"GLL, GLRRRKH!"
	"Keep it down," he muttered, "it's like you wanna get caught."
	"Mmmmhmhmhmmmm, glrrrrk!"
That was cock-lang for "maybe I do", he suspected, the brachiosaur rolling his eyes as he gripped her head and shoved deeper down her throat.
	"Ohhh, fuck darling you got such a wonderful mouth."
She choked even harder, shuddering as her own long brachio neck took the whole length perfectly.  Her face stuffed down to the balls as she forced a few coughs, knowing it made him spurt faster to hear a slut struggling to take his meat.  With grey orbs slapping her chin she felt eyes staring at them, despite the curtain behind her boyfriend as the stall shuddered with every slam of his powerful hips.
From the outside people only saw someone on her knees, between the legs of another.  The sounds of suffocating gags left nothing to their imagination as disgust and shock could be heard rippling through the growing crowd of saurians in the midst of the department store, trying to nudge each other into being the one who had to call security to deal with this dreadful scene.
But no one was fast enough to delay his orgasm, the sound of a bellow from the stall causing the roof to shake as he pumped his load deep into her gullet, her neck bulging with a river of jizz that filled her belly until he shoved his girlfriend back to shotgun-blast her face.
	"NNNNGH, yeah, you like that don't you, you little slut?"
	"Fuck yes I do sir," she panted as her face was painted white, "use me as your fucktoy."
	"Heh, I don't think you have what it takes to be my fucktoy, but."  He slapped her with his monstrous cock leaving a mark on her cheek.  "I'm glad you're mine either way."
With a shiver of submissive glee, the brachio girl gulped down whatever cum she managed to reach with her tongue, staining down her neck inside and out and staining her black shirt before she stood up and wiped her face.
	"I just wanna be yours," she said hugging him, "nothin' more than that sir."
	"Heheh...that's my Erin."
He groped under her tartan skirt where a thick bulge was stretching her panties, before he turned and opened the curtain to see the crowd staring agog at them.
	"PISS OFF FOLKS, SHOW'S OVER!"
They scarpered quick with his roar in fright, his swollen shaft still hanging out of his jeans at a solid 3 feet as Erin slipped behind him to zip his pants back up and slide his beast back in.
	"Where you wanna go now sir?"
	"Mmmm, wherever you want babe," he pulled her close with a smooch to her head, "come on, let's get out this shithole before the rent-a-cops bust a lung."
Taking a quick walk out of the clothing store, they wandered through the mall towards the exit amongst cream corridors with saurian traffic, reptiles of all shapes and sizes budging against each other to the phone shop, the pizza deli, the all-natural soap store and a store that was specifically designed to sell cheap knock-off gifts for tightwads and grandmas.
In her dark shirt and plaid skirt, Erin cradled her arm within his as the older brachio smiled down at her as they slipped out the back exit near the old photobooths, his old weathered jeans covered in dirt-patches that matched his brown leather jacket.  The city centre was starting to empty out, the sun slowly setting in the darkening sky as they roamed back towards the parking lot and down the street, between the jewellers and opticians on either side.
	"Sooo, where next?" her boyfriend asked.
	"Mmmmm," Erin tapped her chin, "I dunno, I'm pretty tired so maybe we could bunk at your place?"
	"Seriously?" he frowned.  "You been asking me ever since we hooked up."
	"What, someone like you must have a nice lookin' place!" she grabbed at his bulge.  "Does it really bother you that much Merrick?"
	"Naw just," he groaned at her fingers, "I just dunno if you're ready for it, I think you still need some more 'breaking in'."
	"I don't mind, break me as hard as you want, you know I love anything you'd to do to me."
	"Mmmm that so?"
She yelped from the squeeze of her ass, a few looks from passersby making them all the more excited as Merrick felt himself getting hard again.  Erin kept fondling him before she felt his hand slide between her legs and finger at her panties, fiddling for her balls before he grabbed the lip of her pussy behind them and pulled hard to make her shudder.  He twisted it in his fingers, peeling it back to make her gasp with a whimpering cry as her toes clenched in her boots.  She in turn grabbed his cock harder, feeling a vein throb so powerfully tight that Merrick thought it was going to snap.
And yet something held him back.  He wasn't sure why, he knew Erin was the perfect girl for him, with meat and veg under the hood, a rough exterior that could take any pounding no matter how brutal he got, and always she had a smile and a "yes sir" on her lips.  He knew she would do virtually anything he asked, and while he had no problem testing that to the full, that small doubt still remained by the time they reached the parking lot.
	"Something wrong?"  Her eyes softened seeing his furrowed brow.  "Hey, real talk, if your house bothers you that much I won't ask again, sorry."
	"No it's, just..." he stepped over to a stretch convertible, "you trust me, right hon?"
	"Course I trust you, you're my best friend!"
	"How bad do you trust me Erin?" he opened the door letting her in first.
	"With my life."
