Ha! Next chapter. This one is a blend of things all involving knives :) I won't give too much away, but I do love organs so, expect some organ love.
I do appreciate comments, feedback, etc.
So, without further ado...the continuation of the tale of The Body Maker.


Chapter 2

His room had energetic lures hidden in its undercurrents so that the wandering souls of sleeping humans could stumble on his place more often. He would take them and place them into bodies he had made for “experimental” purposes. In truth he had gotten so good at making bodies on the astral, he hardly needed to experiment any longer. Each body was a work of art not only in its visual accuracy, but in its functionality.

This time though, the entity standing before him was very familiar. Much to his surprise, she had returned. The surprise not being in her seeking him out. After all, how many souls had he placed in one of his bodies and torn apart all at the whorish moans of his “victims”? Yes, he had found his fair share of humans that enjoyed his fetish, but very few had found him back.

Fascinating.

He had once had a lover who incarnated on earth recently. She would be a young adult by now. He had searched for her, and while he had suspicions that some of the humans he had encountered could be her, he was unsure. Yet this one had found her way back. This was promising, but he couldn’t be sure yet. No. He would have to draw the memories out of her if that were the case, and there was only one way to do that.

He was paused over one of his projects, scalpel hanging mid-air. The body was of a slender red-head with pale skin and splashes of freckles across her face and chest. Her flaming hair a rippling corona around her peaceful, angular face. His gaze was on the soul though, a wavering mass of energy, pearlescent in color. She watched him, and he slowly placed his scalpel on the metal cart beside him. With one finger he traced the line of the incision in the body and it closed as he followed it to its end. The body looked pristine.

He walked to the soul and guided her to the table where he took hold of the entity and placed her in the body. The eyes and mouth opened, chest rising as the first full breath was sucked in. A look of terror crossed her face as her consciousness slowly awoke to her predicament. It always happened when a soul entered a body. All memory of anything previous tended to be fuzzy or just…gone. He grabbed the cuffs he had on each corner of the table and trapped her wrists and ankles in place before she could become aware enough to escape. As he finished he looked up and saw she was watching him. Green eyes watered with anxiety, but she wasn’t struggling much, not yet. Her limbs instinctually pulled on their restraints, testing their functionality.

“Who are you?” she choked out. Her fear was making her hoarse.

He smiled and walked closer to her face. He placed a finger on his lips, “Shhhhh,” it was soft, almost inaudible. He leaned down and brushed her lips lightly with his. Almost a kiss.

Then, hovering there he whispered, “Remember, you can’t die until I say you can.”

He straightened and removed his lab coat. He was wearing a black long sleeve button up shirt, and black pants. He undid his belt and left it on a table behind him. Then he removed his shoes, and unbuttoned his shirt. He could hear her anxious breathing.

He picked up the scalpel and went up to her left side. His fingers pressed gently on the skin just below her navel. Her stomach pulsed with her rapid breathing. He placed the tip of his scalpel to her skin and her stomach sucked in to try to avoid the blade. He had anticipated this, so once her belly had caved in as far as it could go he pressed down with his hand and made a small, shallow incision.

It was only an inch long, but that was enough for what he was planning. He dug at it with the scalpel, opening it with his fingers so he could see. He had to time each cut of the blade with her body’s protesting movements. The incision went deeper, but he didn’t want to go all the way through the abdominal wall. Not yet. He felt around carefully with his fingers, cutting then feeling, cutting again and feeling, until there was only a thin film of tissue left to the wall protecting the space where her organs lay nestled and warm.

He set the scalpel back onto the cart. She was doing well. She lay there with her teeth clenched and eyes opening and squeezing shut in intervals. She was trying to control the pain. He undid his pants and slid them off, not bothering to remove his shirt, then climbed onto the table, straddling her body on all fours. She slowed her rapid breathing into a long deep rhythm as her green eyes fixed wide-eyed onto his.

“What are you…what are…?” she tried to say, but his finger pressed on her lips.
“Shhhh…no words.” He gave her a smile and eased his hips down towards her stomach. The incision was not large enough for his member, but that was the point. He pressed the head against the opening and forced it through. Blood welled up and overflowed onto her belly, running down in red rivulets onto the table.

A scream started in her throat, then raised in volume as he pressed in until it burst out of her at full-force. He tried to twist her body and flip him off, but his left hand grasped her side and squeezed, pinning her down. He could feel the flesh tear around his member, opening and swallowing him slowly until he met the thin veil of tissue. Her body heaving against the intrusion, he waited, feeling each agonized undulation push her abdomen against him in a tantalizing rhythm. Then he forced through, that thin veil he left breaking so that he slid into her unhindered. Her scream hit another pitch and she began to sob vocally against it.

