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{ASS} HUNGRY FOR MINDY {Hungry Guy} (M/F Mdom Fsub Mpov oral tort 
viol sad snuff nec caution) 
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com)

Mindy      ===> http://profiles.yahoo.com/mindysescape
Hungry Guy ===> http://profiles.yahoo.com/hungry_guy_stories

    ### 

    The amateur erotic writer posted a personal ad on alt.dolcett, 
alt.torture, alt.sadistic, and other newsgroups:

    > Mad scientist ISO young beautiful woman to 
    > practice surgical experiments on.  I will 
    > open up your chest and abdominal cavities and
    > poke around inside you; maybe remove some 
    > stuff and move other stuff around--just to
    > see what happens.  Understand that I am not
    > a doctor and have no access to anesthesia or
    > antibiotics.  The pain will be excruciating, 
    > and the odds are almost certain that you will
    > die. No safe-words or limits once the surgery
    > begins. Reply if you're interested...

    A few weeks went by without getting any replies except for the 
occasional notice from an attorney in Nigeria informing him that a 
long-lost relative has died, leaving him a vast fortune.  He was 
still waiting to collect countless inheritances from wealthy long-
lost relatives who died in Nigeria from mysterious causes, so he 
deleted the emails.

    Then he came to an email from Mindy.  She didn't have much to say 
except that she volunteered to be his experimental subject.  Her 
photo showed an attractive blonde woman in her early thirties.  
Perfect!

    Her email added that she would probably resist and fight when the 
time came, and he would have to force her to submit.  

    They set a date and he picked her up at the train station on his 
way home from work Friday night.   

    On the drive home, he said, "It's nice to finally meet you, 
Mindy." 

    "You too!  So when do we start?"

    "It's kind of late now.  You should get a good night's sleep, and 
we'll schedule your first surgery tomorrow afternoon."

    "Sounds good," she agreed.

    He carried her small bag upstairs toward one of the bedrooms.

    "Wait!" Mindy shrieked.  "Who's that?"

    Mindy was looking into a built-in display case along one wall 
opposite the bathroom door.  It contained souvenirs from trips and 
other collectibles.  Next to a small globe was a woman's severed head 
mounted upright by her neck on a small oak base.  Her dark, curly 
hair framed her pretty face and flowed over the inscription on the 
front of the base that read, _Romangirl._  

    "Oh, her?  Just a soccer mom with a rape and snuff fetish that I 
helped fulfill.  That's all."

    "Ewww!" Mindy shuddered.  "That's creepy."

    He shrugged and continued into his spare room that his daughter 
had left vacant when she went away to college.

    The spare room had a full-size bed against one wall, and what 
looked like a second-hand operating table against the other.  

    "Is that where you're going to operate on me?" she asked.

    "Yup!"

    Mindy walked up to it and scrutinized it closely.  She ran her 
fingers along the long narrow padded table.  Arm supports extended at 
a 90-degree angle from just above the center of the table, making it 
look like a horizontal padded cross. She fondled the--obviously 
custom made--leather restraints mounted at various locations. 

    A thick, heavy, fairly new medical textbook lay open upon a 
floor-standing antique mahogany pedestal stand of the sort usually 
reserved for such heirlooms as the family Bible from the 1800's.

    "Wow!  This is all amazing!  But do I have to sleep in here with 
it?  I'm afraid it's going to give me nightmares."

    "Sorry, Mindy.  My place isn't that big.  I only have two 
bedrooms.  So," he laughed, "unless you want to sleep with me, this 
room is where you have to sleep."

    She shrugged.  "I'll sleep with you."

    "You will?" he gasped.

    "Why not?  I'm letting you operate on me.  I'm probably giving 
you my life.  Might as well let you fuck me, too."

    At that, he took Mindy's bag, and carried it across the hall, 
into his bedroom, and set it on his computer chair.  

    He glanced at Mindy, hesitated, and said, "It's still early, 
Mindy.  You hungry?"

    "Yeah," she said.

    "Then c'mon!"

    He walked back downstairs as Mindy followed him.  