He closed the door slightly agasp, his face through the window briefly layered over with her own as she tensed up on the leather seat, wondering what sort of dark shameful secret he truly had when he got into the driver's seat.
	"Aaagh, sorry," Merrick rubbed his head, "I don't wanna bum you out-"
	"No it's fine!" she gripped his arm with a soothing tug.  "So what's up, bad parents?  Shitty place?  Geeky anime figures?"
	"Haha, wow way to call yourself out, I've seen your TerrEarth collection."
	"Yeah exactly, so you can't frighten me!" Erin grinned proudly.  "Seriously, you just fucked my throat like a fleshlight, I'm not gonna judge what your house looks like, I just...wanna see at least once."
	"Hmph...you got no limits then?"  He turned the key in the ignition.  "You don't care what I've done, or what I'll do?"
	"Nope," she kept smiling with reckless cheer, "can't make you do anything but I'm here for you Mer, anything you need my body for like the fucktoy I am."
	"Mmmmph."
Something dribbled down his leg.  He looked down to find a small spot of crimson pre, daubing over his shoe as a twinging pain turned larger in his shaft with a shiver.  His vein had broken, his arousal too great as Erin snickered rubbing the seeping bulge in his pants.
	"Alright...you win," he smiled back to her, "let's go to my place."
	"Yesssss!" she pumped her fist.  "You alright down there?"
	"Yeaaah it'll be fine, you can kiss it to make it better."
	"Mmmmm sounds a good idea, lemme fix that while you drive."
She bent herself over and undid his pants, starting to treat his bleeding cock as he revved his engine and drove off out of the city.  Erin kept sucking him, tasting the sweet crimson nectar of his throbbing pillar she slipped back inside her throat once again, the leathery skin covered in scars from where veins had burst and reknitted themselves over time.
For any other saurian this would be a problem, but brachiosaurs for their size had to carry blood through such long veins that their bodies had adapted over the years to undo their weakened veins and regather new ones to carry the sumptuous volumes through their necks and their dicks.  Every bump in the road punched her throat with a soft choke, causing Merrick to grunt with a hard flex as he tried to focus on the road.
The city suburbs were soon left behind, houses turning smaller and buildings thinning out with the road becoming more shoddy and uneven.  Night was starting to fall as he turned on his lights, a good 20 minutes passing in silence with Erin sucking down to the balls and breathing in his thick musk.
	"Alright, we're here."  She stopped when he stopped.  "Sorry for the long drive bitch-tits."
	"Heh, s'alright dickwad."
She looked up to find they had parked in what looked exactly like a serial killer's house.  At least that's what she joked to herself, seeing the old barn to one side and the sound of farm animals braying in the distance and the house with a white porch in the midst of a cluster of trees.
	"Damn...this place is pretty nice, sir!"
	"Heh, thanks."
Her finger slipped towards his cockslit, circling the pisshole with a little dig that made him twitch before she sucked her digit clean.
	"So what's the bad news?" she asked.
	"Well, you're never leaving here again for starters."
He watched her face with a sullen stare as she twitched in excitement, licking her lips before he cracked a smile.
	"I'm joking, come on."
	"I knew you were, you woulda brought me here already if you weren't!"
	"Hah, you sure about that?"
They got out the car and walked to the house, an old frontier home that looked like something out of a western with two floors and curtains covering the windows in deep black to blot out the light.  She saw the livestock near the barn in their own pastures, horses, pigs, sheep, and a couple of dogs keeping watch before two border collies came padding up with a soft bark as he rubbed their heads.
	"Hey boys, what's up, this is my bitch."
He gestured to Erin as they sniffed over her and she rubbed them back.
	"Heeey there, awww they're cuties!"
	"They sure are, alright come on."
An old swinging chair sat on the porch, creaking very slightly to give that extra instinctive fear in Erin's mind as Merrick stepped into the door and tightened his voice.
	"Before we go inside, there's some ground rules I got."
	"Yes sir."
She nodded stiffening her body when he suddenly grabbed her black lace panties to pull them down her legs.
	"When you're on my property, you ARE my property, and any property I have is always naked...got it?"
	"O-oh...y-yes, SIR!"
With a giddy little sound she immediately started undressing, pulling off her shirt to expose her hefty silver bosom, followed by her skirt going down to show off her own pulsing fat cannon of a cock that for a brachiosaur was average, at least a foot shorter than her friend and master's.  Her balls were also somewhat smaller, like oranges in a hammock when in her panties but now hanging loosely free as she swung them back and forth.
	"I'm all yours, like always sir."
	"Good bitch," he grinned reaching round to slap her pussy behind them, "second rule, you never touch my computer."
	"Oh hell no, I'd never, not in anyone's house!"
	"Finally, you NEVER go down to the basement, or into the barn, without my say-so."
	"Yes sir, whatever you say!"
