Wet, lewd sounds of gurgling chokes, frantic slurping, slap of flesh against flesh echoed in the chamber. Evelyn's eyes bulged, watering heavily as her throat was brutalized, bulging grotesquely after each deep thrust.
Suddenly, Lyssandra lifted Evelyn's head until only the swollen tip of her cock kissing Evelyn's lips, before slamming the head down with vicious force.
There was sickeningly wet crunch and desperate, muffled gurgle from Evelyn. The bulbous head of Lyssandra's shaft burst through the raw, bloody stump of her neck.
The crazy woman's eyes snapped wide open, impossibly huge, reflecting shock and agonized pleasure. Her throat convulsed violently around the immense schlong impaling.
Lyssandra's dick emerged from the torn tissue at the base of Evelyn's head, bending downward at a weird angle. The sight was grisly yet undeniably erotic. Evelyn's head was spasming uncontrollably, throat muscles clamping and unclamping around the thick shaft. The pressure was incredible, wet, sucking vise gripping Lyssandra's sensitive mid section of the penis.
"Fucking amazing!" Lyssandra gasped, her hips beginning to buck slightly in rhythm with Evelyn's involuntary spasms. "Such a good cock sleeve."
Precum leaked copiously from her exposed tip, dripping steadily into the pool below, adding to the viscous mass. The shaft sheened sinfully with spit, cum, and faint traces of blood.
Across the pool, one of the maids finally lost control. She dropped Evelyn's torso with a heavy splat onto wet floor. Her hands flew to her own crotch, clutching at the drenched fabric of the thong. Visible wet patch darkened her thighs and spread rapidly down her legs. She whimpered, hips bucking involuntarily, the sight and sounds proving too much for her body to bear.
She stared at the perverse spectacle playing, eyes wide and glazed with shocked arousal, utterly lost in unnerving tableau. Her legs trembled, pussy pulsing and leaking like broken faucet.
Lyssandra's moans turned into ragged, guttural cries whilst her hand became a blur, sliding Evelyn's convulsing head along the thick length.
"Fuck… YES… tighter…" she panted, body trembling with building ecstasy. "Faster… need more friction!"
"Quick! Bring the torso!" she suddenly demanded, her voice thick with urgency.
The maid still standing on dry land, the one desperately clutching herself, jolted like electrocuted. She grabbed the headless, limbless torso of Evelyn from where she'd dropped it. With trembling legs, she stepped into the pool.
The thick, warm jizz immediately engulfed her legs up to the knees. It seeped into her flimsy uniform, the viscous white liquid quickly soaking the thin fabric. She gasped at the shocking heat and the unsettling way it clung to her skin.
'It feels like… like it's trying to crawl into my vagina!' the maid thought, wave of horrified arousal washing through her. Her legs weakened. 'I could get pregnant just standing here!' The forbidden thrill sent jolt of heat straight to her core.
She stumbled through the thigh-high pool towards Lyssandra, her movements clumsy with shock and rising lust. By the time she reached the ledge, her entire uniform, her skin, her hair, was plastered with sticky semen.
She lifted Evelyn's torso toward Lyssandra's exposed, dripping penis head. Her hands trembled like she was presenting a gruesome offering.
Lyssandra's hips bucked wildly. "I'm cumming!!!" she screamed, her voice raw. "Slide it in! Quick!"
The maid understood instantly. She thrust the torso forward. Amazingly, the ragged stump where the neck had been met Lyssandra's bending penis perfectly.
The swollen head slid into the torn flesh effortlessly, aided by her copious precum and the cum-coated skin. The torso stretched disturbingly wide when more and more cock disappeared into it.
The maid shoved harder, grunting with effort, pushing the headless torso deeper. More of the massive length vanished into the hollow chest cavity, the pale skin widening around it.
Feeling the powerful vibrations of the Mistress's impending climax through the slab of meat. The sight of it filled to bursting with cock, the lewd squelching sounds, sent another gush of moisture soaking the maid's crotch.
