As the final flakes of skin drifted down onto the bed, Sally got up and said “So, let’s see about that rib cage, shall we?”

Carissa shook her head. “Not so fast. There’s still a small bit of wrapping paper left.” She spread her legs wide, revealing the few square inches of skin still surrounding her pussy and asshole.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Sally laughed. Grabbing one of the pillows, she sat down Indian-style at the foot of the bed.

“Could you lift your ass for me so I can put this under you?” she asked.

“Oh, I’ll do you one better,” Carissa said, raising her legs up and folding herself in two until she could hook them behind her shoulders, crossing her ankles behind her head.

“Woah, how have you never told you were this flexible before? Think of all the things we could have done!” Sally exclaimed.

“Oh, I think we’ll have plenty of time for that still,” Carissa smiled. “And yes, there’s a lot about me you still don’t know and I promise you we’re going to sit down and fix that very soon. But not now. For now, let’s just focus on having fun.”

“Works for me,” Sally said and she bent down towards Clarissa’s pussy. Tuning the pen to its shortest setting, she started using it almost like a razor blade, meticulously cutting away all the surrounding skin, the labia majora, and the skin around her asshole right up until the point where transitioned into the inside of her colon.

“Do you mind if I let you keep your pussy lips?” she asked, stretching out one of Carissa’s labia minora before letting it spring back into place. “They’re so fun to play with, and it doesn’t really look like normal skin anyway.”

“Oh, all right,” Carissa chuckled. I suppose it’s not really covering anything anyway.”

“Well, almost nothing,” Sally said as she positioned the tip of the pen against the top of Carissa’s clitoral hood. “But we’ll soon fix that.”

The red light turned on an as the younger girl moved the pen forward the skin around Clarissa’s clit split in two, before being removed altogether once Sally drew a ring around the base. She pulled the loose bit of flesh away, fully unveiling Carissa’s clitoris. You could even see the part where it split in two. After a little bit of extra cutting to round off the top edges of the pussy lips, she sat back and admired her work.

“Well, Miss Thornton, I do believe you have been completely flayed. You might even say you’ve been given the full Bolton.”

“Heh, now that you mention it. Though I’d rather have you do it than Ramsey any day of the week.”

“Well, it’s nice to know I rank above a lunatic psychopath.”

“Don’t be so quick to judge: I’m sure there are tons of people who would call you one for getting rid of all your organs.”

“Said the woman who’s currently almost nothing but organs.”

“Okay, so we’re all crazy,” Carissa shrugged. “As long as you’re my psychopath.”

Sally crawled up to Carissa’s face and gave her a long deep kiss. “Wouldn’t trade you for anyone else.”

“Good,” Carissa smiled. She grabbed her girlfriend by the shoulders and pushed her up a little. “Now, how about we get rid of this useless thing?” she said, knocking against her rib cage.

“More than happy to.” She put the pen against the woman’s left bottom rib, right at the edge of the remaining meat at her side. She lasered through each rib in turn, then switched to the other side and cut through those as well. Putting away the pen, she grabbed one rib on each side, lifted the series of bones out in one piece and let it clatter to the floor. Carissa looked up from her innards into Sally’s eyes and held out her hand. When the younger girl placed hers into it, Carissa guided it down, squeezing in between her lungs and guiding Sally’s hand until it clasped her heart. The girl could feel it beating in her hand.

“This whole ‘present’ thing wasn’t just an excuse to have you come over, you know. My heart is yours now. I hope you’ll treat it well; I’ve never given it to anyone else.”

Sally smiled, her eyes getting a little watery. She raised her hand, bringing the heart out from behind the lungs. Leaning down, she placed her lips on it and gave the heart a soft, slow kiss. She felt it flutter against her fingertips. “I’ll try my hardest to keep it safe. And I hope you know that mine is yours as well – even if it’s currently in a lab somewhere.”

She gently put the heart back in its place before wrapping her arms tightly around the prone woman. They lay in an embrace for several minutes.

