Posted by Sawney Beane on August 12, 2006 at 00:53:51:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #50
THE BIRTHDAY GIFT
by Sawney Beane
18 June; 7, 14, 21 July 1997
3,327 words
DISTRIBUTION NOTICE and DISCLAIMER: Sawney Beane requests that any distribution of this work of fiction remain within the realm of social responsibility. This story is suitable neither for minors nor for the seeming majority of adults who have difficulty distinguishing fantasy from reality. It is pure fantasy, which means that, for whatever reason, someone has found it interesting to think about the events depicted herein. It does not in any way mean that the author would like to see this fantasy become reality, so if you are the type of person who might be swayed into doing something irrational by reading a work of fiction, the author respectfully requests that you decline to read further.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Sawney Beane, originally a native of Edinburgh, lived for twenty-five years in a cave on the coast of County Galloway, subsisting on the flesh of unfortunate travellers, roughly a thousand of them all told. He and his wife raised a large family of eight sons, six daughters, eighteen grandsons, and fourteen granddaughters. Eventually, the family was captured, and the whole lot was brutally and unjustifiably tortured and executed without trial. Since his death in the early 17th century, Beane has reformed his ways and now confines his atrocities to his literary endeavours.
WARNING: This story contains scenes of consensual snuff and gynophagia. If you find such things offensive, please steer clear; you have been warned.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a cute story with an unusual theme. I like it well enough, but it doesn't stand out in my mind.
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Maria stood on the doorstep and nervously awaited an answer to her ringing of the bell. It was, after all, her first house call. George, her driver, stood silently at her side, his big right hand holding her petite left hand in a comforting gesture.
Shortly, the big oaken door of the mansion slowly opened and Maria was greeted by the vision of a large dignified man in a tuxedo, perhaps in his late forties. A toothy grin emerged on his stern face, indicating that he knew who she was, but she nonetheless stuck to the script she had been repeatedly drilled on.
"Mr. St. John, I presume?"
"The very same, my fair lady."
"I'm from Richfield's; did you order a Grade A Latina, medium sized, unlimited use?"
"I did."
"Good. I'm Maria Martinez, at your service."
"My son will be very pleased with his birthday present."
Maria's mind now sprang to the picture of a rich sixteen or eighteen year old kid with a Richfield's girl as the fucktoy his parents bought him as a coming of age present. She'd heard that this was a fairly common job for girls of her station, but she'd hoped for something more dignified. As it turned out, she was completely wrong about her fate.
"Please come in, Miss Martinez," said the householder as he handed a fat envelope to George. The latter squeezed Maria's hand in farewell before releasing his grip and returning to his car without having spoken a word since their arrival at the St. John estate.
As the driver departed, Maria was admiring the environment in which she would meet destiny, a very tastefully and very expensively furnished manor house in which everything looked too fragile to support life. At the same time, Mr. St. John was admiring his newest acquisition, a short but voluptuous young Latina with finely-chiselled features and long dark hair. Maria was twenty-three, and the thin white dress she had been sent over in left little to the imagination. Mr. St. John was well pleased with her appearance.
"Mr. St. John, could I ask if this will be a terminal engagement?"
"Call me John, if you please. Yes, dear, I'm sorry it will be."
Maria thought it odd that the man was named John St. John, but who was she to criticize. "No need to be sorry, John; that's what I'm here for." Her words were brave, but an involuntary shiver ran up her spine nonetheless. Maybe her heart wasn't really in this. Maybe she shouldn't have volunteered to be an "unlimited use" girl. Maybe she was just nervous and everything would be fine in the end.
"Of course, my dear," said Mr. St. John with a dignified air, "If you will just follow me, I will show you to your room."
"May I ask what will be expected of me?"
"Just follow directions. You won't be asked to do anything difficult."
He was being deliberately evasive, but she risked one more question, "May I ask when I will be terminated?"
"John Jr.'s birthday is tomorrow, and you will perform during his party. Your duties will be completed just after dinner. Before that, you'll be John's favourite gift."
"Thank you, Mr. St. John, I will be ready."
