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SANDS OF FATE A swirling wake of gritty dust billowed as the lorry rumbled along the two-lane asphalt as it left the outskirts of Shiberghan. Under the flapping tarp covering the jarring truck bed huddled three tribesmen with their blindfolded passenger Cicely Thomas-Wright, the youngest, and many would allege, most fetching foreign correspondent posted by the BBC. Only 24, Thomas-Wright ambitiously lobbied her London bosses for the assignment. In the end, gender politics and plain old programming savvy granted her wish. A producer and camera technician were to be her team as they covered the influx of refugees flooding Jowzjan. Before leaving home, Cicely dyed her naturally blonde hair and cut it short. She made sure to pack only loose trousers and tops. Where she was headed had very strict policies regarding women. Offending local customs by otherwise announcing her sex would quash chances for what she knew to be a career any reporter would die for-male or female. Getting separated from the two men in her crew at the Shiberghan Hilton was a judgment call and price to be paid. The tribesmen had promised her an interview with a local noble only if she came by herself. She bid the others with her goodbye and left with only her tape recorder. The young woman felt proud of making such a major decision on her own. The blindfold, the one who spoke broken English explained as they boarded the lorry and took seats on the truck benches, was necessary because where they were headed was a secret location. Despite the explanation, the dirty handkerchief felt peculiar as it was tied over her eyes. She worked at peeking out its bottom. The late-afternoon sun burned alkaline out-crops. Fewer shanties appeared as they departed the capital's city limits. The cloth itched across the bridge of her nose, but Cicely jostled with the others as they sped along the highway and dared to not use her fingers to scratch and maybe giveaway what sight she had. The one who seemed to be the leader and spoke the most English said over the rumbling noise, "Won't be too much longer..." Cicely nodded as he spoke and supported her balance with both hands on the bench as the lorry yawed and plunged off the highway. From the new rattles and what she could see under the blindfold, they had taking a turn off the highway and now roared down a gravel road. She focused on remembering her present company. The one who spoke said his name was Ali Ahmed. He was the only one with a long beard and wore a fairly clean looking disdasha and checkered kaffiyeh. The others were younger, bareheaded, wore just mustaches and their long shirts and loose trousers looked filthy back at the hotel. Second thoughts about leaving her own for this trip with strangers tried to push her nerves. "We are almost arrived." Cicely felt the lorry slow. The young correspondent jolted forward as it braked hard. From what she could see under the blind the low-slung buildings back around Shiberghan were no longer in sight. "Here we are," Ali Ahmed said as he took Cicely's hand in his and led her to the tailgate. "It is I who will help the lovely British lady down to the ground." Planting her boots on the desert soil, Cicely was led through gates and into a settlement some four miles square. Past the entrance, Ali Ahmed removed her blindfold. She squinted. Despite it being late afternoon, the sudden burst of light was a shock. Temporarily blinded, Cicely looked around her. Everything appeared a bright, but yellowed, ivory. She stood in an entrance courtyard. Sprouting out were alleyways separating low dusty buildings constructed of little more than corrugated tin and old wood. Behind them appeared more shanties. Cicely questioned Ali Ahmed. "Where are all of the people?" There were none in sight. Nor did she see the other two from the truck. She rubbed her sore eyes more. Through her fingers she saw Ali Ahmed only smile. The back of his long shirt rustled as it led away toward the entrance. BILL OF SALE... "Hey, what about that interview you promised? You can't just walk away like that!" Cicely cried out as she yanked at the retreating leader's sleeve. Ali Ahmed was not going to be pulled around by some lowly female, however special this one might appear. Grudgingly, he reversed his tracks. To save face, he pretended as though the move was entirely of his own choosing and with a thin smile slowly removed two pages from his vest. "You may wish, Miss Thomas-Wright, to peruse these papers. According to them, you no longer have any say." Cicely angrily snatched the facsimiles away from Ali Ahmed's brown hand. The second page was no less shocking than the first. She stared in disbelief at her own bio, complete with photo. Page Two was an anatomical chart so intimately detailed it even mentioned the tiny mole behind her left thigh. Her