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This one? Sorry if there are formatting issues. I tried to fix them, but I might have missed some.

Episode 1: Amy

It was 5:23 when Tommy heard the doorbell ring, and seeing how it was around the estimated time, he could only guess who it was, or what it was going to be. He had ordered this package about a week ago, and had been making a few preparations in that amount of time to make the experience more memorable. As he walked out of his basement, he mentally double-checked all the tools he had laid out: a few chains and clamps in the kitchen, a finely serrated saw, and a few extra hardware tools for what would follow after. Yep , he was ready for what was to come.

When he opened the door, Tommy stood in awe of his long-awaited prize: a Guro-Gal.

Tommy stared at his new toy, and was quite pleased at how she looked like everything he had expected. Well hi there, big guy! I m Amy, and I m your Guro-Gal for whatever it is you desire. Mind if I come in? Tommy moved away to allow her inside, and scanned her over as she passed by him. She was about a foot smaller than him, and by the shape of her bra, it seemed like she barely had any breasts at all. He looked down to her thighs and saw a tiny rear covered by black panties, and just above that was a barcode tattoo. She was a light build, and depending on her personality, would provide plenty of fun for tonight.

As Tommy closed the door behind her, she stopped walking and spun a full 90-degrees to face him. She gave a small wink, did a little pose and chimed, Well big boy, this is quite a place you ve got. There anything you plan on doing to me, because whatever it is, I don t care. Whether you love me, beat me, rape me, kill me, eat me, I won t mind a thing. It s just what I am. She s right, it was just what she was. From what Tommy could recall, a Guro-Gal was a specially created girl who treated pain as pleasure. A sub-synthetic creature that looked completely human (inside and out), and was willing to do the bidding of her master, and enjoy it. So, what will it be big boy?

As he took a moment to think, Tommy looked at her face, and saw just how cute she was. Her short, dark hair only made her look younger, and she wore a smirk just to add to the touch. Well, how about we go to the kitchen, first, he thought they might as well go there to begin his planned evening. He pointed in the kitchen s direction, and as she passed by him, and for the sake of his own curiosity, gave her rear a quick smack. She stopped, turned to face him, and smiled. I knew you were a dirty boy. As she left for the kitchen, Tommy looked at the hand he used, in a moment of realization, and quickly followed her to the kitchen.

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So, this is your kitchen? Looks nice, if you re going for a more basic approach. So, what do you wanna do first, big boy? She stood there in the kitchen with Tommy, a simple kitchen with the basic counters and cupboards, with the only oddity being two clamps suspended by chains from the ceiling. It took no time whatsoever for Tommy to make up his mind on what to do next. He looked at Amy and said, Bend over, and use the counter as support. Amy smirked, and obliged to her master s order. I guess you re more anal than I thought. Tommy grinned, and walked up right behind Amy and told her, Shut up. You re my cunt, now.

He pulled her panties down, and grabbed her ass to find a means of arousal from her, to which she obliged by moaning softly. He fingered her asshole, and found that (much like the rest of her) it was quite small, hopefully not too small for his now growing member. He pulled his own pants down, in which his cock responded by jutting out of his boxers. He moved closer to her, and rubbed his dick all over her ass to make it thicker. Not wanting to wait any longer, he poked it into her anal-hole, and pushed forward. She thrust her head up and screamed in estacy, and Tommy grabbed her by the pelvis with both hands as he began to thrust repeatedly into her.

As he thrust more and more, he asked her, How does it feel to have your asshole penetrated by my dick, bitch? She responded, but paused from time to time as she moved forward and backward with his own movements, It feels . wonderful . to have my ass . violated .by your sweet . delicious cock!

He thrust more and more, and she screamed more and more, and they both went back and forth more and more, until Tommy began to reach the conclusion that this wasn t all he had planned for her this evening and should thus move on. Alright, I m done with the anal rape, you can rest for a bit. He pulled out of her, and left her holding onto the counter, panting and trying to stand up straight. She sighed, Wow, you re quite vicious, I ll admit that. I should have expected much, seeing how you re nothing but a dirty, little boy. He watched as she struggled to stand, and went over and groped her chest and said, For one, you re the dirty, little whore around here. And second, I m no boy, I m a foot taller than you, just incase you forget that. He helped her up so she could stand, and thought on what to do with her next.

