Northern Lights - Part 1: Scalpels and Snow

By CYN

Copyright © 2002 – All Rights Reserved

Part 1 – Scalpels and Snow

“Snowing again, huh?” Dr. Halvorsen had entered the conference room and looked out the large picture window. Only the dullest of natural light was being let in by the enormous windows. “What else can one expect in this climate at this time of year?” He shook his head.

It was his morning departmental staff meeting at Toorangheim State Hospital for the Far Northlands Region. The staff gathered every morning for coffee and fresh fritters while Dr. Halvorsen read off the schedule of the upcoming day’s procedures. The meeting usually took about fifteen minutes and, surprisingly, almost everyone looked forward to them. It was a time to exchange gossip, family news, to rehash the latest happening at the clinic.

Dr. Halvorsen set down his coffee in front of his chair, selected a fritter from the basket and seated himself. He made some chitchat with various staff members, took a large bite out of the fritter, a big gulp of coffee and began to read from the computer generated sheet in front of him.

When he reached the end, he took another bite of the fritter, another large gulp of coffee and smiled at the assembled people. “As you can see, ladies and gentlemen, we have a very full schedule today. Very full.” He looked from face to face around the circular table. “Are there any questions?”

The youngest woman in the group slowly raised her hand. “Yes, Dr. Maattisen.”

“Sir, um…who is going to assist you…well, who is going to assist with the Class A today, sir?”

“Ah, yes! The Class A.” Everyone chuckled. He looked at his sheet and scratched his head. He flipped the sheet over and stroked his chin. “Well, doctor, it seems that the Class A is not listed on the sheet.” He looked right at her. “Are you sure there is a Class A scheduled for today.”

“Oh, yes sir. I am certain there is. The Class A Room is occupied.”

“Is it now? Well, then I guess there is a Class A scheduled.” He gave a fatherly smile to the young doctor. “I therefore think you should assist me, doctor, since you were the one to bring the problem to my attention.” He stood. “Thank you all and have an interesting day.”

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“Is this your first time, Kaarita?”

Dr. Kaarita Maattisen nodded. “And I am very nervous, too.”

“There ia nothing to be nervous about. Absolutely nothing! This one is not all that much different from the Class Bs or the Class Cs…or even the Class Ds.”

“Yes, but it is so…so…um…well, it is so complete…and final.”

“Yah? So? What difference does it make? You are a surgeon and you are doing a surgical procedure. That is all.”

“I suppose so. I will just have to do my best. I have just never assisted Dr. Halvorsen before and it has gotten me a little unnerved.”

“Do not worry a bit. He is such a real pussy cat.”

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Kaarita was standing in the brightly lit corridor outside the light blue door with the notation “Class A” stenciled on it. She opened the sealed plastic envelope she carried, removed the card access key and entered. The lighting in the room was very subdued and it took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust.

She saw the darkly handsome young man in the bed. His head was facing the blank wall next to him. His body seemed massive and the white sheet covering him seemed to be emitting an almost eerie glow.

“Good morning.” He turned his head slowly to look at her when she spoke. “You are Luigi Bonaventura Cantelli?”

“Buon giorno, signorina. Si. Son io.”

“Do you speak English?”

He spoke slowly and deliberately, as if it were necessary for him to think out every word and translate it from the Italian, “Yes, I do. It is required, is it not?”

She smiled at him and nodded. “Yes, for the last ten years…in this part of the world at least.”

“You are here for…?”

“I will be assisting Dr. Halvorsen this morning. I am Dr. Maattisen.”

“Ah! A beautiful lady dottore. Bellisima! Brava!”

“Thank you.” Kaarita looked down at the floor for a second – she blushed. “I am here to make the final preparations for your procedure.”

“Si. Certo. My procedure. My procedure finale.”

She nodded while continuing to stare at his exceedingly handsome face. “It has been noted that you have been prepped already. Correct?”

“Si…I mean, yes. I have been prepped.”

“May I see?”

“Of course. Nothing there is that I can do.” He smiled an ironic smile and she returned it with a warm smile of her own.

Dr. Maattisen walked to the side of the bed and gently removed the sheet that covered the prostrate man. His right wrist was shackled to the strong bed frame and his upper arms held immobile by a series of slings and straps. His left arm was held in a different way because below the elbow, his arm appeared to have been amputated. She estimated that his stump was about five centimetres in length. A belt around his waist kept his body flat against the bed. Similar devices were also used to keep his legs in a fixed, immobile position.

She did a cursory examination of the rest of his body, noting tattoos, scars, body hair etc. She was very curious, however, about his missing arm. “How did you lose your arm, Mr. Cantelli?”

“I no lose it. They cut it off.” He smiled at her, hoping she would respond to his little joke. “An accidente with a motor bike when I am eight. I steal it. I am a little crazy…and a stupid kid. And call me Luigi, per favore…it is my name.”

“All right, Luigi. If you wish.” Dr. Maattisen leaned down to inspect the surgical outcome of the removal of his arm. She lifted the stump slightly and gently touched the end of it with her probing fingers. The young man gasped as her hand touched and rubbed the end of the severed limb. “I’m sorry. I know my hands are very cold.”

“It not that. It just that my stump is very sensitivo.”

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?”