Lyssandra threw her head back, a guttural roar when climax hit. Her hips slammed Evelyn's spasming head and torso forward violently while erupting.
Torrent of thick, white load burst out and Evelyn felt it – the overwhelming heat, the pressure building inside her pierced torso when Lyssandra's immense load pulsed through.
It felt like molten lava rushing through her violated esophagus, flooding her stomach. Glob after thick glob, then a continuous, scalding stream surged through her violated throat and chest cavity.
The sensation was beyond intense. Her eyes bulged, rolling wildly in her head. Her face, already salacious, contorted into an even more degenerate mask of agonized bliss.
Spittle and semen mingled around her gagging lips. Her severed torso convulsed and ballooned absurdly, skin stretching taut and translucent around the monstrous load filling it.
"Take it!" Lyssandra roared, grinding Evelyn's head against her groin. "Take it all, you filthy fuck toy!"
The torso expanded impossibly, becoming a lewd, overfilled sack of flesh and semen. Finally, the pressure proved too much.
'I'm full!' Evelyn thought desperately.
Her anus clenched and unclenched at first, then spasmed, producing humiliating sounds: blrrt, bblrrt. Finally, it gave way in a sickening gurgle.
pbbbbbttt
Powerful stream of hot, viscous sperm shot out from her spasming sphincter. It arced through the air in thick rope, splattering onto the face and chest of the maid submerging in the cum pool below.
She gasped as the hot semen drenched her anew, matting her hair, filling her open mouth, soaking her already coated uniform. The heat of it was scalding. Yet, instead of disgust, an unsettling calm washed over her.
'Is this… my destiny?' the maid thought, her mind clouded with Lyssandra's dominance. 'To be used like this? To be broken, filled, reduced to… nothing but a play thing?'
She knew she should be horrified. Scream, flee. But this woman's power, her sheer, overwhelming presence, eroded her resistance. Terrifying thought, both thrilling and horrifying, echoed in her mind.
'No way…' the voice whispered weakly, a last ditch attempt at self-preservation.
But it was instantly drowned out by a much louder, perverted inner voice:
'To be cut apart and used as a cock sleeve! Like that filthy zombie bitch! Yes!!!'
The thought sent wave of shameful, liquid heat pulsing through her core, making her already dripping pussy clench violently.
She looked up at Lyssandra, goddess-like in her debauched glory, still spurting the last of her immense load into Evelyn's overflowing torso.
'My mistress…' the thought crystallized, utterly erasing the old self. 'I exist only for her pleasure.'
And in that moment, drowning in semen, the maid accepted her fate, her eyes glazing over with utter, submissive devotion. She opened her mouth wider, trying to catch more of the thick fluid raining down, a broken, blissful sigh escaping her lips.
Lyssandra's climax stretched into an eternity of agonized ecstasy. She continued to hammer Evelyn's spasming head and torso onto her gushing cock with brutal, desperate force, prolonging the orgasm. Glob after glob of thick, viscous fluid erupted from Evelyn's mouth.
After a final, animalistic roar that shook the chamber, Lyssandra slammed Evelyn's body down one last time. The force was immense.
Evelyn's torso stretched… then gave way by a sickening, ripping sound.
Lyssandra's pulsing cockhead burst through the overstretched flesh of Evelyn's anus. The head and a good length of the penis emerged, glistening with seed and viscera, protruding from between her parting buttocks.
Lyssandra's hips juddered uncontrollably. The last few thick spurts arced from her exposed tip, splattering across Evelyn's back and into the cum pool.
Evelyn's torso hung limp on her shaft now, a flaccid, overfilled sack of flesh dripping sperm and blood, completely skewered by Lyssandra's penis. Her head lolled to one side, eyes half-lidded, mouth slack and leaking. Perfect picture of utter, brutalized bliss.
Lyssandra collapsed back onto the flesh ledge, her chest heaving. Satisfied smile spread across her flushed face when she surveyed her handiwork.