“Okay, okay, enough with this mushy stuff,” Carissa said, a slight note of emotion still apparent in her voice. “It’s time for you to play with your present.” She moved her head so that her mouth was right next to Sally’s ear and whispered huskily “Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” Sally said. She gave Carissa a quick peck on the lips, then one on her plastic chin. Slowly moving down the flayed woman’s body, she gave it a little kiss every few inches, pressing her lips to Carissa’s windpipe, lung, heart, stomach, intestines and finally her exposed clitoris. Rather than moving on, she sucked the little organ between her lips, gently exerting pressure with them and teasing the tip with her tongue. As Carissa started moaning loudly, the younger girl slid her hand between the woman’s entrails, gently squeezing whenever she wrapped her hand around something. Her right hand, meanwhile, made its way to Carissa’s pussy and slipped three fingers inside with barely any resistance. Sally started moving them in and out slowly, quickly ramping up to a faster pace. After letting her pinky join her other three fingers, Sally started rotating her hand a little on each stroke, gradually loosening up Carissa’s hole. After a minute or so, she formed her hand into a wedge shape and plunged all five fingers into the skinless woman’s depths, her fingertips bumping into the cervix. Carissa’s moans raised in pitch at that, her cries coinciding with the rhythm of Sally’s hand slamming into her back wall as she slowly picked up the pace again.

Noticing the slight shift in her girlfriend’s intestines every time she hit home, Sally grabbed some of them and started pulling them out of the way over the side until she had a clear view.

“Hey, look at this: you can totally see my hand inside of your vagina,” she said.

Carissa lifted herself up onto her elbows and looked down. There was an unmistakable bulge in the tube between her pussy and her uterus, which grew even bigger when Sally extended her fingers, turning the pink cylinder into a cone. She flexed her fingers a few times, causing the tube to expand and contract as she did so.

“Hm, stretchy,” she said, “but I think we can do better.”

Sally placed her outstretched left hand against her right arm and slid it into Carissa’s pussy alongside the other one, well past the wrist. Once it was all the way inside, she started pulling her wrists apart, slowly gaping open Carissa’s labia further and further until there was a 4-inch gap between them. At the same time, she spread all ten of her finger wide, stretching the bottom of Carissa’s vagina over 10 inches in diameter. With the older woman’s sex sprawled open like this it was easy to see inside. Even Carissa’s cervix was dilated almost 5 inches, giving Sally an unrestricted view all the way to the back of her womb.

“Hey look,” said Sally, “I can see your fallopian tubes.”

“Mmm,” Carissa moaned. “More. Stretch me wider.”

“With pleasure,” Sally smiled, and worked her fingers one by one into the ring of Carissa’s cervix, keeping it stretched as the vagina contracted back into a wide cylinder. With the woman’s birth canal already stretched well past the point of offering any resistance, all Sally had to do to plunge her hands into Carissa’s womb was to lean forward a little. Her fingers traced the walls of the prone woman’s uterus, visible as small moving bulges from the outside. It didn’t take her long to locate the entrances to Carissa’s fallopian tubes, and she slipped the tips of her middle fingers inside. Moving her hands deeper until her index and ring fingers touched at the very back of the womb, she buried her middle fingers deeper and deeper, causing the tiny tubes to expand to over half an inch in thickness, until her fingertips emerged from between the fimbriae.

“Look,” Sally said to the other woman as she wiggled them around. “I’m touching your ovaries.”

Carissa reached down, touching her own fingertips to Sally’s. “Well, don’t stop now,” she said with a coy smile.

Sally raised an eyebrow before drawing back her index fingers and started worming them in alongside the other two. With increasing effort, her ring and pinky finger joined in as well. With an impish smile, Sally tucked her thumbs between the other fingers and shoved forward with all her might. Carissa’s sex clung to the hands for several seconds, stretching almost half a foot before they burst free from the open ends and clasped around Carissa’s hands.