Luigi shook his head and grinned. “No. No. It not that kinda sensitivo. I mean it does not hurt. It just that…that it a big…well, let me just say that it a big, big…uh…it make me very sexy feeling…when someone…touch my arm stump.”

“Really?”

Luigi nodded. “My wife love my arm stump. She rub it all the time and I feel so good and I get so hard and so, so sexy. She say that she love it even more than my cock. She love that too. That why me and my wife has five kids.” He emitted a quick laugh that seemed to die in his throat and then rapidly turned to tears.

Dr. Maattisen reached for a tissue from the box on the metal shelf over the bed. She dabbed his tearing eyes. She looked down at his arm remnant again. “It must have been hard for a young boy like you to get along with only one arm.”

“Not really. Kids change very quick. And I am so surprise to see how many of my friends like my stubby arm after it heal. I like it too. I like it a lot.” He tried to look at the scarred end of his arm. “They all like to touch it and it make me feel real good. Then sometime we beg for money and show my cut off arm and people give us money.” He flexed the nub below the elbow a few times. Kaartia noticed the muscles in his upper arm contract and lengthen. She felt strange – not bad strange but good strange. Like she suddenly developed a light headache and her muscles began to feel stretched and slightly achy and a little weak. It suddenly dawned on her that she was getting aroused at the sight of this gorgeous man and how he was manipulating his mutilated arm – how he was moving the short below the elbow stump with regularity and how erotic she found the whole process.

“I like it too,” she said softly, not believing that she had actually let the words slip out of her mouth.

The man smiled at her and she was almost overwhelmed at the beauty of his smile and how sunny his whole disposition seemed to become. It was like a sudden burst of sparkling, brilliant Mediterranean sunlight flooding the room.

Kaarita felt her face getting quite hot and knew she was blushing. She replaced the sheet over the man…over Luigi, leaving only his head exposed. Suddenly she got a mental image of draping a corpse with a covering. She worked hard to try to dispel this image. What a silly thought. Luigi was not going to die – at least not today. He was only going to have minor surgery – he was going to be altered. That is all! He would be fine – except for the removal of certain organs. “Have you been given any medication this morning?”

“Si. Some big guy give me a shot of something after he shave me.”

“That was trioxymin…a muscle relaxant and mild sedative.”

“Si…sedative.”

“Have you eaten anything this morning, Mr. Cantelli…uh…Luigi?”

The patient shook his head slightly.

“Good.”

Luigi looked up at her again and smiled that brilliant radiant smile of his. It warmed Kaarita. “You have beautiful, beautiful hair, dottore.”

“Thank you.”

“You are from here?”

“Yes, I was born not too far from here…but my family was originally from Finland.”

“Ah! Si. Finlandia. Very cold there.”

Kaartia laughed. “Yes, but it is also very cold here.”

“Si,” Luigi replied, and his look turned very sad, and Kaarita noticed a tear running down his cheek. “Si, very cold…not like mia bella Napoli.” Tears began rolling down his cheeks again. “I will never see it again.” He turned his eyes to the doctor. “Will I?”

Kaarita hesitated. She was touched by his charm, his seeming innocence and his apparent discomfort. “No, I am afraid not…you will never see it again.”

He turned his face away and Kaarita could hear the small, muffled sobs coming from this man – this man who would be stripped of his manhood and his past in short order, and forced to live in strange surroundings for the remainder of his life.

For the first time, Kaarita looked really closely at the young man in the bed before her - the first time she actually had taken the time to look at him closely and carefully…to study his features…to appreciate his incredible masculine beauty that seemed to be accentuated by the draping of the sheet over his body. And she felt so terribly sad about what was in store for him. She also realized that in order for him to be classified as a Class A his crime must have been very damned serious.

“I gather that you are married Luigi…since you said so.”

“Si. But it is that I am no longer married. We have a divorce. The judge he make us break up…not be together any more with my wife and my…my children.”

“And you have five children?”

“Quattro. Uh, four. I have four children now.”

“I see.”

“I once have cinque bambini…five children…but my eldest daughter, my beloved Lucia, she die early this year.”

“I am so very sorry. Please accept my condolences.”

“Si. Grazie.”

Kaarita’s hand touched a small stainless steel tray on the nearby table and she jumped slightly as it rattled at the touch. She had not noticed it before. She looked closely at the contents of the tray. It seemed to contain small, polished bits of metal – silvery metal.

“Do you have any idea of what is in this tray, Luigi?”

He looked over at the tray and then sadly into Dr. Maattisen’s eyes. “Si. Yes. They are my…uh…my things…my jewelry.”

“You brought jewelry with you? They look all destroyed.”

“I could not take them off of me. They are part of me…part of my body…if you know what I mean. They are in me….in my skin.”

It dawned on her exactly what they were. “This is piercing jewelry? You are…uh…sorry, you were pierced?”

“Si, that is it. I could not think of the word. Yes, I am pierced and so it was part of me. They cut it off of me.”

“It looks like an awful lot.”

Luigi smiled and for the first time he revealed his beautiful, straight white teeth. “Si. I have many pierces.”

Kaarita was getting rather curious and was further encouraged in her pursuits by her growing arousal. “How many?”

Luigi thought for a moment. “Let me see. I have one in each nipple, one in my na…na…down there…tummy button.”

“Navel?”