"Good, good, your room is just here. You should have everything you need to make you comfortable. If you want anything at all, feel free to ring the servants. But please don't leave your room, since I don't want John Jr. to see you before tomorrow morning. Good night, Miss Martinez."
He left the room, and Maria was alone and feeling very isolated. The room was probably the biggest and best bedroom she'd ever imagined, let alone entered. The king sized bed was covered in silk sheets and big fluffy feather pillows. There was a large television set and a shelf full of books. The attached bathroom was an immense marble showroom. The view of the grounds and gardens was marvellous. The windows, however, were peculiarly shaded. Unbeknownst to Maria, she was looking through a one-way mirror, which concealed her presence from passers-by and from John Jr. Maria settled down to watch some television and quickly fell asleep in the luxurious bed.
Maria was awakened by a female servant early the next morning. She found herself still in the white dress in which she had arrived. The servant gently led the still sleepy girl into the cavernous bathroom and deposited her in the centre of the big round bathtub after relieving her of her dress.
Maria felt herself drifting in and out of consciousness in the warm sudsy water as the maidservant caressed her entire body with a soft sponge. Maria was thoroughly cleaned, her legs and armpits shaved, and her pubic hair trimmed into a perfect triangle. Most of this was unnecessary as she had been thoroughly prepared the previous day by Richfield's staff, but today's version was much more relaxing. It seemed that somehow the last day of her life was to be the most enjoyable. Death seemed much too abstract a concept to bother her mind with at the moment.
It was only when the maid had her out of the bathtub and was brushing her teeth and hair and applying a tasteful touch of makeup to her sultry face that Maria came to full consciousness and attempted to begin a conversation with her gentle attendant. The maidservant informed her that she would be wrapped in a box and presented to John Jr. as a birthday present just before lunch. All of this seemed common enough, but Maria couldn't see how this would be fatal to her. However, it was clear that the maidservant had strict orders to keep the final phase a secret. Maria was unable to pry any more information from her.
And so it came to pass that around nine o'clock that morning, Maria was in the servants' quarters stepping into a big box and lying down. It was comfortable enough, being lined with several pillows and large enough to stretch out in. Actually, the box's dimensions were very much like those of a coffin, and Maria couldn't help but notice that fact and dwell on it during her temporary imprisonment. The servants lowered the big lid over her and began to wrap the box in colourful paper and to tie it up in a big red ribbon and bow.
Maria and her box experienced a slight jolt a few minutes later, and she knew she was being transported on a dolly into the mansion's big parlour. Once there, she was placed on the table with all the other gifts. There she would wait until the guests arrived.
Everyone was ready and waiting except for John Jr. by ten o'clock. At precisely 10:15, he and his father returned from an early morning duck hunting outing, and everyone jumped out and yelled "surprise!" It wasn't much of a surprise for anyone except for Maria who barely stifled a startled yelp at the outburst. It was a good thing she did manage to stifle it because she had been strictly ordered to silence.
After the usual round of greetings, John Jr, eagerly tore into his gifts. There were a lot of them, and Maria was going to be last, so she had to wait a long time. All the while she imagined the gifts being received by the younger St. John. Perhaps an electric razor, a sport coat, and maybe some school supplies for college. It was impossible for Maria to tell what exactly was going on through the padded walls of her tiny prison.
Finally, Maria felt her package shake violently. She heard paper rip and knew she was being opened. She prepared a seductive smile and readied herself for discovery. Suddenly, her eyes burned in pain as the lid was lifted. She tried valiantly to keep her smile as her eyes grew accustomed to the light. Someone, almost certainly John, Jr. was leaning over her. He cried out in happy surprise, "It's a girl!" The voice surprised Maria, because it wasn't the low teenaged rumble she had expected. Rather it was a high-pitched squeal, almost a girlish voice. Maria's vision returned to her then, and she was horrified to realize that she was the property of a blonde ten year old with a very knowing smile on his face.
Maria climbed out of her box with stiff joints and for the first time felt very naked standing amongst the sea of twenty or so small children. The kids peered at her like a flock of curious scientists, each poking and prodding her body like it was a laboratory specimen. It was clear that she was their first nude woman, and it made her immensely self-conscious.