“How does it feel to have your fallopian tubes fisted?”

“Wonderful. But now my cunt is awfully empty…”

“And what, pray tell, do you propose I do about that? As you can see, my hands are a little busy.”

“Oh, you’re a clever girl. I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

Sally cast her eyes around the bedroom, but didn’t see anything that would come in handy. Looking down at her own body, she suddenly had an idea. “So, you want to be stretched, huh? Move down to the edge of the bed for me and I’ll see what I can do.”

The two pushed themselves to the foot of the bed, which was a little awkward with Sally still embedded elbow-deep in Carissa’s womanhood. In the end, she managed to lower her legs to the ground and got to her feet as the older woman inched across the sheets until her ass was right at edge of the mattress.

Sally lifted her right leg, bending it until her heel rested against her ass, and positioned the knee between her arms at the entrance to Carissa’s vagina.

“Are you ready for this?”

“Oh, fuck yes.”

The younger girl leaned forward, her leg sinking several inches inside. She pulled back and thrust her hips again.

“Oh, fuck!”

And again.

“Yes!”

And again, faster this time.

“Fuck!”

Sally could feel Carissa’s cervix brush against her knee on each of her strokes now.

“Fuck me!”

As she pulled out, Sally withdrew her arms as well. The tightly-stretched fallopian tubes held on the her wrists, though, and she pulled Carissa’s birth canal out between her legs before her next thrust plunged it right back in again.

Carissa had lost all self-control at this point, and her flayed hands were squeezing organs at random as her legs quivered uncontrollably.

“Fuck, I’m almost there!”

The prone woman’s sopping wet vagina and womb were being pushed and pulled in and out of the opening between her legs like a rubber glove as Sally sped up the tempo even further.

“Fuck… fuck… fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!”

Sensing that Carissa was close to her orgasm, Sally quickly pulled out her leg and arms completely, bent over and rammed her empty head into the gaping opening, spreading the opening even wider than it already was. Carissa’s pussy lips stretched over her eyes, her nose and finally her chin before they limply closed over her neck.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk!” Carissa cried out as she came.

Sally could feel the muscles of the woman’s vagina and cervix spasming against her neck. There was a particularly strong contraction when she gave the inside of the uterus a lick.

Feeling the oxygen running out, she put her hands against Carissa’s legs and pulled her head back out. She looked at the woman who lay there panting, her lungs expanding and contracting in deep breaths.

“Did you like that?” Sally asked.

Carissa chuckled. “Fuuuuck.”

“I’ll take that as a yes. Ready for round two?”

“Oh, I’m not sure my pussy could take much more right now.”

“Not to worry; I wasn’t thinking about your pussy.”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, you did ask me to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I think I’ve got an idea how. I’m going to need you to remove your head, though.”

Carissa reached behind her ear, pressing the small button that was there. With a small click, the front half of her transparent skull separated along the seam that ran all the way around the head, just in front of the ears, and sprang up a fraction of an inch. With a bit of gentle pressure, she pushed her eyeballs out of their sockets and back into her cranial cavity before carefully lifting off the transparent shell. Sliding her fingers along the top of her cerebrum, she cupped her hand behind her brain and lifted it up and out of the back half of the plastic container, which she pulled out of the way with her other hand.

At this point Sally jumped in, cradling her hands beneath Carissa’s. The older woman pulled her hand away, handing control of her brain over to Sally, who carefully guided it to the side, arranging the eyeballs so they faced Carissa’s neck hole. She sat down next to it, her legs drawn up against her chest – or, rather, her lack of one – and stuck her thumbs into Carissa’s windpipe. She pulled them apart, causing the woman’s throat to gape open in an oblong shape. Scooching her left foot forward, she inserted the first two toes between her thumbs. With a bit of effort, she stretched Carissa’s neck even wider and managed to worm in all of her toes.