Luigi smiled again. “Si, navel. One in my navel. Then I have three in my cock…uh…my penis and…lets see…then…”

“Three?” Kaarita interrupted. “You had three piercing in your penis?”

“Certo! Three. They are so beautiful. And then I have three more in mio…uh…scroto…how you say it…ball bag. So, let me see…I have eleven pierces…no, no…I have nine pierces in my body. They are all so beautiful. And that not counting my ears where I have many many.” Luigi gave her a big broad smile and he looked so very happy. “And my wife, she go with me every time I get a new pierce and she love them all a lot. She pick the jewelry.” His smile faded and his face took on a dreamy, almost trance like quality. “And then we go home…and we make wonderful love…and it is the best, best ever…the best ever.…” His voice trailed off into silence.

Kaarita Maattisen felt herself getting further excited as Luigi spoke. She could feel her panties getting slightly wet and also found herself perspiring heavily. Her limbs suddenly felt very heavy. She sat down rather heavily on the bed and put her arm back to steady herself. She suddenly jumped up when she realised she had rested her hand on Luigi’s arm stump.

“That is okay, dottore. You can touch my body any time you are wanting to.” He gave her a gentle, soft smile. “And any where you are wanting to.”

Kaarita gave him a warm smile in response. She let her eyes roam over the great beauty she saw spread out before her. Luigi had about a two days growth of beard, which accentuated the beautiful lines of his face, and his strong masculine features – large mouth with thick lips, strong aquiline nose, large dark eyes with extremely long lashes and small ears. He had a few scars on his forehead, above his dark, thin eyebrows and a few more under his chiseled and dimpled chin. Knowing what he had told her about the motorbike, she figured the scars were probably earned on the streets.

“I’m going to check the…uh…the prep work now, Luigi.”

“Hmmmm,” was his only response.

Kaarita noticed that Luigi had closed his eyes and was breathing rather deeply. She once again removed the sheet covering the man. He still had on the soft yellow cloth covering him from his navel to mid-thigh. But a large bulge at his crotch, indicating his genitals, was readily apparent – and large – and beckoning for attention – her attention.

He was so incredibly beautiful, so relentlessly sexy, that Kaarita could not stop herself and emitted a small squeak. Luigi smiled.

“You are liking what you see, dottore?”

Kaarita did not answer immediately. Her breathing had become rather ragged and uneven as she continued to absorb, and her brain to process, the totality of this man’s beauty.

“Eh? Dottore? Are you okay?”

She gave a slight cough. “I’m fine, Luigi. Just fine. Thank you.”

But still she could not remove her gaze from this man – from this god, from this, the most beautiful man she had ever seen in her life.

She wished to burn the memory of him into every available nook and cranny – every spare space in her brain. She wanted to remember him as he was today – lying there on the bed in these antiseptic surroundings. Remember him when he was still whole – and still a man. Well, whole with the exception of his left arm below the elbow.

The totality was beginning to overwhelm Dr. Maattisen. The beauty of Luigi’s body was starting to make her weak. Everything seemed almost too perfect, from that gorgeous face, to his incredibly athletic chest, to his powerful legs – not to mention his beautifully strong right arm and that incredibly sexy left arm stump. She could not explain why she found that stump so arousing and so enticing, but she did. She thought it interesting that the man’s wife had also found it to be irresistibly appealing.

Both of his upper arms were huge and bulging. There was a small tattoo of a crucifix near the shoulder of each arm. The muscles seemed to be rippling even though she knew they were not moving at all because of the restraints and the mild muscle relaxant he had been administered. Still, she had the illusion that every muscle in his tremendous body was moving and flexing. She lightly touched her index finger over one of the tattoos.

He smiled at her. “You lookin’ at my tattoos? My mama make ‘em put ‘em on my arms after they cut off my left one. She think it protect me. And it did. I never lose another arm.” He stared at the ceiling. “Maybe she…she shoulda put one on my…” He was quiet.

Luigi had a moderate amount of chest hair and it was beautifully formed and shaped, and so picturesque. It almost looked like it had been coiffed and curled and fashioned. She had never seen such magnificent chest hair in her entire life and she thought it amazingly beautiful. Considering that she really did not go for the hairy type of man, Kaarita thought Luigi was simply stunning.

And his chest was magnificent – perfect - the definition truly outstanding. She did not think Luigi acquired that stupendous chest from a regular regimen of exercise. He did not seem to her to be the exercise for the sake of exercise type. He probably was a manual labourer and kept in shape by toiling to survive every day of his life.

He had rather large, dark, beautiful nipples and aureoles and her fingers itched to touch them and squeeze them and to feel them becoming hard under her careful but delicate manipulations. She licked her lips – desiring to have these beauties stabbing her tongue.

His legs were powerful – heavily muscled but not in a gaudy way. The muscles had a sleekness to them, a smoothness, a roundness that confirmed his musculature was from hard work and not the constant press of exercise on some machine.

He was slim – fabulously slim. Not skinny but slim and sleek and incredibly beautiful.

She glanced up at his face again. He was staring at her and a slightly wicked smile played across his lips. “I has a very nice body. Right?”

She exhaled the breath she had not realised she had been holding. She nodded. She smiled back at him. “Yes,” she whispered.

“But I have one arm. Do you still like it?”