Nonetheless, Maria put up with the kids' experiments. It didn't take them long to find that touching her genitals provoked an interesting reaction from her, so each one had to take his or her turn rubbing Maria's private places. Some especially villainous little boys even thought to lick her there, and her breasts were not neglected for long. Maria did not know what she was to do. She felt a bit guilty about being turned on by a gaggle of pre-pubescent brats, but there wasn't much she could do to prevent it. In addition, she felt a bit of a responsibility to exaggerate the effects they were having on her since she had obviously been hired for their fun. It was with a sense of relief that she heard the adults calling for lunch. She had been through well over an hour of their investigations before cake and sandwiches lured them away without a second thought. She lay on her back amid the wrapping paper relaxing for what would be the last time in her life.
Soon enough, a few servants came to collect her and led her through the kitchen and into a special room set up just for her. She knew she was in trouble when she stepped into the operating room, and the doctor's soothing encouragements did little to quell the fears in her pounding heart.
"Don't worry, Miss Martinez, this will all be quite painless," said the doctor. He was a tall man with a long thin face and a kind but somehow ominous smile. His two nurses laid Maria on her back on the operating table. Maria could still hear the screams of the children in the dining room, adding something to her surreal nightmare.
"What kind of surgery am I to undergo?" Maria asked as she glanced at the array of scalpels on the table next to her head. She tried to remain professional, but her heart was doing somersaults.
"There are a few things in your belly that need re-arranging, Miss Martinez, just relax and we'll be done in a jiffy." He signalled to the nurse to his left and a mask was placed over Maria's nose and mouth. The patient drifted into unconsciousness in a matter of minutes.
Maria awoke on her back on a wheeled cart in a different room. The clock on the wall informed her that it was five o'clock. She noticed a long incision down the middle of her belly. It began near the base of her breastbone and extended in a straight line that narrowly missed her bellybutton and ended just below her waist. The incision was stitched closed with surprisingly coarse surgical thread. She felt funny, but most of her torso was still numb from the anaesthetic. The sounds of children playing party games wafted in through the closed doors from the next room. The room she was in was large with a high ceiling and no furniture. Maria wondered what would happen to her next, but her mind couldn't frame anything that could explain her bizarre situation.
Just then one of the nurses passed by her pushing a cart, and Maria's eyes widened as she noticed the contents of the plastic tub on top of the cart. The nurse noticed her reaction and smiled, "We're having French cuisine for dinner tonight." The cart carried a liver, pancreas, many coils of intestines, and a few other unusual things including something distinctly stomach shaped. The way the nurse looked at her indicated that these things were almost certainly Maria's own internal organs. The nurse observed her surprise and added, "Don't worry, Miss Martinez, the rest of your body will keep this household eating the best quality steaks for weeks to come!"
While cannibalism was certainly within the bounds of her contract, and while many Richfield's girls felt that being eaten was somewhat preferable to having their bodies thrown in the garbage after being done to death, Maria had not expected to see her own flesh on the way to the kitchen and had not imagined the effect it would have on her. More disturbing was the thought that there was nothing behind that odd incision in her belly. Somehow she had been cleaned out while she slept on the operating table. She felt violated and somewhat like the victim of an especially daring robbery.
But her belly didn't seem all that empty. In fact, she thought that she looked a little less thin than she had before. There was a certain stuffed look to her abdomen that she couldn't quite understand. But Mr. St. John and the doctor arrived to lead her on to her destruction, so she broke off her disturbing musings.
"Ah, Miss Martinez, you have been a wonderfully good sport about all of this. John, Jr. was thrilled about his birthday gift, and in just a little while he and his friends will have even more fun with you."
"Thank you, Mr. St. John, I'm only doing my job. What will happen next?"
"Oh, we've just got to get you up there," he said pointing to the ceiling. Maybe he was pointing to heaven. Maria knew that he was about to finish her. But she was surprised when the doctor brought out several chains and a few leather cuffs.
