The Birthday Present
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© Dikke Kannibaal, july 2002

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Karen couldn't believe what was going to happen. It was a far way 
from starting to participate in a death game, where only one woman 
would survive out of fifty, but would then be disgustingly rich, to 
being suspended here, and facing a fate that, if it would have been 
done to animals, would have had people protesting against its 
cruelty. But they were no animals, they were worse. They were young, 
well-built woman, by  a simple signature changed into dispensable 
pieces in a game, pions that were without much ado sacrificed for the 
greater interest : the amusement of the Guests. 

They were three, in a One-Out-of-Three Situation, hanging in chains 
in this spacious, cellar-like room. The three of them were very alike 
to each other : about the same length, same weight and same, well-
filled body and round breasts. Only, where Karen was blonde and white 
skinned, the second girl was a mulatto, light brown with auburn-
coloured hair and the third a pitch black negro girl with curly black 
hair. They had been first suspended by their wrists with chains, and 
then their ankles had been fastened to rings in the ground, about 3 
feet apart, oriented in such a way that they easily could see each 
other. The chains had then been tightened, lifting their feet from 
the ground and stretching their bodies, so that they were unable to 
move an inch. Then vertical bars had been placed in holes in the 
ground between their legs, with each two steel dildos attached to 
them, that had been rammed into their asses and pussies, effectively 
preventing them to move their body forward or backward,and, as a 
side-effect, preventing them from pissing ar shitting, thus 
'disturbing' the ceremony. Whatever Karen had tried, she had been 
unable to make the slightest move. Afterwards, they had been soaped, 
completely shaven and oiled. Injections had been administered. A 
rubber bit was fixed between their teeth, so their jaws were spread 
open as far as possible. Finally their hair was combled to both sides 
of their head, and attached with two ropes at the ceiling, preventing 
any movement of their heads.

The floor was cleaned and everybody except the Ceremony Master left 
the room. The ceremony master explained them what was going to 
happen. The purchaser's wife had her birthday, and the purchaser had 
decided that she deserved a nice birthday present. As his wife was a 
fashion designer, and liked to work with leather, he had decided to 
offer her a human skin for her next creation. As he did not know 
which color to chose, the three of them were displayed for the woman 
to select one of them. As part of the gift, the woman was allowed to 
skin the selected girl alive, 'adding some spice to the event' as the 
ceremony master put it. The injections that had been given to the 
girls were meant to weaken their muscles and to minimise the blood 
flow to the outer skin, to delay shock and the inevitable death as 
long as possible. 
A table was placed in between them, on which a large selection of 
smal and large glittering knives were placed.

Karen almost fainted as soon as she understood what was going to 
happen. She rolled her eyes from left to right, almost the only 
possible movement allowed, and looked in distress to her two other 
companions. Sweat dripped from the wel-oiled bodies as the girls 
wrestled with their bonds. 

Although they had voluntarily submitted themselves to this fate, it 
was a far way from mathematically considering a fifty-to-one chance 
of winning millions of dollars to directly facing the possibility to 
be skinned alive, a fate no human being would accept for a mere 
animal without revolting. But they were no animals, they were female 
bodies, bought and used in the ceremonies for the amusement of the 
guests, until only one of them would be left.

The three girls had soon stopped strugling against their bonds, and 
hoped and feared the arrival of the guests. They looked as three 
suspended, inflatable rubber dolls, their oiled skins blinking under 
the spotlights. Their hopes or fear had no influence on the clocks, 
however, and second after second calmly passed by, while the ceremony 
master sat in an armchair, reading some book. 
After some time, a few voices were heard and a door opened. In the 
door a man appeared, guiding a woman by the hand, who had her eyes 
stiffly closed. Both of them were in their fourties, the woman being 
rather small, dressed in a chique evening dress. The man placed the 
woman before the three suspended girls, and placed himself after her.
"Well Amy, as I know how fond you are of working with leather, I 
bought you a small present. However, as you will see, some assembly 
is still required. Open your eyes!"
The woman opened her eyes and looked at the three girls before her. A 
smile appeared on her face, as the fear and oiled skin made the three 
well-trained bodies almost radiate a sexual halo.
"As I didn't know the kind of color you were looking after, I asked 
the shop to deliver three pieces, and you may select on of them. 
Everything has been prepared for a skinning, so you can take you 
prize with you."
The woman turned around to her husband, and kissed him on his cheek
"Oh Armand, thank you sooooo much".
Then she walked to the suspended girls, and let her hand slide over 
the legs of the negro. The black girl was looking straight to the 
wall before here, and didn't dare to look at the woman that was 
examining her skin.
The woman pinched the black skin on several places and the walked to 
the other girls to examine them too more closely. She took a ribbon 
metre from the table, and measured the circumference and length of 
their legs, their breasts and belly.
"Well, they are pretty much the same, al three of them. I think I 
will be able to make a coat out of one of them ,and maby if I'm lucky 
a few smaller items like gloves or so. There skins are also very 
fine, for all three of them. They must still be young, if you feel 
the texture. But which color to choose?"
She looked again at the three terrified girls.
"You know, I have that pair of long, red boots, and a coat that goes 
with them would be most welcome. But wether to choose black or white, 
I don't know. Black is the evident choice, but it is so, so ordinary. 
White on the other hand?"

