Lotus Flower
Corpses of the hanged Asian females dangled on the ropes from the ceiling
beam like pieces of meat. Dr. Wang knew they all were illegal Chinese immigrants
brought here by the slave trading gangs. It appeared that these females either
had no money to pay for their freedom or the police was onto the gang. To
eliminate the witnesses, the gangsters forced women and young girls to strip
naked and hanged them en masse using a bench or crates. The floor was slippery
with fecal matter and the smell was terrible, but Wang smelled it all before and
he started to clinically inspect each hanging body. He studied faces, neck,
breasts and genitals and turned the hanging bodies to get a better feel of their
cold flesh. Each corpse was carefully photographed from every angle before it
was cut down. In the morgue, Wang waited until the bodies were washed clean and
photographed the necks of the dead. Then he removed the ropes from the neck and
photographed the necks again. He sorted the bodies and put the young girls on
one big table and the bodies of women on the other. The bodies of the hanged
were surprisingly light, like rag dolls. Wang approached a dead young girl and
turned her head from side to side. She was a pretty thing, no more than 12, and
her face looked peaceful. Her neck was elongated and her skin was smooth and
cold. Wang opened girl’s mouth and inspected her tongue. It was still moist.
Wang kissed the dead girls mouth and vagina and walked to another corpse. This
was a nice female, about 30. She had full breasts and good body. Her neck was
slightly twisted by the rope and her purplish face was frozen in agony of
strangulation. Wang could only imagine how this woman died. If someone filmed
the hangings, they could sell them for good money to snuff movie collectors.
Wang himself had a collection of real snuff films, but they were copies from
police files given to him by his policeman friend. Wang began to perform the
autopsies. He opened each dead female’s stomach, removed the intestines,
kidneys, liver and heart and sealed some of the organs in the alcohol for
medical study. Rolls of intestines he placed into a plastic bucket and dumped
them into the garbage. Finished, he washed his hands and drove home to change
for evening’s relaxation. He decided to visit the Lotus Flower, a special
pleasure joint operated by the Triad. He was searched, his special ID checked
and he was brought into a selection room where he could choose a girl to have
sex with. Wang was aware that beside a regular service, the Lotus Flower catered
to men who liked to kill girls after sex. Young girls from the slums usually
were their victims and Wang wondered if he should try something like this. He
chose a Laotian teenager who did anything he asked. She swallowed his cum and he
sat on top of her, placing his hands around her neck. He massaged her throat and
squeezed it until she nearly passed out. When he was done, he went to a sauna,
where on a TV screen, the members were shown a scene from a snuff film made by
another gang. In the movie, a kidnapped Korean model was brutally and slowly
garroted after several forced blowjobs. She gurgled and thrashed with sperm on
her face for several long minutes until she died. More men came on her face
after she was dead and her body was shown dragged to a pit and dumped there.
Wang bought a young girl from the gang for one thousand dollars, but instead of
killing her, he took her to his home and cleaned her up. Girl’s name was Lin Tao
and she had no one to whom he could return her. Wang fed her and washed her in
the shower. He took her to his bed, where they had sex and he taught her how to
please the man. Five years later, when Lin Tao Turned 17, Wang married her and
had two children. Each time he went to bed with his young wife, Wang loved to
squeeze her neck, and Lin Tao played strangulation games with him, gurgling and
pretending to be dead. She was a good cock sucker and Wang enjoyed watching how
she took his big dick into her small mouth and how her lips stretched around it.
Wang was glad to save Lin Tao’s life. She was a good choice. But Wang never
forgot the bodies of the unfortunate females who died. He enjoyed their bodies
as well. After all he loved life just as much as he loved death.
Copyright by J. Sol (2004).