Spineless
The man drifted from the alley to confront his victim. She was nearly
his height, had brown hair and green eyes - the features of his
betrothed. As he gazed at her eyes, suddenly she was his wife. Frightened, she
began to back away from him before he forced her to the ground.
It had all started years ago with his former wife. Due to his inability
to sustain an erection, he'd had to have a steel spine inserted, somewhat
painfully, into his urethra, a tiny hole included to enable the passage
of fluids.
After his wife had died, he would go down to her grave to work out his
insecurities and sexual inadequacy by battering away at her crusty
vagina, the relief allowing enough relaxing of tension to let him live a
normal life. When she eventually broke and all other body cavities had
been used until no longer servicable, he had to resort to those who
looked like her. Her in disguise.
While he fumbled with his trousers to release his steel reinforced fuck
appendage, the woman thrust her nicely lacquered nails into his eyes.
Screaming with blindness, he stepped back, allowing her to aim a vicious
kick at his alloy dick. Breaking in half the now sharp steel, it sliced
neatly through his flaccid meat to leave an impaled works of blood, skin
and metal that would have some place in an art gallery somewhere.