She gave a salute before he grabbed her cock and pulled her inside, causing her to gasp with a shivering spurt of pre onto the floor as if christening her entrance into his domain.  She did wonder of course what stuff he had in his place, no doubt a wealth of secret porn stashed away though she did at least reason the barn was just so no one messed with the animals.
The house inside was surprisingly cozy, simple but elegant with a very rustic environment of wooden furnitures with heavy throw cushions, a crackling fireplace, a TV from last decade and a kitchen that looked straight out of the 1950s.  What did catch her eye however were the animals, stuffed and mounted woodland creatures both male and female from squirrels and raccoons to jays and whooping cranes, all of which were in erotic positions with all the males perpetually hard with taxidermised cocks.
She was right about the porn at least.  What she didn't expect were the paintings of such explicit stuff being out in the living room, various postures and sensual acts with every body part on display that made her throb even more with intrigue.
	"Woah, I didn't know you did taxidermy."
	"You like?" he smirked behind her.
	"Yeah actually, I mean...well, the dicks are pretty kinky but damn, they look amazing!"
In retrospect Merrick should have known she wouldn't be frightened by such, being the goth she was with that fascination of death and preservation.  Nevertheless he sighed rubbing her shoulders as he leaned over his neck towards her ear.
	"What you wanna do now, slut?"
	"Mmmmph, whatever you wanna do, sir," she leaned back against him as his hand slipped between her breasts, "or I can just be a good girl and stay here, while you do whatever you need to do-GRRK!"
He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the wall, his fingers squeezing under her chin as she gasped with a stuttering choke and a dripping twitch from her pussy.
	"Don't...even think about it whore."
His voice frightened her with a moment of true fear from his sudden fury trembling in his voice.
	"You will do what I say, you will go where I tell you to go, and do what I want, WHEN I want and not a second sooner, you got that bitch?!"
	"YES!" she cried with a gasping sob.  "P-PLEASE, SIR, I'LL BE GOOD!"
Merrick pulled back slightly with surprise at her shaking body, sliding his other hand round her waist to hug her firm before he slipped his erection from his pants and slipped it between her legs.
	"You sure you have no limits?"  His voice softened.  "Be honest.  You remember our safeword right?"
	"Y-yeah," his grip on her throat relaxed as she nodded, "n-no limits...I just, just got surprised, was all sir-"
	"You certain?  I can take you back right now, I won't let you in my house until I'm absolutely sure you'll do anything and everything I want, no matter what.  I'm trusting you Erin, I need to know you'll willingly and happily be my fucktoy, no matter what."
A small relief opened her heart, her name like a breath of release as the closest thing to an actual apology.  Neither of them could say sorry, it just didn't fit their whole thing, like showing how the magic trick was done it would break the spell of their lustful relationship.
	"I'm your fucktoy, sir.  For as long as I live, I'll be your fuckslave, your whore, your cumdump, anything you want me to fucking be."
She hiked her tail up and wrapped it round his back to pull him close grinding his dick beneath her balls.
	"You don't believe me?  Test me.  Anything.  I'm just fuckmeat for you now, to use and abuse...forever."
	"...as long as you live?  God."
He gripped her throat tighter and choked her quietly.  She did not resist, gasping with an instinctive urge and a suffocating smile as her eyes rolled up to him.
	"I love you darling...yer the perfect match for my dick, the perfect fucksleeve to wear on it.  But I need your commitment forever, that we'll enjoy each other even after we've passed."
	"H-how can I prove it?" she whispered as his thumb pressed her larynx.  "I want...I want to be your...no...something less than a slave to you."
He felt her arousal dripping on his jeans.  His eye drew towards the fireplace, the poker beside it crusted with ash as an idea drifted to him.
	"Alright."  He released her throat and pointed to the furnace.  "Walk over there, no fear."
She nodded taking a deep breath, not from relief but more to steady herself as she stepped into the living room proper and stopped in front of the fireplace.
	"See those rods in the fire?"
Erin looked to see burning phallic shapes glowing hot in the flames.
	"Put 'em in both your holes."
	"Wha-...what?" she blinked looking back to him.  "How do I pick 'em up?!"
	"With your hands you dumb bitch," Merrick smiled sitting on the sofa, "just reach out an' grab 'em, and if you do well...I'll think about letting you cum with your cock in the fire."
She knew this was a test.  It wasn't one she was unwilling to do, but one she was surprised to be given so soon.  They had played around with heat-stuff before, teasing burns and the like for that extra lasting pain so she let her lust override her coming pain sensors, and grabbed one of the rods with both hands to immediately start sizzling in her hand.
	"A-AAAGH!"
Even with scales the burning would start quickly, not even stopping to think before she shoved it into her cunt as firm as she could.  The pulsing savage heat, like a volcanic eruption charred her pussy walls as they clenched in agony, her screams ringing out across the room as Merrick started to stroke himself at the sight of his slave burning herself.
	"A-AAAAAIIIIAAARGH!"
