Posted by Jeffrey Paul Soreff on October 26, 2000 at 20:06:38:
(m-f/m-f, skewers, scalpel, cons)
He and she lie together on their sides, facing each other.
She rests on her left side; he rests on his right. Their pink skin
contrasts with the green of the polished malachite slab on which
they rest. The top of the slab is slightly hollowed out, and they rest
in this shallow cavity. They still enjoy the warm afterglow of
their orgasms. Behind each of them are two polished steel skewers,
each an eighth of an inch thick and a yard long. They are honed to
razor sharp points. Above their heads is a single scalpel.
She starts, reaching behind him to grasp one of the skewers there
close to its tip. She brings its tip to his upper back, then moves it
off-center, halfway between his spine and his left side. She slowly
pushes it in, breaking the skin, sliding between his ribs, cutting
through his left lung, slipping between his front ribs, and emerging
through his left nipple. She pauses for a moment, then pushes on,
puncturing her right nipple, penetrating her breast, sliding between
her ribs, cutting through her right lung, and sliding out between
her ribs and skin out into the open air. A crimson film coats the
tip emerging from her back and the short length of steel between
them. He reciprocates, slipping one of the skewers behind her into
the left side of her upper back, cutting entirely through her, out
through her nipple, in through his, and on and out through the
right side of his upper back. Blood oozes very slowly from their
punctures, more rapidly into their lungs.
She reaches behind him and positions the remaining skewer's
tip against the left side of his lower back. She presses it in through
the strong muscles of his back, on through his left kidney, out through
his abdominal muscles and skin, pauses again, and cuts on through
her own abdominal muscles, kidney, and back. He again
reciprocates, sliding the remaining skewer through the left side of
her abdomen and on through the right side of his own, emerging
from his lower back.
They kiss softly and smile at each other. She reaches over her head
and takes up the scalpel. She runs her fingers carefully over his
neck, locating one of his jugular veins. She slices into it near the
base of his neck, bringing the scalpel upwards, opening an inch long
slice along the length of the vein. A steady stream of dark blood
flows from the cut. She hands him the scalpel. He locates the
jugular opposite his and slides the scalpel through her vein with the
same delicate precision. He sets the scalpel back down, again above
their heads. The dark streams from their throats mingle and pool
beneath them on the slab.
They embrace carefully, avoiding the tips of the skewers, but
holding each other tightly. Their breath comes in shallow gasps
now. They dip their tongues in the streams from each other's
neck, then kiss passionately. Their pulses race, then weaken.
After a few minutes, they die in each other's arms, their bodies
quietly going limp.