Red and Black 2

Trigger chuffed and turned his attention to a particular box of cooking supplies brought in by Distrance before they began to have their way with Spectra. He wasn't the only one to do so; in fact, Patient and Ember also eyed the supplies with critical gazes.

“What’re you planning?” Patient asked after a brief pause as the brown unicorn sifted through the greasy cardboard box with magic.

Wordlessly, Distrance pulled out a gas operated bunsen burner and a cast iron skillet. He pulled up a small metal table from the dark depths of the factory basement with an effortless magical manipulation and set it down next to the wooden torture table. The brown unicorn then plugged the burner into the nearest wall and turned the heat up.

“Ember, could you be a dear and fetch me a knife,” he began. “I would like to cut up some meat for a stir fry.”

"There's one right there," Ember replied, using a tentacle to gesture to the greasy box's contents. Atop the mess of stuff, Distrance found, was a dirtied kitchen knife.

“Oh, of course.” Distrance picked up the tool with his magic.

He gently traced the dull side of the blade against the base of the ruined alicorn’s penis, letting the cool, rusty, yet extremely sharp metal slide effortlessly around the circumference of the base. Spectra immediately had a burst of adrenaline, shuddering and squealing, knowing what was going to happen without being able to do a damned thing about it.

“Oh Celestia no!” the three horned alicorn begged as he lost control of his bowels, releasing them in a river of diarrhea that mixed with the blood and viscera that already littered the table.

“Oh come on, we never had a problem with the smell until now,” Trigger groaned as he and Patient covered their noses with hooves.

“It just makes everything taste so much better,” Distrance began as he turned the blade around, slicing the gory remnants of Spectra’s penis and dissecting them clean from his crotch.

Spectra howled and shook even more violently than when he was being raped as his member was horrifyingly severed by the war veteran’s knife. The flaccid cock was severed after a few seconds, leaving a gaping wound that was drizzling blood and semen like no tomorrow.

"Get his balls, too!" Ember cheered, pumping her tentacles up and down like a foal watching a home run.

“That isn’t even the best part yet.” The brown unicorn then dipped and dragged the ruined, disembodied member through the shit and gore on the table, then dragged it some more through Spectra’s puddle of vomit on the cold, concrete floor.

In a few seconds, Distrance threw the cock onto the cast iron skillet and placed it on the burner, now already sizzling at a good temperature. Patient got up close and used his magic to not only cover his nose, but to also lift and stretch Spectra’s balls painfully out. Distrance responded to this by driving the blade through the base, severing the sack and tossing it onto the skillet as well.

The sizzling, crackling, and popping of meat on the skillet filled the air with the noxious smell of burning shit, charred flesh, and boiling vomit.

“Yeeeaahhh, this smells like where I work,” Patient snorted with a chuckle.

“Where do you work, exactly?” Trigger asked.

“A hospital,” Patient deadpanned, smirking at his question.

“I know, dumbass. I was asking where,” was the response Trigger gave.

“The burn ward,” Patient finally answered the question.

“Oh wow… yeah, I can see how that would smell like… this,” Trigger mused, turning his attention back to the cooking.

“Almost done!” Distrance smiled warmly.

Throughout the conversation, Spectra screamed and howled non-stop in sheer agony. His mutilated nethers were still spewing blood and leaking bits of viscera. He screwed his eyes shut, as if this was just some twisted lucid dream that crawled from the deepest pits of his deteriorating, fetid mind. Alas, he wasn't able to make it stop; nor was he able to keep his eyes shut as Ember forcefully parted his lids with four smaller tentacles.

"Oh no, your eyes are staying open until the fat mare sings," Ember chirped, wearing a maniacal grin. She turned to the others and asked, "Anypony have toothpicks? My tentacles can't hold these lids open forever!"

The stallions exchanged glances, then turned their gazes to the box of grease-laden junk. "Would you be alright with using forks?" Patient asked, using his magic to lift a couple of rusty, broken ones from the box.

"Those'll do," Ember replied, and she expertly caught the forks with a tentacle after Patient threw them her way. She brought them to her third eye and examined them closely, before nodding in what Spectra could only assume was satisfaction. Then, her gaze turned to him, and her wicked grin widened. "Now be a good little abomination and hold still for your Mommy Beholder Pony," she chirped in a mockery of a motherly tone.

With a bit of effort, Ember was able to force the rusted, pointed ends of the forks into the eyelids of the abomination, effectively pinning them to his brow and cheeks with their sharpened ends. Spectra shrieked in agony once more, thrashing even harder than he did when his nethers were viciously mutilated. Unfortunately, he couldn't shake the forks off of his face; Ember kept them pinned with her tentacles until she felt his skull cracking in response. Patient chuckled and took the skillet off of the bunsen burner, wafting with the steam and smell of cooked penis and vomit into the nose of the tortured soul.

“Dinner’s ready. Here, let me make you a plate.” Patient gave a wry smile before being handed another fork by Distrance.

He jabbed at the disembodied cock until the fork stuck through; it leaked blood all into the pan, staining the cooked vomit in a crimson hue. Slowly, he lifted the sauteed dick into the air and jammed the tip into Spectra’s nose. The tri-horned alicorn moaned in agony as he watched a piece of his own member stare at him.

“Suck on it,” Patient growled, digging the fat end of the cock into Spectra’s mouth.

The alicorn wailed in protest, but eventually submitted, pulling his lips over his own dick and dryly sucking.

“Keep that up, and I might even let you keep it.” Trigger laughed, using magic to hold up a staple gun.

Spectra let tears fall from his now dry eyes, yet he continued to suck on his own cock. The taste of stir-fried vomit and shit as well as burned flesh and blood caused him to gag as he deepthroated his member.

“Funny thing is, I didn’t even tell him to deepthroat it. He’s doing it on his own.” Patient laughed as they all watched.

"Either he has a thing for stallions, or he's starting to realize what's gonna happen if he doesn't obey our commands," Ember piped up, shifting to sit on her haunches. "Considering what he'll look like when we're done with him, it doesn't matter to me either way—besides, I think he should eat a bag of dicks."

Patient donned a wicked smirk. "I think that's a swell idea," he cooed, malicious undertones rampant in his voice. "Open wide!"