside my open belly, exploring flesh never before touched sending waves of tingles through my core from my sex to my throat. Kurt squeezes my pussy, grinding his thumb against my swollen g-spot and sets off my long squirmy final orgasm.

And it will be long; I can feel it. This isn't a normal orgasm; a one and done climax; this is a rolling pleasure that floods my entire belly, a pleasure that makes me gasp in wonder, and makes my toes curl.

This is utter bliss and I let myself sink into it.

His other had slides upward to tickle the underside of my quivering stomach, making it tighten and curl, making me gag and heave and the slow guttural convulsion is a tight bliss in my core. Everything he touches inside me becomes a sex organ, and every touch is orgasmic.

I feel him grip a length of bowel and pull it upward and I pee as I surrender myself to this fresh sensation; my insides unraveling as he pulls them out of me then drops them to plop on the table beside my hip. I hear a girl laugh, another say 'ooo' and I become so aware of the eyes on me, watching my gutting; watching my belly be taken apart; watching the sexual bliss that floods me.

I become lost in this slow pleasure that rolls in waves through my very soul. Every time my stomach is disturbed it convulses, sending pure orgasm up my gullet. Every inch of intestine that is pulled from me sends ripples of physical bliss through my ruined core.

I can feel my pussy opening like a flower and girl cum ooze from it. I feel my anus open and gape as he massages my rectum inside my pelvic cradle and my orgasm throbs there.

It seems like hours pass as Kurt slowly and methodically empties my belly and I cum and cum and cum. The room smells of my blood and ripe pussies from the horny girls gathered. I hear their distant grunts as they cum and love them for their orgasms; love them for witnessing my final moments as I have witnessed so many others.

It's like a never ending dream as I stare up at the ceiling and even when Kurt cuts my stomach loose and pulls the last rope of intestine out of my gaped belly, the slow waves of pleasure flow through me.

"And this is how it ends." Lily says, but it doesn't end. My orgasm rolls on endlessly inside me, my wounded stomach curling in orgasmic heaves, and I float in an ecstatic bliss as all the light of the world dims into sweet darkness.

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