“Yes. Even though you have one arm I still like your body, Luigi.”

He smiled, and the room seemed to glow. “You like my arm?” He raised it as much as he could, considering the restraints imposed on him. He wiggled the nub below the elbow slightly. “It is not ugly to you?

Kaarita swallowed hard. “No, it is not ugly. In fact…in fact I think it is very…very beautiful…just like the rest of you, Luigi. I think your arm…that your arm is very sexy…and I like it very much.”

He was grinning so beautifully that Kaarita did not know how she would be able to keep any semblance of decorum. “I think you like it more if you take off the towel dottore,” he said softly and sexily.

Kaarita raised her hand slowly and determinedly. More than anything, she wanted to see this man who had captivated her entirely. It had been such a very long time since she had been with a man. Being alone with this incredible hunk – a hunk who had invited her to see him – was making her incredibly wanting.

As her finger touched the corner of the yellow terry towel, she felt a jolt of electricity surge through her. She became ultra aware of every part of her body. She knew her nipples had suddenly become hard and were pressing against the inside of her bra. She felt perspiration beginning to overly develop under her arms and on her thighs. Her crotch began to ache dully. Kaarita knew that Luigi was having a fantastic effect on her body – her entire body. His overwhelming sexuality and extreme beauty simply overtook any restraint or decorum that would creep into her mind and try to deter her from her unswerving, uni-directed and inevitable action.

She slowly pulled the soft towel off of Luigi’s crotch area. He whimpered slightly – a combination of delight and dread. Kaarita did not move her eyes – they were riveted to Luigi’s irresistible body, staring at the area she was about to unveil.

As his manly organs came into view, she gasped audibly. He had been completely shaved from his navel to his mid-thighs. Since he was naturally quite hairy, seeing this much bare skin was a big surprise and rather shocking. She received a tremendous rush from the experience.

She looked first at his slowly engorging penis. How to describe it? How to capture the beauty, size and color of this incredibly gorgeous organ? First, it was darker than his already dark skin. Luigi was uncircumcised and had a rather long and thick foreskin. She could see the thick, pulsating vein that traveled up the top of the penis continue the length right into this foreskin. That foreskin was beginning to retract slightly as this large organ became more and more blood engorged. The veins became more and more pronounced and throbbed while the skin took on a shiny, luminous quality – and it almost seemed to glow.

Kaarita was fascinated by Luigi’s exquisite cock. And that’s what it truly was – exquisite. It was like nothing she had ever seen before - either in photographs or in the flesh. It was long, it was thick, it was beautifully proportioned, had the most even coloring she had ever seen in such an organ and it was incredibly beautiful – and it drew her to it by virtue of its combination of these amazing qualities – plus a few more that she could not quantify. And in an hour or less it would be gone - lost forever.

As his penis gradually increased in length and girth, Kaarita was able to see Luigi’s incredible scrotum and the magnificent testes lodged therein. He was blessed with a magnificent set of testicles – large, perfectly formed and pendulous. They hung down so low that they actually rested on the bed covering. These too, would be gone forever in a matter of hours.

As Kaartia continued to look at Luigi’s genitals, her lust for the man increased. Her sexual attraction…her interest in this man seemed limitless. She quickly glanced up into his face and he had a big smile on his lips. She let her eyes slowly travel down his nude body, stopping her eyes on his so attractive arm stump. He was wiggling the short nub below his elbow and it was making Kaarita quite hot.

Kaarita could never explain what came over her at that time. It was almost as if she were not in control of her any of her actions or emotions.

She leaned over and lightly pressed her lips to the scared end of Luigi’s arm stump. Her thoughts became clouded – and she seemed to have difficulty hearing anything, like her ears were blocked with water from swimming or from a bad cold. The white noise constantly present faded and she became very aware of the thundering sound of her own heartbeat.

The physical sensations were great – not to mention the psychological ones. The feel of the end of that strong, yet severed limb brushing her lips, sent jolt after jolt of electricity throughout her frame. It traveled from area to area, creating waves of delight and satisfaction in their wake throughout her body.

As she continued to knead Luigi’s arm stump with her lips, she slowly moved one hand onto his rather hairy chest. She felt the aching, pulsating muscles beneath her squeezing fingers, and she thrilled at the substantial physique of this beautiful man.

Her hand found a throbbing nipple and her fingers gently played with it. She could feel it pulsing between her squeezing fingers. Next, she rubbed her palm over the surface of this wonderful tit and she felt how Luigi tried to squirm and wriggle his body but was unable to do so because of the heavy restraints. She was excited and becoming more so as she felt the man becoming highly aroused.

While moving to sit on the edge of the bed, Kaarita looked down at Luigi’s superb chest and his incredibly beautiful face. Here the kind of man she always dreamed about in her wildest fantasies – dark, fabulously built (in every possible way), and excruciatingly beautiful for a man.

She leaned over and let her lips come to rest in the thick patch of hair between his sculptured pectorals. She kissed the mat of his hair and lightly let her tongue lick the skin beneath. He tasted and smelled slightly medicinal to her, probably from the antiseptic used to cleanse his body. But she adored the feel of his flesh on her tongue and thrilled at the feel of body on her lips.

