On Display

Gawker finds his prey not to be so weak.

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	Mark was an ass man.  And the girl he saw in his workplace 
had an incredible one.  She was 5'2", with dark brown hair and eyes, 
and had a body that wouldn't quit.  Every time he saw her, he 
couldn't help staring, and had to shake himself to focus on work 
again.  There were other women, and some of them had good-looking 
backsides as well, but not like Susan's.  Catching looks at the 
opposite sex had never been an issue for him.  He figured that they 
didn't really notice, and the ones who did probably liked it.  Look 
at the way they dress, after all.
	He never saw her as she dragged him into the utility closet. 
 "Hi, asshole.  Remember me?"   He remembered.  He recognized the 
voice of Susan instantly. He heard a knife being drawn from a 
sheath, and he began to struggle.  "Forget it," she said, in a 
vicious voice.  "I'm a black belt.  You don't stand a chance."  She 
held him firmly by the throat so that there was no chance of escape, 
and then reached around with the knife, and sliced easily through 
his leather belt.  Terrified, he wanted to reach down to stop the 
assault, but her grip on his throat was so hard, that it was all he 
could do to keep her from strangling him.  The button popped off 
next, and soon he found his pants down around his ankles.  His 
underwear was quickly sliced down either side of his hips, and he 
stood in front of Susan, stark naked from the waist down.  He could 
feel himself erecting in spite of his terror, as he felt her tight 
femininity up against his back.  He was bent backward in an awkward 
position, and he knew that his assailant was shorter than he was.  
But she also knew exactly how to use her size.  Her left hand 
gripped his throat, clutching his Adam's apple in a vice just short 
of crushing his larynx.  He grabbed with his hands to try to release 
the pressure, but it was to no avail.  With her right hand, Susan 
reached the blade between his legs and slid it up the inside of his 
right thigh, until the edge of the blade was pressed up against the 
corner where his penis and scrotum met his pubic bone.  He tried to 
cry out, but could not make any noise past his constricted larynx.  
Susan spoke viciously into his ear, saying, "Say good-bye to your 
dick!"  The knife tore savagely into the soft flesh of my genitals, 
tearing through sac, testicles, and penis.  It did not take long, 
although it seemed an eternity.  I watched with horrific fascination 
as the sharp blade cut deeply into my manhood.  "You still think 
it's cute to harass women, to make them feel like they're on display 
in a meat case?  Rest assured, I will make sure that your miserable 
cock is placed on display, so that all the women in this company can 
feel safe again." 
As his manhood was stripped from his body, she laid him back onto 
the floor.  He was now looking up her skirt, and was startled to see 
no stockings or underwear.  He was looking up at her near-perfect 
ass, as well as a swollen sweetness planted between firm thighs.  
For a brief moment, in his state of near-shock, Mark thought, "How 
incredible she is.  She's just as hot as I imagined her."  But the 
moment was gone quickly, as the reality of his terrifying 
predicament came surging back to him.
 "I have a treat for you," Susan sneered.  "Since you seem to like 
my ass so much, it's the last thing you're ever going to see."  With 
that, she knelt down, straddling her victim's head, and placing her 
left hand under the base of his neck, and grabbing his hair in her 
right hand, lifted his head up between her legs..  As she shifted 
his head around between her legs, he fought desperately to push 
himself out.  However, she continued as though Mark had the strength 
of a small child.  He was amazed, and rather impressed, with how 
strong her thighs were, and equally impressed with the tone of her 
rear end.  Finally, she slid his face into place, with his mouth 
completely engulfed in her wet vagina, and his nose stuck between 
the base of her buttocks.  He was covered by her skirt, so he could 
not see her face.  All he could see was her beautiful bottom, and 
feel her strong, smooth thighs as she pulled him into place.  
Suddenly, he could not breathe.  He was completely enclosed in her 
womanness, and now she was squeezing her legs together, slowly 
crushing the already fading life from her victim.  Susan planted her 
hands firmly on her beautiful hips in an act of final dominance.  
"Enjoying the view, asshole?"  He was, but he was terrified, and 
having a hard time fully enjoying the beautiful piece of work before 
him.  He was clutching desperately at her bottom, fruitlessly trying 
to pry her cheeks apart, the thighs, anything.  He could feel his 
consciousness slipping from him, his strength ebbing.  He felt his 
body give in to the inevitable, unwilling to fight any longer.  His 
hands rested limply on her well-curved derriere, the last sight he 
would ever see.  Just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness, 
Susan twisted her legs abruptly, and his neck snapped.  She held him 
there between her legs for a moment or two, to ensure that he was 
dead, and then dropped the corpse to the floor.  Carefully, she 
wiped her prints from the knife, and placed it in Mark's right hand. 
  She quickly put her underwear and stockings back on, and then 
washed her hands thoroughly and patiently in the utility basin.  
Picking up the dismembered male organs, she placed them carefully in 
a plastic pouch, and placed it in her purse.  Satisfied that her 
work was complete, she straightened herself out, looked out the 
small window into the empty hallway, and stepped out of the utility 
room and walked to the bathroom, as she still needed to clean the 
unexpected orgasm from between her thighs.
The next morning, at the company bulletin board, sitting beneath 
small glass case wiped clean of fingerprints, was complete set of 
male genitals, the cock sticking straight up on a skewer


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