She walked up to Karen and let her hand slide over the trembling 
belly and pinched the breasts of the heavily breathing girl.
"You could colour the white one, you know, like the pair of blue 
dresses you made last year." Armand added
"Yeah, but coloring a natural item isn't so good an idea. It removes 
a bit the original flavor of the material. If I want to color it, I 
can as wel use skai or plastic. No, I think the black one will be the 
better choice. She has a natural very black pitch, an the tanning 
process will enhance the look of the skin. Yes, I think I'll settle 
for the black one."
She walked to the negro girl, whose eyes almost popped out of her 
head with fear, and inspected the skin of the poor girl in detail.
"Ok," she said, letting her hand rest on the thigh of the negro-girl, 
"I'll take this one."
The three girls almost fainted, the negro-girl from fear, the other 
two from relief.

The woman then undid her evening gown, and dressed herself with a 
green overall. The table with the cutting knives was placed before 
the negress.
Without much hesitation, the woman selected one of the knives from 
the table, and made an inscision at the bottom of the tended legs. 
She then made a deep cut at the inner side of the legs, that 
continued at the front of the girl, over the bellybutton, between the 
breasts up to the neck. Then, expertedly and almost without any 
effort she peeled the skin from the trembling body, only cutting here 
and there were some tissue was witholding it. Karen almost couldn't 
believe it was that easy to skin a human being.
At the neck, a furter inscision was made from the neck along the two 
arms, and here too the skin was removed, until it hung as a single 
whet piece of clothing at the back of the girl, only attached to the 
head at the neck. 

The woman halted and walked to to the table, where she poured herself 
a drink from an expensive looking bottle. While sipping a bit from 
her glass she contemplated her job so far. It was a fascinating 
sight. The red coloured heavy muscless in the belly and the legs of 
the negress were twisting from agony, the open eyes and mouth, from 
which no sound escaped, added to this to paint a devilish sight under 
the heavy spotlights.
"And now for the finer job",  she muttered.

The woman then started to peel of the skin from the face of the girl, 
starting at the throat. Inscisions were made to detach the ears from 
the skull, and the skin was peeled up, from the chin, over the mouth, 
the nose. The woman worked fast and experienced. Karen couldn't stop 
watching in fascination. Suddenly, the negro-girl jerked her head 
down, and the woman jumped backwards : the negress had finished the 
last part of the skinning herself, as she had pulled her head down, 
while the hair was still attached to ceiling, effectively ripping the 
head hair of her bodey. Her black skinn, now a bloody mess, was 
hanging from the ceiling, attached by the hair, and the negress, now 
a red, blood covered body, was frantically shaking her head, while a 
rasping sound escaped from her mouth.
A loud clapping broke the silence.

"Nicely done, my sweetheart, nicely done. You're still a real artist. 
Only fifteen minutes and an unbroken skin, no minor prestation."
The woman laughed.
"Ah, my dear, expertise is like wine, it just becomes better with the 
years." She smiled at the Ceremony Master : "Mr Ceremony Master, may 
I ask you to plunge the skin in the solvent bath? I have to take a 
douche and to hurry upstairs, our guests are waiting. Oh Armand, 
thank you so much."
She pressed a kiss on the man's cheeck and hurried through the door. 

Armand saw her disappearing, smiling confidently to himself that his 
present was received so wel. He turned to the Ceremony master 
"Mister, could you also take also care of the remains? I have no use 
for them."
"No problem Sir. We'll take care of the skin and clean up 
everything."

As Armand left the room, the ceremony master took three syringes from 
his pocket, a red one and two green ones. He walked to the squirming 
bloody remains of the negro-girl, and injected her with the red 
ampul, on which the body immediately went limp. Then he injected the 
two other girls with the green ampuls, sending them into a profound 
sleep. 

Karen woke up, again in her white room, at the Institution, her eyes 
still full of the horror of the suspended bloody remains, and of the 
sight of the laughing little woman, hurrying away to take a shower, 
to be able to join her guests, as if nothing had happened.