jaw dropped as she read the papers. On print she read eyes-green; height-5'7;weight-114lbs.; measurements-34-22-34;blonde;etc. The measurements weren't metric but it didn't take much to calculate their correctness. Emblazoned across both sheets was huge block letters reading, "SOLD". She looked up to Ali Ahemd as if he held an explanation. "Look to the bottom where it says Buyer. You might also be interested in the price. We certainly were." Frantically, she tore to the first page and sought the references. There was a name, a Mr. Hiro Ghasaki. Next to the name was a figure entered of 4 million U.S. "Yes, indeed, Mr. Ghasaki is a good customer, but you were something special. He wanted a unique gift for his mistress." Ali Ahmed smile displayed a cracked front tooth. He considered the worried lines crossing the pretty face before him. "I understand that his mistress is quite beautiful. He is a very lucky man. Unfortunate for you though, this concubine has a nasty habit of collecting human skins while their owners are still alive." He paused to let his words sink in. "Mr. Ghaski was most specific about what he referred to as a "peaches and cream complexion". Just like yours, I believe. Looking at you, I am sure that our customer will be most pleased." "Buggers! You can't be serious", Cicely stammered as she wadded up the sheets and tossed them down. "Oh but we are, Miss Thomas-Wright." Ali Ahmed winked at his brothers who sauntered to his side. "Of course, as long as we don't spoil the goods, Mr. Ghasaki said nothing about my brothers and I first breaking in his newest acquisition." Cicely cast her sweated brow at the newcomers. The three blocked her exit. Her only escape was to flee back into the settlement. "Screw you!" She screamed and ran as fast as she could to get away from the three. Somewhere in the camp there must be safety... SANDS OF FATE, PT 3 "...stand with me, together there is nothing we cannot accomplish." The words from Prince Saningdum in 2541 AD, used as a mantra from fellow competitors on the Muay Thai circuit back home, were more useful now than ever. Cicely would need to team all of her speed and agility to escape. Training back in public school that started with Tae Kwan Doe led to kick boxing competition trophies. The past was again needed. She ran. Over her shoulders, Cicely saw the three split up Ahead beckoned a fourth alleyway set between two blockhouses. Knees flying, the young journalist sprinted for the opening. Past the first three buildings came a dead end. Checking behind, the first of the three entered the street. Cicely hurriedly looked to her left. Jumping on a pile of rubbish, she crawled onto the top. Flat roofs were all around. Running to the far side, one leap landed her onto the next rooftop. The alley bellow was narrow and the jump easy. Across the way, she saw the head of one of them appear. Her feet barely touched the roof as she tore across its surface. Landing on the third building, Cicely got up from one knee and ran as fast as she could to near the next rooftop. Her heart pounded. She wiped her mouth with her jacket sleeve, gauged the distance and jumped. While still in the air she knew her landing would not be the same as the others. The far roof looked much more dilapidated. It wasn't even made of the same cinder block, many gaps streaked through the weathered wood. She crashed through on landing. Timbers crumbled. Cicely looked up. The newly opened ceiling showed a cloudy sky. She gritted her teeth and took a step. Pain shot through the ankle she had landed on. Through the scattered dust and debris, she stepped to the old curtain that served as the hovel's front door. Up and down the alley, it appeared quiet. An arm reached around her throat from behind. Remembering her martial arts, Cicely shifted her weight and executed a kep, or push kick rearward. She heard a man groan. Swiveling, Cicely saw that her opponent was someone new: there were more of them! The older man bent at the waist. Pulling a fistful of his long beard, Cicely threw him into the shattered timbers. Using elbow strikes and punches, the man crumbled. Cicely limped out into the alley and turned right. Favoring her sprained ankle, she covered the distance as fast as she could. Turning the corner of a shanty, she saw three new strange faces. They just stood at the dead end: arms crossed and merely looking at her. Reversing, Cicely almost crashed into Ali Ahmed. Behind him stood his two goons. "Very good, Miss British Journalist," he said coolly, despite the beads of sweat. Obviously, Ahmed and his men were feeling the heat too. "Now, however, I believe its time to divest you of the rest of your things." Cicely looked down at her bare right arm. The sleeve had torn in her scuffle with the old man in the shanty. She just now noticed it. "You heard me, Miss. There are too many of us." Arms