Flayed-Part 2

"RRRROOOOWWWW!ARRRRGGGGHHHH!GEROFFME!GEROFFME!...PLEASE!"
Korky The Cat lay splayed on the kitchen table,all four paws nailed to it. The Mice struggled with the knife at first, but soon got the hang of it, and preceded to flay the cat alive.Korky's back arched, and he screamed, and panted,and screeched, praying to his Feline God to save him.

Billy The Whizz exploded in a shower of blood, and tissue as a wall appeared suddenly in front of him, just as he had gotten to top speed.Danny turned of his tranny, and chortled.


His Nibs slowly sneaked by Puss, carrying a huge chunk of Gorgonzola cheese,his concentration zeroing in on the mouse hole by the kitchen corner.His mouth watered as he thought about the feast he was about to have when he got safely home.

Puss was dreaming about gerbils,and forbidden desires.Something clattered outside, a bin lid falling perhaps, and he woke up with a start. Furious, he was, because the dream was just getting good, he noticed His Nibs tip toeing toward his mouse hole, and a light bulb popped above his head.
He leaps upon the mouse, knocking the cheese from his paws, and lifted His Nibs up,and stared passionately into his eyes. His Nibs tried desperately to free himself, but, Puss had him in his clutches and was not about to let go. Puss carried the mouse into the bathroom, opened the cabinet above the sink, and took out a jar of Vaseline. He opened the jar, dumped His Nibs in head first, then bent over and inserted the frightened mouse up his arse.

It was the wriggling that did it.Sent Puss into an orgasmic stratosphere he couldn't think was possible, not even in his dreams. Puss lay on his back, and howled with madness and passion.Then, he howled with pain, as His Nibs, desperate, and scared, began to scratch and bite Puss' bowel.

Puss turned over on all fours and bore down with such pressure he shot His Nibs, and shit, and blood, out of his arse. The bathroom wall was splattered brown and red, a bizarre , modern painting of life itself it seemed. His Nibs hit the wall, and slithered to the floor, dazed, seeing little wheels of cheese go round and round his head.

Puss collapsed in a heap,blood oozing from his rectum, his body jerking,his eyes rolling in the back of his head, panting, drooling,sometimes gasping.
Boots heard the screaming and rushed into the bathroom, and, seeing Puss laying on the floor, passed out, snarls with glee and malevolence. He turns Puss on his back and bites into his exposed belly, tearing, ripping, rupturing, mangling,savagely rending the cat's stomach in a frenzy unparalleled in their history.The entrails taste delicate,as if they needed something to enhance the flavor, maybe salt, a little pepper. It's the liver he was after, full of flavor, and iron,the kidney's a snack to be savored. Puss lay there, inanimate,making not a sound as if in shock, or surrender. He died in silence, without a hiss, or a fight.

His Nibs comes to, and, seeing the carnage, slowly makes his way out of the bathroom,keeping his eye on Boots, who is oblivious to the mouse, who is oblivious to anything as he tears his longtime foe apart.The mouse rushes to the cheese as fast as his little legs will carry him, grabs it, and makes for the hole,praying to his Rodent god for safe passage. When he gets to home, he finds that he is not hungry anymore,and begins to shake with relief and fear. In the months to come, he will become an agoraphobic and has to rely on the other mice for food.


The Shrieks were loud and piercing, as Lovesick Louise burned at the stake.Cheeky stared glassy eyed at the burning girl,unconsciously rubbing the bulge in his pants.

"What do you call a stalker on fire?" he said


"A hot babe! Oi!"

The manhole cover lifted and the man yelled "Oi!" but he didn't notice the bus, and it ran over him, and his brains splattered all over the road.

Cheeky laughed, then left the shrieking girl, and went to find Lily Pop so she could check out his lollipop.Oi!

Little Plum, hiding in the abandoned building on the corner, waited until it was all clear, then went over to the now smoking girl, and lifted his blanket and began to signal

HELPUM

Tommy Atkins, 15, saw the message in the sky, and went on a quest to find another flayed skin.

Because only a god can kill a god