He moaned, feeling his penis move between the abdominal wall and her slick entrails. Her breath was harder and faster. She was trying to control the pain again as he slowly moved in and out of the cut, but she was unsuccessful.

He leaned in close to her face again and said, “Okay, calm down a little,” she didn’t but it was probably quite a bit to ask for, “breath slower. Breath with my movement.” Her chest rattled as she tried to control it. As he slid in slowly she tried taking in a slow breath, her lungs shaking with the effort. A few thrusts in and he could tell she was getting the hang of it. Her cries were more like low croaked ‘aahhh’s that rasped forth from deep in her throat. Her face was wet with tears, but it was relaxing more.

He let go of her side, planted his hand against the table for support, and let his other hand wander over her body. His fingers moving down her chest, then over her right breast. His thumb gently passing over her aroused nipple. She squeaked out a moan of pleasure, so he circled it with the end of his thumb before moving down her side and back up again. He sped up his rhythm, feeling protein membranes break from his movements so he readjusted himself so that he was well inside her intestines. They tangled around his head, sliding over it with each thrust. He moaned again, thrusting harder, each time pushing a cry, like a hiccup, out of her. Her hiccups broke into another sob and he thought he was going to orgasm, so he stopped. He wasn’t ready to be done with this, not yet.

He slid out gently, then sat back on her pubic mound as he picked up the scalpel again. She was staring off to her left, catching her breath. Her skin slick with sweat. He pressed the blade against the soft spot directly under her sternum, then made a quick, clean incision down to just an inch above her navel. Her fists and teeth clenched but she managed to hold still. She was getting the hang of it.

The next incision was “U” shaped, with the lowest point meeting with the bottom of the last cut, and the two highest points resting under her ribs. She held her breath, toes curling, voice straining, as he went over the incisions until she had two freed flaps of flesh. He lifted them up and held them against her chest, then added a cut at the base of each flap to help them stay out of his way so they wouldn’t keep springing back on him.

They still needed to be kept out of the way, so he reached back to the cart and grabbed two large T-pins. One flap was lifted, and the pin forced in place, then the other, each pin pushed between two ribs near the sternum. The process was unexpected for her and she fought to keep her composure, but the pain worked through her attempts at control and she shuddered.

This next part would be difficult. He looked down at her exposed stomach and liver, the intestines tucked in below winding their way down into the cavity where he couldn’t see them. There was blood from his earlier invasion pooling in the spaces between. It was the liver though that would be the problem. It was a very vascular organ, making it particularly sensitive, and it was in the way. There was nothing for it though, he would have to go for it and fight her. Not that he really minded.

He reached in under the base of her sternum and grabbed the smooth, delicate organ, pulling it down, tearing the tissues and fibers that were in his way. Her back arched and wave after wave of frantic screaming filled the room. After his hand made it past the liver, he pushed down on her spine to hold her in place while his other hand found her diaphragm. Her xiphoid process would be in his way though. So, he reached over to his cart again and grabbed his bone cutters.

They snapped through the lowest two ribs against the sternum, then, reaching for the bone saw, he removed the obstructive piece. Her screaming reached a fever pitch that almost matched the screech of the saw, but he wouldn’t allow her to pass out. He kept his energetic focus on her and made sure that the body didn’t give out, ending their session early.

After the bone was moved out of the way he went back to the diaphragm, taking his scalpel and making an incision in the central tendon right above where the esophagus poked through. The muscle spasmed at the assault. He withdrew his hands, and brought his hips forward, using his fingers to keep the liver and stomach out of the way. His member found the hole he had cut and pushed through.

The air in her lungs was forced out in a low, gasping exhale. He pushed, forcing his way between the lungs until he felt her heart pulsing against his head. He moaned at the rhythm beating against his manhood. His testicles rested gently on her smooth, wet liver as he let his hips rest in the opening he made for himself. He pulled the pins holding the flaps out and the flesh fell back against him.

Gently he pulled his hips back and the pull on the diaphragm forced air back into her lungs. He could feel the swelling organs hugging his member. The air traveled through it in a pained and rugged gasp. It was a horrid, low ‘aaaahhhhhh’ that vibrated her chest.

Again, he pushed forward until he felt her heartbeat and again he pulled back feeling the swell, each sensation unique to the other and just as intoxicating. He arched his back against the pleasure as he continued his slow back and forth motion, sometimes pausing to feel her heart throb violently against his head.

