Thread: A Little Brandi

Laying her gently on the table looked on her approvingly one more time. The outfit was adequate, revealing and sensual but the material was too cheap. The tray next to the table contained scissors, needles and the knives he needed. The table was the same as used to clean and dissect corpses. Obtained cheaply it was here that he had the most use of it. Looking over the tray picked up the instruments one by one, until he found the scissors he needed. Taking the edge of her shirt began cutting, slicing the material over the top of Brandi's body removed the shirt from underneath, lifting her sleeping body and sliding the material from underneath. The bra was simpler, two cuts for the straps and one for the band and that slid off. Using heavier scissors on the skirt removed that along with the thong underneath. Stockings slid off as did the shoes. All of this he collected in a box and threw the pieces into the wood stove at the other end of the room, lighting it and turning back to her naked body. Smiling at it he ran his hand over her, the skin reacted turning to goose-flesh when he touched her lightly. Mostly her skin was soft, though it was slightly marked from childhood accidents and he saw some recent bruising. Clicking his tongue in disgust at whomever would harm his precious treasure he let his hand run over her naked body. Under the bright light over the table he could see the slight veins in her body, the blue tracing of blood under the skin like a beautiful spider web under porcelain skin. Marveling at the beauty of the skin he began to wash the body by hand. Enjoying the sensation of his hand touching her, cleaning her, the water running off to the table and through the rivulets that at one time drew blood and other fluids away from the dissected bodies now removed the cleansing water. Cleaning between toes and finger, on her legs and arms, touching the skin around her thighs and giddy with laughter touched and cleaned her breasts and the space between her legs. Desire sparked in him, yet he could not let it go yet, it took control. So many thoughts of what he wanted to do as he watched her lay there. Taking up the small knife in hand he giggled as he looked at her. Eyes bright with fire and desire as he watched the body lay there limp and willing for him. All for him. His special Brandi. Laughing he moved closer and with the knife began cutting her hair and cleaning it from the parts of her body he did not like. She would be his perfection, of course alterations were always needed. Polish and primping were needed each time, a new outfit, hair it was all necessary to make her like what he needed. When she was done and looking like the doll he wanted he brought her to her place. Then went to take a shower and release himself, the water cathartic and cleansing as his darker urges were washed away. It would be so base of himself to waste such primal things on her, that was not what he wanted, or needed. Afterwards he walked to the case, watching her, the slight rise of her chest as she slept on the bed. Within the case there was the bed, a small,low table and a comfortable chair. Nothing pointed, sharp or dangerous that could directly hurt her. That lesson he had learned long ago. Slowly the hand twitched, fingers and toes moving as he watched her move in the schoolgirl outfit she was so fond of, this one was of finer quality. Actually of a very prestigious school, though he doubted she cared about the finer details of that. The long plaid skirt came to her knees, a few inches of flesh showing between the long socks and the skirt. The blazer tight over the white blouse, underneath the underwear was conservative and fitting, nothing cheap or too revealing for his darling Brandi. Holding the pad in front of him he pressed a button and spoke into the pad, his voice going to the speakers within the case. Wake up my darling, he said sweetly. Slowly she moved, rubbing her head then blinking, what? Confused at first, the lights bright she noticed the feel of the clothes and sat up, a hand to her head from the pain. Looking at the clothes she wore, what the hell? Ah my darling Brandi, I do hope you, she then interrupted him. What the hell is wrong with you, sicko. Let me the hell out of here! She ran to the side of the case and beat her fist on the pane of thick glass. Tsk, tsk. You must learn to be quiet, he pressed a button and within there was a loud screech and she fell to her knees holding her ears. Now, then. When I speak you listen. If I want to hear you I will tell you. Do you understand? He spoke calmly, sweetly. She nodded as she sat dejected on the floor, the fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Now then, as I was saying I do hope you enjoy your stay here. She sat crying now, what do you want from me? Just you my dear, he answered sweetly. Just you. What do you want from me? She shouted at the glass. The same I want from them, he said as the lights went on around them. Case after case appeared. Her eyes widened as she saw the lights go on and on, within each case another figure some moved, some sat, and some just lay there. Looking around he turned his head to her again, welcome to my collection! This was just an idea that came to me, no idea what I wanted to do with it but here it is. Enjoy or comment.