Dr Marla

The Dr put her glove on greased my poop shoot and up she went exploring. The Dr did her thing and with a grim look on her face informed me that she had bad news for me. The bad news was cancer and she thought I should confirm her diagnosis with the tests ect. I thought to myself, why? I have been recently laid off my job at the dot com sham I was involved with and my insurance was canceled and here I was at the mercy of the system again.

I shared my dilemma with the Dr and as I shared she started to tear up and actually started to cry. I hugged her in sympoty to her more then to myself as crazy as that sounds.

The Dr told me she will help me and she could remove my prostate at her home as she had an operating room in her basement that she used to let out to an animal rights lover. That really put my commen sense antlers up but went along with the offer in spite of the unusual.

I arrived at the Doctors house at eight pm. Dr Marla answered the door dressed in a beautiful low cut red dress with spiked heels. The heels made her six ft six and as radient as any diva I have ever seen. She had heavy make up on and her fingernails were long and painted the deepest red I have ever seen. She led me into the operating room. I thought to myself, why would Marla be dressed this way?

Marla walked up to me and rubbed her huge breasts up to me and confessed that she was attracted to me physically. She told me that I had the largest balls she has ever seen and she must have them forever. Forever I thought! She went on telling me how she needs to be stuffed deeply and her very feminity depends on the fantasm.

I thought to myself, this is a dream, it can't be true. I knew this was my day and I would take advantage of it before my operation.

We made mad love and I think she came three times and I know I came at least twice. I was covered with long red scratch welts from her orgasms and I knew it was worth it.

We took a shower together and sat drinking Don Periogn chanpion at a hundred dollars a bottle. As I was chomping down on the shrimp I elt a weak feeling come over me and everything ent black untill the bright light above me on the operating table woke me up.

Marla was over me brilliant as ever and her smell of beautiful soft perfume aroused me. Marla had me strapped down on the table and I couldn't move an inch in any direction.

I asked Marla to please explain the bounds. She now had a crazed look on her face and said she must have my balls for herself forever. I froze and thought that this may it and the Dr is without a crazy. Marla then revealed her true colors by telling me she was abused by men all her life and I was her grand prize of fulfilling her eye for an eye mentality. I thought she would probably castrate me and let me go.

Marla moved close to me and kissed me deeply while she hooked her long red nails deep into my sac and slowly pulling up until blood starts to roll down my ass. She then takes each nipple and gouges them until blood gushes out of them. She drags her nails down my chest and stomach and leaves my torso a bloody ugly mess.

She then lowers her beautiful pussy over my face and allows me to suck and lick her to multi orgasms. She then takes her large hands and puts them around my throat and slowly squeezes untill I am almost out and then lets go. She is so beautiful that I only see this as as extosy instead of a murder.

Marla cleans my wounds with alchol and feeds me a glass of red wine and tells me how she loves me and wil marry me if I survive. Marla then takes out a schringe and plunges it deep into my navel and that feels great and the warm feeling that follows begs for more torture.

I am barely awake and see marla holding a long knife with a thin shining blade. She has tears in her eyes and tells me she must have my balls. I scream and beg but it only excites her as she slowly very slowly plunges the knife deep into my sac. The pain is sharp and dull and in my stress I see her slowly cut my balls from my body. I beg her to save my dick and she again kises me deeply and while her tounge is swishing around in my mouth I feel that sharp and dull pain again and when she pulls away I see blood gushing out of where my dick once was. When I wake up I see three blobs laying on my chest. My dick, balls, and my prostate. I say to myself, this is the product of not being insured.

Marla is now over me again and informs me that the prostate was nort cancerous and I could live a normal life cancer free. I look down at my mutalated self and ask Marla to finish me off as life like this may be to bizzare for me to undertake. Marla says yes I will honor you as you have honored me. Marla then starts to rake my chest and this time much deeper, the lines she makes now ooze blood and as I feel a sinking feeling I see her holding a long curved sharp knife and a sadistic smile on her lovely face. She puts the knife on each nipple and cuts a circle and removes them. She then puts the knife in my belly button and slowly runs it in to the hilt and cuts up until my guts spill out. She takes the guts and puts them on my chest and puts my dick and balls in my mouth and with a sadistic smirk she tells me good bye as she runs a ice pick deep into my throat. The blod is now squirting out of the small hole the ice pick made. everything is blured now but I know marla is in charge and as I die she puts a nylon around my throat and pulls untill it's black and final. Marla is devastated, she knows she is hooked on this dark art she sinks to the ground and falls into an aogasm that lasts for hours. In the morning she smiles as she hears the dumster truck taking away the evidence to the dump.