Gory Scenes Novels & Stories

“Brave. Or stupid. Come on. I’ll give you the tour.” He didn’t touch her at first. Just walked her through the lounges. One room had a massive glass wall looking into a scene already in progress—three bodies tangled on silk sheets, moans muffled by the thick glass. Maya’s thighs pressed together as she watched a woman arch between two men, one buried in her mouth, the other fucking her slow and deep. “Like what you see?” Victor asked, stepping close behind her. His breath brushed her ear. “It’s… intense.”

grip and release, I knew she was close. Our spectator, Darin, was intensely focused on the dick, splitting her pussy. Each time, I pulled out to the very tip, displaying nearly all the glistening, pussy-soaked flesh. Like a hot scene from a movie, it'd be almost impossible for anyone (gay, straight or bi) to keep their eyes off an alpha cock plowing a tight hole. I found myself watching both...the well-hung spectator (my boyfriend) and the puffy-nipped librarian (my girlfriend).

And my heart nearly dropped straight to my heels. Because I was staring at the glass I hadn’t noticed before. And behind it— Fuck. Two of the other glass panels on the right side were still dark. I couldn’t see what was behind them. But the one I was facing… the one I could see through now… It was the same kind of scene I had glimpsed earlier. Except this wasn’t the same. This was worse. Brutal. It looked unrestrained. Completely. Women being fucked from every single angle, every single hole used like it was nothing. No hesitation. No shame.

’ Instead, a certain smell caused him to slowly open his eyes as it overwhelmed his senses with a familiar sensation. ‘W-what is… this…?’ Blood and gore greeted his sight, as he noticed the severed parts of his comrades on the ground. Warm blood pooled at the bottom of Gary’s feet, as if inviting him to join in the puddle. “N-no…” Gary's horror increased as he took in the scattered organs—intestines, brain matter, and unidentifiable pieces—littered all around the area. He saw eyeballs bulging from their sockets, severed heads that rolled around, and chunks of human flesh dipped in the stew that was their own blood.

The sight before Lisa was both haunting and macabre. Two lifeless bodies lay sprawled on the forest floor, their contorted forms telling a tale of violence and death. The stench of decay hung heavily in the air, assaulting her senses and intensifying her feelings of horror and disgust. She approached cautiously, her steps hesitant, unwilling to disturb the grim tableau before her. The moon's feeble light cast eerie shadows, painting a ghastly portrait of the lifeless figures. Lisa's heart raced, her mind racing to comprehend the ghastly scene unfolding before her eyes.

^^^^^^^ [GORY SCENE BELOW]^^^^^^^ “WHY SHOULD WE LISTEN TO YOU…YOU MURDERER?! Do you think you’ll go free with this?! Using us for science experiments… the law will never let you go! My mothe—AHH!!!!” before the audacious female could complete her complaint, her whole body became as malleable as rubber, and before the very eyes of everyone, a gory scene was enacted.

All she could see was darkness, snippets of scenes of wolves fighting appeared before her eyes, she was in the middle of the area where the fights raged on and on. Even if one got hurt, there was no chance to fix their injuries, they just kept fighting until they finally go down, breathing their last. There were dismembered limbs laying in every corner and dead wolves ripped to the extent that their intestines were pouring out. Renée had never seen so much blood in her life, she couldn’t take her eyes off the gore scenes before her, she tried moving away, far from the war ground only to stumble into another one. This time, she was familiar with one of the fighters.

“Your pussy is pulling my fingers in like it never wants to let them go.” On the giant screen, blood splattered violently across the darkness as another victim met a gruesome end, but none of it mattered to me now. All I could keep my attention on was the relentless rhythm of Lucas’s hand working between my spread thighs. He fucked me harder with his fingers, curling them perfectly against that sensitive spot inside while his thumb rubbed firm, relentless circles over my throbbing clit. The wet, slick sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of my soaked core filled the small space around us.

Gore painted the floor with thick, splattered strokes. The third raised a silver blade, but I severed his leg and used it to knock two more onto the far table. Metal bent, flesh split, and screams were drowned out by snarls and snapping bones. I couldn’t stop even as they fled. Every time they moved, I was already there, ripping arms from sockets, hearts from chests, spraying the walls with blood and brain matter, my body moving as if it were designed for this.

Grey growled, gripping my hips harder before returning between my legs, drawing his tongue through every sensitive spot. My legs wobbled. My body shivered. My skin became feverish. My feelings were a mess. Grey, the powerful Mafia boss, the killer, the one who owned me, was on his knees before me. The sole sight filled me with an odd blend of fear, embarrassment, and wicked excitement.