Hiroshima


With my newfound wealth I could continue my search.

I took a cab downtown to the hospital and tipped the driver generously. He waited for me to return. I strode inside and worked myself up into a frenzy.

“Please, you must help me! My wife was just brought in from an automobile accident!” The nurse seemed not to understand what I meant, so I dragged her over to a curtained area and broke her neck. She was overweight and hence made a succulent sound against the floor. In this curtained ward I found all the instruments I could possibly desire. I took a suture tray and two others mysteriously veiled. Part of the fun would be the wonder of working with new tools. A surprise for my victim and for myself!

It didn’t take long; women go to a hotel bar simply to get laid. There’s no other reason to meet a man in travel. There is no security in it.

She was of medium height and middle age. Perhaps forty, hiding behind a guise of dark eyeliner. Her breasts were large and firm under her strapless dress. They would be of my first interests. Her skin was freckled, and her legs, though still firm, were going the way of gravity.

After boring me for minutes with banality about her rich husband and private servants, I suggested “let’s make our way upstairs and fuck”. I knew she was not a woman of subtlety.

Willingly, she was strapped to the bed and gagged, I whispering promises about the whips and clamps under the sheets on my dresser. She attempted to scream as soon as I revealed the gleaming steel implements. I spoke to her lovingly while stroking her body with the back of a scalpel. She froze up, listening intently.

“You see, sharp instruments are less to fear. They cut smoothly and cleanly which is advantageous to the healing process. It is also far less painful. Allow me to show you..”

I penetrated the flesh of her inner thigh by about five millimeters from just above her knee to inches from her hairless crotch. She winced, and blood oozed forth.

“By comparison, let us examine the nature of inflicting a similar wound with a serrated bone saw; a totally inappropriate blade to be using on the skin.”

She screamed into the gag so loudly I thought her neck would burst. Blood pored out in copious amounts, but she had great reserves remaining. To calm her I injected lydicane all along the incision. I moved on with the scalpel to her left breast. The nipple was a dark red. I carefully rolled my tongue around it while stroking her bloody leg with my groin. Raising myself up, I penetrated her with my penis. Grabbing the tip of her nipple with large incisors, I used the scalpel to free the amorphous blob of silicone from beneath the skin. She writhed in pain contracting her vaginal muscles.

Her profound pain gave me wave after wave of pleasure as I scored flesh from her arms savoring the taste and suppleness. I reveled at the irony as I ejaculated, plunging my fist into her abdominal cavity.

I showered and left, having been satiated and having learned yet more about the human anatomy…


SMR 99.11.09