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He felt a strange feeling in his crotch, and took no time to begin his next phase of fun. He pointed down and said Kneel , to which she did immediately. As she smiled at him, Tommy walked over to her, with his cock still hanging out and said, How would you like to be my little Whore-Urinal? Her head stood up, and she replied, Nothing would please me more, my dirty little.. Before she could finish, he grabbed her head from behind, and thrust his cock into her mouth.

By the look on her face, it caught her off guard, but not as much as the first few drops of urine began to drizzle down her throat. As she smiled once again, Tommy let loose even more pee, and more poured into her mouth. Fearing she may choke, Tommy pulled out, but continued to urinate, which was now drizzling onto Amy s chest. Amy responded by stretching off her now urine-soaked bra, revealing her very, oh-so very ting breasts. To be honest, it didn t seen like there were any breasts to begin with.

As Tommy stood there watching, Amy lapped up whatever piss she could, while the rest drizzled all over her and the kitchen floor. So, how does my piss taste? It was difficult for her to respond, but she managed to say, It tastes like lemonade boy flavor . With that said, Tommy managed to finish off the last of his pee, to which Amy instead began to lick whatever piss was still on her and the floor.
Tommy waited and watched as she did this, and when she stopped a few minutes later, he looked at her with a wicked smile on his face. She only looked more pleased, Well, what are you planning on doing with me next, killing me off? Actually, that s exactly what I plan on doing . He looked over to the hanging clamps, and then looked back to her, and doing so only made him (and his cock) grow more.

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Amy stood up on Tommy s orders, and doing as she was told, walked over and stood by the two clamps. Tommy walked over to her, and began his task of adjusting the chains and the clamps to her. The clamps were cushioned, and wrapped around each of Amy s armpits, holding her in place. Tommy was pleased with himself, the clamps held her just up enough from the ceiling that she was still standing, and still hold her in place.

Tommy then walked over to one of the cupboards, and as he looked for something, Amy felt compelled to ask what would happen next. So, if this is really how I m going to stand in the face of my *chuckle* demise, what exactly is that face going to look like? As Tommy found what he was looking for, he said, Well, all I plan on doing is a little bit of dismembering, is all. He grabbed a large, finely serrated saw, and began to walk towards her. First, I ll cut off your arm. Then your other arm. And finally, I ll cut off your pretty little head off. Your legs are fine just where they are, and I ll reattach everything later, but you ll be dead, and I m going to enjoy killing you.

As he stood in front of her, he examined her figure, and realized that he hadn t used her vagina yet. With the saw in one hand, he crouched down in front of her, and decided to give her womanhood a lick or two. She moaned a bit, saying I was wondering when you d use my cunt. After she said that, Tommy stopped, stood up, and exclaimed, So, shall we begin?

He grabbed her right wrist, and placed the blade close to her right arm. He manipulated her hand to his face, in which Amy began stroking it, and smiling the whole time. He smiled back at her, and not wishing to wait any longer, began sawing. She showed emotions of both pain and pleasure on her face, and her hand began lightly spasming against Tommy s face. The blade was quick, and as it finished cutting through the last bit of bone and flesh, the hand stopped moving, as all life seemed to fade from it.

Amy was panting, but still standing, as the part of the arm being held by the clamp still held her in place. Tommy was a bit surprised that not much blood was coming out of the wound; I guess girls like her don t bleed much, which was good on part of cleaning the kitchen up later. He looked down at the now dismembered arm he was holding, and just had to admire the delicate hand that was once a part of Amy, but now just a piece of flesh.

He tossed the arm onto the counter for later, and went back to standing directly infront of Amy. He went up to her ear and whispered softly, So my little whore, how does that feel? Her voice was a little weak, but she managed to reply: It felt as if my arm just faded away. Like it s no longer part of my being. Tommy was a bit surprised; he didn t expect her to be, well, metaphorical, at the least. He brushed it aside though, and pointed his free-hand down to his dick: Now, stroke it, bitch. She gave a coy little smile, and using her remaining hand, kindly obliged: Well, I guess we re back to dirty business, then.