His hands wandered, caressing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and watching her eyes roll back at the symphony of pleasure and pain. Her jaw was shuddering, her teeth clacking from the trauma. His hands slid up and wrapped around her throat. They pressed down gently, lingering just a moment, just long enough to feel the muscles in her chest panic, sending a jostle through her lungs and to his penis. He shuddered and let go, letting his hands drift back down her breasts which were rising and falling to his motion.

The weight of him on her stomach was causing her esophagus to work as the stomach tried to empty its contents both out of agony and out of the pressure. He felt the muscles working, undulating to push what was inside up and out. This body hadn’t eaten though, so all she could retch up was bile. Her head flinging to the side as she vomited up the yellow fluid which spattered on the table like egg yolk.

The rocking of his hips was gaining momentum and once again he felt he may release, so he pulled out before he could, bringing his need that much closer to madness. As he pulled free of her chest the yank forced air into her lungs one last time. Then he reached in with one hand and with a touch of his finger the incision he made closed itself. He took the piece of bone he had removed and put it back in its place. The fractures stitched back together and the flesh around it healed, leaving the skin pristine once again.

He took from his cart a long thin, flat blade about six inches in length. Lifting himself from her he moved down and sat on her stomach, letting the flaps of muscle fall back in place. He took one breast in his hand and lined the long blade up with the tip of her nipple, then pressed it in. Her spine arched, and she cried out again as it sunk in. He twisted it to open the wound, then removed it to do the same to the other breast.

She was back in control of her pain now. He felt it in the calm that had settled over her. Just to be sure he reached back and touched her vulva. It was drenched with her need. As he suspected, she was very into this. He smiled at her, and to his delight she didn’t smile back but instead offered a pleading look. He traced his fingers along the incisions and they closed, releasing a disappointed moan from her. Then he reached up and undid the cuffs holding her hands in place. She was too weak to struggle much after anyhow.

Then he moved his legs under her hip, placing her in her lap and raising her up to him so that her breasts were even with his face. Blood leaked out of the holes he had made in her soft, pink nipples. He lifted her by the butt and lined her entrance up with his penis, letting her down gently. She moaned a long and trembling note. His right hand remained firmly in the square of her back to keep her upright leaving his left hand to wander. His lips gently kissed the front of her neck, then worked down, tenderly nuzzling her cleavage.

The blood that had poured from her breasts had pooled at the point where their hips were joined. He smiled at the sight of it and he began to thrust again. He moved his mouth to her breast and began to lick the wound. Then he took her nipple and pinched it between his lips, licking the tip with his tongue. She cried out and her hands clasped to either side of his head. His other hand stroked her other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb and lifting the weight of it with his palm.

His mouth opened, and he took in her breast, sucking the blood out which filled his mouth. She screamed in pleasure and gripped his hair, holding his head in place. His thrusting increased in force and speed until the rhythm was fast and hard. Then he leaned forward and placed her back on the table. He reached for a drawer in the cart, not missing one beat, and pulled out a black-handled knife. Her eyes went wide for a moment, then he straightened his spine, still pounding into her, and slammed the knife into her chest.

She gasped again in pain and again as he pulled the knife out and thrust it again. The stabs coming down in no planned fashion, up and down, up and down, into her chest and stomach. Each time her body tightened from the jab, and each time her body tightened so did the muscles of her vagina. The rhythm of his blows matched the rhythm of his thrusts and each time he pulled the knife from her body blood spurted up out of her and onto him.

She was choking and coughing up blood which spattered out of her mouth and onto her face and neck. She reached up several times to stop the onslaught, but her limbs lost strength and fell to the table in awkward angles. Her hands, trembling, went to touch her wounded body, but the pain was too much so they fell to the table as well. Waves of pain and sickness caused her body to convulse, adding to his desire and the sensations between his legs.

The wild stabbing continued until finally he came. The knife lodged in her sternum, he gripped it with both hands, using it to pull himself forward. As he came, he released his energetic hold on her giving the body she was in permission to die. As his semen pulsed forth her false-life ebbed away as a rattle through her corpse.

Everything went still. Her soul was now back in her real body on earth, probably waking from what it perceived to be a bad dream. He was left alone in his lab, staring at the body she had left behind, its wide eyes staring blankly, mouth slack. She was beautiful. He leaned down and kissed her, amused at her unresponsiveness, almost tantalized by her unchanged expression after his own expression of love. He kissed her again, and drew her up to him, holding her bloody body against him, feeling the warmth leave her, and feeling her slack weight. He would see her again, he was sure of it.