First he handed her a five-foot steel rod with three leather cuffs attached to it and instructed her to put it on. She obediently buckled the middle circle of leather around her neck and balanced the rod on her shoulders while she snapped each of her wrists into the leather cuffs at its ends. Maria was then ordered to lie on her belly on the floor while the doctor attached a similar rod with only two cuffs to her ankles. She was bewildered but remained as calm as possible as her owner and the doctor attached leather straps around her upper thighs and upper chest and then chained a third steel rod to rings in the first two rods and on the thigh and chest straps. When she was secured in her helpless spread-eagled position, the doctor and homeowner ran two heavy chains over a pulley in the ceiling and attached them to the rods that bound her.
Maria gasped as she felt herself begin to rise toward the ceiling. All of her weight rested on her thighs, ankles, chest, and wrists. The distribution was such that she was fairly comfortable, but she couldn't move around much. Mr. St. John and the doctor adjusted her position for a while until they were satisfied that she was the perfect distance from the ceiling, which happened to be not very far.
No one offered to explain what she was doing up there, but Mr. St. John said she looked wonderful and then went into the next room to call the kids. She could hear his words all too clearly. "John, Jr., bring your guests in the living room, the pinata is ready!" Then he turned to Maria and said what he considered either a soothing reassurance or a cruel joke. Maria wasn't sure which. "Don't worry, Maria my dear, your meat will taste better than ever after they get done with you. You might be a little but bruised and such, but that will just make you more tender!"
Maria thought she would wet herself, but nothing came out. The doctor spread several large plastic drop cloths over the expensive rug, and the children came pouring into the room in one excited torrent. They gazed up at her in awe and eager excitement.
A woman who appeared to be John, Jr.'s mother and the director of entertainment for the party blindfolded John, Jr., and someone handed him a big wooden stick. He began to flail around in the air with it, and Maria feared each narrow miss. John, Jr. managed finally to club her painfully in the side of the head. Maria felt a drop of blood flow down her cheek.
Maria watched as John, Jr. relinquished his position to another boy of about the same age. Then the club began to fly again. It left a big bruise in the side of her thigh and might have broken one of her ribs before the second child had to step down. The third competitor was a little girl with blonde hair and a vicious swing. She was taller than the boys and was able to get a crushing blow to Maria's pelvis and another hit to her leg. The fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh children caused Maria much pain, and she couldn't see any end in sight. She wasn't sure what the object of this abuse was, but she got a hint when the eighth child hit her hard in the side just above the waist and partially dislodged the stitches from her recent surgery. The children cackled with joy as a few drops of blood fell to the plastic far below. The ninth child, a little redheaded girl managed to damage her belly further, but it was the tenth child, a runt with black hair, who got in the winning blow.
As young Reggie ploughed the stick into Maria's side just below her ribs, her belly tore wide open and its surgically implanted contents rained down upon the happy children who dove into the shower of blood and candy to claim their respective shares. Maria shuddered in pain and humiliation as she saw what had been done to her.
When the children had picked the floor clean of candy, Maria was lowered to the floor and rolled over on her back, so that the children could clean her abdominal cavity of the few sweets that had become trapped within the folds of the plastic bag that had protected them within her body. Small boys were soon jumping all over her, and one climbed right into her belly, stepping on her spine from within and rupturing the delicately preserved blood vessels that supplied her legs.
Blood was pouring from Maria's body, and she knew she didn't have long to live. She felt awful. She was embarrassed, humiliated, and in excruciating pain. She did not feel at all in the way she had been told at Richfield's that she would feel as she made the supreme sacrifice. To become food was one thing, but to die as a child's plaything was too much to bear. She longed for death and an escape from a horrible society that taught its women that this was an acceptable career option.
Maria looked up as her final few seconds of life ticked away and noticed a three-year-old girl staring quizzically at her face. She knew then that she might do some good. She saw that her experiences, written clearly upon her face, were having an impression on the young girl, the younger sister of one of John, Jr.'s friends. Maria thought that maybe she would keep this little one from following in her ill-conceived footsteps. Maybe she was making and impression. But all of her hopes were dashed as the little girl dove triumphantly for the piece of candy no one had noticed next to Maria's ear.