“Oh, dottore, dottore,” Luigi moaned while moving his head slightly from side to side. He spoke very slowly and with great feeling. “At feels so good…so very, very good. Nobody do that for sucha long, long time. O Dio!”

Kaarita raised he head slightly and smiled at him. However, she was certain that he did not see her because he seemed to have his eyes closed. He seemed to like very much what she was doing to him and she loved it. It had been so long since she had had a man to make love to…even one under restraints like Luigi was; this was all very fine with her as long as that man was as gorgeous as this man.

She trailed her tongue over to grasp his pulsating nipple between her lips. It felt so comfortable – and comforting – having this desirable piece of flesh in her control. Luigi began to moan his pleasure and tried pushing his chest up so that he could ram his nipple into her mouth. She realised his mounting desires and began to lick and suck the whole of it into her hot, waiting mouth. She was mauling this tit and biting down slightly on the hard nub, and to her great satisfaction, what she was doing seemed to be driving Luigi crazy.

She dragged her tongue across his chest to attack his other tit. While she clawed this one with her teeth, she let her fingers roughly play with and scratch the tit she had just tongued and bitten. Luigi was almost out of control, and she was only playing with his tits. “This man must have an incredible sexual appetite,” she thought. “Let me play it to its fullest. I need to know what it is like to incite a man who is about to become a non-man.”

Kaarita then moved a free arm over to the area of his groin. She knew exactly what she was doing…and about to do. She made the conscious decision to help this man…to help him have sex with a woman for one last time in his life…to make him feel like a man, this in the face of the inevitable and unalterable events to take place in short order.

She felt his hot cock touching the palm of her perspiring hand and it felt hot…so incredibly hot in her moist hand…and so fabulously good. She just let her hand rest, wrapping it around this incredible shaft. Luigi was moaning and breathing heavily and rapidly as Kaarita continued to manipulate that incredible thick shaft in her soft but strong fingers. She moved her other hand slowly and steadily up the man’s chest, stopping only to tease and fondle each nipple.

Luigi moaned loudly and spoke something she did not understand. She lifted her head and looked at his face. He had his eyes tightly shut; his mouth was open and he was breathing heavily through it. His tongue was flitting in the corner, rubbing and wetting the corner of his mouth over and over and over again, more and more rapidly. His lips were quivering and his appearance to Kaarita was one of overwhelming attraction and total desire.

Kaarita sat down on the edge of the bed. A rather thin woman she did not need much room to make herself comfortable. Luigi was moaning louder and trying to push his body up into the eagerly grasping hand of the young doctor. The body restraints were preventing him for getting the satisfaction he wanted and needed.

“Do you like what I am doing Luigi?”

The man only grunted and tried squirming his body more than it already was.

“I need an answer, Luigi. I need to hear you say it. Do you like what I am doing to you Luigi?”

“Si! Si!” he panted. “I am liking it very much…so very much, dottore.”

“I am glad Luigi. I am very glad. Because I like giving you pleasure. And, you know, that this is the last pleasure you will ever get. Do you know that?” The man grunted loudly. “Yes, it is. Absolutely! It is the very last time anyone will play with your big, thick, throbbing cock. It is an incredibly gorgeous cock. The most beautiful I have ever seen.” The man emitted a sound that was a combination of unbridled passion and abject fear. “Do you like the feel of my hand holding your enormous, fat, burning cock? Do you?” she whispered seductively. The man emitted a cry and nodded his head vigorously. “I am glad. I am very happy you like what I am doing to you. I hope that it is something you will remember for the remaining days of your life. That you will remember it always…and think of the doctor who helped you just before your treasures were taken away – taken away forever.”

Luigi moaned loudly as Kaarita bent over to kiss him. The kiss started lightly and then grew in intensity. The man pressed his lips against hers with total abandon. The doctor returned the ardor with passion and force of her own. Their tongues touched and fought for domination. It was sloppy and unpredictable, but it was passionate and totally without abandon – no inhibitions, no prisoners taken.

When they broke the kiss, they smiled at each other. It was the first time Kaarita had seen the man smile. It was a wide, toothy smile. His whole face smiled – his eyes sparkled – his cheeks flushed – the dimple in his chin seemed to get bigger and deeper.

Kaarita began to rhythmically squeeze her fingers up and down the almost twenty centimetres of this prized shaft...this magnificent statement of manhood. She moved her other hand under Luigi’s large, pendulous ball sack; she gently lifted the two large, kidney shaped testes along with the smooth but wrinkled scrotum in the palm of her sweaty hand. She squeezed the whole works rather gently in her large but smooth hands. Luigi emitted a sound that was almost a growl. Kaarita smiled.

“You are going to lose these also, my beautiful Luigi.” She could see tears starting to come from his tightly closed eyes and a loud sob issued from his throat. “Yes, I am afraid that these too will go. Snip, snip, snip! And what beauties they are…what a terrible shame…what a terrible waste…what a terrible loss…to cut off your really magnificent manhood.”

She found that she was getting very hot speaking these words to the man. The thought of this beautiful creature losing everything that seemed to matter most to him was making her more aroused than she had ever know before. She began to squeeze his balls even harder while continuing to move her fingers steadily up and down the glorious pole projecting from that smooth, perfectly shaved, crotch. “The doctors will all do a very good and thorough job for you. I am sure you know that.”

