Posted by Sawney Beane on September 18, 2007 at 22:37:16:
The Collected Works of Sawney Beane: Volume #159
SKIN AND BONES
by Sawney Beane
12 September 2007
2,054 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 little extra one. Got put into the lineup late due to persistent mental images. Well, a break from all of the resurrected old ideas. Was sort of inspired by a skinning picture Femsnuffer posted recently.
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"Do you know why you're here, Beth?" asked Emily, a short brunette in a white apron.
"I assume I was selected," replied Elizabeth, a tall buxom blonde in nothing at all.
"Indeed, Mr. Montrose picked you out of the catalogue without even requesting a personal interview."
"I'm flattered."
"You should be, Mr. Montrose is very particular about his women. But you're one of the best we have."
"Thank you," replied Beth with a blush. "So what does the old man want from me?"
"Well, he wants to have sex with you, of course."
"Of course," replied Beth with a smile.
"And he wants you to be...um...naked."
"What other way would I be?" Beth asked, gazing down the long length of her nude body. "That seems a pretty small request for a no-limits party girl. I hope he's at least planning to eat me afterwards."
"Well, he has requested that we keep a roasting pit fired up for you, but, as it happens, Mr. Montrose's idea of naked is a bit more involved than you might think."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Mr. Montrose likes his women without clothing...and without skin."
"He's going to skin me?"
"No, Beth, of course not," Emily replied with a faint smile. "I am."
"I see," replied Elizabeth slowly, turning this information over in her mind.
"You ready?"
"To be skinned alive?" asked Beth with a satirical smile. "You bet!"
"Um...it's going to hurt."
"One would imagine so."
"I would use an anaesthetic, but he wants you to be able to feel when he has sex with you."
"I'm not sure I will be able to feel anything but pain at that point, but whatever the man wants, that's what I'm here for. Although it does occur to me that I probably should have thought a bit harder about checking that 'no limits' box on my application."
"Well, I'm surprised anyone does check it, but I'll be as gentle as possible."
"That's reassuring," replied Beth. "So, where do you want me?"
"Oh, just lie down on the operating table face down. We'll start with your back."
"Righto!" Beth casual enthusiasm was her usual method of concealing a deep inner turmoil. At this moment, the prospect of being very painfully flayed was weighing heavily on her mind, as something like that tends to do.
"Here goes," said Emily as Elizabeth got into position.
"I thought it would hurt more," said Elizabeth a moment later.
"I haven't started yet, sorry," replied Emily.
"Oh, take your time."
"Just a second." Emily found her scalpel and placed the tip against the back of Elizabeth's neck. Then she pushed it gently and a tiny spot of blood appeared.
"Yow!" moaned Elizabeth. "You've started now! Fuck that hurts!"
"Yes, but we've a long way to go." She dragged the scalpel gently down Elizabeth's back along the centre of the spine in one long incision all the way to the anus.
"Ahhhgh," groaned Elizabeth. "This is not going to be fun."
"Not for you," replied Emily as she inserted the scalpel half an inch into Elizabeth's anus and rotated it 360 degrees. Then she continued the incision down to the centre of Elizabeth's perineum. "I'm having the time of my life."
"You're a very compassionate person, aren't you?"
"Well, I do cut up other girls for a living, don't I?" replied Emily, really moving quickly now. She dragged the scalpel down Elizabeth's inner thigh, calf, and the side of her right foot. She extended it to the tip of the big toe and then started a new incision at the tip of Elizabeth's left big toe and extended it up the left inner thigh to the perineum.
"Touche," groaned Elizabeth. "You do know this really fucking hurts, don't you?"
"Yes, I sort of guessed." Emily returned to Elizabeth's shoulders and drew a thin red line from the centre of Elizabeth's back down the back of her left arm to the tip of her left pinkie finger. Then she did the same with Elizabeth's right arm.
"I'm guessing you've done this before?"
"Mr. Montrose is a very loyal customer. It's going to start hurting for real now," she warned.
"Oh, goody!"
"Well, there's not much I can do." Emily used special tools to slide into the incisions and pull the skin from the underlying tissues. She peeled Elizabeth's back into two large flaps of skin, which began to resemble angel's wings. As she exposed Elizabeth's flesh, she rubbed the exposed muscle and fat tissues with a gelatinous substance.
"What's that you're rubbing on me?"
"Oh, it's a gel we use to slow down the bleeding and keep you together for a while. It's non-toxic, and we just hose it off before we spit you." She had peeled the entire back off and was assaulting the rump. It looked trim and shapely, with or without skin. Then Emily peeled the skin from the backs of Elizabeth's legs. "I need you to roll over now."
Emily helped Elizabeth to roll over onto her back and then, amid ever increasingly loud moans of agony, she gently extracted Elizabeth's toes from their covering, leaving Elizabeth's feet bare. Then she peeled the skin from Elizabeth's legs all the way to the hips and rubbed gel into their entire length.
Now she drew a small, incised circle along the outer edges of Elizabeth's labia, leaving a small almond of exposed skin. Then she peeled the hide from Elizabeth's belly and ribs, leaving it hanging loosely under her armpits.
"I get to keep my pussy?" asked Elizabeth between gasps.
"Mr. Montrose will want to use it."
"Goody...oh God, you're killing me, Emily!"
"No, not at all," replied Emily, peeling the skin from Elizabeth's arms and fingers. "All of this is painful as hell, but entirely survivable. Mr. Montrose will have his pre-dinner fuck, and you'll be alive to enjoy it."