Despite her shrieks she was starting to drip with juices, sizzling sparks off the heated dildo as she shoved herself down to the base and whimpered from the crackling snarl of burning flesh, the smell filling her nostrils like a barbecue as she felt the blackening of her walls and the lips of her vulva crinkle like a dying flower.  Her balls were starting to boil too being so close to her femininity, but above those her cock was pulsing erect and shooting thick streams against the fireplace.
	"HA-AAAAGH, AAAAAGH!  F-FUCK, OHHH!  F-feels so...g-g-good, master."
Merrick started preing himself, the sounds and sight of his girlfriend's suffering making him groan as he kept jerking.
	"Fuck you really did it...damn bitch.  Put the other one in your ass, lemme see you cum from cooking yer insides."
	"Y-yes."
She grabbed another dildo from the fire, clenching her teeth and through a well-trained inhibition against the pain, pushed herself down upon the second one as it slipped inside her ass.  The hot molten burn forced her pucker open against its will, the clench of pain instinctive she drove through like a battering ram as her tail twitched with sharp screams.
The burrowing of her rear caused her walls to darken further, her pink ring now becoming blacker by the second as she shook with intensifying agony, but her arousal was too great to stop herself.  Her tunnels mirrored each other, filled with gasping steam wrapped around the burning shafts that lacerated her twitching folds becoming dark as obsidian.
	"AAAAGH, A-AAAAGH FUUUCK IT BURNS, IT F-FUCKING BURNS OHHHH GOD S-so...s-so fucking good in me."
Her master jerked off viciously, not believing his eyes for how eager and desperate Erin wanted to be his fuckmeat.  Her cock was shooting for the ceiling for how horny she was, and Merrick joined her in turn with his own powerful spurts making sticky puddles above him.  Her cunt was sizzling up like bacon, her tail spasming harder from the anal ravaging as he imagined the taste of her searing flesh.
	"God...you're getting me so hard slut.  Show me you don't care about your life as long as I get off."
	"H-haah, f-fuck...burn me...fuckin' burn me good...will you...will you stuff me, if I die?"
	"You're already my fucktoy," said Merrick still throbbing, "you'll never go a day in your life, OR death, without pleasuring me like the fucking whore you were born to be."
	"NNNNGH!  Haaah, f-f-fuck, fuuuck yes m-make me another stuffed bitch of yours forever."
She shivered looking up to the animals, an audience aroused at her torture as Erin pumped harder, twisting her muscles in pure anguish as the thickening smell of roasting meat filled the room.  Her friend and master was shooting harder, spraying across the floor in front of her as she pushed herself forwards to start licking up the white streams whilst her juices turned into steam.
	"F-fuck, FUCK, I wanna be your fucktoy even when I'm dead, e-even when I'm a rotting corpse just make me f-feel your balls slapping my useless fuckin' CUNT, A-AAAAGH!" 
	"And what if you get pregnant before then?" he squeezed his cock harder feeling on the verge of climax.  "What...n-nnngh, what would you want us to do, with a family?"
	"Sh-shit...haaah," she dragged her tongue across the carpet spurting her own pre on her chest, "B-baby should be like its mommy...every single way possible."
	"N-NNNGH, g-good fucking WHORE-AAAAAARGH!"
Bending over towards his slut, the new master pumped his cock with a showering of cum that slathered across Erin's face, moving around to batter her sides and her burning holes with thick white paint.  The benefit of this was that it helped cool down the simmering heat of the dildos, dousing the fire in turn as he pumped the last of his seed into the flames with a cloudy hiss.
	"Mmmmmph...god, hon, you just made my day."
	"Ha-aaaah, y-yeah?" she whimpered.
	"Damn straight, you're my fucktoy now.  Now and forever."
	"Thank you sir," she licked up the last of his cum from the floor, "even after I'm a cold dead bitch?"
	"Even after you're fucking dead."
He grabbed the cooling rod from her pussy and ripped it out, causing her to screech with a shuddering howl as the sound of tearing flesh came from inside, the flensing of her cuntwalls that sealed against the dildo's sides when Merrick twisted it out like peeling a kebab before he slammed his monster dick inside her torn ravaged pussy.
	"As for your kids," he knelt down behind Erin proper, "they'll all be my eternal fuck toys too, alive OR dead!"
	"A-AAAAAARRRGH!  YES!  P-PLEASE BE MY SNUFF DADDY!"
	"Heh...snuff daddy.  I like that, that's what you'll refer to me from now on, and your new nickname...is snuffmeat."
He emphasised the last word before he chewed some of the flesh, tearing off the cuntmeat from the rod with its crispy heated form like beef jerky as he ate half of it.  The sounds of ripping skin made Erin shiver as he punched his dick harder into her snatch, gasping as her womb was violated deep with a grinding flex of his powerful pillar.