    "What do you have?" she asked.

    "I'm not a gourmet chef if that's what you mean.  But I can make 
some simple stuff.  But since I'm operating on you tomorrow, I don't 
want you to eat a heavy meal."

    "Whatever you say."

    "Go in the fridge and get out a packet of cheese and cold cuts 
from the shelf.  I'll toast some rye bread.  You prefer tea or 
coffee?"

    "Either is okay," she answered.

    A few minutes later, they were sitting at his dining table with 
ham and cheese sandwiches and cups of tea."

    "I know it's not much of a dinner, but if you survive tomorrow's 
surgery, I'll take you out to a nice place for dinner, okay?  "

    "Sounds good.  Do you think I'll live through it?"  

    "Hard to say," he said in mid-bite, "I've never done this before 
with anyone.  Even if you survive the surgery, you'll probably die 
eventually from internal infections and stuff."

    "Okay," she said with a shrug.

    "Oh!" he suddenly jumped up.  

    "What?" she asked.

    He went into the kitchen and came back out with a prescription 
bottle.  "The last time I had a minor infection, I went to a bunch of 
different doctors and got a shit-load of antibiotics.  I don't know 
if it'll make much difference, but I want you to take three a day." 

    "Now?" she asked.

    "Yeah!  One now, and another before we go to bed.  Then, starting 
tomorrow, one in the morning, in the middle of the day, and before 
bed again."

    "If I'm not dead tomorrow night," she said. 

    "Yeah," he took another bite.  "If you're not dead."

    A little later, they settled on the sofa and he clicked on the 
TV. "Want to watch a movie?"

    "Sure.  What do you have?"

    "How about _House of Wax?"_

    "I heard it sucks."

    "The original from 1933 with Vincent Price doesn't suck!"

    They watched the movie in engrossed silence.  By the end, Mindy 
had crept next to Guy, shivering, and he had his arm around her 
shoulder.  

    "Scary, huh?" he asked.

    "No, that kind'a turned me on!"

    "Yeah?  You have an encasement fetish, too?"

    "I guess so."

    "Well, that's another story..."

    "What?" she asked.

    Smiling, he said, "Nothing.  Just a writer's joke."

    She smiled back at him, their faces barely inches apart after the 
scary movie.  He leaned forward.  Their lips met.  They kissed for 
nearly a minute, then Guy said, "Shall we go to bed now?"

    "Sure," she said.

    Taking her by the hand, he led her upstairs to his room.  Sitting 
on the bed, Guy pulled Mindy onto his lap.  

    He pressed his mouth to hers again and began exploring the inside 
of her mouth with his tongue.  She didn't seem to be reacting to his 
explorations, though. He pulled back and asked, "You okay with this?"

    "Sure.  But sex doesn't really thrill me any more."  She leaned 
her forehead against his and said, "I'll try to act like I like it, 
okay?"

    "Sure, but you don't like sex?"

    "Well, sex isn't much of a thrill to me.  Not like being your 
experimental subject does."

    "That turns you on?"

    "Yeah!  Oh, God!  I wish we could do it right now!  I'm getting 
wet just thinking about you cutting me open tomorrow!"

    "Oh, Mindy, It'll happen soon enough.  Be patient, my patient."
 
    "Ha!  I'll try, Guy!"

    He fell backward onto the bed, pulling her on top of him.  Then 
he rolled her onto her side and unbuttoned her white summer blouse.  
"You want me to suck your nipples?  A lot of women like that."

    "Yeah, I like that too," she said with a smile as she unfastened 
her bra and threw it across the room.  He put his lips to one of her 
juicy red nipples and drew it into his mouth, sucking on it like a 
lollipop.

    She continued speaking, "I don't dislike sex.  I really do want 
to fuck you.  But sex just isn't a big turn on for me.  Understand?"

    He pulled he mouth off her nipple and said, "Mmm, yeah," and then 
resumed.

    He switched nipples and got both of them wet and hard, then 
crawled down her body, licking all the way, until he reached her 
muff.  

