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 Author: Hungry Guy
Title: HUNGRY FOR MINDY
Universe: Hungry For
Summary: 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...
Keywords: M/F Mdom Fsub Mpov oral tort viol sad snuff nec caution
Language: english

   HUNGRY FOR MINDY BY: Hungry Guy

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

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   The amateur erotic writer, otherwise known as Hungry Guy, 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 *