from behind tore off the rest of her jacket. She gripped the sweat-stained tank. More same arms pulled her hands free. She glared back as Ahmed simply stood there smiling. She let them tear away the flimsy top leaving only her sports bra. "My brothers will let you do the rest...NOW!" Narrowing her eyes, Cicely felt behind her back. The hooks snapped free. She slid off one shoulder strap and then the other. Her skin felt flush and she wasn't sure if it was the baking heat or being made to get naked. "I said to STRIP. You may leave on your shoes and socks. Oh," Ali Ahmed stoked his beard as he eyed the lovely woman before him. "And because you are apparently already bought and paid for, from now on you will be called the slave you really are. Got that, slut?" One of the settlement buildings apparently was a school. Cicely ached. She was stretched between the bars of a aged swing set. Slightly bowed toward the ground, she was suspended by leather cuffs attaching each wrist and ankle to the A-frame. "What are you going to do, bastard? Let me out of here this minute!" "Hush, my sweet." The sight of the stripped female rushed blood through his veins. Nodding at the dozen faithful, he said, "Enjoy, my brothers." Ali Ahmed took a comfortable vantage point in the shade of a wall. Cicely first heard, then felt the presence of a man maneuver so that he was behind her. At the touch of his fingers around her arse, she clinched. The probing continued between her tightened cheeks. A thicker probe followed. Ali Ahmed giggled with those around him. All plugged their ears in fruitless attempts to block out the screams. He watched the white body seemingly recoil from the penetration by one of his soldiers. The screams rent the dessert air. Only when they died down somewhat, did Ali Ahmed and those around him dare to lower their fingers. He watched as the man came, and then applauded. Cicely gasped. She had never before been sodomized. It felt as though her entire body split. Her head hung down. Sweat dripped down her face. She forced air into her lungs. Behind her she saw the horrid man leaving. Another replaced his position. She screamed, again, though not as loudly. Hurt fired her insides. Distracting her, she felt her hair pulling. As her head rose, she saw the largest penis ever before her very eyes. More hair pulled. The cock entered her mouth. Her eyes bulged. Arching her head, the cock moved into her throat. Spots danced in her head. Ali Ahmed stood away from the coolness of the wall and approached the converted swing set. The blonde's eyes were rolling back into her head as she swallowed the huge member. Her sweaty face was already purplish. "Better learn to breath through your nose, slut." Cicely heard his voice as if in a distance. Her eyelids blinked. She tried to inhale and exhale through her nostrils. The overpowering stench of the man assaulting her was ignored."That's it. Even though Jovahn is a bit large," Ali Ahmed paused to joke with the others. "You are looking better already. Now breathe slut." All except for the elated Ali enjoyed the British female at least once. Her screams turned to cries. The naked back already looked sunburned. Ali consulted with his wristwatch. "Time to go inside, brothers. The U.S. has their satellite flying over in about ten minutes so it is best if we get out of sight." The secret passageway led to more of a bunker than cellar. The men and the lone woman navigated the short flight of steps underground. Cicely was placed on a metal table. The female groggily offered no resistance. Her boots and socks were removed, hands and ankles left free. Cool water cleaned her saturated orifices. She was given drink. A small incline raised her head and upper torso. "Are you still with us...Cicely?" She moaned and rolled her head from side to side. Through parted lashes, she saw Ali Ahmed standing at the far end of the table she was on. "I think our television star is once more awake. If you please?" Bright light blared into her eyes from where Ahmed stood. She could not see him, but heard his even voice. "Yes, Cicely slut. Your cameraman back at the hotel gave us all of his equipment. Wasn't that nice of him? And Jovahn, well you remember Jovahn...he is trained in its operation." Cicely groaned and licked her salty lips. She still could not get rid of the taste left behind by the men. Not to mention, the dark memories. "What we need for you now to do is...well British slut, you know how to pleasure yourself, don't you?" Ali Ahmed moved away from the camera's light and loudly proclaimed, "ACTION!" As an aside he muttered, "I think our slut is ready." SANDS OF FATE, PT 4 In her dazed recollection, Cicely had been on this side of the cameras many times, though never as this. "You are doing well, British slut..." Murmurs of the tribesmen agreeing with Ali Ahmed were heard from her tabletop