    He slid his tongue into he hairy crack between her rubbery pussy 
lips and tasted the bitter wetness within.  Slowly, he licked up and 
down, stopping at her pussy hole to slide his tongue deep within, 
drawing a tongue-full of wetness out with each tongue-thrust.   

    Then he moved up to her clit.  Drawing the tiny nub into his 
mouth finally evoked a gasp from her mouth.  He sucked it in and out, 
in and out, in a steady rhythm as he felt the tension slowly build in 
her body.  He continued without pause until, after a few minutes, her 
body finally started bucking in sync to his pumping her clit in and 
out of his mouth.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh, wow!" she gasped, and grabbed him 
by the hair on the back of his head while she squeezed his head 
tightly between her thighs. 

    As her orgasm wound down, he crawled up and kissed her.  "Shall I 
go put on a rubber, Mindy?"

    "That's up to you.  If I'm probably going to die from your 
experiments, what difference does it make?"

    "I guess it doesn't," he said and pushed his hips down and 
entered her.  With each grunt, he pushed his rigid member in and out 
of her soaking pussy.  In a moment, his body began bucking as he felt 
each spurt of cum shoot out the tip of his cock deep into her pussy.   

    He was spent in a moment, and rolled off her.  Kissing and 
hugging her, he fell asleep holding her.  

    Mindy was still in his arms when he woke Saturday morning.  
"Morning, Mindy!  Sleep well?"

    "No.  I couldn't sleep.  I'm scared to death."

    "Then you want to call it off?"

    "No!  You promised!"

    "Yes.  I promised.  So we'll start in a little bit."  He got out 
of bed and went downstairs.

    Mindy followed him.  "What's for breakfast?" she asked.

    "For me, I'm toasting a bagel.  You only get to eat one of 
these."  He reached for the pill bottle and handed her an antibiotic 
tablet.

    "But I'm starving, Guy!"  

    "Well, like I said last night, if you survive, I'll take you out 
tonight." 

    About a half-hour later, Guy and Mindy were back in his ersatz 
operating room.

    He rolled the operating table away from the wall into the middle 
of the room.  "I never thought I'd actually use this for what it was 
meant for."

    "C'mon!  With a set-up like this, you've got to have done this 
before!"

    "Nope!  So far it's only been a fantasy.  No one else has ever 
seen my equipment besides me--until now."

    "I'm honored."

    "You should be.  Even though it's what you want, I'm taking a big 
chance."

    "I know," she mumbled.

    "So--you ready?"

    Mindy paused in thought for a moment.  "No!"

    "No?"

    "I'm not going to submit to this that easy, Guy!"

    After her email, he was prepared for this.  "Get on the operating 
table, bitch!" he demanded.

    "No!" she screeched back.

    He walked up to her and she backed away from him.  But when she 
backed to the wall, he grabbed her and wrestled her over to the 
table.

    "No!  No!  No!" she screamed, struggling against his grasp around 
her torso.

    He manhandled her over to a cart full of surgical supplies in the 
corner,  and reached into a large jar, pulling out a soggy cloth and 
pressing it against her face.

    It took abut 30 seconds for the chloroform to knock her out.  She 
fell limply into his arms, and he carried and lay her limp body on 
the operating table.

    He shackled her wrists tightly at the ends of the arm supports, 
and then shackled her ankles.  He also shackled her thighs just below 
her crotch.  He then removed a ball gag from of a box in the corner 
and strapped it into her mouth.

    But he wanted her to feel the sheer agony of being cut open 
without anesthesia, so he left her like that.  The chloroform would 
wear off in about an hour. 

    After that hour had passed, he returned to her.  He took a ball 
gag out of a box and put it in her mouth, as she glared at him with 
angry eyes--"To silence your screaming."  Then he wheeled another 
cart draped with a hot towel full of razor-sharp scalpels fresh out 
of the Autoclave.

    He went into the bathroom and scrubbed like a surgeon would, then 
returned to Mindy.  He lifted a gleaming surgical-stainless steel 
scalpel and paused standing over her nude body strapped helplessly 
onto the operating table.  Her eyes met his, wide with terror, then 
she looked away as her body quivered in obvious terror.

