Dangerous Game: Simple Surgery

More gasps and soft whispers. It came as no surprise to Asa and hers any more. Though, it was a curious thing, that no matter how many times they would perform, no matter the number of the crowd, there were always a good few who were forever taken aback by Monroe and his sexuality as he was. A breathtakingly gorgeous creature was he, with his slight and ever petite frame. It was no wonder that he was forever mistaken for female. The way that he carried himself, the way in which he spoke--his tone forever soft and soothing. A beauty beyond compare, it was a sin that such grace and classic beauty was in that of the form of a man.

With both her hands Cidy reached for the cloth that covered, still, Monroe's erect phallus, taking a firm hold of it as she gave it a swift yank, revealing his full length to any a spectating eye. She shivered slightly despite herself, cursing the fact that such an endowment be given to one that 'played for the other team.' and yet, here he was, and here he would be, submitting to Asa'a every whim, seemingly all too eager to accept whatever it was that she had to give. She envied Asa for that, always able to have her way as she did. It was a sin and a shame, to say the very least. No matter; her own time would come soon enough, of that she was sure. And so she did her part, offering up her hand now to the full bodied vixen that took up her offered hand and mounted both the gurney and the patient, straddling Monroe across his waist. And it was only as Asa was up and comfortably in her place that Cidy took a generous step back and rounded the gurney about its foot as she made her way back to stand again before the monitor that measured Monroe's every breath and beat of his heart. Here is where she would remain from here on out, simply a spectator to the events as they'd unfold.

Up and over Monroe now, Asa shifted herself into place as she could feel her bare warmth as it rubbed against his erection, keeping it at its fully engorged length and girth as she continued to make the initial Y incision across his chest and about the length of his torso. She watched his long, dark lashes as they fluttered beyond his control, his eyes his only way of communication. It was just the way she wanted him, sedated to the point of his being able to feel, without his being able to react to what all would be done onto him by her hand. He was powerless beneath her, and she was free to have him as she chose.

Once the initial incision had been made, Asa was careful to trace over it once again with the sharpened blade of the scalpel, then a third time for good measure. It was important that there be no stone left unturned before she proceeded on to the following step. There would be no margin for error in what all she was going to do.

Lifting her slightly bloodied fingers into the air, Asa snapped for the assistance of the 'other nurse' who was quick to come to her aid, knowingly taking up and placing in the pit of her palm the first in a series of small clamps that would be used to pinch and to fold back the skin, to keep the incision open.

One after another, Cidy continued to feed the small scissor-shaped clamps into the hand of the all too eager Asa, watching as, with surgical precision, she placed them about his skin, creating, in all respects, a pattern that was almost euphoric in its simple, papillion shape. Now he was open to the eyes of the watching world, his heart beating rhythmically beneath the protection of his sternum, though its pace was quick to increase as Asa reached again for the table, taking up something to carve that protective plate away.

Without so much as a epithetical nerve in her body, Asa cut away the bone that served as a shield to the precious organ beneath, allowing it to rest with ease atop the rhythmically beating organ as she carefully set the instrument aside, freeing up both her hands so that they both may be used to their full potential. She could feel him throbbing beneath her, her own heart pounding within her chest as she could see it in her minds eye just as clearly as she could see his now, beating at the same swift and rhythmic pace. Even though he could not speak, his heart spoke volumes in place of his voice, screaming at her the yearnings of his body sedated.

Reaching back with both her hands, she placed the heels of her palms atop either calf of the platform boots that she wore, giving herself an easy upwards push as she arched her taunt tummy forward, and her small chest up and out. it was a simple enough balancing act as she shift and adjusted herself above him, swooning as the head of his phallus slipped across her exposed, wet center and brushed the sensitive extension that was her clit. Quiet as it might have been, Asa allowed herself only the briefest of gasps in reaction to the sudden stroke of pleasure. There was such relief in that accidental brush of sensitive and exposed flesh that it caused her every hair to stand on end and her skin to prickle with the sudden rush of a chill up the length of her much exposed spine. However, gratifying as that in itself may have felt, there was still a great deal more that had yet to come.

Using only the pleasure driven gyrations of her hips, Asa worked the length of Monroe's erection into her womb, uttering a softened sigh once she'd felt him slip inside her. Slowly she rose up and onto her knees before gradually lowering herself back down his extended length, feeling him as he was eased deeper into her warmth, his perfect girth rubbing the sensitivity of her sickened inner walls as his very tip found its place against the small, round spot of flesh hidden deep within her womb that brought her to breaths to quicken as it was stroked. Already she wanted to scream out against the pleasure that, for every sense, triggered a sensation.

However, greedy as Asa wished to be, there was still another in need of stimulation. And so her hands went to work, careful in the way in which she lowered careful fingers into the open patient that lay beneath her, to the horror of the watching crowd, where gasps echoed off of the walls of stone and whispers started from all sides. With a soft whimper and a pleasured moan, Asa used her blood-submerged hand to reach for the organ she'd so skillfully exposed, taking it into palm as she began to massage it accordingly, speeding up its rhythmic beat, causing more blood to pump to his every appendage and his phallus to be engorged only that much more within her.

Gradually the pace in which she rode him increased, her dark, upswept curls bouncing at her back as she moaned and panted with his every unconscious plunge into her person. Her fingers, cautious as they might have been, caressed and stroked and stimulated the beating muscle as her head dropped back in ecstasy. His climax was oncoming, despite his otherwise motionless state. She could feel it in the way that he throbbed within her, faster, faster and harder.