"I'm so relieved," gasped Elizabeth.
The flayed girl was now entirely skinless below the neck. The huge expanse of her tanned skin hung before her in a sickening display. "Now the hard part!"
"There's a hard part?"
"Yes, we need to skin your head."
"My head? Jesus, the guy is a weirdo."
"Yes, but he's your weirdo tonight," replied Emily. She rolled Elizabeth back onto her side and extended the spinal incision up the back of her neck and delved into the centre of her scalp, carefully parting the long blonde locks evenly on both sides.
"I'm not going to like this am I?"
"Probably not. Emily peeled the scalp back and covered the back of Elizabeth's neck in the preservative gel. Then she rolled her back onto her back and made a careful incision around the outer edges of the skinned woman's lips. Then she cut out the insides of her nostrils and ears.
"Mmmph," Elizabeth was now having a difficult time expressing herself.
Emily peeled the skin away from the face, the last bits to come away being Elizabeth's eyes. And then she was truly naked, skinless, exposed. Without eyelids, blood flowed into Elizabeth's eyes, and she could not clear her vision. She also had difficulty keeping both her eyes focused on the same thing.
"Ok, dear," said Emily gently. "You're all ready, say 'hi' to Mr. Montrose for me." She pushed a button on the edge of the counter, and a few moments later a pair of white-suited attendants entered the room to retrieve Elizabeth's trembling and agony-wracked body. When she was gone, Emily went out for a cigarette break. She thought that Elizabeth's flaying had been one of the best yet, and it was extremely stimulating..
Elizabeth was put on a stretcher and moved into a well-appointed room and placed on the centre of a bed with fresh white sheets. The sheets did not remain white for long. A few minutes later, a man in his late fifties was led into the room by a girl in a string bikini.
"You must be Elizabeth," the man said, extending a hand.
Elizabeth shook his hand with her own weak limb, and the man kissed hers in return. "I'm Miguel Montrose, and you look wonderful. I knew the moment I saw you in the catalogue that you would look marvellous this way. Thanks."
"Yowr welcome," mumbled Elizabeth.
The man was quick to drop his clothes, but in getting naked, he stopped with nudity and did not match Elizabeth's dedication. "You ready to get started?" he asked gallantly.
"Ywess," Elizabeth replied. She wasn't sure what else she should be ready for.
As it turned out, Mr. Montrose was a gentle lover with a fine attention to foreplay. Trouble was, everything he did caused Elizabeth more pain, so she would perhaps have preferred he get on with it....either that or a bullet to the head.
Miguel Montrose touched and kissed nearly every exposed inch of Elizabeth's tortured body before sliding his fingers into her vagina. Elizabeth was surprised to find that this direct stimulation had an effect on her that was noticeable beyond the agony. When he switched over to his tongue, licking blood form her thighs and exploring her genitals extensively, she started to forget that she was in a pleasure-challenged state. Her genitals bravely carried on with their duties long after the rest of her body had succumbed to despair.
Then the perverted millionaire Mr. Montrose entered her. And Elizabeth embraced him with the exposed muscles of her arms, leaving bloody gel trails down his back. She writhed in combined pain and pleasure as he began to thrust within the only intact portion of her body. Their intercourse was long and, despite the limited nature of her movements, managed to be passionate. Montrose gave her everything that he had, and she responded with groans that turned from agony to orgasm and back again many times.
For obvious reasons, it was not the most pleasurable intercourse of her life, but it was much higher on the list than she expected. And she was almost sorry when he rolled over onto his back next to her.
"That was good," he sighed. "You're great, Elizabeth. Thank you so much."
"Mwy pweasure," she replied as sincerely as she could muster.
They remained in the afterglow for a long time, but eventually, he dressed and took his leave of her. He would see her again at dinner, but she knew she would probably not be very responsive by then.
The attendants took her out of the ruined bed and loaded her back onto the stretcher, which they returned to the kitchens. When she arrived, Emily was just finishing tacking her skin to the wall. Elizabeth looked up in horrified wonder to see her own hide, spread out and flattened on the wall. For one thing, it was much larger than she had imagined. For another, she could recognize it as having once been the image she watched in the mirror every day. It was surreal to look upon her own mounted hide.
"Mr. Montrose has asked me to preserve your skin," Emily explained. "He wants it as a wall hanging in his house. It's quite an honour; must mean he liked you."
"Ywss," replied Elizabeth. "Ahm qwite hwonered."
"Well," replied Emily, giving her a quizzical look. "It actually looks like you enjoyed that."
"Ywss, ah did." Elizabeth's isolated lips curled into a grotesque smile.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," replied Emily with a genuine smile. "Well, I have a spit all ready for you in the next room, and the fire is hot. Anytime you're ready, we'll get you on to roast."
"Ywss, ahm rwedy," groaned Elizabeth. "It will bwe a reweaf."
"I'm sure it will," replied Emily, pushing her button to summon the attendants.
As she was wheeled into the room with the fire pits, Elizabeth pondered a new variety to the fate she had imagined herself. She had always imagined that she would be eaten and then she would be gone. Nothing would remain except a few bones. It was an image that had comforted her through many years of her life, but now it had to be modified. Now, very soon, she would be gone, distributed through the bellies of Mr. Montrose and his friends. And all that would be left of her would be skin and bones. It was a comforting thought somehow.