    He touched the razor-sharp blade to her flesh at the far end of 
her collarbone at her armpit.  Then he pushed it into her flesh and 
her body jerked against the straps while a gurgled scream came 
through the ball gag in her mouth.

    Burying the blade deep in her flesh to the hilt of the scalpel, 
he pulled it slowly across her collarbone toward him.  Once, the 
blade got caught on a bone as he sliced just under her neck, but he 
merely lifted the blade up ever so slightly, and drew it toward him 
with increased force, stopping when he reached the other side.  Then 
he took a sterile cloth and dabbed the blood that oozed from the deep 
slice in her skin.  His first cut as an amateur surgeon was slightly 
ragged and not totally straight.  

    Dropping that bloody scalpel in a small tub of water, he picked 
up a second scalpel and touched it to he middle of her collarbone, 
intersecting the incision that he had just made. 

    Pushing the scalpel into her flesh, he pulled it straight down 
the center of her body.  Her body pulled violently against her bonds 
as he slowly sliced down between her breasts, right through the 
center of her bellybutton, and down to her crotch, stopping just a 
fraction of an inch above the slit of her pussy.  His second cut was 
less ragged than the first, and relatively straight down the center 
of her torso.

    Taking a third clean scalpel, he cut a "V" shaped incision from 
one hip, down to the end of the second incision, and up to the other 
hip.  His third cut was a marked improvement over the first.

    With the incisions complete, he pressed his fingers into where 
the first incision met the second just below her throat.  With a firm 
grip, he slowly peeled her frontal skin open, like opening a double 
door, and flipped the two "flaps" against the sides of her torso.  
Her body bucked more fiercely than it had done yet.  

    The inside surface of her peeled skin glowed bright wet crimson, 
and her internal organs presented themselves to him.  Her heart beat 
a constant rhythm inside the protection of her rib cage, while her 
numerous other organs gurgled and throbbed in silence, doing whatever 
function it is that they do. 

    Glancing at her face, perspiration poured down the sides of her 
rolling head like rain down an overflowing gutter.  A near-continuous 
scream gurgled out of her gagged mouth, while her blank stare jumped 
wildly about.

    Turning to flip through the medical manual, he found one of the 
handfuls of dog-eared pages and examined it closely for a few 
seconds.

    Then, returning to his victim--er--patient, he took a scalpel in 
one hand and tweezers in the other, and located one of her ovaries.  
He slowly reached into her torso with a tweezers and snagged the 
walnut-sized organ, but it slipped off.  He took a larger tweezers 
and managed to get a firm grasp on the tiny organ that time.  Tugging 
on the ovary, the cut the fallopian tube with a scalpel, and cut 
through the other stiff tissue holding it in place.  He lifted the 
organ out and popped it into his mouth.

    "Hmmm.  A little bitter.  But not bad."

    After swallowing, he took a set of fresh implements, and removed 
the other ovary.  He swallowed that one, too.

    He referred to his medical a second time.  This next procedure 
would be somewhat complex, and require more skill than cutting and 
removing.

    He cut one of her ureters where it connected to her bladder, 
letting it hang free from her kidney.  Then he cut the other ureter 
on the other side of her bladder.  Thirdly, he cut the urethra 
connecting to the bottom of her bladder.  Lastly, he cut through the 
supporting tissue holding her bladder in place and removed it.  He 
squeezed the bladder like a sponge, squirting Mindy's piss out of it 
into a small pitcher under the cart.  He set her bladder in a sterile 
pan, then returned his attention on Mindy.  He inserted the two lose 
ends of her ureters into the two fallopian tubes leading into her 
uterus and then cut off the free end of her urethra leading to her 
genitals.  One more time, he lifted the string-like urethra with a 
tweezers to his lips and swallowed it.  He tied a piece of suture to 
each of her fallopian tubes to hold the ends of the ureters in place. 

    Her chance of pregnancy forestalled, he was done for the day. 