position. Cicely brought her knees up. The soles of her feet rested on the cool metal edge. She laid her head on its side. Tearfully, she tried to lose herself from her current surroundings as her fingers played over tender lips. Cicely closed her eyes and dreamed of faraway places. One of his brothers whispered to him as his vision remained fixed on the glossy vulva so brightly lit. "No, my friend," Ali Ahmed whispered in his native tongue. "True, if slut was your chattel, then of course her genitals must be castrated. For now, though, all remains: the thin strip of hair, the labia and the clitoris. That is what her buyers wish." Cicely dreamily rubbed her clit. Much of the men's cum remained a foreign intrusion, but she also knew her own body well. It too responded as she knew it would. Her fingers felt slippery. "Now, please, British slut," Ali Ahmed said to the figure with her legs now obscenely parted. "Place this in your hole." He saw the woman blink her eyes open as he handed forth the slender microphone, being sure that the wire connecting it to the camera was not tangled. Pleased that her glossy fingers readily clutched it, he stood back and continued to watch. In the darkness the silhouette of Jovahn could be seen. Ali Ahmed made out his brother's index circle and close to touch his thumb. Other fingers went up. It was the signal that the audio was working. "Place the recording on speakers, Jovahn. All of us should hear the noises this sloppy slut makes." Just after he spoke, the room sloshed with churning wetness. Hours later, Cicely stirred. She still lay upon the hard table with the incline, but the bright lights were turned off. Her gaze fell to one outstretched arm. It looked so pale. It also felt too heavy to move "This will help you for your journey, my sweet." Ali Ahmed's vision swirled as he stood over her side. She let him swab the middle of her arm. It felt cool. She also saw the syringe he held. "Never mind....it will not hurt. This is only a sedative. It will help you sleep." She felt the tiny prick on her arm. Almost immediately, Cicely's eyes closed in a sound sleep she would not awaken from until somewhere in the FarEast. "My name is Rina Funabashi, DOCTOR Funabashi, but you may just call me Rina." Cicely's head pounded. Her entire body ached. She tried to move but could not. She was on another table. This one also had a slight incline, but she felt paper scratch over padding under her. She shivered. "Yes, it is cold in here," The tall Asian said as her fingertips lightly caressed the erect nipple on the white woman's chilled right breast. "But that's how we need to keep it for our particular activities." Cicely groaned. Next to her table stood a beautiful woman whose shiny black hair cascaded over her padded white coat. "Let me tell you a few things, Cicely." Her dark red lips thinly spread. "Or, should I just call you...slut?" Cicely felt nauseas. She adverted her head and did not answer. "Very well, then. Have it your way and don't say a peep... for now. But do listen. You have been flown to a very isolated area of Japan in the Fukushima Prefecture. It is true, I am an accredited physician - a surgeon, actually, a board certified plastic surgeon. That means, I know what I am doing," Rina chuckled as her fingers slightly pressed, then released pressure on the breast. Pleased at the flesh's firmness, she continued, "In more ways than one..." Cicely let Rina continue her lecture, only half listening. She blocked from her mind most of the desert attack, but could not ignore the other woman's fingers. They too felt cold. Unable to move from where she was held, Cicely could only lay back as another fondled her. The room she was in was all white. Operating theatre lights glowed from above. "And, my precious slut," Rina paused, bent lower. Her hair fell over as her lips covered Cicely's. "Yum-yummm... Anyway, as I was saying," She straightened her thick lab coat and stood again, slowly licking her lips and once more tasting the girl. "I know what I am doing." Cicely's eyes flashed and she spat back at the towering other. "Oh, and what's that, perve?!" Anger darkened Rina's face. Her hand swung out and she slapped Cicely hard across the cheek. Rina turned away and took another swig of the warmed sake. "As I was saying...SLUT...The good news is that I know what I am doing. What do I mean by that, you stinking whore?" Fresh tears welled under Cicely's lids. Her cheek burned. By the sound of Rina's voice, the woman in the lab coat was now really pissed. "Open your eyes, slut. I said...OPEN!" Cicely peeked. Rina stood arms akimbo. Cicely opened her eyes wider. "That's better. Tell me. Do you think that I am beautiful?" Cicely didn't know what to say. "Well, do you?" She nodded her head in the affirmative. "Good. Then you'll be happy to know that I am also very smart. Questions?" Cicely