His eyes dart wildly beneath sedation closed lids as he could feel her tight, wet opening wrapped around him, squeezing and clenching him accordingly with every descent of her hips. Such punishment, he knew, was unnatural and yet greater than any opiate that he could ingest. Her body was like a machine in the way that it worked, merciless and unrelenting, so much so that he was sure that his heart within her hands would explode before she'd finished with him. And yet, the harder that she drove him, the closer that he felt to his reaching his climax. Hotter and hotter, he could feel the increase of his bodies temperature as it was rising at a fevered pace, as if it was liquid fire that coursed through his veins in the place of blood. Somewhere in the distance he could hear the infernal beeping of the monitors that were attached to his heart. So very close to death, he could feel it; so very close that he couldn't help but to wonder if, in fact, she'd notice if he did--expire--beneath her. Already his mind was beginning to blur, everything blanketed in a thick and fuzzy haze. It was--incredible!

Asa cried out as she felt him explode inside of her, both her hands quick to release his still beating heart as she dropped her head back with her release. Breathless as she was panting hard, small bursts of light still flashing before her very eyes. Never before had she felt anything like what it was she felt now. It was amazing, this feeling, so much so that her selfish state of mind still wished that the moment had not yet end. But it had, and there were sighs of it having ended all around her. In his own great explosion, he had filled her to her brim, so much so that she'd need not move to feel herself overflow as it spilled out around his length that remained deep within her, soaking both his own legs and the gurney that lay beneath them both. All of that, and there was something else...

All around her the crowd was silent, still as the grave at the witching hour. She'd left the lot of them, as it seemed, without so much as a breath amongst them; not a single hand of applause or a mummer of any kind. All of them were listening, just listening to the monitor as the sound of the patient's heart flat-lined. The tone of the monitor was deafening in its sound, its only accompaniment being that of Asa's breaths, shallow in the way that they echoed throughout the hollow of the arena.

Asa stifled a sob as she was slow to draw her head up and forward, her body already beginning to tremble beyond her own control. Every inch of her was shaking, and her sights were clouded with tears.

High above them, the lights that had lit their place of performance dropped to black, leaving nothing but the sound, that horrible, deafening sound...

Asa sat crouched on the floor, her body nervously bouncing as she only half watched as a pair of paramedics passed her by, the bright lights of their vehicle flashing just outside the building's door. It had been some time now, since she'd dismounted Monroe and the gurney had been pulled out and away from the area. She'd hadn't bothered to clean herself up, her hands still bloody from the act, with smudges of his blood scattered about here and there all about her person. But it was as she finally heard soft mummers from the back that she'd finally snapped out of her daze, leaning forward and past the timid Cidy who stood at her side, the both of them looking down the short stretch of hall to from where the voices had come. Asa watched as the doors finally opened up and out came the two medics, pulling and pushing the stretcher that carried Monroe; their mistress lagging a few feet behind.

"Liric," Asa breathed as she leapt up from where she'd been crouched, racing down what remained of the hall to get to the stretcher's side.

"Wait!" it was the voice of their mistress that spoke out, calling for the medics to stop where they stood, to give Asa a final moment with the patient.

"Liric?" she whispered again as she reached out a hand to the beauty that lay out on the stretcher, his doll-like face so serene in the way that he was relaxed. It was at the sound of her voice; however, that he stirred, his dark lashes fluttering as he was slow to open his eyes to look up at her, managing a feeble sweetheart's smile. Her fingers stroking at his cheek, Asa kept her voice low. "I did good, didn't I?" she whispered.

His smile deepening somewhat, Monroe closed his eyes again, still unable to move too much. "Never a disappointment," was all that he could manage as he was slow to open his eyes again. Somehow he managed a reassuring wink that set her face alight. And thought it wasn't much, it'd seemed to have been enough as she leaned in close to him, her soft lips brushing an inch of his pale cheek as she whispered words that only he could hear.

With words whispered, Asa stood upright and gave a nod, watching the paramedics as they continued on their way out of the door and into the night with her dearest Monroe in tow. Closing her eyes Asa breathed a sigh of great relief before she tossed back what dark locks of hers had fallen from their place. she was a pretty little mess, this striking nymph of a nurse; upswept locks tussled and out of place, blood about her uniform and the bittersweet mixture of both her liquids and his that spilled from the warmth between her thighs and down the lengths of both legs. Rolling her eyes and scoffing, Asa tapped her toe impatiently against the floor as she reached up and plucked from the thick and upturned brim of her hat a lolly, discarding its wrapper to the floor without a care and popping the sweet candy between her lips as she halfheartedly muttered a complaint of her need of a shower.

Cidy watched Asa as she made her way down the hall and away from all the excitement; through the dressing area, where she disappeared to where the showers lay. Slowly she shook her head, still unbelieving of all the nights events, she could only stand there in a mixture of muted awe and curious wonder as she reached to pull the pins from her own costumes hat and pulled the piece from atop her head, shaking free the upswept locks of blonde she'd managed to tuck beneath it. "It's so easy for her," she whispered with a bit of a laugh. "To turn it on and off like that..."

Taking a small step forward, Taylor gave a nod as she pulled from both her hands the gloves that were bloody and used; the very gloves she'd worn while mending up Monroe. "You envy them, don't you?" she asked, a knowing smile across her lips.

Blushing, Cidy nodded. "Yes--well, sort of. How much they can endure and how far the both of them can go. They're naturals for the Game," she said, her subtle mixture of blonde and brunette lashes slow to bet as she ran a hand of careful fingers through her hair. "I feel the need to press myself to go further, as if I have more to learn, when I'm the one who's supposed to be teaching them!"

With a nod, Taylor understood as she extended long fingers towards her sweet intern, touching gently at her cheek, and smiling all the more as the blossomed beauty turned her head to nuzzle into her mistress' hand and kiss the fingers that petted her. "Come with me," she said, an ominous light in her eye. "Let us go and work on your tolerance."