With a jolt, I awoke. I was dazed and uncertain where I ended up. As my vision cleared, I was met with an alarming sight. My wife was tied up by each limb on the bed in front of me, naked from head to toe. Three men surrounded her, the middle one equipped with a rather large hunting knife.

I called out to my wife and found that I was gagged with rope. Its taste was one I would surely never forget—if I would survive the encounter. She tried to speak, but she too was gagged. She squirmed and pulled at the binds.

It had to have been a kidnapping, or some twisted joke. I was fearful that it was the former. However, my wife and I had an advantage that I hoped would throw them off.

We were endowed with a condition called Immortius Corporal, which rendered us impervious to any kind of physical harm. Essentially immortal, save for the disparaging ability to age like any normal person. The fear was lessened, but remained otherwise.

"Your lover here is looking like a snack." Man 1 said imprudently. "Boy am I glad we found a good one tonight."

"Hell yeah. She's going to fuck real good." Said Man 2

“What should we do to her?” Man 3 said, seemingly confused as to what the men had planned. He was unlike the others, with a reserved and hesitant demeanor. Likely drug into the situation unwillingly.

“We’re going to have some fun with her, dumbass. Show her lover who’s boss.” Man 1 readied the knife, and leaned over my naked wife of three years. She frantically flailed as much as the bonds allowed. “Don’t worry. This will only hurt for a moment.”

He raised the knife and swung it down hard. It sliced into their victim's armpit. They expected blood, as it hit the axillary, but none came out. Only a cross-section of bone and tissue. "Well, well. An Immortus. We won’t need to clean up after all.” He continued to hack into her with excitement on his face.

With one last swing, my wife's arm was completely severed from her body. It lay limply beside her. She muffled something to the likes of "oh god", but from where I sat it was difficult to discern exactly.

I kept my composure, knowing full well that she was in no pain. It was the fact she was partially incapacitated that worried me.

“Here, you do the other arm.” Man 1 handed the knife to the second, who flipped it in the air and caught it by the handle on the way to the other side of the bed.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Much like the other, he hacked into my wife’s armpit separating it from the rest of her.

She didn’t try to resist. I assumed she must have realized there was no escaping her situation. She could only accept her fate as I had no choice but to sit and watch.

The knife was tossed onto the bed near Man 1, and as he wielded it once again, he moved over to their victim’s feet. He glided the knife along her sole. “You have such pretty feet. Maybe we’ll leave them as a parting gift to your husband.” He said to her.

I shook my head in disgust. They were butchering the woman I loved in front of me. There was concern she wouldn’t be able to put her back together. An Immortus could heal with exceeding capability, but I was unsure about total dismemberment. I watched as the knife's tip continued to glide up to her leg, then down the inner thigh close to her pussy.

Man 1 paused for a second, then plunged the weapon into her thigh. She winced. He slipped a finger into the folds of her sex. “Our girl here is already so wet.”

“She must be enjoying it.” Man 2 said.

“Come here.” Man 1 said to the third, who nervously step forward. He turned around and began to speak to me. “This boy here is going to become a man today. How do you feel about him emptying his fresh sperm into your wife here?”

I shined with anger. If I could only free myself there was no telling what I would have done.

The man snickered, then turned his attention back to the woman. “Look at her. You want to fuck that meat?”

Man 3 nodded.

“Here.” The knife passed ownership to the younger of the group. “How about you remove those legs of hers. They’ll be in the way and we won’t like that.”

The third spun the steel in his hands. He slowly placed its edge on her upper thigh, and after a moment of hesitation, sawed into the flesh. It took a bit more effort than the arms, but it wasn’t much longer to completely sever the left leg from the rest of her. The limb fell to the side.

Lifeless.

Man 1 instructed him to do the other one, and once both had been removed, the torso was pulled to the edge of the bed.

“Now take that pussy and give her a good time.”

I struggled in my chair as I saw the young man strip down and stroke himself in preparation. My wife was wiggling helplessly, looking back and forth to each of her detached arms. He grabbed what was left of her thighs, aimed himself, and entered her. Her breasts swayed back and forth as the man rocked his hips.

“Love seeing her being used by him? Getting fucked by someone who isn’t you?”

My brows furrowed. It was disgracefull to be assulting my wife, to use her for their own sexual gratification without further consent, and moreso treating it as a form of torture for both involved.