trepidly nodded her aching head. In a small voice she asked, "...what's going to happen to me?" She braced for the answer she feared most. Rina grimly smiled. Pulling away her long hair she leaned down close to Cicely's ear. "I will tell you, but," her fingers stroked Cicely's shorn brown hair. "Can you tell me why you colored this from your natural blonde?" Cicely blinked more tears from her eyes and whispered that she was on an assignment and to avoid upsetting local cultures she cut her hair and dyed it brown. "Thank you. Now I understand." Rina rose and brought over a bowl. She began to wash Cicely's locks. Cicely stopped crying and closed her eyes. Rina's fingers felt good as they massaged her scalp. The rinse felt warm and air from the blow dryer even warmer. Her shivers returned as soon as the job was done. Rina's head came so close to Cicely's ear that Cicely imagined the other woman's heat. "You look much lovelier as a blonde." Cicely risked asking her question again. Rina stepped back and poured herself another small glass of sake. "For a variety of reasons," She turned back to the blonde nude and examined her own fingernails. "I collect human skins." Cicely shivered again as she heard the matter of fact message. "Yours will be my next addition." Cicely gasped and fought the binds securing her wrists and ankles. "And, before you freak out... Let me tell you of the process..." Rina set down the cup and placed both of her hands on the table alongside Cicely's arm. "As I said before, I am very good with what I do. Saline implants, just like those in real life, will make your chest swell as it is mounted on a wall in my room. Same with your other curves" Cicely felt her stomach twisting as she heard the voice coolly continue. "Of course, I do my own taxidermy. Because I love what I do so much, even the earlier stages. An IV will be given to keep you bright and chipper. The cold temperature in this special room will help lessen any bleeding. I have no use for your hands, feet or head after your demise, so they are destroyed. To ensure proper cuts, I use only the finest surgical scalpels. You'll be happy to know their sharpness also alleviates your pain to an extent, of course." Cicely felt herself beginning to cry again. Sobs racked her body as the hot tears flowed. "And these," Rina looked at the two pills in her palm. "Well, these are two aspirins I want you to take. They are laced with codeine and that helps the subject some. Unfortunately, the codeine dosage is low and will last only for a little while. But, it's something, right?" Cicely fought the straps holding her, but it was no use. "Ready? Here we go." She felt to fingers pinching her nostril shut, her mouth opened and the two pills tossed down her throat. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. SANDS OF FATE, PT 5 "So...is this what My Precious wanted for her birthday?" Rina jumped at the male voice and pivoted away from the modern metal rack Cicely onto which was nicely stretching. "Hiro-san! Domo arrigatooo-you know where!" She turned back to the stretched nude hanging face down and dropped the marking pen. "She has the loveliest epidermis of them all!" She slapped the shiny rump and then ran to hug his girth's arrival into her special theatre. She brushed loosened strands back in place. The up-do was more fitting for the delicious task soon to be at hand. Her heart beat in anticipation. Gone also was the thick lab coat. Heaters had been turned up for almost an hour. "Kind sir. You have given me such a treat. Please understand: This one is in such fine form, I do not wish for her to be compromised by hypothermia. She should live through it all. But given the epithelial structures awaiting, uhm... removal, she needs her warmth to stay alive." "Oh. I understand, I guess. But, why don't you just speak something we can both understand, instead of that medical babble?" Ghasaki chuckled as he lifted the sake bottle only to find it empty. "I should hope that despite your "gift", we are going to do...you know "what" before you get underway." "Of course, kind sir! I was just referring to her creamy skin." "Then cover your lovely skin with a doctor's coat. I should think it only proper for you to also satisfy your man's fantasy. I've always wanted to screw an M.D." "As you wish, uhm, Patient-san". Rina giggled as she leapt into the role. Without its heavy lining, the coat she wore over her bare shoulders was much more free. She jiggled inside of it. To accessorize, she grab a stethoscope and hung it behind her neck. Leaving the coat open showed plenty of the enhanced cleavage, and given her long legs, the lab coat's bottom hem ended just above her knees. The starchy material tickled. Shivers of excitement pranced. "Very good, Doctor Rina," Ghasaki said as he removed his suit jacket. "Stand with your back to me and between