The now-christened Snuffmeat pushed back against her master, feeling his balls slap hungrily against her as her own cock dragged along the floor underneath, her own pussy meat offered to her as she started eating with him.  She had never tasted herself before, and somehow knowing it was her own body made her clench harder with a squirt of lust down her master's spear.
Her raw burnt depths were savaged thusly, the torpid wounds spreading wider with each twisting thrust like a blunt dagger causing the charred blood to flow down his balls and drip off in crusted bits.  Erin also tasted her own sanguine from the burnt meat of the dildo after Merrick had his fill, almost chewing some of the seared crimson with a shivering heat.
	"How long you been wanting this?" the brachio gasped.  "Way you act it's like you were born fer this."
	"E-ever since...I've known you, snuffdaddy," she whimpered sliding her tail round his body.
	"What was that fear in your eyes before?" he bent down further to stroke along her aching shaft.
	"I-i was just...surprised, m-mmmph!"  I didn't know how far you wanted to go but...I'm so happy you did."
	"Good fucking bitch."
	"I-is there...anything else you wanna show me, snuffdaddy?"
	"Mmmmm, you're a curious li'l snuffmeat arentcha?" he pulled himself out before his second coming.  "Alright...time I showed you what I been hiding from ya."
With a sigh of relief as the pain receded, Erin grinned excited at what terrible secrets Merrick was hiding.  He surprised her with a sudden kiss, pulling her neck back to smooch her deep with a hot tongue that dove into her cheeks and slathered across her tongue with his saliva trickling down her throat.
It was surprisingly passionate, his lust briefly fading with genuine desire as she whimpered with thick fogging breaths.  Once he broke free with a long line of spit down the back of her neck, he stood up and dragged her with a slow pull of her head towards a taxidermised deer with a perfectly-preserved pussy staring at them.
	"See that?" he rubbed the doe's flank.  "Feel that cunt."
	"Wow," she pressed her hand along the lips, "it's like...leather."
	"You ever heard of 'vicious-furs', the website?"
	"Y-yes," she blushed with a shameful quiver as her fingers slipped into its cunt, "I know it snuffdaddy, why?"
	"You've seen the kind of stuff they do?" he cocked his head more surprised than ever.  "All the nasty shit they got there, torture, snuff, cubs, even feral-fucking?"
	"I love all of it!" Erin squeaked shaking her rear.  "I had no idea you were a member too!"
	"Hah, small world, no wonder you make such a good snufftoy!"  He rubbed her head like a good pet.  "God this is the best fucking day of my life, you put anything up on it?"
	"Some self-cutting," she grinned shamelessly fisting the doe's leathery pussy, "bleeding out, drinking it, wh-what about you?"
	"Why don't you suck on this and I'll tell ya."
He grabbed her head firmly and pushed her over to a large male wolf whose knotted shaft remained erect post-mortem.  She didn't waste time sucking on it deep, pumping her throat to the hilt and stretching her lips around the fattened base.  Somehow there was an odd taste of pre despite the dead beast, cold and slimy as she pumped away.
	"I'm sure you've seen my work," Merrick said, the brachio slicing his salami at the deli in town?  That was me."
	"M-mmmhhhh, mmmmhhh!"
	"Bet you're wondering how I survived that, considering you been riding my dick both ends for months."
	"Mmhmm?" she started to wonder as her mind flicked back to the vid when she pulled off.  "Fuck how did you...actually yeah that guy's WHOLE dick got turned to a dozen!  Also why is this stuff still...preing?"
	"It was my dad's idea actually," he stroked the wet wolf's wick, "he was a scientist trying to come up with a way of preserving people for revival, like cryogenics basically and he came up with a serum that managed to."
	"Wait...your dad...could bring people back?" she gasped.
	"Not exactly.  But I can show you what I mean, if you want snuffbitch."
	"Fuck please do," she gave one last suck to the wolfmeat, "I'll go wherever you want snuffdaddy."
	"Alright."  He took her down the hall.  "Mom was pretty worried about dad, always wrapped up in his work even after I was born."
	"Was he a bad dad?" she asked following.
	"Nah, just wasn't there for me often, cared more about his work than us.  So when I got old enough, she fucked me while dad was out, our way of family bonding cuz he wasn't giving her any."
	"Woah...really?" Erin throbbed in her twitching shaft.  "That's...pretty fucking hot, how old were you?"
	"Heheh, glad you like," he took out a key and unlocked the door behind the stairs, "I was about eight, maybe younger, then when I was eighteen it got so bad she tried to divorce him.  One night he came home early, ranting about his new serum...and caught us in bed."
	"Oh shit," she followed when he walked down into the depths, "what...what happened?"
	"He went ballistic," he sighed as he descended, "we got in a fight, everything was a blur, next thing you know I'm sitting next to my parents' dead bodies, covered in blood and the serum my dad brought home.  But it wasn't all bad."
He flicked on the lights.
	"They did it to themselves anyway."