    His first attempt at major surgery had gone surprisingly well.  
He was amazed that her heart still beat a steady rhythm, and she 
still seemed to be alive despite the incredible agonizing pain she 
must be in.

    It had come time to close her up, but he had one more thing to 
do.  He had become so incredibly horny from performing surgery on her 
that each procedure had become more difficult than the previous, what 
with his throbbing member on the verge of erupting in his pants.  
Loosening a bolt under the operating table, he spread her legs, still 
belted and shackled to the two pieces.  He stripped naked, and 
climbed onto the table, mounting her.  With her body still open like 
a book, exposing her internal organs to the room air, he lay on top 
of her and pushed his quivering member to her pussy.  Her beating 
heart pounded against his chest as he lay right on her exposed rib 
cage.  In a rush of ecstasy, he pushed his member into her and began 
pumping her.  She still moaned through her gag, and her vision 
refused to focus on anything as her eyes darted randomly about.

    He filled her pussy quickly, then dismounted her, panting 
heavily.  With sexual relief came the renewed passion to complete the 
task at hand.  He flipped her two panels of skin back onto her torso 
and began the tedious job of suturing her closed.  

    With tweezers, needle, and a big roll of suture, he sewed the cut 
closed across her collarbone.  Then he closed the cut down her torso 
to her clit, then he sutured the cut from hip to hip.

    The job done for now, he went into the shower to rinse Mindy's 
blood off that covered his chest, stomach, and crotch from fucking 
her open body.

    He lifted her bladder out of that pan and took it down to his 
kitchen.  He sliced it open and thoroughly rinsed out the thick 
pancake-shaped organ.  Then he took a bite.  "Ack!  Really tastes 
like piss!"  He slowly, bite by bite, consumed it. 

    It had become late afternoon by then, so he returned to her and 
unshackled her from the operating table.  Her body was noticeably hot 
to the touch, and she was still delirious, so he carried her naked 
form over and lay her on the bed against the opposite side of the 
room.

    "There's no way you're in any condition to go out to eat tonight, 
is there?" he asked her.

She just moaned and rolled her head in answer.  With her kidneys 
emptying into her uterus, she would now be peeing out her vagina and 
would be extremely incontinent, so he placed an adult diaper on her 
and then went downstairs and boiled a pot of rice for dinner.  

    He slept soundly that night, and went to her room on Sunday 
morning, expecting to find a corpse in bed.  Instead, she was 
sleeping soundly, though she was still hot to the touch.

    "Mindy?" he whispered.  "Pssst!  Mindy?"

    Mindy focused on him and let out a gasp of pain.

    She began to speak, then her body bucked in a spasm of pain as 
she panted fiercely.

    "You'll be in pain for a while, Mindy.  Just lie there and I'll 
get you something."  Her mouth quivered as if trying to speak, but 
she remained mute.

    Guy had planned for this, and went down to his kitchen to put 
some orange juice in a baby bottle.  He checked in on her often the 
rest of the day.  For lunch, he put some liquid soup in that bottle 
and fed it to her. 

    She was still immobile from the pain Monday morning, but he still 
had to go to work.  On Monday night, he asked her how she felt, and 
she said "Everything hurts!  It's like knives stab me everywhere at 
the slightest move I make."

    All the rest of the week, changed her diaper and bottle-fed her 
soup, baby food, and juice in the morning and evening.  And he would 
sit with her for a while every night.  Her fever broke on Friday, and 
she was downstairs watching TV when he got home from work Friday 
afternoon.

    "Feeling better, Mindy?"

    "I'm still in pain whenever I move.  But I can manage to get 
around a little, now."

    "That's good.  Most people take a few weeks to recover from major 
surgery."

    "Yeah, so what's next?"

    "Oh, I don't know.  Probably more surgery after you recover a 
little more."

    "Oh yeah?  After that kind of pain, I won't submit so easy the 
next time!"

    "Drop the fucking attitude, Mindy!  Your body is my personal 
property now!  You're in no condition to go anywhere on your own, and 
I'll do with you what I damn well feel like doing!"

    "We'll see about that!" she huffed.