Luigi just grunted again; Kaarita did not know if it was an answer to her question or if he was feeling pain from her steady, firm and unrelenting grip on his testicles. She wanted him to feel the pain – a severe pain, a pain he would never forget – the feel of a woman taking control of his sexual apparatus.

She removed her heavily sweating hand from his steel hard shaft and moved it to the newly shaved area of his pubic mound. He was so fantastically smooth and his flesh felt like the finest velvet. She could not believe her incredible arousal from touching this man. She had never known such complete contentment, such total frenzy and fulfilling energy, from foreplay ever before.

Luigi was squirming and moving his entire body to the extent that his restraints would permit. She continued to rub the delicate flesh beneath her fingers and gradually moved her hand to Luigi’s left arm stump. The man was perspiring heavily and the scarred end of Luigi’s arm felt quite wet. But she loved the feel of this flesh – this flesh that was once his forearm and now was the end.

Kaarita still had a firm hold on the man’s scrotum and was pulling both balls down and away from his body. She was using almost all her strength to do this – it was not just a mild tug on his balls. It was an honest pull. “Mio Dio!” Luigi screamed. “What are you doin’?”

“Like it Luigi?” the woman said eagerly and sexily. “Do you like what I’m doing to your fantastic cock…and your great, big hanging balls…and you missing arm?”

“O Dio! It is wonderful! I never feel better in my whole life.”

“And you never will, Luigi. You never will, my sweet….”

Kaarita began a rhythmic pattern of clawing on Luigi’s severed arm with her fingernails, squeezing the end until she could feel the end of the bone buried in the flesh; she continued pulling on his now lower and lower dangling balls; she began to drop her head and enrobed the pulsing, red head of Luigi’s fantastic cock with her lips and mouth.

The taste was exquisite – clean, bracing, tangy. The clear secretions coming from the rather large slit played delicately around Kaarita’s mouth. The large head of Luigi’s long, thick cock seemed to fit so comfortable in the doctor’s mouth. She had always been told that she had a large mouth – and this was the first time in all her life that she was thankful for the endowment.

She began to suck this magnificent cock head. She ran her tongue around the ridge of that swollen, seeping head. It felt so comfortable and comforting in her mouth. She swallowed the secretions as they literally pour out of Luigi’s almost hyperactive penis. She took another inch or so of his cock stem into her mouth while she continued to pull down hard on his balls and continued to maul his exceedingly sexy arm stump.

Luigi was writhing desperately, straining against the restraints that kept him almost immobile. His moaning and screeching was becoming a little tiresome to Kaarita. She quickly pulled her mouth off his cock and released his balls and stump.

She looked up at him. His face was all contorted and he was sweating profusely. “Luigi, you have to be quiet. We cannot be heard or someone will come in.”

Luigi gulped for breath and had great difficulty speaking. “I am sorry, dottore. I cannot help what my body is doing. You are so good to me…and what you are doing is so wonderful…I know I never feel better in my whole life. Vi sono molto riconoscente…uh…how you say…uh…I am so grateful.”

Kaarita blushed and lowered her head. “Thank you, Luigi,” she said is a soft, ripe, sexy voice. “I am happy that you like what I am doing.”

“I am loving it,” he said equally softly while giving her a big, warm smile. “I am loving everything you are doing to me…the way you are sucking my cock…the strength that you have as you pull my balls…the wonderful feeling you give me when you play with and pull on my crippled arm stump…and love my tits…everything is so great.”

“I love what I’m going for you, Luigi. And I also love what I’m doing for me.” They smiled at each other. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes. And the unspoken words hung in the air…hung in the air like an unspoken curse. Both expressions turned from ones of lust and sexual delight to those of dread, fear and remorse.

They continued staring at each other. Finally, Luigi spoke softly. “Please, please signorina dottore. Please do like you was doing before. I…I need it so much…I need it so very much.” He took a long, shuddering breath and let it out very slowly. “I know that it will…will be for the last time.”

“I will do anything you want Luigi. Anything!”

Kaarita slowly leaned over and the two kissed again. It was a soft, loving kiss, but not totally devoid of passion. While their lips were still in contact, Kaarita moved her right hand and let it come to rest on the very erect nub of Luigi’s tit. She felt and heard him take in a large breath of air as contact was made, and he moaned slightly, setting up a series of exquisitely sexy and stimulating vibrations on her lips.

She rubbed and pinched that erotic nub, feeling where the piercing was once located. This made her even hotter. She lifted her head and kissed Luigi’s cheek and ear and then continued as she ran her tongue and lips down his neck until she was sucking on this other tit. She tongued it unmercifully knowing that time was getting close and she desperately wanted to properly finish her sexual adventures (or misadventures?) with this beautiful creature now at her control. This beautiful man who would soon no longer be a man.

She licked down his hairy chest and received a shock when she felt the absolutely smooth skin of Luigi’s shaved lower torso area. His bare skin felt so cooling on her lips. “I’ll change this in a few minutes,” she thought. “I know I’ll be able to get him really hot all over again.”

She began using her tongue on the incredibly smooth skin of lower abdomen. She licked and sucked the luscious area paying particular and loving attention to the succulent smooth pubic mound. She bit down slightly, to feel the soft yet hard flesh between her teeth, and then flaring her nostrils to absorb every molecule of his redolence. His cock was still steel hard and it was lying back onto his abdomen.