Pulling out her thumbs, she hooked her hands under Carissa’s armpits, using them as leverage to keep the woman’s body in place while she pushed her foot forward, which sank in fairly easily. There was more resistance when she got to her heel, but through some persistent application of pressure she finally managed to squeeze it in.

Sally watched the bulge in Carissa’s windpipe travel steadily downward as her calf disappeared into her girlfriend. Reaching the bottom of the oesophagus, she felt her foot enter Carissa’s stomach. She wiggled her foot around, trying to find the exit until her big toe caught in the hole at the bottom. With no fingers to help her, it was a good deal more difficult to get the rest of her toes in as well. After struggling for a good minute or so, Sally started to notice a slight burning sensation on her skin. Having no desire to have her foot dissolved, Sally thrust her leg forward, jamming it in up to the knee, which provided sufficient force for her foot to pop through the hole and into Carissa’s intestines.

With the hard part over, Sally just had to keep pulling her girlfriend’s body up her leg, almost like a pair of pants. Carissa’s neck was stretched unnaturally around her thighs as she moved her foot this way and that, trying to straighten out the woman’s bowels. When the top of Carissa’s neck was just inches from her pussy, Sally’s foot was still nowhere near the end. The girl leaned forward, wrapped her hands around the guts stretched around her ankle and started trying to pull them upwards. It was a bit like trying to get her leg into a particularly slippery stocking. Progress was slow, but Sally was determined, and inch by inch her foot travelled further down Carissa’s digestive system. It took the better part of five minutes, but Sally’s hard work paid off. With a final push, her toes emerged from Carissa’s asshole into the open air, soon followed by the rest of her foot. Carissa’s labia clung tightly to her ankle. Sally was amazed by how her leg went all the way through the prone woman’s body. Satisfied, she lay down, grabbed the brain of the woman that was impaled on her leg and started rubbing against her folds.

“Bet you haven’t been fucked like that before,” she said, even though she knew the other woman couldn’t hear her. She was getting aroused, and once her clitoris swelled and her clitoral hood retracted, she wasted no time in smooshing the brain against the little nub. Thanks to Carissa’s earlier striptease show and the act of flaying her, Sally was already dripping wet; she could feel the puddle soaking into the bed sheets between her legs. Grabbing the two bouncing orbs attached to Carissa’s grey matter, she angled them towards her face so that she could look the woman straight in the eyes as she rode her brain.

Without the rest of her face, it was impossible to judge Carissa’s expression, but Sally imagined an amused smile. Keeping her eyes firmly locked on the ones across from her, Sally moved the brain up and down faster and faster, small whimpers escaping unnoticed from her throat. Her hand reached a furious pace until with a loud cry she pulled the brain away from her womanhood, juices gushing out from her pussy and showering Carissa’s brain in cum. It took her a while to compose herself and for the adrenaline rush to calm down a little.

Once it did, she was aware of a rhythmic squeezing feeling around her ankle, which was now covered in liquid. It appeared Sally hadn’t been the only one to enjoy that little display. Leaning down, she pressed a kiss to each of Carissa’s eyeballs before giving her brain a long and sensual lick, tasting her own juices on her tongue.

“Right, let’s get you up and running again, huh?”

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A quarter of an hour later, Carissa was sitting up on the bed. Her brain was back in its protective casing, and her torso wrapped in saran wrap to keep her innards from spilling out.

“You know what I just noticed?” asked Sally. “My lower leg is completely hairless now. Would you mind opening back up? I could save a lot of time on shaving this way.”

Carissa laughed. “Why don’t we save that for another time? I think right now I could do with a nap.”

“But it’s only eleven o’ cloooo–” a big yawn cut off the end of her sentence. She smiled sheepishly. “Okay, maybe I am a little tired after all that.”

Carissa slipped under the covers and held them open, patting on the bed next to her. Sally joined her.

“Ew. Give me the side with all the wet spots, eh?”

“It’s your own fault,” said Carissa, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “But I’m sure you’ll survive.”

The two soon drifted together, arms locked in a tight embrace.