    By the end of the second week since her surgery, Mindy was mostly 
over the pain.  "You owe me a dinner out, bub!" she reminded him when 
he got home from work that Friday night.

    "You up to going out?"

    "I guess so, but what did you do to me that I leak pee out of my 
vagina constantly?"

    Guy let out a loud belly laugh.  "I made sure you can't get 
pregnant!"

    "Yeah, well," she grabbed a fold of the diaper she was wearing.  
"This is such a hassle!"  
 
    Guy shrugged.  "Deal with it.  You want to go out to dinner?"

    "Yeah."

    "Then get dressed and let's go!"

    Guy called and made reservations at _Le Buse Et Crachat_ later 
that night.  That gave him and Mindy each a chance to shower and 
change. 

    "Wow, Guy!  This is a beautiful place.  Thanks for taking me 
out!"

    "I'm glad you're enjoying it."

    Their dinner came and the food was prepared perfectly.

    They stopped for a drink on the way home after dinner, and they 
danced to a live local band for a bit.  It felt good to hold Mindy 
tightly and romantically, yet it excited him to know that she would 
experience intense pain yet again as his experimental subject.

    That night, since Mindy was still a little sore inside, they went 
off to their separate beds. 

    But Guy was eager to continue his surgical exploration of Mindy.  
So on Saturday morning, after he and Mindy had finished having 
breakfast together, he said, "C'mon upstairs, Mindy."

    "Why?" she asked suspiciously.

    "It's time to continue my experimental program on you."

    "Yeah?  I thought you couldn't operate on me if I've eaten 
recently.

    "Who said I'm going to operate on you?"

    "Then what are you going to do to me?"

    "You'll have to wait and see.  C'mon!"

    Mindy shrugged and followed Guy upstairs into the operating room.  
"Take off your clothes, Mindy."

    Mindy did as instructed.  A moment later, she was standing naked 
with a pile of clothes at her feet.  A large scar in the shape of an 
I-beam on her full torso glowed white against her tanned Midwestern 
complexion.

    "Now get on the operating table."

    "No way I'm getting on that thing again!"

    "Mindy!"

    "No!  Once was enough!"

    With the cart next to the door to the room, blocking Mindy's 
escape, he pulled another chloroform-soaked cloth from the jar and 
walked over to her, as she shook huddled in the corner of the room.

    "No!  Please!  No!  I don't want to go through that again!  
Please!"

    He walked up to her.  At arm's length, she dodged to the right 
towards the door, but he grabbed her and slapped the cloth over her 
face.  Holding her still, she passed out and then he carried her over 
to the operating table and strapped her down.

    He left her for about a half-hour before returning, dragging a 
garden hose and a plastic tube.  

    "What are you going to do to me now?" she asked plaintively.

    "Well, Mindy, I have to flush your system before I can open you 
up again.  Open your mouth."

    Mindy clamped her mouth shut, so he pinched her jaw open and slid 
the tube into her mouth and slowly maneuvered it down her throat.  
Her gag reflex fought the intrusion as he slid the tube deep down 
into her stomach.  With the tube in place down her throat, he 
attached a strap to a clip on the tube, wrapped it around the back of 
her head, and attached it to the clip on the tube again; that would 
prevent the high water pressure from shooting the tube out of her 
throat like a rocket.  He spread the leg supports of the table and 
placed a pail under her buttocks.  Then he screwed the garden hose to 
the end of the tube emerging a few inches out of her mouth.  

    "Ahhhhh!  Ahhhhh!  Ahhhhh!" she gasped as she saw what he was 
about to do.

    He left the room, following the hose down the stairs into the 
utility room and connected it to one of the faucets that had 
connected his washing machine to the cold water supply.  He turned 
the knob, pressurizing the hose.  The sound of water started flowing 
through the pipes and the hose flexed with the water pressure.

    Returning to Mindy, her body was thrashing against her bonds 
while water trickled out of her mouth and the clips on the tube were 
pulling tightly against that strap around the back of her head.  He 
knew that the tube was pumping high-pressure water into her stomach.  
It took a few minutes before the stream of water completed its 
circuit and gushed out of her rectum like water spraying out of a 
high-power nozzle.    