Erin gasped with a twitching shock that briefly caused her cock to wilt in surprise.  The look on Merrick's face was a demon, and it was then she realised what his true form was.  In the cellar was a bedroom, of sorts, filled with sadistic sexual toys and blood-drawing tools such as knives and syringes and whips covering the length of the walls.
But the centre of the room was the true pinnacle of depravity.  On a king-size bed, were two adult brachiosaurs naked and bereft with glassy eyes staring up towards the ceiling.  One was clearly male with a monstrous dick even bigger than Merrick's own; the other female with a well-used gaping pussy and a juicy pair of breasts still as fine and plump as when she was alive.  Both of them were missing arms and legs, the stumps cauterised to blackened nubs.
	"Oh...holy fucking shit."  Erin clasped her head.  "Are they...a-are they even...dead?"
	"Yes, and no."  Merrick grinned at her face.  "The formula my dad made wasn't quite right, it...mutated us, you could say.  Nowadays it got refined by the company it so it can instantly regrow damaged parts, but it only works once on normal folks.  But on my family, who got the prototype over us...we can just regenerate perfectly."
	"So the...dick, the salami, you can just-"
	"Mmhmm.  And these two well, they're practically undead."  He tapped his parents' heads, "they're not alive anymore, they can't respond, but their bodies still work like a factory without its workers.  They can cum, they can give birth, stillborns but still can make babies and that's about it.  Their cells keep regenerating forever."
	"For...forever?"
She realised what this meant as her cock swelled up back again.  She walked over to touch his mother's head, intrigued more than anything as her hand slipped down towards her breast, feeling it up with a hefty bob as if she was just sleeping.  She started preing on the mother's leg in response to her own twisted ideas.
	"I got some of the serum out to members of 'vicious-furs'," said her master stroking his dad's chest, "to keep them alive should they get too kinky, but it doesn't work on the dead.  Can't revive once you past that, but anything already dead, stays preserved, like all the animals in the house."
	"Woah...so I'm not gonna get fucked hard by zombies with their rotting dicks?"
	"You sound almost disappointed," he smirked towards her, "no, but you can get pregnant with dead babyfucks from daddy."
She shuddered with a strangled gasp at the idea as she clenched her wounded pussy.
	"I can...I can tell where you got your looks from...fuck your parents are hot."
	"You wanna fuck 'em?"
She looked up with a pleading face and gently nodded.
	"Go right ahead...do whatever you want to them, use them like I use you."
	"Ohhhh f-fuck...fuck, thank you so much snuffdaddy."
She had to suppress the urge to squeal like a little girl as she moved straight towards Merrick's mother's face, kissing her lips that tasted lukewarm as her eyes stared dead upon Erin.  Her mouth did not resist, parting open to the tongue warmly creeping in to suckle across the still-present saliva being made by the corpse as she laid on her side next to the cold body.
Her pulsing shaft grinded against the mother's stump of a leg, her finger sliding down the belly and feeling into the scales before she felt the tip of her clitoris.  Her hand grabbed at the pussy and pushed inside, rubbing all over her walls still sticky with cum from both her and her son.
	"Ohhhh...f-fuck, your mom's such a milf."
	"She sure is," Merrick grinned, "fuck this is hot."
	"Even when she's dead she's fuckin' begging for it," she pulled the mother's tongue into her mouth and sucked harder, "I wanna taste the cunt that gave birth to you."
	"Go right ahead," he smiled spanking Erin's abused ass to make her squeak, "go as deep as you want, eat her out, rip her belly open and eat out her guts if you want, it'll all grow back."
	"Hoh, f-fuck you serious?!"
He smiled as he grabbed at his cock, taking his father's erection in his other hand to stroke off together as he watched his girlfriend-turned-sex-slave eat out his mother.  After a deep kissing to suck on the tongue, Erin slipped out with a thick drool and kissed down the corpse's belly to soon reach the fresh undead pussy.
Diving in without regret, she slurped around the lips of the vulva and started tasting each layer individually.  Plucking her tongue with thick worming slaps, Erin stuffed her mouth to the lips as she sucked and kissed and dragged her tongue even harder to taste the rich cold pre as the mother's folds twitched and spasmed with instinctive reactions.  Knowing she was dead, but tasting her as if the whore was sleeping, made Erin throb harder underneath with a spurting thick shaft that drenched the mother's side.
	"MMMMPH...m-mmmmph, oh god your mom tastes so good!  A-are they...do they feel anything we do?"
	"Nope."  Her master demonstrated by twisting his father's cock savagely.  "At least I don't they do, but they're in a perpetual state of arousal so any sorta stimulation will get them off."
	"Even if we...rape them?"
She stood up with her spurting dick, putting a line of pre along the mother's belly.
	"You wanna rape my mom you nasty bitch?" said Merrick cracking the father's shaft into a U-bend.  "Go ahead, she was a fucking whore either way she'd have wanted it."
	"Mmmmph, she sure looks it."