that other woman's legs." "Wait! Watch this rack. It can turn on its axis. I'll turn her over and show you." She moved the IV tubing connected to the back of the Cicely's hand and began to rotate the grid-marked body on the metal frame. "Why's that needle in her?" "Just to keep a vein open. Right now, it is only dripping a dilute solution of phenylephrenine to help with the bleeding. Later we will have to use stimulants." The room spun. Cicely's head swung with the rest of her, but this time when the motion stopped, her head hung backwards. Her neck strained. The far wall looked upside down. Lucidity returned as the sedatives lost their strength. Blinking helped more, but the room still looked topsy-turvy. The pull of the rack made joints feel ready to pop. Breathing came in quick shallow spurts. Her short hair fell from her face. Despite tries, there was no way to raise her head. Neck muscles quit. Mouth open, her head hung slack and facing the far wall. Rina stood between the slightly splayed legs and admired Cicely's form. The bitch lay stretched as tight as any drum. She felt Ghasaki positioning behind her and thought of how fat, bald and ugly he was .At least he was rich enough to indulge her. Between the legs sliced the narrow strip of light brown hair and what treasures Cicely would unfold. Labia minora might not have sweat glands, Rina smiled to herself, but she fortunately knew of other ways to get them wet. Lifting up the back edge of her coat, she used her other hand to guide Hiro into her own steaming juices. Feeling his small dick slide in, she bent forward. Placing each hand just above Cicely's knees, Rina felt the quadriceps on the legs flinch. The tip of her tongue found the British woman's mons. She glanced at the pale twin mounds with their nipple summits, the pulled torso, and slowly concentrated on savoring the other woman's hot flesh. Rina's almond-shaped eyes closed as the short man behind her took her. She sliced her tongue between the molten lips. Sounds emitted from all three. She stood as Ghasaki finished. Grabbing a small sponge from a steel table, Rina wiped herself of the trickling cum. With the nail of her thumb, she gently lifted up Cicely's hood. Planning ahead, Rina decided it best to bisect the shining organ. She let it be covered again, and then turned to Hiro. "Thank you again, Master," Rina said as she slipped to her knees. Taking the wet penis in her fingers, she licked it clean of juices. "Peer up at me, slave." Ghasaki waited for the gorgeous Asian to raise her face and then slapped her cheek. He knew it was what she anticipated. "Thank you, Master," Rina forced the words from her stinging lips, and then finished licking clean the organ. Standing, she straightened her lab coat, bowed slightly, and with eyes lowered said, "I think it best if you now move to the viewing gallery, Master." "You are beautiful, Rina," Ghasaki murmured and caressed the slapped cheek with his hand. "Sure, more than a little kinky, but still a beauty. I will go and watch as much as I can." He kissed Rina and said, "Enjoy yourself." Ghasaki left through a door and walked the short flight of stairs to take a seat as the lone spectator in the glassed-in gallery. Below he saw the white coated statuesque beauty he had just fucked gather her implements on a small tray next to the racked British female with lines drawn all over her equally impressive body. He steeled himself to watch as much of what was to come. SANDS OF FATE, CONCLUSION The wicked stage was set. Tautly stretched between the two anchors, Cicely lay parallel to the polished floor, her head facing rearward as it hung back, arms pulled way back behind her. Rina bustled about making last minute corrections in her preparations. Above both, and separated by a soundproof glass wall sat Ghasaki, alone in the tiered theatre-style gallery. Only he sat in relative darkness. Lights flooded the two female participants centered below on the macabre stage. Rina mopped her brow free of perspiration one more time. Excitement caused of the perspirations, but then it also was very hot in the room. By design. She pulled the stethoscope from her neck and removed the starched lab coat. Standing only in high heels, she instantly felt better. Leaning her butt on Cicely's hip, she faced where she knew Hiro sat. Coyly looking up, she cupped on of her sweating breasts. They might be larger than she wanted, but since Hiro was picking up the check for her breast enhancements, she let him decide the new cup size. Watching her reflection in the glass, she raised the brown nipple to her red lips and playfully circled it with the pink tip of her tongue. He must be going out of his mind, she thought as her mouth sucked on the large oval and protruding nipple. Hiro sat back and watched as the exquisite beauty pleasured herself. For his benefit, of course. His eyes