She slowly brought one of her hands under Luigi’s very low hanging scrotum and gently and slowly lifted it and its precious contents. Luigi’s testes, both of these incredible, irresistible jewels, were lying in her moist palm. She looked at them carefully, also taking in the sight of the smooth skin of his shaved sac...and the incredible feel of this flesh. His balls were really huge and, as she gently probed them with her fingers, Luigi moaned and took in a deep breath.

Kaarita looked up at his face. It looked almost serene, with just the slightest trace of a smile flitting across his lips. Their eyes engaged and she smiled at him. He smiled back and nodded his head slightly. “He obviously likes everything I am doing for him,” she thought. “I will just continue until there is no more time left.” A cold quiver swept through her body; she shuddered. “No more time left,” she thought again. “No more time. Luigi has no more time.”

She looked down at his soon to be taken testes and rolled them gently between her fingers. The thought that soon these organs, plus Luigi’s unbelievably spectacular penis, would be unceremoniously cut away from his body made Kaarita more desirable of taking everything this man had to offer before that time came.

She brought her face down to the scrotum and testes in her hand. She blew a stream of sir over them and Luigi shuddered and moaned rather loudly.

“Do you like this Luigi?”

“Uh. Uh,” was his only response.

“Would you like me to…to do other things to them? To you beautiful balls, Luigi?”

Again, the only response from the man was a grunt of agreement.

“All right then. Let me see what I can do for you.” As Kaarita lowered her head and mouth to take in the smell, and the sight, and the feel and the taste of these exquisite organs, she felt herself becoming overwhelmingly sad and realised she tearing up. An unexplained and crushingly depression seemed to swamp her feelings.

“I can’t!” she sobbed out. “I just can’t do this to you Luigi. It is wrong! It is just wrong!” She stood up and began to sob heavily. “I am so sorry…so very, very sorry.”

She quickly sat in the chair near the bed and continued to sob. She could not help this feeling of incredible dread that was flooding her emotions and making her behave so stupidly unprofessional. She was ashamed of her behavior…and of herself - ashamed as a doctor and ashamed as a woman. She had let herself be lured into feeling such deep sorrow and pity for this poor, beautiful soul that she had done something that was against her nature. She was mortified that she had acted upon her primal instincts and impulses, and without properly thinking through the situation.

She stood up quickly and went into the lavatory. She looking into the mirror and was shocked at how disheveled she appeared. This would not do for a professional. She straightened her hair and uniform and took a few deep breaths to calm down.

When she left the lav and walked back to Luigi’s bedside, she was suddenly and immediately shocked to realise that the man was still completely naked and his penis was totally erect. “Of course he would be,” she thought. “How stupid of me. He cannot move or do anything for himself. Christ! I can be such a bubble head at times.”

Luigi watched her as she walked across the room. His eyes had taken on a plaintive and pleading countenance. Kaarita felt equally sad. She was very upset with herself for having led this beautiful man on the way she had – teasing him with the promise of sexual release for the last time in his life.

Luigi spoke first. “Do not be sad, dottore,” he said softly with a choked tear in his voice. You are very kind…and very good to me.”

“I am so sorry, Luigi. It was wrong of me to…to…you know, to touch you…that way.”

“No! No! It was wonderful. Wonderful!” He turned his head to look away. “Really wonderful!”

“Thank you. But I’m so sorry I…that I…I could not finish. I know I stepped over the line of proper patient/doctor relationship.”

“It does not matter to me, dottore. You are nice. You want to help me…help me before…before…before they cut it all away…forever.” She heard him as he began to sob softly, trying had to conceal it form her.

She moved her hand to gently stroke his cheek. He pushed his face into he hand and cried harder. She continued to fondle his cheek and neck.

Luigi began to breath deeply although he continued to cry. Finally, he slowed and opened his eyes. They stared at each other for a minute or two. Then Luigi spoke. “Dottore. Could you put the towel and sheet on me.” Kaarita quickly did as he requested, placing the soft towel over his shaved crotch and draping the white sheet over his body.

“Gracie, dottore.” Luigi took a deep breath and looked into Kaarita’s face with a questioning and appealing look. “Can I ask you for something else?” Kaarita nodded. “I would like you to touch me more. I know you are upset to touch my…you know, my penis and my scroto…so, if you could, could you rub and play with my arm…you know, my arm stump?”

She smiled at him. “Do you really want me to touch…and stroke you there?”

“Si. I know I love it when you do that before.”

“Then I will.”

She moved away the sheet exposing Luigi’s stump of an arm. He gasped as she touched it lightly. Again, she felt herself becoming aroused at the sight and feel of Luigi’s mutilated arm. She did not understand the nature of her strong feelings…but now was not the time to try to analyse them.

She gently moved her once again moist palm over the end of Luigi’s remnant of arm. The skin felt luxuriantly silky to her and the delicacy was an intoxicant. Kaarita squeezed the end and felt again the remnant of the sort bone below the elbow. She let her hand caress further and further up his arm until she was massaging him almost to the shoulder. Luigi flexed his short arm nub over and over again. She let her probing fingers grip his bulging bicep and she felt remarkable at peace…with herself and with the object of her passion.

