The Uses of a Woman


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***THIS IS A PURELY FICTIONAL STORY WHICH DEPICTS EXTREME, NON-CONSENSUAL
VIOLENCE.  IT INCLUDES DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE, RAPE AND/OR SNUFF.  IF YOU
ARE NOT AN ADULT, OR IF SUCH MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, DO NOT READ THIS
STORY!***


   Natsuko squirmed a little and whimpered softly as the needle slid into
her arm.  I waited a minute or two, giving the drug time to course through
her bloodstream.  When I was pretty sure the injection had taken effect, I
picked up a pair of pliers from my tool tray and applied them to her left
nipple.  I squeezed gently at first, then harder.  She closed her eyes,
parted her moist lips and began to cry out in pain.  She tossed her head
gently from side to side, but her body was completely motionless.  The
drug was working perfectly.  She was completely paralyzed from the neck
down, but her nerve endings were still functioning flawlessly.  She
couldn't move, but she could feel pain.
  Satisfied, I unfastened the wrist straps which bound her to the
operating table.  She knit her brow, concentrating, trying to move,
straining to resist.  It was no use.  Her paralysis was complete.  I was
now free to vivisect her, and she would be awake and aware throughout the
entire process.  There would be no troublesome contortions or convulsions,
however; nothing would cause me to ruin that lovely yellow pelt.  She
would remain perfectly still as I removed her skin.  I had included a
special stimulant in her injection, something to help her retain
consciousness as long as possible.  I didn't want Natsuko to miss a single
moment of her vivisection.
  Everything was ready.  My tools were laid out, and the cauterizing iron
was heating in the brazier, in case I needed to staunch any bleeding.  I
selected a scalpel and touched it to her flesh between and just above her
exquisite breasts.  She whimpered in fear and said something to me in
Japanese.  Presumably she was begging for her life, but the fact that I
spoke no Japanese served as a very effective gag.  I pressed the scalpel
gently into her flesh and began to draw it downward.  The razor-sharp
blade slid easily through her skin.  Her flesh opened before me like a
flower, like a willing pussy.  She screamed as I cut her, of course, and
she had a lovely screaming voice.  Her screams were high pitched but not
shrill; they were very feminine.  I guided the scalpel between her
marvelous breasts with a sure hand.  Natsuko's breasts were quite large
for a diminutive Asian women.  In fact, her entire body was quite
voluptuous:  full hips, full breasts, narrow waist.  She had the
statuesque body of a California girl, but it existed in miniature, in an
exquisite shade of yellow, and with a gorgeous Japanese face.
  I continued to draw the scalpel down, letting her flesh unfold before
me.  I could see her ribcage now, and some of her organs.  Her stillness
was eerie.  Without the drug, she would have been thrashing about wildly
on the table, but instead she was perfectly motionless.  I moved the
scalpel down her sleek, flat belly, bisecting her navel.  I finally halted
just above her tiny bush of jet-black pubic hair.  I now began to slice
from the top of her pubic area to her left hip.  I intended to make a
leather jacket of Natsuko, so that I could wear her always.  That's why I
had cut all the way down to her pussy:  if I had stopped at her waist, the
jacket would have been too short on me, for I was considerably taller than
she.
  I had to roll her onto her side to cut along the small of her back.  I
then flipped her onto her belly, continuing the cut around to her right
side, then flipping her once more so that I could bring the blade up over
her right hip and finish the cut.  There was still surprisingly little
blood.  A glance at Natsuko's face revealed that she was in utter agony;
her face was drenched with tears, and she was screaming herself hoarse.