focused on the luscious breast as he reached for a cigar in his pocket. Lighting the smoke, he marveled over what a fine creature she was. The one stretched behind her was a beauty too, but Rina commanded his attention. Satisfied that he had been teased enough, Rina patted Cicely's sunken belly and asked if she was ready. Rina turned away from the gallery window and selected a scalpel from the tray. Leaning over Cicely's upper body, she laid the blade on the grid line made earlier. Beads of bright red replaced the yellow marking as her knife carefully made a shallow lateral incision from just above the end of one clavicle, to the next. Reaching under the table for a pile of fiberglass strips, Rina placed one over the incised wound, measured and then cut it to fit. She then slipped the thin strip into the wound. Taking a strip of mesh tape, she tore off sections and then taped the downward flap to the fiberglass. "How are we doing, Cicely? Your screams sound pretty loud. Tell ya what. I'm gonna start a stimulant cocktail drip in that IV of yours, okay?" Cicely gasped for breath. The cut burned a little, but not as much as she expected. Still, the very notion of being flayed alive was almost incomprehensible. All she could see of Rina were her naked legs next to her. Cicely tried not to panic. Rina adjusted the IV. Hoping the room temp would aide in some sort of vaso constriction, she began another slice into Malphigan layers. Cutaneous vessels yielded to the surgical steel as it progressed down the female's flank She paused as she cut to watch Cicely's neck wildly swing her head. Rina considered the various nerve endings at the basal level of the epidermis she must be compromising with her scalpel. "Now try and stay steady, Cicely. For your own good, that is..." Rina mopped her brow again. Deciding to keep the female's genitals intact, she somewhat altered her course. Completing the sectioning of the torso, Rina stepped back for a rest. "Getting all of this, Hiro?" Ghasaki feverishly puffed his cigar. As Rina faced where he sat, he thinly smiled and then turned off the room's P.A. He watched in silence. Taking the now bloodied fiberglass in both hands, Rina firmly, but slowly, pulled. When the outermost layer of skin reached the tops of Cicely's breasts, she took her scalpel. Reaching under the removed skin, her knife snipped at the mammary glands. That operation completed, she pulled more until the pelt hung in her hands. "Isn't it pretty, Cicely? I'll just lay it in a warm solution, and don't worry...later I'll join all of the sections into one. Just like you, or the way you used to be, sort of," Rina carefully laid the human sheet in a shallow vat. "Oh," she pretended to look at her watch. "How rude of me, you must be famished." Cicely's heart raced. Blood pounded in her temples. Her head lifted and a wide tube inserted in her mouth. It gagged her and burned her throat. "We all need nutrition, don't we? This will give you yours. Though a bit intrusive, the NG tube is for gastro-intestinal nourishment. You'll need yours." Rina smiled as she taped the tube in place and lowered Cicely's head. She reached for the modified dermatone. The chromium tool used for skin grafts would work nicely on Cicely's legs. "Nice job, Rina." The tool fell from her hands as she jumped with a start. "Hiro-san! I hadn't expected you!!!" Ghasaki looked at the bloody British woman. Starts and twitches shook fiber elastic connective tissues. Black, tar-like clumps slid from folds of bright crimson seemingly bubbling up from the raw flesh. What flesh remained intact shivered. The sight mad him nauseous. He reached into his coat jacket. Extracting a shiny 9MM, he walked to where Cicely's head was. He looked down at the shining eyes and the thick tube stuffing her face. With one fluid motion, Ghasaki leaned down, put the barrel against her wet forehead, and fired. "Hey! What did you do that for?" Rina screeched as the report from the gun blasted the room. Ghasaki almost gently let Cicely's limp head with the black hole in the center of its forehead hang and stood to face Rina. Smiling at her tall lushness as it shook in rage before him, he removed two pieces of paper from inside his jacket. He held the front sheet up so that Rina could see. "I'm afraid it says that you have been S-O-L-D, Rina," He put the papers back inside his coat and smiled to himself: This gesture to Al Ahmed would insure future transactions much to his favor. Rina's eyes bulged. Her nostrils flared. She grabbed a bloody knife and rushed Hiro. "No way!!!" Ghasaki was ready with the Taser in his other hand. He fired and watched as tall Rina crumbled. He looked at the fetal position of the exquisite female. She looked about ready for transport. He'd let Ahmed and his men worry about cleaning her up. The End
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