The young man, beading sweat, looked at Man 1 and gestured to the knife. “May I?”

“Bro. Just fucking do it.” Man 2 scoffed.

“Yeah. What he said.” Man 1 gave an approving look, prompting the younger one to cut into the woman’s abdomen. Like a hunter gutting it’s prey, the knife sawed into her belly, just above the navel. My wife closed her eyes as the sensation lasted longer than she likely wished, and opened them once the feeling of her lower half disapeared.

Her severed hips, gipped tightly by the man, were vigorously handled. He turned them to the side and slipped a few fingers into her ass. As he continued to thrust into her, Man 1 took the knife with a mischievous grin, and leaned over the bed. Raising it high above his head, he brought it down with force, beheading my wife instantly.

Her head rolled over to her left, lifeless eyes meeting mine, then closing slowly. I exclaimed through my gag.

The severed head was lifted up by the one who committed the act, and brought it over to me. He held it with one hand under her chin, and the other on top. “Such a beautiful face. It really is a shame it’s no longer hers.” He turned the head around to face him and slipped the gag off. “These lips are so soft. You’ll never be able to kiss them again. Instead, they’ll be put to better use.” Man said tauntingly, smirking when he saw my expression shifted to that of despair. He got up from his knees and began to pull down his pants with the remaining unoccupied hand.

Uncomfortably close to me, he stroked his stiff penis, working it to become more engorged. I knew where this was going, and I attempted once more to unbind myself from the chair. He readied my wife’s head. Face turned to face the tip of the pulsating member, and with a pry of her jaw, thrust her onto him.

I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the degradation of her body. It was the most difficult thing I had experienced yet in my tumultuous life. Opening my eyes, I witnessed that all three of them were partaking in intercourse with some part of her. Man 2 was sliding himself between the breasts of her separated torso, using her severed arms as a way to keep them pressed tightly together. Man 3 continued to thrust into her detached hips in a doggy-style like position. He had both of her legs folded over the ass, sucking on her feet.

And Man 1, the most egregious of the bunch, had his dick so far down his throat, the tip had emerged out of the cut of her neck. I wondered what would come of this, or if she could even be put back together. Fear washed over me. This could very well be the end of her.

After the men had their fun, all of her parts were thrown haphazardly onto the bed. Her parts flopped and bounced as they came to a rest in an unorganized position.

“Well what now?” Man 3 said with concern.

Man 1 took out a folded piece of paper and unfurled it. “I’m guessing we just take everything of her with us. She’ll be our little toy for a couple more days.”

“Nice.” Man 2 slapped the severed hips on the ass. It’ll be my turn with this pussy next.”

They turned their attention to me as I growled through my gag.

“Oh yeah, we were supposed to leave him a little something. A souvenir of the night.” Man 1 said as he scanned the heap of body parts. He rummaged for the knife, and grabbed the legs by the ankle. He swung at it just barely above his hand, cleanly severing the foot. He repeated it again with the other leg, then seized the pair. He brought them over to me and placed them onto my lap. I stared down at them, remembering just days prior that she had them manicured and massaged.

The knife was placed on top of the feet, along the severed ends. “There. The missus said you’d like these left for you.” The man said, turning away.

I hopped in the chair. It was muffled, but I exclaimed “She what?!”

He turned back. “Oh, you didn’t know?” The man laughed, prompting the other two to do the same. “Your lovely and wildly slutty wife planned this whole thing out. Wanted to do something fun for a change.”

I was entirely unconvinced. There was no way that she would have done something like this. Indeed, she had some rather unconventional tastes, but none that would come at my expense. I was deeply saddened by the sight of her being chopped up like some livestock at the yard, by men who seemed to have great pleasure in making it known I would never see her again—fearing that all she would be for the rest of her life were toys to be passed around.

The men grabbed a larger bag that had been rolled up. They worked together to throw every part of my wife into it, then pulling the string tight. Man 1 hurled it over his shoulder. “Have fun getting out. Maybe she’ll call you in a day or two.”

And with that, they left the room. As I was left in silence, I looked back down to the detached feet and knife before me. Perhaps it was true. The fear and worry subsided, and evolved into a tinge of excitement. I still reeled from the events. My body was sore from the stress, but I was left with my favorite parts of her.

Maybe, this wasn’t so bad after all.