Itsy Bitsy Titsy Girl
“Oh my itsy bitsy titsy girl, where are you?” He sang. “Oh my
itsy bitsy titsy so young and so unused” he picked up the razor blades, still
singing. “Now itsy bitsy titsy plays a mean hopscotch, when she does her little
ditsy I can stare at her crotch”. His eyes were shining with a sort of manic
glee. He picked up the latex gloves and forceps. “I found a place to keep her in
where nobody knew”. He giggled and picked up the needles and scalpels. He ran
his fingers over the table where she was to lay. Running his finger down the
length of the table, in the divots pressed into the metal so the blood wouldn’t
pool under the body, instead draining off the table and into a bucket on the
floor. His dick was growing harder in anticipation. He looked around the room at
he thick concrete walls, looking at the large dried blood spatters, some so old
they were turning to powder. Well, there would be fresh blood soon enough.
He walked out of the surgery, pas the giant walk-in freezer,
through the disposal room with it’s enormous vat of acid, and into the holding
room. His very own itsy bitsy titsy was sitting on the floor, chained by her
wrists. She had her head down, possibly crying. He hoped she was. Everything
about her was perfect. Her long pale blonde braids, her huge blue eyes, the
milky white skin, and her almost non-existent 11-year-old breasts.
He wanted to hold her again. He grabbed her by the neck, forcing
her to stand up. The chain attached to her wrists behind her back was too short,
forcing her to arch her body backwards, pulling already taut skin smoother. The
way the pale, sickly yellow light shone off her sweat-damp skin and tear
streaked face made him want her again. He knelt in front of her, and kissed her
knees, her thighs, her tiny bony hips. He kissed her little white stomach, being
as tender as possible. He looked up at her, but she avoided his eyes. Obviously
last night was still far too vivid in her mind.
“Look at me.” She shook her head. “Look at me.” She shook her head
again. He gripped her jaw, hard enough to make her cry out. “Fine then. If
you’re going to be like that.” He gripped her little thighs, lifting her feet
off the floor. He didn’t care if she was ready or not. He wrapped his legs
around his waist and lifted himself up towards her. Her trying to squirm only
made him harder. He held her still and shoved his cock inside her, loving the
almost painful tightness. The sudden invasion made her yell out in pain, and
begin to cry. His thrusts became quicker and harder. He wrapped his arms around
her body, running his hands down her welted back. Reaching his peak, he dug his
fingers into her ripped flesh, causing her to scream again.
After he’d come, he pulled himself out of her raw and bruised
cavity and stood up. She slid to the floor, sitting his jiz and her own blood.
He laughed and retrieved the key from the wall. He unlocked the chains and stood
her up. He tipped her chin so he could look at her face. He laughed again,
picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
Carried her back through the basement, into the operating room. Realizing where
she was, she released a fresh wave of tears. Her friend had been here earlier.
He dropped her on the table and told her to shut up. He pushed her onto her back
and pulled her arms above her head. He belted the restraints around her wrists
and ankles. He pulled on his vinyl apron and latex gloves, snapping them as he
pulled them tight. He giggled again. The forceps in one hand and a needle in the
other, he approached the table. She fell silent as he loomed over her.
Attaching the forceps to her tiny nipple, he kissed her forehead.
“Take a deep breath.” He slid the needle through and removed the forceps. He did
the same for the other one, also leaving the needle in. He moved to the foot of
the table and pushed her knees painfully apart, while keeping her feet together.
He clamped the forceps to her tiny pubic lips and shoved the needle through. He
tapped the needle, causing her to scream again. He laughed. He picked up two of
the razor blades and told her to open her mouth. She shook her head. He wrenched
open her mouth and placed them in her mouth and instructed her to swallow them.
He picked up another blade and ran it along her ribs, cutting lines
over each of the bones. He licked the blood off her skin, moving his tongue over
the fresh cuttings. She screamed again. He giggled. He tapped the needles still
in her nipples. Her face was flushed and sweaty, and she was crying. He
continued to make random cuts all over her body. He knew the razors she had
swallowed were probably ripping apart her esophagus by now. He carved off pieces
of her cheeks, feeding one to her and eating the other himself.
He cut off her eyelids so in her last seconds she could see what he
was doing. He kissed her lips, whispered his good-bye and sliced off her tongue.
He then moved the scalpel blade to her chest, making the first branch of the Y.
He moved quickly, as he wanted to see her still beating heart. He sliced through
the layers of muscle and managed to rip apart the soft bones of her ribcage just
in time to see her heart beat on last time.
He severed the valves of her heart and pulled it from her chest
cavity. He cut a little piece off of it and stuck it in his mouth. The rest was
dropped in the bucket on the floor for later. He climbed onto the table and
straddled her body. He shoved his fingers into her eye socket and pulled out her
eye. He severed the optic nerve, detaching it from her head. After doing the
same to the other eye he threw them across the room, bouncing them off the wall.
He moved up her body so he was straddling her neck. He propped up
her head with his hands and shoved his dick into her empty eye socket. Pulling
her head towards him he began thrusting. He could feel the tip of his cock
hitting her brain. He thrust as hard as he could, busting a hole in her brain.
He came, convulsing so much that her head banged on the table. He pulled his
cock out of her head and lay down beside her. He wrapped his arms around her
mangled body and began to cry.
Copyright by Die Ministrantin (2003).