  My next cut was around her neck, and here I had to be very careful to
avoid her arteries.  I went slowly, taking my time, making sure the
incision was clean.  I added a cut from her left shoulder down under her
armpit and back around, then did the same on her right side.  I was now
ready to pull the flesh off of her torso; this would form the body of my
leather jacket.  I turned her onto her side, grasped her flesh firmly at
the center incision, and began to peel the skin back.  This must have
caused her astonishing pain, for she now discovered renewed screaming
strength.  There was a wonderful wet sound as her skin separated from the
meat of her breast.  I rolled Natsuko onto her belly and continued pulling
her skin off.  Separating the skin from her spine proved to be somewhat
difficult, but I managed it, and soon I was turning her over once again,
pulling the skin off of her other breast.  Suddenly I was delighted to
find that I had completely removed the flesh from her torso.  It was all
in one piece, neatly cut, ready to be cured and tailored.  I set the piece
aside and picked up my cauterizing iron.  Natsuko was bleeding in a couple
of places, which was certainly understandable.  I quickly stopped the
bleeding with judicious applications of the iron.
  The pungent smell of roasting girl filled my nostrils as I cauterized
her, and I suddenly realized that I was ravenously hungry.  Before me were
her breasts:  truly naked for the first time, stripped of clothing and
skin, aching to be eaten.  I couldn't pass up the chance to feast on
boneless, skinless girl breast.  From my tool tray I selected a carving
knife and helped myself to two generous slabs of breast meat, one from
each tit.  I then cauterized the resulting wounds.  The brazier which kept
my cauterizing iron warm would also serve nicely as a hibachi.  I set the
breast meat on the grill, added a little Teriyaki glaze, and turned back
to Natsuko.
  My jacket still needed sleeves, so I retrieved my scalpel and sliced
down the length of her right arm.  I then circled her wrist with the
scalpel, and peeled the flesh from her arm.  I had to work quickly to
cauterize these wounds; she was losing a fair amount of blood from her
wrists.  I gave her left arm the same treatment, and laid the two pieces
of arm flesh next to her torso skin.  I now had everything I would need to
make a lovely jacket.  I knew that the cured yellow leather would be
gorgeous, and the pink nipples would add an interesting touch to the
garment.
  Natsuko had somehow remained conscious through all of this.  The drug
helped with that, no doubt.  Still, she couldn't be expected to last much
longer, and I still wanted to disembowel her.  I flipped my breast steaks
over, adding more Teriyaki sauce, and retrieved a bucket for her guts.  I
scooped out most of her intestines by hand, pausing when necessary to
slice her guts free with a long blade.  Her stomach, gall bladder, and all
other unnecessary material went into the waste bucket.  This left a
delightfully erotic empty space in her belly, and that gave a wonderful,
insidious idea.  I reached into her belly cavity with my scalpel, found
her cervix wall, and made a small incision.  I then fetched my breast
steaks from the grill, put them onto a plate, grabbed a knife and fork.  I
set the plate down inside her stomach cavity.  Spreading her legs, I
mounted and entered her.  I had left her cunt untouched, and I was very
glad of that now, because she was sublimely tight.  I fucked her deeply.
Looking down into her belly cavity I discovered that, as I had hoped,
every thrust sent the tip of my cock through the cervical incision I had
just made.  I took my knife and fork, reached into her abdominal cavity
and began to cut and eat her cooked breast meat as I fucked her.
  Natsuko stared at me in shock and abject horror, unable to believe that
I was actually capable of doing this to her.  I smiled at her.  Not only
was I capable of it; I was enjoying it immensely.  How often, after all,
does one to get to eat a woman while fucking her vivisected body?  Her
breasts were delicious, tangy and sweet.  Asian meat has always been my
favorite.  The taste of her flesh on my tongue, the sight of her skinless
body and the tightness of her cunt soon conspired to give me an immensely
satisfying orgasm.  My semen shot through the cervix incision and into her
belly cavity, landing on my plate.  I paused briefly.  I hadn't exactly
counted on that, and I wasn't thrilled at the thought of eating my own
semen.  But then again, I wasn't about to waste an ounce of her precious
meat.  And I was pleasantly surprised:  the semen added a little something
to the meat.  It also seemed to consummate our relationship in a very
intimate way.  My semen had traveled from my cock through her cunt, into
her belly, onto her breast meat, into my mouth, down my throat and into my
belly.  I felt close to Natsuko at that moment, closer than I had ever
felt to a woman before.  I wasn't surprised, really, when I looked up and
saw that her eyes were closed; she had finally gone into shock and died.
And that was, of course, the final consummation.