With a smile sweetly towards her sire, the brachio slut grinded her 2-foot dick against the mother's clitoris to make her twitch with little spasms.  Pushing herself inside as it easily stretched to accept her, Erin moaned with a cry of absolute bliss, pumping to the hilt with one thrust as her balls slammed deep and the mother's stumped thighs opened wider.
	"AAAAAH!  FUCK, OHH!  Fuck your mom's pussy feels so good snuffdaddy!"
	"Damn right she does," her master kept cracking and twisting his father's cock, "enjoy using her, you'll end up just like her."
	"F-fuck, fuck YES fucking use me as your fucking whore like I use your fucking whore mom!"
He started laughing as he kept bending and grinding the huge dick, untwisting it to start cracking half of it in a long winding circle like a coffee grinder as the sounds of his girlfriend's thick balls slapped against his mother's cunt, dripping squirts down the bed as Erin felt her pent-up meat pumping faster and thicker pre along the twitching undead walls.
With desperate plunge the brachiobitch stuffed his master's parent harder and deeper, grinding her folds that sucked and shivered with post-mortem excitement.  There was a warmth somewhere deep that Erin searched for, but for the most part the mother's limbless torso was just simply tepid.  Not that it bothered her, if anything it made the experience so much more arousing as she dragged her tongue across the lifeless belly and suckled on her navel.
The sound of her tongue twisting and rubbing into the belly button made Merrick throb harder as he jerked even harder, sputtering his jizz upon his father's face before he shoved his cock down the lifeless throat and turned his neck into a cocksleeve once again, groaning with a shiver as his own fat bollocks punched into the neck causing bruises down the skin.
	"Hohhh fuck that's it you son of a btich," he stroked his father's head, "not as good as my new slut but we'll see how she matches up."
	"A-AAH, AAAH, I-i'll be the best f-fucking whore you ever had snuffdaddy!"
	"Good...I'll make sure you are snuffbitch."
At that point she came, crying out in a scream as she flooded the undead cunt with her gushing jizz, spraying up inside and filling so thick into the barren womb that it dribbled out a river of seed between her legs.  A slight paunch filled up in the mother's gut before it distended, Erin shuddering as her balls tightened up in a hard flex before she slumped on top of the corpse.
	"A-AAAAGH!  AAAAH...hohhh f-fuck snuffdaddy that was so good."
	"It's about to get better," said Merrick throatfucking his dad, "now that you seen what I'm all about...you ready to be my new snufftoy forever?"
	"YES, y-yes, fuck make me your toy please!" she stood up with her dick slobbering across the floor.  "I'll be anything you want!"
	"How about like them?"  He shoved his father's head off his spit-covered dick.  "Take all your limbs and make you a proper toy where you belong."
	"F-fuck..." she squirted still hard, "I'd love that, I-i wanna be nothing but your FUCKWHORE!"
	"Hhhahahaha...alright."
He pointed her towards a slab separate from the bed as she walked over with dripping shaft, laying herself down as Merrick bound her tight with leather straps on her neck, her arms and legs as he brought out two implements.  A large heavy cleaver and an industrial blowtorch.
	"I'll let you pick which one I take first," said the brachio master brandishing the cleaver, "don't worry, I got real good at taking limbs nice and quick."
	"Don't...don't worry," she grinned even wider, "I want it to hurt real bad, t-take all the time...you want, snuffdaddy, I want the left...arm first."
	"Heh, good girl."
With shining cleaver raised high he came down with a sudden crunch, the howling shriek of his new slave ringing through the basement as blood spurted up in front of his face.  His cock throbbed even harder from her sobbing screams as he twisted the heavy blade into the gristle of her limb, wrenching the bone apart with a tender creak before he lifted his cleaver again for the second crack.
It took three chops to sever the limb fully, the master taking his time as she writhed in her restraints with desperate shrieks of sheer agony.  Her trembling obelisk spurted on her body with twisted arousal, the suffering intensifying through her pulsing lance as she drooled her pre faster when her left arm was torn completely off.
The sudden loss of control in her left limb was stultifying, her stump trying to move in violent spasms before Merrick brought out the blowtorch and started cauterising her wound to prevent any further blood loss.  The burning she was more used to then the chopping, but it was still agonising regardless as the scarlet wound became a blackened nub.
	"A-AAAAAGH, AAAAAARGH!"
	"Feel good bitch?" her master grinned.  "Time to take the other arm...I love watching sluts squirm without their limbs, so helpless...like little fucking babies."
	"A-AAAAGH, GOOOOD, F-fucking h-hurt me more snuffdaddy p-please."
	"Such a good whore."
He took the other arm, driving his cleaver down harder to crunch into the table, her cries of anguish ringing through his ears as he chopped her limb off in two strikes with a spraying of hot scarlet across his chest.  She bucked upwards with another shot of hot pre that blasted her face, panting in anguish as she felt the blowtorch come again and half of her touch sensations now robbed from her body.
