Catalina’s Adventures in Horror Sex

You stir from the wreckage of your last test, your mind screaming of the horror sex. You navigate a hallway of locked doors, finally stumbling into a dim room. Catalina reclines in a rocking chair, pink and blue fur like neon smoke. Her grin stretches wide, revealing rows of sharp teeth.

On one table, a white rabbit’s head rests, eyes gouged into empty craters. Beside it, a raw heart pulses, thumping against the wood. Catalina rises, stretching like a satisfied cat would.

“Welcome back,” she purrs, her voice a velvet rasp. “Pick one. One for the head, two for the heart. Pick the correct prize and you can go home or at least on to the next test. Pick wrong and you die.”

She leans in, her grin ever present. She whispers gleefully in your ear before slowly disappearing, her grin last to go, “Choose wisely.”

“Choose wisely…”

You stare at the table, the memory of previous horror sex JOI flashing before your eyes.

“Tick tock, little morsel,” Catalina purrs, her voice echoing from the void. “Which one satisfies your hunger?”

You ignore the head and seize option two: the pulsing heart. It’s warm, slick with metallic smelling blood. You rip your cock free, shoving the head of your member directly into the thick, throbbing muscle. The heart clamps around you, a wet, organic sleeve that pulses in a rhythmic, suffocating sync with your thrusts. You plow deeper, your cock tearing through the ventricles with a wet, squelching sound. Tears stream down your face, your gut churning with disgust, yet you can’t stop.

“Such a filthy little thing,” her voice macabre giggles.

As you hit the deepest chamber, you erupt. A blinding surge of electricity snaps through your spine, frying your nerves instantly. Your heart stops as you collapse, a dead man with a satisfied, ruined organ still clutched in his hands.

You blink, confused. You were dead. Electrocuted. Now you are back to life. Still in the same room looking at the same decision in front of you. With the ghost pain still coursing through your body, this time you choose differently.

You stare at the gruesome options, your mind still reeling from the previous horror sex. You seize the white rabbit’s head, the ear hole gaping like a wet, fleshy invitation. You jam your cock deep into the canal, the entrance tight and slick.

The friction of grey matter and coagulated blood sparks a visceral, electric ecstasy. You sob, hot tears blurring your vision as the weight of your own depravity crushes your spirit. You thrust over and over. The feeling is like nothing you have ever experienced, and the guilt and sickness of fucking a rabbit head is causing you to be even harder from the taboo.

With a final, guttural groan, you thrust forward until the head of your cock punctures the opposite side of the skull, erupting in a thick, white spray of cum that coats the table.

Catalina’s neon-colored face materializes beside you, her grin splitting her head.
“Good boy! You’ve got a real appetite for the grotesque. I knew you had it in you!” she purrs praising you. “Go on then. The door is waiting for a filthy little animal like you.” She gives you a wink as your stomach churns.

A heavy door behind her swings open with a slow groan, inviting you to the next horror sex show.