    At first, the water came out of her anus brown and cloudy, but it 
quickly turned clear and clean.  The high pressure flowing through 
her digestive tract had also bloated her body making her look like a 
puffy balloon.  The chilly water flowing through her body had also 
lowered her body temperature; her torso was cold to the touch.  

    He went back downstairs and turned off the water.  Then he 
returned to her and removed the tube from her throat while clear 
water continued to flow out of her ass, though not at the high 
pressure of a moment ago.

    He placed a ball gag in her mouth once again and then he set up 
his surgical tools and positioned his medical text in place.  Then he 
scrubbed again and got to work.  He repeated his incisions exactly as 
the first time: across her collarbone, down the middle, and from hip 
to hip.  Then he opened her like a book again.

     Like the first time, her head rolled violently back and forth as 
muffled screams emerged from her gagged mouth.

    "Hmmm," he mumbled to himself.  Her intestines had ruptured in a 
few places, probably from the high-pressure water treatment, and her 
abdominal cavity was partially flooded with brackish water.  He used 
his Shop Vac to siphon the fetid water from her body.  

    First, he took some suture and a needle, and sewed the ruptures 
in her intestines closed, puling the thread tightly to seal the holes 
before knotting it.  

    Next, as once before, he flipped through his medical manual.  
Selecting a tweezers and a scalpel, he sliced through her cystic duct 
and removed her gall bladder.  Lifting the small pear-shaped piece of 
Mindy up to his face with the tweezers, he popped it into his mouth.  

    Swallowing it, he emitted, "Ewww!  Tastes like piss!"

    Taking a hemostat, he clamped off the cystic duct, then tied the 
end closed with a knot of suture.

    He flipped through his medical to another dog-eared page, he 
studied it for a moment, and returned his attention to Mindy again.

    With another fresh scalpel and tweezers, he pulled her appendix 
taut and sliced it off against her intestine.  Once again, he picked 
it up with a tweezers and popped the piece of Mindy into his mouth.

    He grimaced.  "Yuck!  Tastes like shit!" 

    Now, with a tweezers, fine needle, and suture, he threaded the 
suture over the hole left in her intestine and yanked it tight, 
closing the hole.  

    Once again, the surgery seemed to have gone well, and he was 
horny looking into her exposed innards.  Her body still quivered 
periodically as she moaned through her gag.  He removed his clothes 
and, again, parted her legs and mounted her as she lay vulnerable on 
his operating table. 

    He pressed his hard, eager member into her pussy.  Oh, the 
incredible feeling!  He began pumping in and out of her, and she 
began thrashing in earnest once again.  Then as he was on the verge 
of coming, she clamped down so incredible tightly onto his cock.   

    As he gasped at the sensation of her suddenly-super-tight pussy, 
he cradled her head in his hands and saw that her eyes had rolled up 
to the top of her head.  At that, he realized that she had stopped 
breathing, and he no longer felt her heart pounding against his chest 
as he lay on her exposed rib cage.  Mindy had just died. 

    His climax erupted at that realization as he exploded into 
Mindy's still-warm corpse.  His throbbing cock shot spurt after spurt 
of cum into her pussy that must have clamped down on him in her death 
throe.  His orgasm lasted as he bucked again and again until he was 
finally spent, and fell upon her, gasping in sexual relief.  

    The following day, he cut her corpse up and left her head soaking 
in a mix of water, ammonia and isopropyl alcohol, then took a drive 
to dispose of its pieces in garbage bags along various rest-stops 
along the New Jersey Turnpike.  Upon returning home, he mounted her 
head on another pedestal, carefully inscribing "Mindy" on her name 
plate.  

    Thus mounted, he took her disembodied head into his bedroom and 
mouth-fucked her.  Then, after wiping a drop of cum off her mouth, he 
opened his display case and moved the globe, placing Mindy's head 
next to Susan's.  

    Then he went to his computer; he had a new story to write...

    * END * 

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