She stroked fast upon his throbbing member, and as Tommy raised the saw above her arm, stroked even faster. Tommy was quick, and as the blade cut through her flesh and bone, the arm still stroked, but would stutter every now and then. To Tommy s shock, as he held up the now freed arm, the hand still stroked, only slower than before. Wow, I didn t know you girls were capable of this kind of stuff. Maybe I ll get another one like you in the near- future. Amy was panting heavier now, but showed she was more than willing on the idea: Yeah, and maybe she ll she ll fuck my dirty , little whore-corpse, if you plan on on saving it afterwards. Tommy looked back to her as he laid the now motionless arm on the counter next to her other arm: Oh I plan on saving it, and playing with it and raping it as much as I please.

But first thing s first, now I ve got to finish you off, and remove your head. She giggled as Tommy walked right behind her, grabbed her by her hair, and put the serrated teeth up to her throat. Well, any last words before I cut your fucking head off? Amy tried to face him, but couldn t manage thanks to the clamps, and at Tommy holding onto her hair: Fuck me. Fuck my little corpse after this, and slap my ass as much as you like. Despite what you ve done to me, and what you ll do to me, you will always be my dirty, li..

Before she could finish, Tommy began sawing faster than he had with the arms, and Amy s body shuttered in response. She tried to moan, but as her esophagus was cut through, it became hard to breathe. Her body shook, and her eyes darted everywhere, and as the blade finished cutting through her spine, her head was finally severed from her still twitching body. Tommy turned Amy s head to face him, and watched as her eyes darted towards his, and her face managed to give a weak smile. In an instant, he pushed her lips towards his, and began thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Her tongue stroked his own, and as he tasted the peculiar flavor of his piss from earlier, he knew that this girl of half a grand was a good deal. He then noticed that her tongue stopped moving around with his own, and pulled out to face the dull eyes of the now-dead Amy. He stared for a while, then took his finger, lightly pushed her tongue back into her mouth, and carried her head over next to her arms on the counter.

He couldn t help but notice how cute her face looked, and the cold and empty eyes added to the light open-mouthed smile she bore. As he placed her head down, he looked back to see that her body was still trying to make it. It behaved as if trying to struggle and move away, but the clamps kept her propped up and held her in place. Then, as the last little stutters of life ceased from her body, a gentle stream of piss trickled out of her vagina, and went down her legs. Tommy was pleased, and walked over to the armless, headless, and now lifeless body of Amy the Guro-Gal.

He loosened the clamps a little, and grabbed her body by the hip with both hands, and proceeded to carry it to the same counter as the rest of her. He propped her body up, and seated it next to the arms and head. Tommy looked for a moment to think on his efforts, and then felt the strange feeling again. Knowing what to do, he grabbed his cock, aimed upward, and sent a long and thick stream of yellow all over Amy s remains. He aimed towards her arms, towards her chest, and finally towards her mouth. This went on for a while, and as Tommy finished up, he knew Step 3 would now go into motion; Boy, have I got to clean this place up!

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He was at his bench in the basement, and was finishing up the final touches on Amy s right arm. It looked the same as before, only a tiny metal clamp covered the stump. And, finished. He held the arm up to the light, and admired his long hour s work. He walked out of the basement, and proceeded to the living room where the rest of Amy was. She was propped up on the couch, both her arm and head reattached to her body, thanks to the clamps he had put on them earlier.

She wore both her panties and bra, and looked the same as she did alive, with that empty-eyed look still on her open-mouthed smiling face. He took the arm he held, put it against the stump on Amy s body, and twisted it to the metal clamp: Now, you re all back together. It s a good thing you girls don t decay, or else I would ve had to go through a lot more trouble to keep you around . It had taken nearly a day to put her back together, and he didn t want all that effort to just fall apart . He decided it was time for a quick test, and quickly slapped Amy s face. She didn t respond, but kept on smiling, and thus confirmed Tommy s belief that the clamps would still hold on.

Feeling satisfied and accomplished, he plopped onto the couch next to Amy, and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. Oh, I almost forgot. He unzipped his pants, in which is cock burst through pretty quickly, and loosened Amy s panties off. As he lifted her up, sticking his dick into her open ass, he said, You can sit on my lap. So they sat there, with Tommy watching television, his cock impaling Amy s rear, and with the lifeless but happy Amy sitting on his lap, not caring in the least that Tommy s dick was analing her. Not one bit.