It was a horrifying feeling, the idea of never being able to touch herself, never caress her own body, never stroke the face of her beloved master.  The shock took its time to sink in with this realisation, briefly numbing the pain of the burning char in her other stump before Merrick went down to her leg.
	"You've no idea how happy you've made me Erin."
He rubbed the blade across her thigh.
	"Much as my parents make good fuckwhores, sometimes I need someone that's a little more...eager."
	"H-haaah...a-a-aaah, I-i'm so glad I can b-be that, Merrick."
	"Hmhmhm...I love you snuffwhore."  His cleaver rose above her.  "You're the best girl I've ever known."
	"A-AAAAAAAIIIIIAAAAAAARGH!"
The crack of her leg was like a shotgun blast, trembling sharp through his cleaver as the thicker bone required him to go hard with six cutting slams to crunch through the femur as close as he could to the pelvis.  The benefits of the brachiosaur body was that they took a long time to bleed out, moreso than other species so Merrick knew he had the time to burn the stumpy flesh and close off her veins quickly with a searing heat.
She tried to kick her other leg by an instinct in her body, an urge to fight back, a desperation to live, but her lust for pain fought against as her remaining limb shuddered in violent twitches before the coming blade.  The first crack was the worst, knowing that she had given him all of her power, all of her strength, willingly destroyed and erased by her new master and beloved.
Merrick was throbbing above her with a looming shaft, pumping his drooling pre over her breasts after he crunched through the last leg and twisted it off free before blowtorching it hard.  Her blood finally stopped pumping, building up against the cauterisation to form a thickening clot of obsidian crimson.
	"Perfect."  Merrick sighed at his work.  "You look so fucking beautiful."
	"Y-y...yeah?" she gasped with whimpering tears.
	"Now how 'bout I break you in?"  He pulled off the straps to watch her writhe useless upon the slab.  "Think you can shove yourself on my fat dick?"
	"Y-yes, h-haaah, yes snuffdaddy."
Placing his monstrous shaft against her pussy lips, he watched with sadistic glee as the whore budged herself downwards, her mind struggling to comprehend her limbs no longer lived.  Shoving herself down by arching her back she rubbed her cunt against the swollen glans but couldn't find the strength to impale herself properly.  Merrick pushed his hand on her belly and with one shove brutally stabbed her womb with his spear of lust.
	"AAAAAAAAAAAGH!  Y-YES, F-FUCK, FUCK ME, RAPE ME SNUFFDADDY, PLEAAAASE!"
	"MMMMPH, F-FUCKING WHORE!"  He snarled slapping her face.  "YOU'RE MY FUCKING PROPERTY, YOU DON'T GET TO WANT ANYTHING BUT MY FUCKIN' MEAT!"
Tears streamed from her eyes as she almost started laughing, sobbing with a shuddering cry that bubbled from her throat as he pummelled her pussy, thick meaty orbs punching against her charred limbs as he groaned with bliss.  She was so much hotter, so much tighter from her suffering as his eyes fluttered with excitement.
He couldn't stop himself from grabbing her body and lifting her up like an actual toy, driving her down to the hilt as she screamed even harder, feeling his shaft grinding into the very depths of her body with a blunt burning pain in her centre, so brutal he was that her ovaries shuddered in a clench before he kissed her deep.
The passion was so much greater than he ever kissed her before, burning desire filling his loins as he spurted thicker and thicker pre until it came running out between her stumps and drooling down his balls.  Merrick was a different beast, his words now savage grunts as he crushed her in a bearhug and used her like a fucksleeve.
It was everything she wanted.  It hurt so much, but it hurt so good, her limbs still throbbing with phantom pains in desperate writhes as her tongue swirled and squirmed against his cheeks.  Merrick plunged his tongue to the depths of her throat, choking her almost as she sucked on his drool and he stuffed her with dribbling meat that slathered her walls and drenched her snatch.
With a monstrous roar he christened his snufftoy proper, a tremendous blast of white that swelled her womb before his potent jizz backwashed out and drenched his bollocks to shine like marble.  He hugged her tight as Erin hung uselessly impaled upon the perfect peerless pillar of her master, his breaths washing over her head.
	"F-fuck...fuckin' perfect."
He sighed with a shiver as she whimpered into his chest.
	"Welcome to your new life, snuffmeat."
	"Th-thank you."  She kissed his neck.  "I'm so glad you're my snuffdaddy."
	"Mmmm...now hold on tight."
He wrapped one arm round her back.
	"Daddy wants to watch TV and his dick ain't gonna leave you the whole night."
	"I don't wanna be anywhere else...snuffdaddy."
	"Good whore."
So her new life began, with each step back up the stairs causing her to bounce on his meat.  Merrick stroked her with a fondness, her shaft pressed between their bellies and smothered more pre into sticky webs, some of which sprayed on their lips as they kissed in a sealing bliss, to their new twisted romance.