Luigi’s moaning is getting rather loud and Kaarita leans over and kisses him full on the lips while continuing to manipulate every aspect of his arm and short nub. They kissed passionately and soon Kaarita was able to feel the man’s body begin to vibrate. The sensation startled her momentarily but she soon realised what was happening. She quickly moved her free hand to Luigi’s crotch and rubbed the huge bulge with total abandon.

Luigi came with a tremendous rush. It felt to Kaarita that his cock was just continuously spewing out his ejaculate not just shooting it out in spurt after spurt. Kaarita rubbed his body with both of her arms until Luigi became calm once again.

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“Good morning ladies and gentlemen – students, faculty and staff.” Dr. Halvorsen was addressing the large group of people assembled in the operating theatre to witness the upcoming procedure. “I am Dr. Herald Halvorsen, chairman of the Department of Sexual Reconstructive and Adaptation Surgery here at Toorangheim State Hospital for the Far Northlands Region. Dr. Kaarita Maattisen will be assisting me today.” He turned to Kaarita and smiled.

“Our patient today is a Class A, as I am sure you all know. We usually do not get this big of an audience for our little, unimportant surgeries. By Class A we mean, for those who do not know or are here only for the erotic thrill of it all,” – there was a scattering of embarrassed laughs from the assembled crowd – “the patient’s complete sexual organs and apparatus will be removed during this procedure. Totally! All muscles, ligaments, organs and vascular apparatus, everything associated with the male sexual operation, will be physically detached from his body. His urethra will, of necessity, be relocated. He will pee like a little girrrrrrly.” The people laughed heartily at the doctor’s small joke. “His libido is another matter. It will just disappear on its own. Hopefully,” he added almost under his breath while glancing at Kaarita. “It may take a few months but it will be reduced to a mere shadow of its former self.

“The patient will also be subject to MHRT – Male Hormone Renewal Therapy. He will begin a regimen of renewal treatments with the new – and I may add fabulously successful - synthetic male hormone Testosterate TL. It is a combination of many hormones in one active dispenser unit that is borne by the patient under the skin of his inner thigh. After about two months the proper dosage will be determined; it will maintain optimum physical performance of the patient without the frenzied side effect of the constant need for sexual release. The patient will need to have the dispenser renewed only once per year.

Dr. Halvorsen signaled an assistant, and Luigi Cantelli was wheeled into the theatre. He was awake and gave a weak smile to Kaarita as he was wheeled passed her. She smiled back and placed her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it very lightly in tight, slow circles.

“Thank you. This is the patient. This is Luigi Cantelli. He is twenty-five years old. He is a convicted rapist and murderer. His crime: he repeatedly raped and then brutally murdered his own eight-year-old daughter Lucia earlier this year.”

Dr. Halvorsen glanced quickly at Kaarita. She was as pale as a ghost - all the colour had drained from her face. Her hands were trembling and she looked faint. Dr. Halvorsen thought she might pass out on the spot.

“Are you all right, doctor?” he whispered urgently to her.

She nodded her head, but only slightly. “Yes, yes. I’ll be all right, doctor,” she replied weakly.

She looked at Luigi. His eyes were wide and he looked both terrified and ashamed.

He returned to his lecture. “This occurred six months ago. Since there is no death penalty in our Confederation, Luigi Cantelli has been so ordered to have his male sex organs and all associated substructures removed…in their entirety. His urethra will be completely removed and a new one installed. By the by, it is made of the latest organic plastics and an incision will be made just in front of his anus as a new outlet.

“Later, he will be given a new name if he successfully survives these procedures...and then he will be trained and used as a labourer on one of our many oil producing rigs in the North or Baltic Seas.”

An assistant removed the sheet from Luigi’s massive body. There where a string of “ooooohs” and “aaaaahs” as the people in the theatre saw the man’s fabulous body and his generous sexual endowments.

“I am glad you all approve. Getting back to the procedure now. This is the first time we will be utilizing a new piece of equipment designed and originally used in Rio de Janeiro last year. It has been proven to be very efficient and causes a minimum of pain. Or so we are told. We shall find out, shall we not? This lessening of the pain is a highly desirable feature because Class A patients are not given any pain killers or anesthetics of any kind when undergoing their surgery or during their recovery period, unless something unforeseen or catastrophic occurs.”

Dr. Halvorsen looked at the patient. The young man was extremely pale. His naturally dark skin had taken on a certain greyish quality. His eyes seemed clouded and he looked very frightened.

With a wave of his hand, Dr. Halvorsen signaled the medical equipment manager to bring on the new device. A tall, thin blonde man came into the center of the operating room and was carrying – nothing! Everyone was surprised and started chattering. They assumed that the equipment was not available because the blonde man whispered something in Dr. Halvorsen’s ear.

“I’m sorry, ladies and gentlemen.” Then he reached his hand into a large pocket in the front of his operating gown and removed a small plastic box. “I had it with me all the time.” The audience laughed and applauded. “Small, is it not?”

Dr. Halvorsen walked down to where the patient’s feet were strapped into wide spread stirrups. The patient was raised to a half seated position and a large mirror was placed so that Luigi would be able to see the complete medical procedure.

Dr. Halvorsen looked into the patient’s face; Luigi’s eyes were wide and filled with terror. “Surgical staff!” he pronounced loudly. “Let us begin!”

End of Part 1

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